Lusting over Fire

[WillxPhobos]

Well.....I decided to submit this! I have an OC named Edana Johnson, and her power will be revealed in this chapter!

WARNING: This chapter has somewhat offensive language! And its A PhobosxOC pairing that as it continues, I will not be able to post future chapters (it's rated M), but I will letcha read the first and second! PM me for the link for the rest!

Here we go!!!

Lusting over Fire

Chapter 1

The black void wrapped around the 17 year old girl like an icy blanket. Shivering violently, she closed her body onto itself to try to protect herself from the frigid air, but it didn’t help at all.

Though it was seemingly empty, the blackened area felt like it was filled with the presence of…something. But yet, she felt alone, and cold; just like in the real world. Suddenly, like a bell being tolled, voices by the thousands rang out.

“Edana…”

Hearing her name being called, Edana looked around in astonishment, her candy apple red hair moving with her. She shivered once more as the cold pierced her like knives. She thought she was alone, but yet the place felt crowded; like she was surrounded. She listened for the voices once again; maybe they were trying to tell her something.

“Seek it…”They called out.

Now she felt confusion trounce over her curious state. What should she be seeking? She fought viciously to speak, but it felt like her voice was clawing its way out of her throat. Her voice powerless, all she could do was look around. Luckily, the voices weren’t through relaying their message.

“Seek…our warmth.” They called ominously.

Edana almost had her voice freed from its internal prison, but before she could even let out an insignificant squeak, a small spark from an unknown source ignited into a deadly inferno. Edana gasped out in shock, even though the fire was warm, and comforting, but the sudden ignition stunned her.

“Seek our fire….” They commanded.

The fire circled around her, closing in upon her quickly. But this fire felt like it was a part of her, like a familiar friend. She didn’t resist, but instead watched in wonder as thousands of birds flew around her. These birds were peacock sized with scarlet plumage hinted with gold towards the tips of the feathers, and the tail feathers resembled fiery wisps, like those upon a bird of paradise.

The fire finally closed in like a fiery cloak, consuming her. Yet Edana felt nothing except the sheer warmth, and power filled her body, mind and soul. Primal joy and rapture filled her, and Edana threw her head back as a primal scream of bestial, unbridled power ripped through her throat. The voices spoke again, saying with caution,

“You who have inherited our fire heed our warning…”

The fire started waning away, and Edana felt deprived, for the cold slowly wormed its way back in. But the voices’ words struck her. Stunned, she demanded,

“What warning?!”

“The black wind approaches and is heading towards you…” they warned before vanishing.

Upon the voices’ departure, Edana felt like she was falling. Her clothes partially consumed by the previous fire, Edana screamed as she fell into the shadowy realm once again. She landed with a soft noise upon something hard, but as she gathered her thoughts, she shivered violently. With the fire gone, she was cold once again, but she could feel this cold in her very soul.

She exhaled, stunned to see her breath in the form of curled mist. It was frigid; being partially exposed wasn’t helping either. She was really starting to miss the fire. And this time, she felt alone, and helpless.

“Last one…” a new voice said in a soft whisper.

The voice echoed, ebbing away into the void. Edana alerted upon it, but something about it felt dangerous. Not sure what it said, she asked out between violent shivering,

“What?”

“You are the last one…” it said softly.

Edana felt nervous inside; this new voice was male, but it was cold. It also sounded like he was debating what to do. She was about to ask what he meant, when he spoke again, the cold in his voice more pronounced,

“You are the last one, and you will be mine…”

“Last what?!?!?!” Edana demanded in confusion.

The whole situation felt wrong; not being able to see him made the feeling strengthen. Nerves crept into her thoughts, and alerted panic shone like ice in her blue diamond colored eyes. The cold became unbearable, and Edana swore that blood had become ice in her own veins. The frozen feeling intensified as he said with a tone that cut her seemingly through her soul,

“Phoenix…”

Edana felt a dread replace the confusion; a dread she never felt in her life. It felt constricting, and it caused a slight muscle spasm in her form. Why did his utterance of that single word cause this? As she winced from the anxiety induced pain, his voice spoke again. He said very clearly, his voice no longer a whisper,

“Your fire is power and I want it.” He added as Edana panicked, “I want to make it mine; I want you to be mine…”

Before Edana could reply, a dark shard impaled her. She cried out in shock; it was cold and completely unexpected. More followed its place, hitting her fast and aggressively all over her form; lacerating with the acute precision of a surgeon’s knife. Edana desperately fought off the urge to scream, and all she could do was whisper out,

“Stop…please…”

“Why?” he inquired.

Like a whip, another round of the shards hit her body hard after whistling in the air. A couple of them landed their mark across her knees, and Edana felt the lacerations bleed out in acute pain. It took everything Edana had not to scream and collapse, but the ground looked so much more pleasurable than standing in the pain she was in. Cringing, she whispered,

“It…” after taking a sharp breath, she added, “It hurts…”

Silence briefly echoed with a sweetness Edana almost welcomed. She rejoiced briefly, for he inquired with a tone of sorts she couldn’t make out,

“Will you become mine?”

“I don’t know who the heck you are!!!!!” Edana yelled out in frustration.

That apparently touched a nerve, for the familiar whistle of a shard sounded, and she screamed as it cut through skin and muscle, piercing seemingly bone. Edana panted as she struggled to regain herself from the acute pain that was flooding her senses. The shard’s coldness vanished, but the blood still poured out of the wound like thick, red water. He said with a clearly intrigued tone,

“It’s amazing how you resist your wants of collapsing…It’s also quite impressive. I’ve never seen such strength.” As if satisfied, he added with a pleased purr, “It’s no wonder I’ve been drawn to you…”

Edana was just going to demand what he meant, but even her words were weakened. All she wanted to do, was curl up, and will the pain away. But her pride demanded that she remained standing. So, she indulged it. But just when she thought this whole ordeal was over, a hand gripped her by her hair, tugging her head back with violent force. Edana weakly cried out, but her body was so cut up, she could do nothing. Though she couldn’t see her assailant, she heard him command within her ear,

“Become mine...”

She weakly tried struggling, showing her answer. And much to her terror, a final shard sounded in the air. Edana could only picture in her frightened thoughts the obsidian colored shard; so dark and glossy, yet sharper and more lethal than some blades, and it was heading for her throat.

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Edana bolted upright with a shrill scream. She cringed and cried out as agonizing pain flooded her. Looking down at her body, her blue eyes widened at the lacerations upon her. Her bed linens, being purple, bore dark stains from her own blood, and the air reeked with the salty, almost metallic smell. She looked at her wrists, and felt her throat, thanking God neither was wounded. She tried moving her legs, relieved when both disdainfully moved.

But the cuts upon the back of her knees and in her shoulder refused to be ignored, and soon they too began their painful protest. Edana growled, and then groaned in pain. Today was a school day; why couldn’t the dream wait another night???

Realizing that she had no choice, she got up. But she had to wonder why her parents didn’t wake up to her scream. She hobbled to the window, and looked out into the driveway, only to see that both their cars were nowhere to be found.

She sighed with some relief, and then it grew as she looked at her clock; 3:30 AM. She could get ready for another hellacious day at school and change her bed sheets. Her parents would never know.

Grabbing her towel, Edana headed for the bathroom. She took care to clean up any blood that hit the rug, and in the end, she left no trail. She closed the bathroom door, and made sure the curtains and blinds were closed. Satisfied, she stripped out of her clothes, taking care not to brutally hit the lacerations.

She pulled the curtain aside, and turned the water on close to maximum heat. She slipped inside, slightly yelping at how the water stung in the cuts. She breathed heavily, concentrating on ignoring the pain. Eventually, it subsided, and Edana began to get clean.

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Thirty minutes passed, and the tranquil silence of the house was disrupted.

“GOD, THAT HURTS!!!” Edana yelled.

She winced and cried out again as she applied the antibiotic cream upon her entire body (except her face, hands and feet), and began wrapping her arms, legs, and stomach in a wrap bandage. By the time she was done, only her wrists, hands, ankles and feet were visible. She cleaned up the mess in the bathroom, wrapped the towel around herself, and walked to her room.

She grabbed her clothes from her bureau once she was inside her room, but she was very deep in thought. Usually, her dreams were never this powerful. She never suffered real wounds, before. She slipped on her black, lace thong, and her matching bra, taking care not to stress the wounds. She put on her black and red, chained, and hip tight Bondage jeans with her barbed wire belt, and put on her red socks.

She grabbed her Victorian corset, but when her wounds seemingly taunted her with the idea of the pain, she placed it back, and went with a baggy Alice Cooper band T shirt. She looked in her mirror, smiling with delight at how she looked. She placed on her spiked collar choker, and her lace, torn fingerless gloves. She grabbed her studded combat boots, placed them on, and gingerly laced them up.

She decided that today wasn’t such a hot idea for a coat, so she left herself alone. She grabbed her backpack, and her MP3 player. She turned it on, happy to see The Beautiful People pop up. She smiled; Marilyn Manson made the day somewhat better.

But as she slipped her headphones on, she winced as the pain returned. She growled under her breath, but as she walked out the door, she had to wonder yet again about that dream. All she could ask herself was this.

Who was that man? And what did he mean?