Chapter Six: Fulfilled Desires; A Demon Inside Me

            I could feel my eyes turn red and my head began to pound. I put my palm to one of my eyes, tightly closing them so he wouldn't see. "Get away from me." I said sternly. "Leave." He crawled into the bed and above my body. I could feel myself shaking. "D...don't touch me..." I said, trying to stay stern but finding trouble in it. I felt his hands trailing gently around my jaw line. "You'll regret it, I swear...I might regret it..."

            He chuckled a little and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry. Calm down." I could feel his hot breath all the way down my neck. He pushed himself between my legs and held my hands down by lacing our fingers together. He kissed up my neck to my ear and began to nibble, and I felt the pounding in my head again. Everything in my sight was completely red for a moment, and I was losing control. She was coming out.

            I dug my nails into the back of his hands and tried to kick him but I was weakened and at this point, powerless. He pushed his dry, rough lips against my soft ones and forced his tongue in. That was that. Everything went red and she took control... I just gave in, and I bit his tongue away.

            He yelped a little and sat up, letting go of my hands. "That was a little unexpected..." He smiled. "You like it rough?" He asked. I just began laughing, which confused him a great deal.

            I gave him a smirk. He noticed the red in my eyes. "Your eyes...how did they--"

            "It matters not. You wish to see my body?" I asked him, and his face went from surprised man to drooling mongrel. He nodded and kissed me again roughly. I didn't mind anymore - with her in control, the desire was too demanding. He began to rip my dirtied robes, revealing my bare chest to him to show him the marks. Letting up on the kiss he took a look at my body and stopped dead in his tracks. He wouldn't stop staring yet again, but this time his eyes were almost fearful, but much more in awe and intrigued.

            On my chest were four claw marks, as if a dog had scratched me there, and right underneath it, beginning at my stomach and going up, was a burn mark that slightly came into contact with the scars. The burn, looking almost identical to a flame itself, had two snakes protruding from either side of it. The two curled up and went around to my back and curled around my shoulders. On my upper arms were other little burn marks from slight sparks and things hitting me it seemed, coming from the snakes' open mouths and going down my arms until they hit the elbow. The snakes were in vibrant green color, their mouths bright pinks and slightly shiny from the saliva, and the fangs fading into a poisonous white. Their tongues were darker than the rest of the deeply detailed mouths, extending outward in a folly of anger. Their eyes were a bright red that you only see in newly fallen blood and the scales were in deep detail. It was a mark that was strange and gave anyone who looked at it a bad vibe, like it emitted a dark aura.

            "Right now, I have no recollection of how I gained my injuries, but as I sleep I remember it all as if I were in the moment right then." I explained, tilting my head and smiling. I was enjoying his fear. "My brother had the same marks upon his chest and arms as well. They're so identical it's scary, the only differences typically coming from our genders."

            This young man was suddenly very serious, his body shaking all over, and his hands clenched in fists. "Wha...What are you...?"

            I chuckled. "Always the same question..." I grabbed his neck, smiling the whole time, and pushed him to the side and down so that I was now on top of him. "Do you fear me?" I asked him with an evil chuckle and a cold hearted smile.

            He smiled back. "A little." He admitted and roughly grabbed my body, pulling it close to him as I kissed him. We finished this kiss, then I let him sit up to unravel his upper robes. He took them off to show me his chest.  This time I was surprised.  There was a large scar starting at his shoulder blades and going down to his hips.  There were plenty of scars down his arms and his back, as well as burn marks and what looked like scars from whips. He had a tribal marks on his shoulders, both completely black and both snakes curling around his shoulders. "I feel your pain, to a sense. I black out during high times of anger and rage, but during my sleep I remember each individual cut and how it was recieved...or given."

            I scowled, a little frustrated.  These scars meant something.  As I said, I could not remember exactly how I gained my marks but judging by the snakes and things, I would presume that the same person gave us these marks...just who was that... "I don't want your sympathy or pity." I finally said and I completely undressed so that he could see my entire naked body. More scars were down my hips to my knees, as if whatever scratched my chest had grabbed me by my thighs and I slipped out by falling backwards. I stood up and turned around to allow him full view of my back, in which the same burn mark from my stomach was mirrored through and the scars from my hips and legs began. "To answer your earlier question... I'm a spaun of Hades; I'm Kerberos' female child; I'm Zeus' fallen underling; I'm scum; I'm dirt; I'm a beast; I'm evil, cruel, a monster... Most commonly, I'm called a demon." I turned back around, and I looked into his eyes with my evil, snake-like red ones. He's seen the same things I had, whatever they were...  There was virtually no reason for him to fear me.

            He smiled.  "I'm yerning for this feeling, Ambrosia." He leaned in and gave me a light kiss and I looked into his eyes.  They flashed a tinge of red, then went back to their usual emerald green color again.  I suppose this means I get my way. I looked up at his lips and gave him another kiss.  I let him push me over so that he could be on top again, letting the fun begin...

Almost an hour and a half later...

            ...I took a large cloth and warpped it around my body. It was long enough but because I was so tall it started right at my chest and curved around my slender body to half way down my thighs. My scars peeked out from underneath the towel, though the snakes were hidden by my long, black hair. "Diomedes had to leave, so if you'd be so kind, I'd really appriciate it if you'd lead me to a place where I can bathe."

            He smiled back and nodded, putting on his robes so that he could stand and leave. She was too tired to control me by now, so I fixed my now ruffled hair and looked at my body where the cloth didn't cover to make sure nothing had happened, like a new scar. She didn't do anything that rash... this time.

            I bent over to get the robes off the floor that Diomedes had left for me and looked at the man in Diomedes' bed. "What signifigance do you have to Diomedes?" I asked as I took my fingers to my hair like a modern-day comb.

            He stood up near me and gave me a light kiss on the lips. "None." He smirked, "I came in here because I was getting away from the men outside. They're gruesome and annoying."

            I stopped and looked up at him physically, not just in the mirror of Diomedes' shield.  "What?  You're not supposed to be in here.  You're-"

            He smirked, "An intruder?"  He raised an eyebrow and gestured to me.  "What does that make you, then?"

            I glared, "Does this mean you, too, are a survivor of Troy?"  I was hoping not.  Nobody in Troy liked me.  If he responded yes, then what we had just done would have all been a dirty trick...his scars and marks would be fake, and he'd pay if he was kidding with me.

            He smiled back, "Maybe, maybe not. You'll learn in due time, I assure you."  He put on his robes and cape, putting on some rings that connected the ends of his cape to his hands.

            "Don't toy with me.  I don't appriciate cruel jokes," I told him.

            He was taken aback.  "You assume that I'm playing around with you?"  He bowed.  "Not at all, fair maiden.  I wouldn't want to play around with a demon, believe me."  His eyes flashed a tinge of red, and then back again just like before.

            I smiled.  I had an odd feeling about this man...that I could trust him.  Though it could have just been that his eyes were like mine when she, the part of me that truly was a demon, was out...  She was put inside me by something...somone...long before I was even given this body or life.  She came out during high times of emotion, such as lust or rage, and always did something I would have never done.  She was made up of nothing but desire, and like the opposite of my concience, she was always there as that strange voice in my head, telling me to do things that ended in a good time for her, but in regret for me.

            "I don't believe I ever got your name," I said, giving him a cute side look.

            He chuckled, "No, I don't believe you did."  He pet my head.  "I am Rayne."

            That was a strange name.  It wasn't even Greek... I'm not sure what it was, but it sure sounded nice.  "That's a very interesting name."

            He nodded.  "Thank you.  It was very great meeting you, dove.  You're very sweet."

            "Wait, wait!  You're leaving?  So soon?" I asked.  It was odd that he suddenly was bent on leaving...or maybe it wasn't?  He wasn't supposed to be here in the first place.

            "Oh don't worry," he began, "for we're sure to meet again soon."

            I tilted my head in a playful confusion. I semi understood what he meant. I was almost certain that he'd come in contact with me again, and I looked forward to it. As I stated before, I have no interest in love, so a romance between us is out of the question. If we shared similar views of simply fulfilling our desires as close allies, however, then I think I could handle him. In that sense, with him I could have the closest I'd dare to get to a romance.

            I smiled at him and looked deep into his eyes as he kissed me lightly. "You're quite interesting...I don't mind you at all." I took the robes up in my arms and held the cloth up so it wouldn't fall. The robes fell over my legs and nearly completely covered the scars, except when I walked where the swishing of the robes showed the corners. I figured that anyone who saw wouldn't care much to notice these little bits of my scars because they'd assume they were given to me as Diomedes' "mark," whatever that implied.

            The young man pushed his black hair over his strange, emerald eyes and put his robes back on, then walked me out. I could tell that the only real reason he'd wished to show me his body was the assumption that I'd fall for his tricks, like any other pathetic woman here. Either that or he was attempting to give me an offering in fear that if he didn't I steal his soul or damn him to an eternal fate within the more unpleasent places of the Underworld. I had no such power, but nobody ever believed that after they'd seen the marks I'd been given.

            He was very nervous and fidgety. I noticed his hands unclenching and reclenching into fists constantly and he kept turning around to make sure I was still following him. He walked at a faster, more serious pace, like he had a mission, unlike he did when he casually entered Diomedes' tent before. It was very different from all the men around us, as expected. Some of the men completely overlooked us, working to hard to even want to pay attention, but most of the men that we had to pass gave me looks of affection and desire, which disgusted me. I was half tempted to just take off the cloth and walk around bare, showing them my scars and marks. I knew that would get them to look away and stop with their whistles and whispers.

            After about what'd I'd guess was 15 minutes of walking, the man stopped and pointed at a man with a wooden bucket. "He can show you a clearing with a waterfall and minimal fish. The water has been coming from there for a while, but now that we're leaving there should be no problem with you bathing there. Just ask him to lead you to this place on his way to get water."

            I nodded and turned around to thank him, and thank him I nearly did, but he was gone...he had just disappeared. The place was so open, so there was no way he could have simply been hiding. It was very strange, but somehow it was almost...expected, for lack of a better word. "Parting is such sweet sorow," He said to me in a whispy, ghost like voice in the air. He said it all in said in a completely different language than the usual Greek, however, though I oddly recgonized this foreign language - though I know not how - and figured that I understood exactly what the words meant. "...'til our next meeting, fair maiden, I bid you adieu. Good bye." Thinking about it for a few moments I wanted to call it English, but I wasn't sure why. Very strange...very strange indeed.

            "Was there something you needed?" I jumped at the sudden Greek-speaking voice behind me as it brought me back to reality. I took a mere second to recover, and then turned around. It was the man who was getting the water, the one that the other young man introduced me to. "I heard ya speaking, but not what you said. Is something the matter?"

            "O..oh," I stammered a little. "Y-yes, yes. I was hoping you could take me to a place where I may bathe in peace. I would have bathed back there but...well the men are rough and rugged, and I don't feel as though Diomedes would approve of me being bare in front of them all."

            The man blushed, "Oh, you! I...I know who you be...! You're that girl he brought with him, the favor girl! Yes, yes, come right along with me young beauty. I know a good place you can bathe, right along here." He picked up a long, smooth stick with two large, empty buckets hanging on either side. He turned around and gave me a nervous smile then turned back around to look where he was going. He was a little fidgety himself, as if he was nervous about Diomedes getting on his case about doing something wrong, etc.

            We walked for a good 10 minutes more and got to this place the young man from earlier and this new man were telling me of and now bringing me to. As we were nearing it and saw it not too far ahead, the man turned and said to me, "I hope you don't mind, but I have got to get some water for the big trip Home, then I'll be on my way towards the camp and leave you to bathe. I'll stay behind, though I won't peek, if you think you'll get lost though."

            I decided to play the innocence role. I turned around with a bright smile and giggled a little. "Oh no, that's quite alright. Very sweet of you to offer, however. You be on your way - you have lots of work to do. I'll be fine; I remember here, therefore I also remember the way back."

            He smiled back and gave me a wave. "Alright then. Come back safe now." And then he was gone not long later.

            I gave a long sigh, then dropped everything to the ground beside the water. I smiled to myself and just took a moment to smell the fresh air, then put my feet to the water. It was cold, very cold, but I was used to bathing in cold water so instead of freaking out like most would, I just walked right in.

            I kicked back and relaxed, not letting my guard down, but definately feeling much more at ease. It was nice to be away from staring men and that killer, Diomedes.

            I had made up my mind about that strange Diomedes man. He had no true desire to help me at all... In fact, if it were up to him he'd have left me to run into the burning building as it collapsed upon my twin's body. He decided against it, however, because I was a woman, his enemy with respect asked him to take care of me, and Diomedes was a war-man, but not just any war-man, but a war-lord, with an honor code at that. This honor code along with the circumstances provided no other option for Diomedes except to fend for me until I could prove to him that I could fend for myself...or until I could escape. I decided I'd reap the benifeits of him catering to me, however, and I'd let the duel between us begin at a later time. Both of us were in no position to truly go after one another - he's too focused on leaving our lands and going back to his own to be named a hero, and I'm too focused on finding an alternative to going with them and becoming his [or someone he called friend's] potential slave. Therefore Diomedes is no hero, he just has the potential to be one... It's quite sad, really, that such qualities be wasted on a man of his stature. He wasn't worth the trouble.

            I looked up at the sky. Now that I'd cared to notice, I saw how dark it'd truly gotten since the water boy had brought me here. It was just past dusk when he'd walked me down to this clearing, but now that about an hour of soaking and cleaning by body had passed it was already dark enough to see the moon hovering in the sky. I smiled and stood in the middle of the water, putting my hands together and crossing my fingers, as I bowed my head with closed eyes to pray.

            "Guardian Hades..." I began, speaking to the God that had fended for me from the beginning - how I knew is too long an irrelevant of a story to go over right now - as I usually did when I prayed. "...May your greatness watch over my brother closest in this time of need. Thank you for your mercy on my soul. I will justify it by repaying you, so long as you give me the chance. Please...hear this plee in return. I wish for a chance at bringing Alexander, my twin, back. I feel as though half of me is lost, but I cannot go against his wishes and just leave this place... All I ask for is the chance to do it and I will repay you. Thank you, Guardian Hades, for hearing me."

            I had nothing else to hope for. The only thing I could do if Hades wouldn't get back to me somehow was to run away and start training for my chance at revenge.

            From here I clothed myself in the nice robes Diomedes had given me before. I put them on then began for my walk back to camp.