Warning: Explicit Themes
To say he was angry was an understatement. To say he felt devastated would be too little. To say he felt murderous would simply be the truth.
Red stormed through the streets as the rains rolled in at a pace so fast, it made the townsfolk he walked past scream and scramble for cover. Red walked through the middle of that pouring rain, agony fuelling every drop of water that hit the ground. He didn’t control the skies by any means, but he did have the ability to throw storm clouds, those already pregnant with water, into action and the natural consequences of this was the thunder and lightening. He wanted the rains, but his true territory was the waves that began to grow, crash and command the beach, and brewed brutal storms deep in the sea’s depths that made them a dangerous place to be. He wanted a fucking hurricane at the minimum.
He did think about going the police station first, but he didn’t want to be confined. After brutalizing Fitzpatrick, that wicked ancient beast was running wild in him and he didn’t think he could contain it. Instead, as his heart continued to cut and bleed in his chest, he turned towards the marina instead. He wanted the sea, the water, the comfort of it. He knew they were out of his waters now, and so was everybody that didn’t want to die.
Red didn’t bother undressing as he approached the water. It boiled as he stepped inside of it, and he felt its power coursing through him as he watched the moon begin to fade into a very dark, cloudy morning. As the thunder rolled again, he had no choice but to scream as the pain of his chest started to overwhelm him, as things happened that caused his veins to cut and bleed, but this only made the storm worse.
He could feel Asher trying to reach him, but he refused to connect to her. He knew, because of her fucking nature, she’d be trying to fix it, and right now, he hated her for it. She would be trying to save that prick, and she would probably succeed. She would take care of Jasper, because that’s who she was. And she would be looking for him, because she was afraid of what he might do. But Red didn’t want her fucking help, he wanted to be left alone. He wanted to scream at God, he wanted to take on his big form and fight the world, he wanted every destructive emotion and action, and he could feel the burning inside getting ready to do that.
Before he got that chance, before he could take another step, something so profound happened that caused his heart to finally feel like it shattered. He gasped out, lucky he was alone as his legs went out from under him and he dropped, the seas damn near exploding the way his heart did as all the magic gave its consequences. His hand initially caught his weight, but the soft sand under didn’t support it, and he wound up face down in the waters, his brain hyperactive with the images of the past, of Sadie, and of a particularly savage argument he once had with Asher.
When he had that potion made, he had made it very clear to her that if it ever came down to breaking, then he would suffer the consequences. He never wanted Sadie to feel something like this, and he didn’t want her to lose out on her life, her love. He knew the biggest consequence was one he already lived with. Taking the will of the intended mate meant he would never have his own, but God had happily ensured that for him so long ago. No, the consequences now were that he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could barely move as the bond broke, as three hearts broke from one another. He had ensured that Sadie would suffer the least amount of consequences, but that also meant he would suffer the most of them. The unknown element in this was, and had always been, Jasper. Red could feel him too, but had never known what he may suffer. He now knew Jasper was suffering just as much, but a part of him strangely hoped it was not as badly.
As he laid there, tormented as the magic broke its bonds, It was lucky water couldn’t drown him as he laid half-face down in it, his brain trying to combat what was going on his chest, his power out of control as the contact with the waters made them grow even more deadly, and his eyes closed as he waited, perhaps even prayed, that it would be over soon.
To say he was angry was an understatement. To say he felt devastated would be too little. To say he felt murderous would simply be the truth.
Red stormed through the streets as the rains rolled in at a pace so fast, it made the townsfolk he walked past scream and scramble for cover. Red walked through the middle of that pouring rain, agony fuelling every drop of water that hit the ground. He didn’t control the skies by any means, but he did have the ability to throw storm clouds, those already pregnant with water, into action and the natural consequences of this was the thunder and lightening. He wanted the rains, but his true territory was the waves that began to grow, crash and command the beach, and brewed brutal storms deep in the sea’s depths that made them a dangerous place to be. He wanted a fucking hurricane at the minimum.
He did think about going the police station first, but he didn’t want to be confined. After brutalizing Fitzpatrick, that wicked ancient beast was running wild in him and he didn’t think he could contain it. Instead, as his heart continued to cut and bleed in his chest, he turned towards the marina instead. He wanted the sea, the water, the comfort of it. He knew they were out of his waters now, and so was everybody that didn’t want to die.
Red didn’t bother undressing as he approached the water. It boiled as he stepped inside of it, and he felt its power coursing through him as he watched the moon begin to fade into a very dark, cloudy morning. As the thunder rolled again, he had no choice but to scream as the pain of his chest started to overwhelm him, as things happened that caused his veins to cut and bleed, but this only made the storm worse.
He could feel Asher trying to reach him, but he refused to connect to her. He knew, because of her fucking nature, she’d be trying to fix it, and right now, he hated her for it. She would be trying to save that prick, and she would probably succeed. She would take care of Jasper, because that’s who she was. And she would be looking for him, because she was afraid of what he might do. But Red didn’t want her fucking help, he wanted to be left alone. He wanted to scream at God, he wanted to take on his big form and fight the world, he wanted every destructive emotion and action, and he could feel the burning inside getting ready to do that.
Before he got that chance, before he could take another step, something so profound happened that caused his heart to finally feel like it shattered. He gasped out, lucky he was alone as his legs went out from under him and he dropped, the seas damn near exploding the way his heart did as all the magic gave its consequences. His hand initially caught his weight, but the soft sand under didn’t support it, and he wound up face down in the waters, his brain hyperactive with the images of the past, of Sadie, and of a particularly savage argument he once had with Asher.
When he had that potion made, he had made it very clear to her that if it ever came down to breaking, then he would suffer the consequences. He never wanted Sadie to feel something like this, and he didn’t want her to lose out on her life, her love. He knew the biggest consequence was one he already lived with. Taking the will of the intended mate meant he would never have his own, but God had happily ensured that for him so long ago. No, the consequences now were that he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could barely move as the bond broke, as three hearts broke from one another. He had ensured that Sadie would suffer the least amount of consequences, but that also meant he would suffer the most of them. The unknown element in this was, and had always been, Jasper. Red could feel him too, but had never known what he may suffer. He now knew Jasper was suffering just as much, but a part of him strangely hoped it was not as badly.
As he laid there, tormented as the magic broke its bonds, It was lucky water couldn’t drown him as he laid half-face down in it, his brain trying to combat what was going on his chest, his power out of control as the contact with the waters made them grow even more deadly, and his eyes closed as he waited, perhaps even prayed, that it would be over soon.
This was not her day, or night. Her research boat had been vandalized. The police chief was someone she both knew and hated, and he refused to do shit about it. She had tried to find someone to fuck her troubles away only to get left at the bar because some dickhead showed up and caused drama. Now, Neriah was three sheets to the wind drunk on tequila, still horny, and making a complete ass of herself as she stumbled down the street. She seemed to be tripping over things that didn’t even exist. If this cops in this town didn’t suck so bad, she would certainly have been arrested for public intoxication.
By the grace of the loving God that made her, she arrived back at her vandalized research vessel in the marina, the spray-painted dicks glaring at her in the moonlight. “Fuck you!” she screamed at her boat. She was actually screaming at the people who had fucked up her boat, but she didn’t know who they were yet. She grabbed hold of the railing and practically fell onto the deck of the boat. Standing was pointless and the only thing she could think of doing would be to crawl to the stairs that lead down. To get down the steps, she sat on her ass and scooted down each step like a toddler. The stairs led down into the ship’s gally kitchen where there was bench seating against one of the walls. She managed to hoist herself up onto the bench and promptly passed out for several hours.
She was very rudely woken up when she was rolled off the bench and onto bottom of the boat. The floors were textured and very hard. She pushed herself up and promptly smacked her head on the bottom of the table. Going back down onto her stomach she lay there for a minute trying to collect herself. Her head was spinning and thudding. She was half drunk and half on her way to one hell of a hangover. Staying on her belly, she used her feet to push her out front under the table so she could sit up. It took her a minute to figure out whether the world was spinning for only her or if the world really was spinning. Everything was locked down and secured in the gally so there wasn’t anything she could measure against. She tried to stand but was tossed back down by the boat rocking violently. Was that her own imbalance or was the boat getting thrown around? There was only one way to find out.
She crawled to the stairs and then remained on her knees as she climbed the stairs slowly. She pushed open the door and was instantly hit in the face by the sharp wind. Her loose brunette hair whipped around her face, covering her eyes at times, as the wind came from two different directions at once. Though, still drunk, her professional mind was taking over. This was a phenomenon she couldn’t pass up. Even in the marina, the sea was kicking up some crazy waves and she had to grab hold of the railings and pull herself over to the few pieces of equipment that had been secured onboard the ship. She flipped the equipment on and fought her way to the helm. Even though driving was the worst idea in the world, she couldn’t resist getting some reading off this storm.
She fired up the twin turbo engines and pulled away from the dock. She had forgotten to untie the boat and broke a small section of the dock, causing it to splinter and fall into the water. Honestly, she didn’t notice. Her mind was on getting out on the water to get some readings. Normally, when pulling out of the marina boats were required to idle until they were out at sea. But, with the waves being as volatile as they were, no one would notice. She opened the boat to a full throttle and headed directly out into the worst of the storm.
The sea was tossing and tipping the boat in violent and unexpected ways as the waves hit the vessel from different directions. Driving a boat in stormy waters was already a tricky feat. Add half drunk and half hungover to that and you got a recipe for disaster waiting to happen. As she clung to the wheel, she got thrown around a fair bit. She was slammed against the wheel, smacked her head on the window, and even was thrown to the ground once. The waves were getting worse as she watched the sky, waiting to find the sweet spot in the storm where she would get the best readings.
When she thought she found it, she put the boat in idle and left the helm. She rushed to the deck and started checking the equipment. The doppler was going crazy with drastic changes in the readings. Then, out of nowhere, a rogue wave smacks the side of the boat with such force Neriah went flying into the water. The currents were brutally strong, and it took her a minute to fight her way back to the surface. She shook the water out of her eyes and searched for the boat. Even in the minute she was in the water, the distance between herself and the boat was incredible. The currents were battling fiercely. The problem was, she didn’t know if she could get to the boat that was steadily being pulled away from her before the waves took her down.
By the grace of the loving God that made her, she arrived back at her vandalized research vessel in the marina, the spray-painted dicks glaring at her in the moonlight. “Fuck you!” she screamed at her boat. She was actually screaming at the people who had fucked up her boat, but she didn’t know who they were yet. She grabbed hold of the railing and practically fell onto the deck of the boat. Standing was pointless and the only thing she could think of doing would be to crawl to the stairs that lead down. To get down the steps, she sat on her ass and scooted down each step like a toddler. The stairs led down into the ship’s gally kitchen where there was bench seating against one of the walls. She managed to hoist herself up onto the bench and promptly passed out for several hours.
She was very rudely woken up when she was rolled off the bench and onto bottom of the boat. The floors were textured and very hard. She pushed herself up and promptly smacked her head on the bottom of the table. Going back down onto her stomach she lay there for a minute trying to collect herself. Her head was spinning and thudding. She was half drunk and half on her way to one hell of a hangover. Staying on her belly, she used her feet to push her out front under the table so she could sit up. It took her a minute to figure out whether the world was spinning for only her or if the world really was spinning. Everything was locked down and secured in the gally so there wasn’t anything she could measure against. She tried to stand but was tossed back down by the boat rocking violently. Was that her own imbalance or was the boat getting thrown around? There was only one way to find out.
She crawled to the stairs and then remained on her knees as she climbed the stairs slowly. She pushed open the door and was instantly hit in the face by the sharp wind. Her loose brunette hair whipped around her face, covering her eyes at times, as the wind came from two different directions at once. Though, still drunk, her professional mind was taking over. This was a phenomenon she couldn’t pass up. Even in the marina, the sea was kicking up some crazy waves and she had to grab hold of the railings and pull herself over to the few pieces of equipment that had been secured onboard the ship. She flipped the equipment on and fought her way to the helm. Even though driving was the worst idea in the world, she couldn’t resist getting some reading off this storm.
She fired up the twin turbo engines and pulled away from the dock. She had forgotten to untie the boat and broke a small section of the dock, causing it to splinter and fall into the water. Honestly, she didn’t notice. Her mind was on getting out on the water to get some readings. Normally, when pulling out of the marina boats were required to idle until they were out at sea. But, with the waves being as volatile as they were, no one would notice. She opened the boat to a full throttle and headed directly out into the worst of the storm.
The sea was tossing and tipping the boat in violent and unexpected ways as the waves hit the vessel from different directions. Driving a boat in stormy waters was already a tricky feat. Add half drunk and half hungover to that and you got a recipe for disaster waiting to happen. As she clung to the wheel, she got thrown around a fair bit. She was slammed against the wheel, smacked her head on the window, and even was thrown to the ground once. The waves were getting worse as she watched the sky, waiting to find the sweet spot in the storm where she would get the best readings.
When she thought she found it, she put the boat in idle and left the helm. She rushed to the deck and started checking the equipment. The doppler was going crazy with drastic changes in the readings. Then, out of nowhere, a rogue wave smacks the side of the boat with such force Neriah went flying into the water. The currents were brutally strong, and it took her a minute to fight her way back to the surface. She shook the water out of her eyes and searched for the boat. Even in the minute she was in the water, the distance between herself and the boat was incredible. The currents were battling fiercely. The problem was, she didn’t know if she could get to the boat that was steadily being pulled away from her before the waves took her down.
The sea was comfort, even in its rage. The water spoke to him, whispered to him, but it didn’t seem that much reached the giant as he laid there, sucking in salt and sand while his chest exploded in cruel ways. At the moment, he hated everybody, and he was glad he was alone. Even face down in the water, he was incredibly dangerous. Not that the odds of getting to him were good, since he was in the middle of that storm.
As the pain of it surged through every nerve his body was made of, he didn’t have a choice but to let it happen. He let every dark thought that crept to the edge enter through, let his mind cloud up as his body started to give way to the water. Before this action was completed, something else whispered in the water. His dark blue eyes opened and at first, he didn’t see it. But he felt it. Someone else had entered the waters, and at first, he was in no mood to do anything about it.
It wasn’t until the water revealed its intentions with this person that Red turned his head to look out at it. He saw the flash of a boat, curious of what the hell someone was doing in the water. His hand reached out to read the water, and it made his head lift. “For fuck sakes.” He growled to himself as he lifted his chest out of the water, and pushed to his knees.
He realized he couldn’t connect to the storm once again, which made it even more dangerous for whoever this was. He wasn’t paying attention to who it was, but he didn’t exactly feel like dealing with paperwork for an idiot lost in a storm. Red let himself fall into the water again, unable to drown as he started swimming through the currents. Even in his human form, he was a fantastic swimmer, and his body was strong in its execution. Not to mention, his fury let him move through the water like it wasn’t even there.
He caught up to the woman, and as he swam closer, he realized why that burning in him had increased. Preparing himself to yell at her for being stupid, Red’s strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her into his chest. He held her head to his chest as his back took the brunt of the next crash, but she was saved from being sucked under. Her boat was currently another matter, but one thing at a time. He knew she couldn’t die, she shared that ability with him, but the waters could still trap her if she wasn’t careful.
He pulled Neriah backwards, until he could get his footing in the water again. When he did, he knew he was close enough to shore, but he didn’t let her out of his strong arms until she had some sand under her. “What in the fuck are you doing out here?!” The question was snarled at her, his chest heaving as the last of the magic surged through him and made him just….mad.
As the pain of it surged through every nerve his body was made of, he didn’t have a choice but to let it happen. He let every dark thought that crept to the edge enter through, let his mind cloud up as his body started to give way to the water. Before this action was completed, something else whispered in the water. His dark blue eyes opened and at first, he didn’t see it. But he felt it. Someone else had entered the waters, and at first, he was in no mood to do anything about it.
It wasn’t until the water revealed its intentions with this person that Red turned his head to look out at it. He saw the flash of a boat, curious of what the hell someone was doing in the water. His hand reached out to read the water, and it made his head lift. “For fuck sakes.” He growled to himself as he lifted his chest out of the water, and pushed to his knees.
He realized he couldn’t connect to the storm once again, which made it even more dangerous for whoever this was. He wasn’t paying attention to who it was, but he didn’t exactly feel like dealing with paperwork for an idiot lost in a storm. Red let himself fall into the water again, unable to drown as he started swimming through the currents. Even in his human form, he was a fantastic swimmer, and his body was strong in its execution. Not to mention, his fury let him move through the water like it wasn’t even there.
He caught up to the woman, and as he swam closer, he realized why that burning in him had increased. Preparing himself to yell at her for being stupid, Red’s strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her into his chest. He held her head to his chest as his back took the brunt of the next crash, but she was saved from being sucked under. Her boat was currently another matter, but one thing at a time. He knew she couldn’t die, she shared that ability with him, but the waters could still trap her if she wasn’t careful.
He pulled Neriah backwards, until he could get his footing in the water again. When he did, he knew he was close enough to shore, but he didn’t let her out of his strong arms until she had some sand under her. “What in the fuck are you doing out here?!” The question was snarled at her, his chest heaving as the last of the magic surged through him and made him just….mad.
Neriah wasn’t exactly paying attention to anything other than keeping her head above water, which she was failing at. Her body was strong and toned, made for the physical labor of lifting heavy equipment and, sometimes, teammates. She was not weak, but her strength was nothing compared to the force of the ocean waves that kept washing over her head. She had breathed in more salt water than her lungs could handle, and they were able to take in less and less air with each gasp. Reaching the boat was no good. The currents were pulling it one way and her another. It was like this storm was intentionally trying to take her life.
When something came up out of the water behind her and wrapped arms around her body, the fight in her came out. She was not about to be pulled under the water by a fucking giant squid or something. She looked down, the water obscuring the scene. She thought she saw arms. Like human arms. But that might be a trick. She started kicking backwards with her legs and digging her nails into whatever held her. Her kicks were weak, the resistance of the water slowing the effort and stealing the power that could have gained her freedom. If she could just get her back out of the water, she could shift into the bird form and fly out of this mess.
Whatever held her started to pull her but under the water and not out to sea. No, it was pulling her towards the shore. “My boat! My boat!” She fought against the pull as she wanted to go to her boat. “I am not losing it! It has my equipment on it.” But fighting against the grip was pointless and she gave in and let herself be towed.
Once the sand was under her feet, she hurled herself around at the same moment she heard the asshole’s voice questioning her. The moment the words had left his mouth; her open hand slapped him as hard as she could. She coughed then, spitting up some water. “You,” cough. “Asshole!” deep, jagged breath and cough. “The fuck are YOU doing?” She shoved him hard and moved away from him, wading slowly in the water. “You should have taken me to my boat, you dickhead.” Neriah started peeling off her clothes so she could transform into her bird form and go get her research vessel.
When something came up out of the water behind her and wrapped arms around her body, the fight in her came out. She was not about to be pulled under the water by a fucking giant squid or something. She looked down, the water obscuring the scene. She thought she saw arms. Like human arms. But that might be a trick. She started kicking backwards with her legs and digging her nails into whatever held her. Her kicks were weak, the resistance of the water slowing the effort and stealing the power that could have gained her freedom. If she could just get her back out of the water, she could shift into the bird form and fly out of this mess.
Whatever held her started to pull her but under the water and not out to sea. No, it was pulling her towards the shore. “My boat! My boat!” She fought against the pull as she wanted to go to her boat. “I am not losing it! It has my equipment on it.” But fighting against the grip was pointless and she gave in and let herself be towed.
Once the sand was under her feet, she hurled herself around at the same moment she heard the asshole’s voice questioning her. The moment the words had left his mouth; her open hand slapped him as hard as she could. She coughed then, spitting up some water. “You,” cough. “Asshole!” deep, jagged breath and cough. “The fuck are YOU doing?” She shoved him hard and moved away from him, wading slowly in the water. “You should have taken me to my boat, you dickhead.” Neriah started peeling off her clothes so she could transform into her bird form and go get her research vessel.
Red could clearly see the problem of the waves taking the boat, but he thought the better idea might be getting her out of the waves before she got herself drowned. At least, until he released her and as if he wasn’t having a bad enough day, she turned around and slapped him as hard as she could, which even struggling, wet and tired, still had an impact. The force of it, and mostly the unexpectedness of it, turned his head as shock moved through his system. “What the fuck, bitch?!” He growled at her, turning to stare at her through the pouring rain. “I save your stupid,…” Even through the air, he could smell it. “And drunk ass from the waves, and you fucking slap me?!” He wouldn’t lie, he was tempted to slap her back, but he was a little worried the force he wanted to use would actually take her human head from her stupid human body.
When she said that he should’ve taken her to her boat, like an asshole, he casually looked over to where her boat was almost completely swallowed by the water. “Oh, you want me to take you to your boat, do you? And how the fuck did you want me to do that? By way of your express drowning, perhaps?!” He shot back at her, frustration growing at the situation, which only made the water she stood in react more.
Even as he stood there, waiting for some snippy comment from her, he realized she was stripping. Confusion ran through him as his brows knit together. “The fuck are you…” He realized it a second later. He looked between her and the boat as she fought to get the clothes off, and thought about letting her struggle for the next five minutes while the boat finished sinking. But then he realized that even in this storm, someone would notice something like her. He growled in irritation. “Oh for fuck sakes, stop. You’re gonna fly your ass into a fucking electrical line or something, and as funny as that might be for me to watch, I don’t feel like doing that much paper work in the morning. Put your fucking shirt on, and wait on the dock.”
Rage was again, the number one emotion as he stepped back into the water, letting it cover him. He let the water guide him under the boat, and once he was there, he used the waves under the water to push the boat back through the surface. He was able to use that same wave to push the boat back towards the marina, though this was a slightly slower process due to the wind. Once he had it as close as he was going to put it, as it wasnt in its spot, but close enough to get too, his eyes scanned the paint that was still there before that glare returned to Neriah. “Her Majesty’s boat, all covered in dick.”
When she said that he should’ve taken her to her boat, like an asshole, he casually looked over to where her boat was almost completely swallowed by the water. “Oh, you want me to take you to your boat, do you? And how the fuck did you want me to do that? By way of your express drowning, perhaps?!” He shot back at her, frustration growing at the situation, which only made the water she stood in react more.
Even as he stood there, waiting for some snippy comment from her, he realized she was stripping. Confusion ran through him as his brows knit together. “The fuck are you…” He realized it a second later. He looked between her and the boat as she fought to get the clothes off, and thought about letting her struggle for the next five minutes while the boat finished sinking. But then he realized that even in this storm, someone would notice something like her. He growled in irritation. “Oh for fuck sakes, stop. You’re gonna fly your ass into a fucking electrical line or something, and as funny as that might be for me to watch, I don’t feel like doing that much paper work in the morning. Put your fucking shirt on, and wait on the dock.”
Rage was again, the number one emotion as he stepped back into the water, letting it cover him. He let the water guide him under the boat, and once he was there, he used the waves under the water to push the boat back through the surface. He was able to use that same wave to push the boat back towards the marina, though this was a slightly slower process due to the wind. Once he had it as close as he was going to put it, as it wasnt in its spot, but close enough to get too, his eyes scanned the paint that was still there before that glare returned to Neriah. “Her Majesty’s boat, all covered in dick.”
She didn’t care where she went as long as it was away from him. He heard her yelling at her, calling her stupid and a bitch – she didn’t care. She waded through the water that was about as deep as her hips. Her dark hair, turned black by the water, had come loose in the thrashing waves and lashed about her face from the heavy winds. He did say one thing that got her attention, that her boat was sinking.
She turned her head first and then her body to try and spot her vessel. Sure enough the waves were claiming it. She closed her eyes and tried to connect with the storm. She had just as much, if not more power to control storms, then Mr. Dumbass over there did, but it wouldn’t connect to her. She tried again, commanding it to settle. The sea ebbed then, fighting against her command. He had done something to this storm, and it was completely out of control. The only thought in her mind now was that she needed to transform. In her griffin form she could fly into the clouds and either settle them down or destroy them. She would also be able to lift her own boat out of the sea. Because of the sheer size of her griffin form, there was a fairly good chance she would been seen by the people of the city – another who was watching the storm over the water. The fact that it was like 4am was on her side but some people would still be awake.
She began the struggle of trying to get out of her soaking wet t-shirt. The shirt had already been tight on her and the water made the fabric cling to her skin. She managed to get the shirt up to about her shoulders when she got stuck in the fabric. She splashed around a little, trying to grab the right handful of shirt to be able to pull it over her head. When she finally got it off, she was about to shift when she noticed Red was gone. She looked out towards her boat and saw the changes in the sea. She had no power of the water, so this had to be him.
With her shirt in hand, because face it, if it was that hard to get off, putting it back on would be next to impossible, she began to run towards the shore. That damn near wore her out, but she was driven by fury and the need to check her boat. Once she got to the beach, she allowed just her wings to sprout and, staying low to the ground, let them carry her to the docks. She landed with a decent thump and raced towards the book that was being pushed into the marina. She paced on the dock, watching as the boat was moving closer and closer to the dock. Red seemed to think the location of her boat needed to be changed and he refused to put it in the one open slot. Instead, asshole just left it bobbing in the water in the middle of the marina. Neriah let the wings emerge once more and had them carry her to her boat. She ignored Red and immediately went to check her equipment. Most of this stuff was in waterproof casing as it was specially made for storm chasing and getting wet was a huge part of that. But some of it had been submerged in salt water – that was a whole different monster. She wouldn’t know the extent of the damage until she was able to run some tests. For now, she cranked the motors, thankfully they weren’t flooded, and drove her boat into the available slot.
Once she secured her vessel, she heard Red and his snide comment. “Do you expect me to thank you?” She might have looked like a drowned rat in saggy pants and a bra but she was dangerous right now. “Thank you for being a pissy little baby and creating a storm no one could control. Not even you?” He moved towards him, her fists clenched like she would punch him this time should he let her close enough. “Oh yeah, Red, I know. I can tell when a storm has been manipulated and mutated to the point that it has a mind of its own.” She gave him a look that should have killed him. “You saved me, but what about the fishermen that start their days at 3am?” She motioned wildly towards the docks where the fishing boats were tethered. “You realize your selfish behavior fucked up their day and their livelihood?” She wanted him to feel bad. She wanted him to be sorry.
She turned her head first and then her body to try and spot her vessel. Sure enough the waves were claiming it. She closed her eyes and tried to connect with the storm. She had just as much, if not more power to control storms, then Mr. Dumbass over there did, but it wouldn’t connect to her. She tried again, commanding it to settle. The sea ebbed then, fighting against her command. He had done something to this storm, and it was completely out of control. The only thought in her mind now was that she needed to transform. In her griffin form she could fly into the clouds and either settle them down or destroy them. She would also be able to lift her own boat out of the sea. Because of the sheer size of her griffin form, there was a fairly good chance she would been seen by the people of the city – another who was watching the storm over the water. The fact that it was like 4am was on her side but some people would still be awake.
She began the struggle of trying to get out of her soaking wet t-shirt. The shirt had already been tight on her and the water made the fabric cling to her skin. She managed to get the shirt up to about her shoulders when she got stuck in the fabric. She splashed around a little, trying to grab the right handful of shirt to be able to pull it over her head. When she finally got it off, she was about to shift when she noticed Red was gone. She looked out towards her boat and saw the changes in the sea. She had no power of the water, so this had to be him.
With her shirt in hand, because face it, if it was that hard to get off, putting it back on would be next to impossible, she began to run towards the shore. That damn near wore her out, but she was driven by fury and the need to check her boat. Once she got to the beach, she allowed just her wings to sprout and, staying low to the ground, let them carry her to the docks. She landed with a decent thump and raced towards the book that was being pushed into the marina. She paced on the dock, watching as the boat was moving closer and closer to the dock. Red seemed to think the location of her boat needed to be changed and he refused to put it in the one open slot. Instead, asshole just left it bobbing in the water in the middle of the marina. Neriah let the wings emerge once more and had them carry her to her boat. She ignored Red and immediately went to check her equipment. Most of this stuff was in waterproof casing as it was specially made for storm chasing and getting wet was a huge part of that. But some of it had been submerged in salt water – that was a whole different monster. She wouldn’t know the extent of the damage until she was able to run some tests. For now, she cranked the motors, thankfully they weren’t flooded, and drove her boat into the available slot.
Once she secured her vessel, she heard Red and his snide comment. “Do you expect me to thank you?” She might have looked like a drowned rat in saggy pants and a bra but she was dangerous right now. “Thank you for being a pissy little baby and creating a storm no one could control. Not even you?” He moved towards him, her fists clenched like she would punch him this time should he let her close enough. “Oh yeah, Red, I know. I can tell when a storm has been manipulated and mutated to the point that it has a mind of its own.” She gave him a look that should have killed him. “You saved me, but what about the fishermen that start their days at 3am?” She motioned wildly towards the docks where the fishing boats were tethered. “You realize your selfish behavior fucked up their day and their livelihood?” She wanted him to feel bad. She wanted him to be sorry.
Red was focused on her stupid boat, but from the corner of his eye, he saw her running towards the place where he was pushing it. He did put it only as close as he wanted too, possibly with the express intent of pissing her off further, though possibly because moving it further like this would’ve caused further damage, but it must’ve worked either way because the ancient part of him recognized the threat in her when he saw those wings sprout from her back, and the sight of them caused his chaotic beast to squirm inside him.
Something about it, maybe even just the fact he wanted a fight, caused him to follow as she hopped on and drove the boat back into its proper place. He used the water to bring him up, stepped onto the boat, and while she checked her equipment, he studied her wings, preparing to attack. As he watched, the lightening flashed, and the holy light reflected triggered a deeply buried memory. It was of an entirely different time. A time when he was with God, by His side, and his life was peaceful. He remembered the water, the sun, the earth, the moons, the feeling. He remembered that peace. The memory, brighter than he had expected it to be, started to unexpectedly shift his anger for just a moment before she turned on him, distracting him in a whole other way as he caught a full straight on view of her chest. His gaze dropped while surprise moved his blood through his body, but before he could actually react in any way, she started yelling at him, ripping his eyes away from her chest and back to her face.
This did infuriate him all over again as he listened to her scathing words, darkening the eyes that had almost started to lighten. She had no idea that the storm was nothing compared to the uncontrollable destruction that ripped through his chest, but he could never tell her that. She wouldn’t care, or understand it. His eyes blazed again as he stood there, and even he wasn’t entirely sure what he was thinking. He wasn’t even really sure he could. He could hear his own blood pumping through his body, but it blocked out any logic, any careful control he normally had, although this allowed his deeper emotions to push through. As she finished berating him, he menacingly took another few steps towards her, as if taunting her. He purposely put himself in her range. If she wanted to hit him, he welcomed it. He hoped she would. His voice when he spoke was low, dangerous and held an edge of pain. “People do not give a fuck about me, Neriah. Why the fuck should I care about them?”
Before she would have a chance to answer that question, Red felt it coming. He looked up from her face to see the huge wave that was headed straight for them. It was headed straight for her back, this boat and the dock. The storm may have been lost to him, but the waves were not. Without warning, whether she was speaking or not, he suddenly grabbed onto Neriah again, pulling her into his chest. If she listened, she may have been able to hear the shattering storm in him as he turned with her. His back was now to the wave as his eyes flashed bright in colour to command it, catching it just in time.
Although they and the boat were spared from getting swallowed by the worst of it, the force was still set on its collision course. Red, still heavy in the command, lost his footing on the slippery deck when it hit, lurching him forward with Neriah. Because he was still holding onto her, he fell directly ontop of her, solidly landing between her legs. Already on overdrive, hurt, and pissed off, he felt every inch of himself against her and he was acutely aware of her underneath him as those deep, dark eyes looked down at her face, daring her to hit him.
Something about it, maybe even just the fact he wanted a fight, caused him to follow as she hopped on and drove the boat back into its proper place. He used the water to bring him up, stepped onto the boat, and while she checked her equipment, he studied her wings, preparing to attack. As he watched, the lightening flashed, and the holy light reflected triggered a deeply buried memory. It was of an entirely different time. A time when he was with God, by His side, and his life was peaceful. He remembered the water, the sun, the earth, the moons, the feeling. He remembered that peace. The memory, brighter than he had expected it to be, started to unexpectedly shift his anger for just a moment before she turned on him, distracting him in a whole other way as he caught a full straight on view of her chest. His gaze dropped while surprise moved his blood through his body, but before he could actually react in any way, she started yelling at him, ripping his eyes away from her chest and back to her face.
This did infuriate him all over again as he listened to her scathing words, darkening the eyes that had almost started to lighten. She had no idea that the storm was nothing compared to the uncontrollable destruction that ripped through his chest, but he could never tell her that. She wouldn’t care, or understand it. His eyes blazed again as he stood there, and even he wasn’t entirely sure what he was thinking. He wasn’t even really sure he could. He could hear his own blood pumping through his body, but it blocked out any logic, any careful control he normally had, although this allowed his deeper emotions to push through. As she finished berating him, he menacingly took another few steps towards her, as if taunting her. He purposely put himself in her range. If she wanted to hit him, he welcomed it. He hoped she would. His voice when he spoke was low, dangerous and held an edge of pain. “People do not give a fuck about me, Neriah. Why the fuck should I care about them?”
Before she would have a chance to answer that question, Red felt it coming. He looked up from her face to see the huge wave that was headed straight for them. It was headed straight for her back, this boat and the dock. The storm may have been lost to him, but the waves were not. Without warning, whether she was speaking or not, he suddenly grabbed onto Neriah again, pulling her into his chest. If she listened, she may have been able to hear the shattering storm in him as he turned with her. His back was now to the wave as his eyes flashed bright in colour to command it, catching it just in time.
Although they and the boat were spared from getting swallowed by the worst of it, the force was still set on its collision course. Red, still heavy in the command, lost his footing on the slippery deck when it hit, lurching him forward with Neriah. Because he was still holding onto her, he fell directly ontop of her, solidly landing between her legs. Already on overdrive, hurt, and pissed off, he felt every inch of himself against her and he was acutely aware of her underneath him as those deep, dark eyes looked down at her face, daring her to hit him.
She could have seen it, SHOULD have seen it - the light of God touching him, even for the shortest moment, but she had been too caught up with her equipment and anger. She wanted to hit him again. Hit him for his selfish acts, but she didn't. She tucked the wings back into her body and let the light of God calm her rage. She couldn't fight fire with fire, and he was on fire right now. His words proved it.
She looked up at him, Red, the being that had been created only moments before herself. She cocked her head and said, "Because you made yourself a monster in the eyes of humans. You are the Kraken. The sea monster. A force that kills without..." But her sentence got stuck in her throat as Red grabbed her. For a moment she thought he might hurt her, but then she heard the sound of the sea. The force of the swell that hit the boat caused both of them to lose their footing and go crashing down to the desk of the boat.
The weight of him landing on her caused her to wrap around him, almost protectively. Her arms wrapped around his broad back and her legs around the backs of his. Her face tucked into his shoulder and she braced herself for something else to hit them. After a minute or so, when nothing else happened, she lifted her head and looked into his eyes. She moved her hand up his back, over his shoulder, and to his cheek. In a tender voice she said, "You're hurting." Neriah had known Red since literally the beginning of time. She let her attention turn from his eyes to his body. She felt his arousal and changed the expression on her face from concern to sensual. "I remember the last time you hurt like this. You turned away from God. I don't want something worse happening this time." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in. "Don't go into the darkness."
She looked up at him, Red, the being that had been created only moments before herself. She cocked her head and said, "Because you made yourself a monster in the eyes of humans. You are the Kraken. The sea monster. A force that kills without..." But her sentence got stuck in her throat as Red grabbed her. For a moment she thought he might hurt her, but then she heard the sound of the sea. The force of the swell that hit the boat caused both of them to lose their footing and go crashing down to the desk of the boat.
The weight of him landing on her caused her to wrap around him, almost protectively. Her arms wrapped around his broad back and her legs around the backs of his. Her face tucked into his shoulder and she braced herself for something else to hit them. After a minute or so, when nothing else happened, she lifted her head and looked into his eyes. She moved her hand up his back, over his shoulder, and to his cheek. In a tender voice she said, "You're hurting." Neriah had known Red since literally the beginning of time. She let her attention turn from his eyes to his body. She felt his arousal and changed the expression on her face from concern to sensual. "I remember the last time you hurt like this. You turned away from God. I don't want something worse happening this time." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in. "Don't go into the darkness."
Before grabbing her, Red had heard her words. She wasn’t entirely right, but she wasn’t entirely wrong either. Once Chaos had entered his heart, he perpetuated the idea he was a monster, but it was because he felt monstrous. That’s why he wanted the fight. It was the fight he was prepared for as they landed on the deck. It was the fight that he was anticipating when the waves settled behind him. As the rain continued to crash down, it was the fight he wanted. But then she did something he was not prepared for . He was not prepared for the way she took him completely off guard by wrapping herself around him. He was not prepared to feel her embrace him like that.
As she spoke, the Chaos in him started to fight against that light, but with her arms and legs wrapped around him, all it did was make him grind against her. He couldn’t help but feel the friction course through his body, hardening him against her, nor could he stop as he looked down and saw the look in her eyes change. Did she…care? No, she couldn’t. He blinked in near-confusion at her words, at her light as she held him. His heart beat with the thunder, and his wild eyes stared into hers as he listened to her plead with him, even as Chaos screamed this was lies.
In the fight between darkness and light, Red found himself caged, as he often was. He was breathing hard as his brain fought against his rage, but he couldn’t fight against the light. He never had been able too, which was one of the reasons he avoided it so much. He would hide from it in his own darkness. He rejected it when it was away from him, but he could feel the hope in her tone, and it shocked him into stilling against her. He lifted his head from where she had pulled him in to look at her. His hand moved from its place on the deck, and over her face. His eyes searched her face, her eyes, unsure of what he would do. He needed an anchor to keep him grounded because his body felt like he was on fire, his beast was snarling against the light, and he struggled to stay in a conscious mindset that went beyond the destruction of the earth. “Then help me.” He pleaded quietly, before his hand slipped to the back of her neck, yanked her head up and he kissed her hard and with such brutal demand that true intention couldn’t be fully realized.
As she spoke, the Chaos in him started to fight against that light, but with her arms and legs wrapped around him, all it did was make him grind against her. He couldn’t help but feel the friction course through his body, hardening him against her, nor could he stop as he looked down and saw the look in her eyes change. Did she…care? No, she couldn’t. He blinked in near-confusion at her words, at her light as she held him. His heart beat with the thunder, and his wild eyes stared into hers as he listened to her plead with him, even as Chaos screamed this was lies.
In the fight between darkness and light, Red found himself caged, as he often was. He was breathing hard as his brain fought against his rage, but he couldn’t fight against the light. He never had been able too, which was one of the reasons he avoided it so much. He would hide from it in his own darkness. He rejected it when it was away from him, but he could feel the hope in her tone, and it shocked him into stilling against her. He lifted his head from where she had pulled him in to look at her. His hand moved from its place on the deck, and over her face. His eyes searched her face, her eyes, unsure of what he would do. He needed an anchor to keep him grounded because his body felt like he was on fire, his beast was snarling against the light, and he struggled to stay in a conscious mindset that went beyond the destruction of the earth. “Then help me.” He pleaded quietly, before his hand slipped to the back of her neck, yanked her head up and he kissed her hard and with such brutal demand that true intention couldn’t be fully realized.
She had meant to offer him comfort in a time of need. She wanted to see if he could come back from the darkness with compassion in a time of personal strife. He seemed to interpret her compassion as an invitation for sex. She was on the verge of shoving him off her when she felt the grind of his pelvis against her. She didn't mean to - it was instinctual more than anything - but she moaned as he did it.
She had been thinking about, needing, and looking for sex ever since she had left this asshole's office. He had pissed her off to no end by disregarding her complaint about the vandalism on her boat. What a twist of fate that the very man who set her path to sex in motion might just be the one to satisfy that need.
His words gave her hope. She was about to ask him to pray with her, but her head was yanked up and her lips collided with his. There was no passion in him. This wasn't love. It was desperation, if anything. He needed something tangible to get him through whatever broke inside him. She placed both her hands on either side of his head and pulled him back from her, ending the kiss. "Is this really the help you need?"
She had been thinking about, needing, and looking for sex ever since she had left this asshole's office. He had pissed her off to no end by disregarding her complaint about the vandalism on her boat. What a twist of fate that the very man who set her path to sex in motion might just be the one to satisfy that need.
His words gave her hope. She was about to ask him to pray with her, but her head was yanked up and her lips collided with his. There was no passion in him. This wasn't love. It was desperation, if anything. He needed something tangible to get him through whatever broke inside him. She placed both her hands on either side of his head and pulled him back from her, ending the kiss. "Is this really the help you need?"
Had he meant to? No. Had he given it any real thought before he did it? Also no. He did it because he felt lost, like a ship left to the depths of the sea. It was an ironic feeling, considering, but he felt like he was floating in a very dangerous place with no real end in sight. Even as an immortal being, he wasn’t convinced he would make it through the night with the way his chest heaved and raged. He held onto her because he needed something to help keep him somewhere on the earth.
His mind, chaotic and needy, did hear her ask him a question. But at the exact same time, he didn’t fully hear it. He wasn’t in a place where thought was very coherent, they were too meddled, too jumbled and all he wanted was something to hold him here, and he honestly didn’t care who or what it was. That was the effect of the light she offered, a light he hadn’t felt touch him in thousands of years. Physically, he could feel her underneath him, and the warmth of her body moving against him, and that was a feeling that he could focus on. The hand not on her neck moved over her side, over her bare side, as his hips moved once against the heat he felt.
He did pause for a moment then as he looked down at her. His eyes looked around her face as he tried to rationalize, fight, move, something. He knew he shouldn’t, he even told himself he shouldn’t, but anyone had ever wanted him to be at his breaking point finally got their wish. He was utterly blinded by what happened to him, by the ache, the crushing pain, by the fucking visions in his head that wouldn’t stop. He was blinded by guilt, and driven by an emotion so deep it didn’t have a name. He was truly a storm in and of himself.
Instead of answering, because he wasn’t sure what would come from his mouth, Red’s hand gripped her hip as he pressed into her, grinding against her in a whole other way. He groaned gently as he felt himself twitch, his head lowering to hers. He nodded once before he brought his mouth down to hers once again, taking her mouth just as hard, and just as demandingly.
His mind, chaotic and needy, did hear her ask him a question. But at the exact same time, he didn’t fully hear it. He wasn’t in a place where thought was very coherent, they were too meddled, too jumbled and all he wanted was something to hold him here, and he honestly didn’t care who or what it was. That was the effect of the light she offered, a light he hadn’t felt touch him in thousands of years. Physically, he could feel her underneath him, and the warmth of her body moving against him, and that was a feeling that he could focus on. The hand not on her neck moved over her side, over her bare side, as his hips moved once against the heat he felt.
He did pause for a moment then as he looked down at her. His eyes looked around her face as he tried to rationalize, fight, move, something. He knew he shouldn’t, he even told himself he shouldn’t, but anyone had ever wanted him to be at his breaking point finally got their wish. He was utterly blinded by what happened to him, by the ache, the crushing pain, by the fucking visions in his head that wouldn’t stop. He was blinded by guilt, and driven by an emotion so deep it didn’t have a name. He was truly a storm in and of himself.
Instead of answering, because he wasn’t sure what would come from his mouth, Red’s hand gripped her hip as he pressed into her, grinding against her in a whole other way. He groaned gently as he felt himself twitch, his head lowering to hers. He nodded once before he brought his mouth down to hers once again, taking her mouth just as hard, and just as demandingly.
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