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LASH, son of the Oa, was reborn on a scream that ripped out of his throat

In confused madness, he returned to the world as he had co and bloodied, only this tirown male, not an infant

His quick moony, his veins filled with acid, every inch of hi from the inside out He put his hands on his stomach, jacked over to the side, and threw up black bile onto a ooden floor Too consu, he didn&039;t bother to wonder where he was or what had happened or why he was voiding stuff that looked like old crankcase oil

In theheaves and a blind panic he couldn&039;t control, a savior reached out to him A hand sain, the war heart and calmed his head and eased his stoain

In the ure came into focus Its face was ethereal, a vision of male beauty in the bloom of its early twenties, but the e horrible

The Oa

This was the Evil his religion and folklore and training had described

Lash started to screaently touched his arht I am home

His head flickered in hysteria at the conviction He was not home He was Sure as hell he&039;d never seen this decrepit room before

Where the fuck was he?

"Be of ease," the Oa murmured "It shall all come back to you"

And it did, in a rush He saw the locker roo center and John, that frickin&039; pansy, getting all freaked out when his dirty little secret was exposed Then it was the two of the it out until Qhuinn Qhuinn had sliced his throat open

Holy shit he could even feel hi down onto the floor in the shower, the tiles a hard, wet landing pad He relived the cold shock and reasp as a suffocating, choking squeeze overtook his chest his blood he&039;d been drowning in his own blood but then he&039;d been stitched up and sent to the clinic, where

Shit, he&039;d died, hadn&039;t he The doctor had brought him back, but he had definitely died

"Which was how I found you," the Oa murmured "Your death was the beacon"

But ould the Evil want hia said in a reverent, distorted voice

Son? Son?

Lash shook his head slowly "No no"

"Look into my eyes"

When the connection was es flipped in a picture book The story that unfolded e and breathe easier He was the son of the Evil Born of a vaainst her will in this very faro After his birth he had been left at a gathering site for vampires, found by them, and taken to Havers&039;s clinic where he was later adopted by his fae that even he didn&039;t know about

And now, having reached his maturity, he had returned to his sire

Horappled with the is protruded into his a smiled and looked over his shoulder A lesser the size of a fourteen-year-old stood in the far corner of the shitty room, his ratlike eyes trained on Lash, his small body tense as a coiled snake

"And now for the service you shall provide," the Oa said to the slayer

The Evil extended his shadowy hand and beckoned the guy forward

The lesser didn&039;t so s were paralyzed and his body were being lifted and carried upright over the floor Pale eyes popped wide and rolled with panic, but Lash had other things on hispresented to hiht the sweet scent of the lesser, he sat up, baring his fangs

"You shall feed a said to the slayer

Lash didn&039;t wait for consent He reached up, grabbed that little fucker around the back of the neck, and dragged the guy to his tingling canines He bit hard and sucked deep, the blood sweet as treacle and just as thick

It didn&039;t taste like anything he was used to, but it filled his belly and gave hith, and that was the point

As he nursed, the Oh, softly at first, then louder, until the house shook frolee

Phury tapped his blunt on the lip of his ashtray and looked at what he&039;d done with his quill The draas shocking, and not just because of the subjectwas also one of the best he&039;d ever put on a piece of paper

The fe back on a bed of satin, with pillows puffed up behind her shoulders and neck One ar hair The other was down at her side, the hand resting at the juncture of her thighs Her breasts were taut, her little nipples peaked for a s Both were open, one knee bent up, her foot arched, her toes curled tight, as if she were anticipating soht out of the page, looking right at him

What he&039;d done was no willy-nilly sketch, either The draas fully rendered, painstakingly crosshatched, perfectly shaded to show the female&039;s allure The result was sex personified in three dis a male would want in a sensual partner

As he took another drag, he tried to tell himself that she wasn&039;t Cormia

No, this wasn&039;t Cormia this was no one feone with all his celibacy This was the feminine ideal he wished he had been with for his first time This was the fe fro and dehty at others

She was not real

And she was not Cored the hard cock in his pajama bottoms, and stabbed out the blunt

He was so full of shit Full Of Shit This absolutely was Corlanced at the Priht of his talk with the Directrix, and cursed again Great Now that Cormia wasn&039;t his First Mate, he&039;d decided that he wanted her Just his luck

"Christ"

He leaned over to the bedside table, twisted up another fattie, and lit the fucker With the hand-rolled between his lips, he started to draw the ivy, beginning at her lovely, curled toes As he added leaf after leaf and obscured the drawing, he felt as if it were his hands going up her sh breasts

He was so distracted by caressing her in hissensation that usually ca with the ivy didn&039;t flare up until he got to her face

He paused This truly was Cor of Bella had been the other night Cormia&039;s features were all there, out in plain view, from the tilt of her eyes to the plump of her lower lip to the lushness of her hair

And she was looking at hi him

Oh, God

He quickly drew the ivy up around her face and then stared at the way he&039;d ruined her The shit covered her co her without putting her under the ground

In a flash, he recalled the garden at his parents&039; house as he had seen it that last tione back to bury theht with perfect clarity Especially how the rerave he had dug was off to the side, the hole in the earth a raound in the thick ivy of the garden He&039;d put both his parents in it, but there had been only one body to bury He&039;d had to burn his mother&039;s remains When he&039;d found her, she had decomposed in her bed to such an extent that he wasn&039;t able to carry her out of the basement He&039;d set as left of her on fire dohere she&039;d lain, and had spoken sacred words until the set out

While the fire raged within her stone roorave After the blaze had devoured what it could reach in the basement, Phury had swept up the ashes that were left and placed thee bronze urn There had been a lot of the with her

The urn went next to his father&039;s head, and then he had shoveled loose dirt on the top of them

He&039;d burned the whole house down after that Burned it flat to the ground It was cursed, the whole place, and he was sure that even the fierce teh to cleanse the infection of bad luck

As he&039;d left, his last thought had been that it wouldn&039;t be long before the ivy covered up the foundation