28 Louder than Words (2/2)

”I-I can't!....” He winced, holding his head low. ”No matter how much you make me want you, I need to fight it!” Miles whimpered, his eyes trailing with tears. ”These feelings you're making me have.... They AREN'T REAL!” He cried, struggling to restrain himself.

”Resisting a temptress of the night is futile. Surrender yourself, you know you want me!” Leviathan didn't cease her magic spell, letting the lustful powers flow around them wildly.

Miles hand lifted shakily, to grip to the hilt of his blade. ”Please...Don't make me fight you.” He pleaded with her.

Before he could draw his sword, Levi's over-sized claw clutched to his throat, lifting him into the air with force. ”Freedom is no different than fantasy. You have no power here, kitten.”

Miles winced, grabbing to the claw with his free hand. The succubus could only grin at his pain, waiting for his answer. Miles could feel her intense gaze focusing on him, as he struggled to breath. Urgently, he withdrew his katana, slashing off the wrist of the claw, that held his throat. Immediately, Miles was flung to the ground, as Leviathan flailed back in panic. Blood was spraying out of it, as she clutched to it. The feline could feel the trance's hold break, coming back to his senses.

”You wretched animal...” Levi sneered, before grinning wildly. ”You've made a terrible mistake.” She stated, as a new claw burst out from the severed point. The fingers flexed, as her eyes loomed over to Miles. Her body repositioned to a more hostile stance, appearing far more menacing than the moments before. ”Regeneration is a beautiful thing, don't you agree? However, you've reached the point of no return, now you have to die. Ahahahaa.”

Leviathan began to hover off the ground, levitating above the feline in a chilling manner. In response, Miles held tightly to his blade, fumbling backward in a defense stature.”J-Just... Stay back!” Miles stammered, feeling the air around him trembling.

The claw stretched his way, as it rushed at him; gripping to the blade he held out in defense. Leviathan's face was now hovering right in front of Miles', with a devilish grin, stretching across her lips. Miles was frozen in fear, his eyes unable to shift from her gaze. He could feel his grip weakening, as the blade was being forced from his fingers. Panicking, Miles thrusted the blade forward, impaling her abdomen, before tearing upward, through her right shoulder.

Miles stared in horror, as the blood blasted into the air, along with his blade. That expression on her face only grew more intense, as her body immediately healed in a matter of seconds. ”Killing a succubi is no easy task, not unless you find my heart, that is.” Levi grinned, before thrusting her spiked ridges of her claw arm at Miles.

The upper chuck of the fist passed Miles, as he tumbled backward; with the spikes narrowly missing him, as it stretched far into the sky. He wished that Nye would save him, but he knew she wasn't coming. Miles couldn't handle a force like this, so he had no choice on what to do. He quickly placed the sword back in his sheath, before jumping back to land on his hands and feet. Leviathan was not far off, but Miles had to try and flee. He urgently turned tail, and ran on all fours through the brush of the woods.

”(I need to get back to Nye! She'll know what to do! Man! I am so stupid! I should have stayed at Knothole!!)” Miles scolded himself.

His panicked breaths were audible, as he fled as fast as he could. Leviathan was trailing close behind, gliding through the air like a predator hunting her prey. The chase wasn't letting up, and she was gaining steadily on him. Finally she was within range, reaching out for Miles. From the sky, flames blasted down at him, forcing the succubus to halt.

Miles skidded to a stop, looking at the fire burning. He was breathing heavily, but heard something land behind him. Turning quickly, he spotted his phoenix, tilting her head at him with her wings stretched out.

”Ember!” Miles grinned in relief, hurrying to mount Ember's back. The phoenix quickly took flight, as the embers simmered down on Leviathan.

The succubus stood there, watching Miles vanish off into the night sky. She grinned, with a soft chuckle. ”Next time, Cherry boy, you won't be so lucky.” She said, before phasing off into the night.

Some time passed, as Miles reached the stables on Knothole. He sent Ember away to sleep, deciding to check inside on the others. Before entering the building, he noticed Nye standing with Jack. The two of them seemed to be talking, with their backs facing his position.

”You've never told me your side of the story, of why the Templar originally targeted you. All I know about it is what I've overheard from them.” Nye asked, glancing to Jackyn.

Jackyn grimaced slightly, before glancing off. ”It's a really long story...” He admitted.

”You promised you would tell me everything.” Nye took his hand in hers.

”I know....” Jack hesitated, meeting her eyes with his. ”It was a real long time ago, when I was a kid...”

Miles listened begrudgingly, as Jack continued to explain the origin of why the Templars hunted him so ruthlessly. As he went further into detail, it caused the feline to quickly look away, glancing to the door.

”(Confinement with forced combat? I guess I really didn't know his side of things... As much as I hate the guy, maybe it's better for Nye this way...I have to trust her judgment, she's my best friend after all. I honestly would be lost without her, so as long as she's happy.... that's what's important...)” Miles softly sighed, stepping inside as quietly as he could, to not disturb them.

The feline paced through the quiet corridors of the secret hideout, heading upstairs; in a walk of shame.

”I'll just explain things in the morning... Not like she knew I left anyway...” He muttered, to himself.

He reached the top floor, halting in front of Solitaire's room. There he recalled his conversation with Ashe from before. ”So you wouldn't care if I wanted a piece of that?” He remembered asking the red haired Amygdala.

”Nope. All yours, buddy.” Was the answer that Ashewyn had given him. As the thoughts floated in his mind, Miles stared to the entrance to Solitaire's room.

He then lifted his hand, placing it to the door, and slowly pushed it open. Inside, he spotted the pink haired girl fast asleep on her bed. Miles glanced to the side of the entry, taking off his shoes and other gear, before placing it to the side of the wall. He stared to her while taking off his vest and long sleeve top. His arms and waist were covered in stripped tattoos, much like his tail and cheeks. His necklace hung over bare chest, but he seemed rather fit, despite his excessive eating. All that remained was his trousers, and jewelry.

Miles approached Solitaire's bedside, shifting the covers so that he could crawl under. He had plopped down on his side, facing her. Solitaire felt his breath on her face, waking her tired eyes. She stared to him, seeming confused.

”Fluffy? What are you doing in here?” She grumbled, rubbing her eye.

Miles shifted, wrapping his arms around her waist, before resting his head on her chest. ”... Just hold me for a while... Please?” Miles requested, in a somber tone.

Solitaire furrowed her brows, as she patted his head. ”What's gotten into you, mate? Can't this wait til morning?”

Miles softly shook his head, not releasing his hold on her. ”I think the reason Ashe doesn't love you, is the same reason why Nye doesn't love me. Amygdala lifespans exceed ours, and if the one they love dies... so do they... So why am I so selfish, knowing this? Am I a bad person?” Miles spoke softly.

”Oy, are you on a bender or something, Miles?” Solitaire seemed conflicted. ”You're not making any sense.”

”No. Just thought you should know, since you still seemed bummed about being rejected... I know what you've been going through...” Miles explained, in a hushed tone.

”...” Solitaire didn't respond, feeling a bit emotional again.

Miles' hand slid down her hip, to her thigh, while his other remained around her waist. He shifted his face closer to her throat. ”Can I sleep with you tonight? I'll be good... Promise...” Miles asked, kissing Solitaire's soft neck, before pressing his body against hers.

Solitaire seemed unsure, which caused Miles to stop and look at her. He grimaced a bit, but noticed Solitaire begrudgingly close her eyes. His ears perked slightly, before deciding to go underneath the covers. He shifted her lower region, as he was completely concealed under the covers. After a few seconds, solitaire blushed nervously, with a soft groan.

The scene faded to black, as the night went on. Morning soon came, with Solitaire sitting on the spiral stair case. She had her face rested in her palms, as she stared with a regretful look in her eyes. She sighed, slumping forward partially.

Footsteps approached from behind her, as Zyron peered down at the pink haired girl. ”What the hell did Ashe do this time?” He asked, seeming irritated.

Solitaire shook her head, as she sulked, hiding her face to her knees. ”Nothing... I'm just bloody fool, that's what...”

Zyron furrowed his brows, staring to her in concern. ”Hey.” He said softly, crouching down beside her.

”Miles came into my room last night, on the pull. The cheeky bastard got me all wonky, and....I had a bleeding one night stand with him, I didn't really want to shag him... It just sort of happened...” She admitted, trying not to cry, but failing to hold back her tears.

”He fucking what!?” Zyron snapped, seeming to be growing furious.

Solitaire flinched, looking to him with a worried expression. ”I could really bite your arm off for some bloody comfort here, arsehole!” Solitaire retorted, getting to her feet, before hurrying for the entrance door.

”Solitaire! Hey!” Zyron called in a conflicted tone, as he rose to his feet. She was already ascending the stairs, to the front door. ”...I was trying... Fuck!”

”Uuuh... Why are you yelling?” Miles yawned, rubbing his face slightly with a tired expression.

Miles was just up the stairs, behind Zyron at this point. Without warning, Zyron got up to him, grabbing the feline by his choker. ”You fucking slept with her, you sonnova bitch!? What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Zyron snapped, angrily at the shorter leashed.

”Jeez... What's gotten into you?” Miles looked lazily at the dog. ”Can't a guy get some action, without getting shit for it?”

”I've seen how you fucking act around woman! You have zero restraint with your goddamn dick! You'd jump at the chance to fuck ANY chick!” Zyron barked, his face heating up with rage.

”So what? It's just natural urges, you're just pissed off cause I got a taste before you did. She obviously liked it, or I'd be full of holes right now. Get over it.” Miles retorted, boredly.

”You took advantage of a lonely girl, whose been hurting!!” Zyron sneered, shoving Miles back to the ground with force. Miles seemed stunned, with the angered eyes of the dog glaring down at him. ”No bones about it... You're nothing but a selfish little fucker! Keep this up, and you won't have a single fucking friend left!” Zyron turned from him, proceeding after Solitaire.

Miles stared, completely stunned by Zyron's reaction. He'd never seen the dog so angry before. ”...”

Zyron got outside, panting softly as he looked around for the pink haired Morphious. ”Solitaire!” He called, somewhat frantically. He received no response, but his nose detected an odd scent in the air. He sniffed for a moment, closing his eyes.

He reopened his eyes, before getting further away from the safety of Knothole. There was a clearing, where he crouched down to shift some black powder from the ground. Zyron looked at it briefly, before rubbing his index finger and thumb together to feel the substance.

”Sulfur?...” He muttered, before gazing back around to his surroundings. ”(That's remnants of a fiend... No wonder her scent is so faint, but did it take her? Dammit....)” Zyron flared his teeth, as he grew tense. ”I have to find her!” He growled, rushing off into the woods around him.

Not far from where Zyron had stood, a pair of legs hung, in a crossed fashion, from what seemed to be a broomstick. ”As thine moon wanes, and thine heart wavers. By the Maker, land, and sea, bring back that in which belongs to me.” A sultry voice chanted, with a cunning grin forming on her dark lips. ”Hmhmhmhm.”