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[quote][b]Kat (Oct 28, 2001 12:58 a.m.):[/b] [i]... still hurts... so... much...[/i] She was still afraid at first, but it was a good fear, the type that made one remember they truly didn't want to die if they could feel such reluctance to face the demons. She was still afraid, but she trusted him; not to be gentle, but to give her pain. She wanted it. She [i]needed[/i] it, because it made her alive, it made her angry. It was who she was. Their pain set her free. He shared his hurt, and she shared hers, and after four long years, the accumulation and renewal was enough, more than enough, to make her whole again. She welcomed the bruises and the blood, and was proud of them, as proud as she had ever been since he'd taken her love and her ring. The scar on her left wrist was light against the shadow of her skin as she raised her hand, and as she tangled her fingers in the white-blonde spikes she'd always known, she knew that mark was a reminder that he could never leave. She would wear it for him as surely as she'd ever worn the slash upon her face for Jax, and she would never forget the fierce love that had forced from her need for death that nothing she had lived through before had been able to bring forth. "I love you, Kitten," he whispered roughly as their consumation of pain was complete, and when he kissed her tears away she could not find the words to respond. There was simply too much to say, too much to think, and she let him hold her as her lips quirked at the corners. It was not the cold predator smile she'd worn as Wick's ally, it was not the mocking smirk or teasing grin she'd feigned countless times before, but as she had the day that she'd stood over Jax's grave, Kat smiled. It was happy. It was content. It was murderous. [i]You, Wick. My own sister. You dared to try to steal this from me, and I forgave you, because until this moment I did not realize how great a loss I had suffered. You put me on the altar as a sacrifice, and watched me bleed to satisfy your vengeance. I have done worse. I am no better. It still will not save you, and you will kiss my blade instead someday.[/i] Kat shifted in Mode's embrace until she could meet his gaze; the gold in her serpentine eyes flaring to meet the tempestuous stormcloud grey of his own. There was anguish in her eyes, and hate, rage and love two emotions too similar to be separated, and she did not draw blood from him this time with her touch. She pulled away to kiss him gently on the chest, eight kisses that fell exactly where she remembered each dart piercing his skin, and then fitted herself against his side. It started as a sigh, and then deep breathes, and soon she began to purr raggedly, more to comfort herself than him as her hand touched the dagger forgotten in the folds of her blanket. [i]I am guilty of far too many murders, but I will have the blood of one more on my hands before I can love you in peace, my Mode. Wick already knows what she has done. The Creche twins, if they survived, have paid their price. But whoever shot you before my own eyes will suffer long before they die. They will see the most precious thing they own fall at their feet. They will understand what it feels like to have no emotion but fear. And they will want death as much as I wanted it, for as long as I was forced to live alone, before I give it to them.[/i] "I know, Mode." Her voice was quiet, but precise. "I love you too. I missed you." [i]You promised. I swore. You will never leave me.[/i] Her fingers wrapped around the hilt of her dagger, and she placed it on the bare skin of his chest. She reached down for his own hand, brought it up to rest on the blade, and laid her hand over his. It was a reminder to him, that despite their love she had not changed, but it was also a gift, this trust she gave him as they held the cold steel together and she nuzzled her face into his shoulder. She kissed him, and snuggled closer, and then watched him with a strange possessive intent in her gaze as she whispered. "How... how did you live?"[/quote]
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