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Permalink Reply by 2cxm0759owjz5 on April 15, 2019 at 18:28

Zephyr had lived in many places over the years after his turning.  He went where ever trouble called him.  He was a good little soldier.  Always helping those who couldn't help themselves.  Always there for the little guy. Until he met her.  Demelza had showed him how to be a Valkyr.  She had taught him how to control his powers and how to use shadows to his advantage.  Together they had captured some of the most dangerous criminals in the world.  In public they worked as one well oiled machine, each knowing what the other one would do.  What made this all even more perfect was the fact that there was no sexual tension between Demelza & Zephyr.  Zephyr was straight, but Demelza wasn't.  She also didn't believe in being exclusive to just one lover.  Demelza would often say "Why settle for one flavour where there so many other flavours t try."  Her carefree philosophy about life collided with the more old fashioned views Zephyr had about relationships.

For Zephyr, love was between two souls, not three or four.  Love was exclusive he belonged to her and she belonged to him.  Zephyr didn't like sharing.  He knew he was the jealous kind when he had been human.  Now that he was a Valkyr he could feel that if he ever loved another.  It would be the kind that's eternal, fierce and exclusive.

Demelza and Zephyr had had a fallout many years ago.  It was a surprise, to say the least,  when Demelza had used their mental bond due to the fact she had turned him into a Valkyr.  He had gone to her aide right away.  What he found stunned him beyond belief.  Demelza was dying.

"You came."  Her voice was barely a whisper. Demelza had been a handsome woman, not feminine at  all but she had a way with things that made her appealing to the mind.  She was laying down on a lounge chair, one of those that allow you to place your feet put but still gave you back support to sit.  Covered in heavy quilts her body looked frail.

Kneeling next to her Zephyr spoke with a worried tone "Who has done this to you?  Give me a name and I will make it right for you Demelza." Taking the frail hand that had reached out to him as Zephyr had knelt Demelza shook her head.  "This is of my own doing Zephyr.  My heart aches for something and I know I will not ever get it back.  I choose oblivion than living one more day."

Zephyr stood up, letting go of her hand.  What she was saying made no sense.  But then again Demelza was different.  He didn't know that just how different she was until Zephyr had gone out into the world and met other like him as well as many other species. Zephyr knew Demelza well enough not to argue with her, all he could do was listen.  He looked deep into the forlorn face that had once been filled with so much myrrh.  Carefully he spoke the words he had always said to Demelza when she had summoned him in the past "How may I help darling."

Demelza smiled "Come and kiss me goodbye, there is a journal on top of that nightstand over there that I want you to have, and..."  Zephyr didn't hear the rest a buzz entered his head.  It was the mental link he had with his Svetlana, She was in danger. He looked at Demelza with an apologetic stare and left her.  Demelza didn't need him, Svetlana did.

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Svetlana Vasilyev on April 17, 2019 at 23:39

The deafening silence that loomed around the Nephilim rigth now was all but comforting. The daggers sitting in front of her wouldn't have done the Nephilim no good since whoever/whatever was with her at the moment, refused to show itself in a psychical form. Leaning forward, Svet rested her elbows on the table, burying her face into the palms of her hands before letting out a much needed groan. "All my life ive done nothing but cowered to those who wish to see the Vailyev line extinct; yet here I still sit, pushing forward, and here you still are, hunting me. I may have lost a lot, including my own sanity, but you.. you lost so much more., So either kill me or leave me the hell alone!" Svetlana yelled out, probably seeming as crazy as it looked to scream at an invisible force.

After pouring herself another drink and chugging it down like she'd done the first one, the Nephilim finally felt a little numb. The goal she'd started reaching for the second she had been yanked up  by her neck, nearly strangled to death. Grabbing her daggers, Svet wandered over to the window, but just as quickly she was sent to the floor with an agonizing pain, only to look down and realize she'd been struck through the heart with a long dagger. As blood seeped through her shirt and ran down her fingers while she held her chest, the Nephilim could only smile, feeling like all this would finally be over for her. It's not like she could say she had ever truly lived anyways, and for the brief time she'd been out of captivity, she'd spent it looking over her shoulder, or hiding from those who wanted her dead. The pain was barely noticeable due to the fact that she'd managed to get herself a little drunk before the blade plunged into her chest.

Figuring that this was it, Svetlana only had one regret. She didn't want to go without seeing Zephyr one last time. Although he had left the city, shortly after coming back. The Nephilim felt betrayed at first, but knowing Zephyr the way that she knew him, his sudden disappearance had meant something bigger than just leaving. She had to keep it in mind that he wouldn't just leave her like that, otherwise it would have driven her more crazy than she already was. Feeling defeated, and knowing these were her final moments Svetlana called out his name in a breathless whisper. Somehow though, the second Svetlana called for Zephyr, his presence with her grew stronger than ever. She knew he was somewhere close, but what she didn't kknow was that she was hallucinating; that there wasn't even a blade in her chest at all.

Still however, whatever was making her hallucinate this moment, made it seem very real. Svet's eyes began fluttering closed, and she knew she was slipping away. Something or someone however was holding onto her, pulling her back away from the oblivion she thought she was about to be taken into. "Zephyr.." she whispered again, a broken tone echoing from her whiskey stained lips. The Nephilim could only hope that if she opened her eyes again, that it would be his face she saw,. Svet had so much to say to Zephyr, and so little time to do it, as whatever force with her, was certainly giving her the conclusion that she was about to die.

Permalink Reply by 2cxm0759owjz5 on April 21, 2019 at 1:59

Zephyr had encountered some unsettling things in his life but nothing would've prepared him for what was in front of his eyes when he arrived in Svetlana's house.  The place was in disarray, as if a fight had occurred. Following the trail of dropped items, broken glass and pieces of clothing, Zeph found Svet holding onto her chest.  From the sounds of it, Svetlana was in agony.  She was thrashing on the floor in what seemed her last breathes.

The Valkyr sniffed the air but all he could smell was Svetlana's scent.  There was no coppery scent of blood either.  His brow furrow as he knelt down.  Svetlana must've thought he was an assailant because for a moment she fought him, but she gave up quickly.  Her face was fevered and her eyes were out of focus.  "Svetlana, honey, is me your white night. What's a matter?"  Instead of answering him, Svetlana lost consciousness.

Picking her up, Zeph took her to the bathroom.  Carefully he ran a hot bath for her.  The sweat that covered her was oily and smelled wrong, her clothing was tattered and she had some wounds that looked self inflicted. His mind was racing trying to absorb everything he observed, but couldn't come up with a cohesive answer as to why Svetlana had done this to herself.

Once the bath was ready, he went in side the tub with Svetlana in his arms.  With a soapy sponge, Zeph carefully tended to her wounds, washed her hair and let he soak in the nice warm bath.  Zeph hadn't even taken his clothes off.  He had been so focused on her and only her.  He only took notice when he got out and his clothes seemed a bit heavier than before.  With a shrug, he took Svet to her bed, dried her up, put a well worn shirt of his that Svet like to wear and went to change quickly.  He came back all dry and clothed to sit by the resting figure of his beloved little warrior.

He held her hand and waited.  He had not found any life threatening injuries.  Her heart was steady and her breathing was no longer labored.  All there was left to do is wait and see.  He would not say anything about how he found her unless she asked.  At this point Zephyr had more questions than answers.

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Svetlana Vasilyev on April 24, 2019 at 1:57

Svetlana knew she had lost all her sanity the day she was captured, only to find that this very day, she still hadn't healed mentally. But, whatever was happening with her was nothing that resulted from her past demons, this was very much a new demon entering her life. The gut feeling she had was unsettling, and for the first time since Gus had used her as bait to capture Zephyr, she was afraid. This had to seem like she had done this herself, that Svetlana had finally lost the last little bit of sanity she had. A different woman completely than the one the Valkyr knew when he left. It saddened her beyond belief to think Zephyr would have thought she'd done this to herself, but she didn't have any answers for him, at least not any that would make sense.

The Nephilim had apparently lost consciousness, because when her eyes fluttered back open, she gasped, startled for a split second but immediately melted into his embrace. "You're here" she stated in the form of  a raspy whisper just before she'd faded out again. While she had no idea what was going on with her, she damn sure wouldn't let it rest when she could regain her composure; being a Nephilim was something that came with it's advantages, an immortal with powerful gifts, but to be overpowered by an unknown force made her feel weak, and as though a new battle was about to begin for her. She had chalked it all up to her past, which is what she done anytime she'd went through something awful, but this didn't make sense to her.

The second time she awoke, she was nestled underneath a pile of warm blankets with a million questions swimming around in her head for the Valkyr that sat at her bedside, and she was sure he had his own series of questions now. "Zephyr.." she finally whispered, giving his hand a tight squeeze as he held hers. "Where have you been?" she questioned, unable to keep her lower lip from quivering as tears threatened to pour down her cheeks. "You left again..you left me" she added, knowing there was probably something much bigger than him just simply leaving her, she knew him better than that, but still that feeling nagged at her that he'd left her like last time, vanishing after saving her life, leaving her with nothing but the longing feeling she had from last time, and dreams about him. Though, she had to admit, dreaming of Zephyr had always been the closest she'd came to having him in her arms again, her dreams were that of a fairytale.

Clearing her throat, the Nephilim rose her sore body from the bed, eyeing her white knight, making sure it was really him before saying anything else. "I was scared i'd never see you again. How did you find me though?" she questioned, rising her shirt only to see her wounds had began healing, which she was nothing but thankful for, especially when the pain began to fade.

Permalink Reply by 2cxm0759owjz5 on May 3, 2019 at 3:09

Svetlana had been in and out for a few hours.  At first she was incoherent, making no sense at all.  So many times she had touched his face just to make sure he was there.  Slowly she began to speak in complete sentences.  What she asked hit Zephyr right in the heart if he had any.  Valkyr‘ sure didn’t have a heart.  It was hard for him to feel empathy, but guilt?  He had a ton of guilt.  He had left without a word to Svetlana.  Zeph wasn’t used to letting others know what he was up to.  He was a nomad, he answered only to himself.  When he left, Zephyr had not thought about how this would affect Svet.  Zephyr had assumed she would know that  he would return.  After all, he was a Valkyr.  He had made a promise and he would keep it.

When he felt the bond Zeph shared with Svetlana Zephyr had been surprised.  He had left her safely in her home.  Gus and his gang were all gone.  Zephyr had made sure of this.  He had gone and finished every single one along with anyone that was sympathetic to Gus.  Zephyr felt pretty comfortable that Svetlana would not ever endure any harm, not while a Valkyr was around to protect her.

Sitting here next to her, Svet look so frail.  But she could be so fierce, that is why Zeph called her “his little warrior.”  What had made her so scared.  Why had she harmed herself?  And why would she think he had left her?  He couldn’t ask her that, not how.  All he could do was to explain where he had been, and so he did.

“My maker called me.  She had made a decision to end it.  She was an ancient one.  Her name was Demelza Nebojácný, the fearless one.  Alone she had saved her village before she was savaged and then brutally killed for her heroic efforts.  She was saved by a Valkyr, the most ancient one of all.”

He caressed her face, wanting to shed a tear but he couldn’t. Since he had been turned he had been unable to feel empathy.  He was sympathetic of course, but that part of his humanity had been erased.  With a sigh, Zephyr continued his tale.

“I had ignored her call for so long.  Two of her children came to explain why it was so important for me to go to Demelza.  She was on her death bed and had something to give me.  I never knew what it was because I felt our bond.  You were in danger and so I left Demelza as she took her last breath.”

Zephyr was not unhappy he had left Demelza in such haste.  They had parted ways a long time ago.  She had stuck to the old ways while Zephyr had opted out to be a loner, that was before he met Svetlana.

He reached for her and hugged her, whispering in her ear “I love you little warrior, I would not leave you willingly.  You must know this by now.”

Zephyr’s kiss was tender and slow, full of so much care and love for her.  Why couldn’t she see that he would do anything for her?

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Svetlana Vasilyev on May 7, 2019 at 2:46

At first, his words sounded muffled, like something was crowding her hearing, but she guessed that she was still coming to, from whatever had attacked her. Slowly but surely, Svetlana rose from where she laid, she wanted to be able to put complete focus on what he was ready to explain to her. She figured at the very least, it would help her move on from the painful thought that he had just up and left her. The explanation however, wasn't what Svet had expected in the slightest, for some reason, something had convinced Svetlana that Zephyr had left her here all alone, so that those from her past could finish what they had started when they took her into captivity.

Swallowing roughly and fighting any more tears from pouring down her cheeks, the Nephilim looked into her white knights eyes. "Well, I am really happy that you're safe. I was worried about you. Sorry about your maker, that couldn't have been easy.." she expressed, with the palm of her hand laid against his cheek, able to see that he was slightly broken over what had happened to his maker. As he continued, Svetlana dropped her head, grimacing as she looked to the floor "You left her to take her last breath alone because of me, only to arrive for it to seem that I did all of this to myself. I know how that must have looked, or how it probably still looks." she stated, searching deep within for the right words to explain how this had happened to her, and how it wasn't her who'd done this at all.

As Zephyr finally pulled her into his arms, fighting back tears was no longer an option, because for a brief second, she sobbed and held him as tightly as he did her. A faint smile graced Svet's features when he reminded her that he would have never left her willingly, "Of course I know that Zephyr. It's just after last time, you didn't come back.. we slayed those of my past, and i was left with only dreams of you until you came back for me again, and that was when i really had made it a mission to keep you in my life.. but you left again. However, I do understand why you did" she then said, different emotions crashing over her in waves, practically drowning her, but she at least had her white knight to keep her afloat now.

When their lips finally met, Svetlana deepened it, and ended up kissing him with a fiery passion, understanding very much that he loved her, that he would in fact do anything for her, even if it meant walking through the burning pits of hell. She knew that much. "Im sorry if I seem ungrateful, or that im questioning your love and loyalty to me.. trust me, if i know anything, i know how much you love me. I guess I just got scared, when you left. Not just because i feared that you had just up and left.. but because some really crazy shit has been happening here in the city. Something is here Zephyr. I know it may sound crazy, almost as crazy as the injuries on me look, but those aren't self inflicted." she added, biting down on her lower lip, for a moment just wallowing in the fact that her white knight was close enough to touch her now.

"Ive missed you so much" she expressed as her gaze averted back to his face, and her eyes once again met his. "I can see what a toll it took on you to leave her.. your maker. Is there anything I can do? I mean, I guess she is gone now, but maybe we could go visit .. if she has a burial site..." she said, more so suggesting. She figured she could leave the negative talk for later, because to tell Zephyr something or someone had controlled her mind, and then attacked her, wasn't how she wanted to welcome him back home. "I love you too my white knight, you have no idea how much, but I wanna show you" she then said, with a flirtacious smirk gracing her features. IF it happened to be that Zephyr wasn't in that sort of mood, then her next idea would be for them to just enjoy holding each other, or going out for a walk, and getting some fresh air. Often, Svetlana had walked to a certain over-look on a huge cliff when she was missing Zephyr and thinking about him, and she was dying to show him that spot. It had became something pretty special to her. It was one of those places you would have never found, had you not been looking for somewhere to escape. Svet had even carved her and Zeph's name into a heart on a tree up there, and if you stood on the edge of the cliff, it looked like you could go swimming in the fog.