CH 7 : His Name is Darkness - 2/2

A/N
Twisting and turning this story a little bit right here in this chapter. We are taking a minor smut break to instead delve into Kittens mind. You may be surprised at what you find there! *chuckle*

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The Joy of the Hunt Chapter 7
His Name Is Darkness
(Part 2 : I Think He Loves Us)

The sound of a sonata wakes her from her exhausted slumber. The delicate notes of the lone piano sneaks light-footed though her mind, finding entry into her subconscious and then her conscious mind. Her dreams, fueled by the music, take on the timbre of her late night talk with Elijah and she allows her soul to body surf the exquisite swell of the music. Slowly, ever so slowly, her being retracts back into her mortal shell, and with its arrival the physical sensations begin.

The silk sheet is slippery under her arm, slippery and cool, sensual and caressing. Each time she moves one of her limbs she feels like the sheets are gently worshiping her skin. Yes, although slippery there is a lot to be said for silk sheets. She finds herself twisting her head and stroking her cheek against the pillow, just to get another taste of the sweet feeling. Burrowing her head into the pillow and taking a deep breath her nostrils are almost overwhelmed by the different sensations and scents. There – the scent of the fabric itself, with a touch of fabric softener. There – slightly deeper – is Elijah. His head has rested on this pillow many times and his unique scent has penetrated through any covers to meld with the pillow.

• It is pleasant.
• Masculine.
• Overpowering.
• Adult.

There, above the depth that is the scent of Elijah, is a shallower and more recent addition that has still managed to penetrate the covers. Concentrating she can feel Kol. She can also feel herself, and sex, and wanton desire. Yes, there is a lot to be said for silk sheets. She rubs her whole body along the comforter just to feel it caress her skin, her head filled with the images the scents has brought with them. Someone once told her the memories brought on by smell are the only ones without a filter applied by the conscious mind. Smell memories are primal, they speak to instincts only. She believes it now.

Still halfway asleep she decides to brave reality and carefully opens her eyes to greet her Master. Only, she seems to be completely alone. Scents aside, there is no Kol here to pet her and call her his Kitten, no Elijah to teach her and call her his Little One. Beautiful piano music streams out from the hidden speakers around the room, but aside from that no sound is heard, no movement seen. She is here, alone.

Silk sheets? Speakers? Fading scents?

Where is she?

Her head swivels from side to side as she takes in her surroundings. She is in 'that' room. As awareness slowly returns to her, breaking through the mists of her sleep reverie, she begins to remember the events that got her exhausted enough to fall asleep in the middle of the day and her body makes its needs and aches clear to her. She's thirsty, she is a little bit hungry, she definitely needs to go to the bathroom sometime in the near future. Her muscles ache, especially her arms and thighs and… ummm… Yeah, that round muscle in the center of her backside, in-between her buttocks, that certainly aches. But, instead of the aches and pains disturbing her they have a tinge of 'rightness' to them, much like the dull ache you feel after working out. It hurts, but it feels good.


Her eyes drift to the tub in the corner, the one she was pampered in after their intense session a few days ago. Perhaps a hot bath would be just the thing to ease her aching muscles. Only, the tub does not seem to be unoccupied. A head with tousled, damp hair is just visible above the edge from her vantage point; two very shapely muscled arms are draped over the sides. Although a recent addition to her muscle memory, she would recognize those arms anywhere. She would recognize them even in pitch black darkness as long as her fingers could trail over them. They are the arms of safety, the arms of belonging, while at the same time being instruments of chastisement and embarrassment.

'Kol?'

 His name almost passes her lips just as the memory of the hours before her sleep, hours spent tied up to a bed together with him, come crashing down on her. She remembers how he worshiped her while she followed his rules and how angry he was when she sought and found the release he meant to deny her. She remembers his reaction and where here aches, all of her aches, come from now. A blush rises to her cheeks along with a strong conviction. She never wants to disappoint him again. She will take any physical ache over the emotional pain of letting him down.

He confuses her so much or rather; her feelings towards him confuse her so much. One part of her wants to reach out to him, apologize to him for letting him down and ask for another chance while another part inside her mind is screaming about how the situation and her feelings about it is all kinds of wrong. Suddenly she can hear her subconscious, almost as if it was a separate entity, speaking inside her head.

'Hey there, missy. You need to get a grip girl!'
What? Who is that? Am I going crazy?'
No, we are not crazy! I am you! I just had to separate from you for a moment because you don't seem to get what you are doing to us right now. There is a fancy term for this among shrinks; Disassociate… something… but that doesn't matter. What matters is that you/we are not crazy but you need to listen to me!'

She is flabbergasted. The inner conversation truly feels like it is two sided and she doesn't know how to make heads or tails of it.

I… Uh…
Oh, really eloquently put. I can see our parents' investment into our higher education was WELL worth it!'

Her inner voice practically drips with sarcasm. Great. Now she has managed to not only disappoint Him, but apparently also a part of herself. She takes a deep breath and tries to gather her thoughts. She is thoroughly done with being told off. She may not have much say in what happens to her in regards to the two sadistic yet devastatingly handsome vampires that seem to think they own her, but she'll be damned if she allows her own alter-ego (that must be what that voice is, right?) tell her off! She mentally squares her shoulders before lashing out in her thoughts.

Right. I'm pretty certain that having inner conversations with yourself where both parties seem to have a mind of their own is a sign of a deeply disturbed mind. If you care about me.. uhhh… us, you need to take the back seat and return to whatever unconscious corner of my mind that you came from.
Once your thoughts are any less crazy without me than with me I will, missy! Being out here in your frontal lobes is anything but fun for me; let me tell you, this is nothing I would choose to do willingly. Gawd, your neo-cortex is a mess! Get a room already!

She is taken aback by the vehement reply. Apparently this other side of her is trying to make a point, albeit being rude about it. Perhaps listening to herself would not be such a bad idea.

Now you're talking. Let's get down to business then?
Uh… Ok? What do you want?
Oh dear lord, there you go with the guttural noises again. I really would like to think we are more intelligent than you are letting on right now. Perhaps we are too deep into your animalistic instincts to form coherent words?

If an inner voice could be said to raise an eyebrow, she would have sworn that is what hers did right now.

Not that those animalistic instincts have been unpleasant, mind you... You sure know how to make a vamp, or two, rock our world!

The comment was followed by an odd rumbling feeling, she realized to her chagrin that this was her inner voice chuckling. Dang it, she is losing this discussion with herself. Time to grab the reins!

Now wait a minute! Make up your mind! Either, to your… eh MY mind, I am doing something wrong in this situation or I am not. If you are going to scold me, at least have the courtesy to tell me what I'm being scolded for!

[Silence]

Well? Answer me!

[Silence]


[Silence]


[Silence]

Do you really want to know?
YES! Give me my own unconscious perspective on this whole mad affair, PLEASE!
Ok, let me get back to you on that. He has noticed our breathing and heart rate picking up and knows we are awake now. He will check on us any moment now, it would be best if we greet him first. I will retreat for a moment – but I will leave us with this final food for thought; Living in two worlds is a recipe for destruction. What society requires may not be what is best for us. Trust our instincts and go with them.

[Silence]

I think he loves us.

With that 'she' was gone, leaving her on a cliffhanger worse than anything she had ever experienced before. Glancing towards the tub she could see the slight tension in his muscles that had not been there a moment ago when she first laid eyes on him. Yes, he is certainly becoming aware that she is conscious. She listens to her own advice and takes a breath – this time she will make sure the sound actually passes her lips.

She can't help it, her emotions are a mess.
I think he loves us?
The words finally break free, sounding breathy and sensual even to her own ears.
'Good morning, Kol. I missed you, Master.'

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A/N So, we have finally met Kittens inner voice, the one who seems to take over at the most inappropriate times and cause her to receive yet another punishment with her outspoken, sassy ways.

What do we think of her? And, is she right you think? :)