Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Silver Flash!: "The Death of a Dog, Pt. 6"

Welcome back to another Wednesday of flashing! I hope you enjoy part 6!

The pain in Amber's leg was manageable. But she couldn't walk all the way to where she knew she'd find Raven--in the woods, by the lake. Where their home together once had been. She shook her head as she approached the exit of the building. It was as if she had two sets of memories. How was she supposed to handle this?

She still held the jacket in her hand. To return it or to keep as a momento, she wasn't sure. Her feet led her to the college's cafe. She would have a coffee and think things through. Jasmine might be there for a quick pick-me-up after whatever walk of shame she'd doubtless performed that morning. But when Amber stepped into the seating area, she didn't find Jasmine. She found Raven, sitting in the same seat as the previous day.

The other students gave him a barely-noticeable berth, subconciously curious and a bit afraid of the supernatural being. A black t-shirt and jeans graced his hard body. His dark eyes were locked on her. He had the look of a king on his throne, inspiring awe and a strange longing within her. But he wasn't a king. He was just hers--her king. The thought sent a rush through her veins, the same intense emotion she'd experienced in her dream, when they...Her cheeks grew hot, and she broke eye contact. Soon, she felt Raven near her. His hand touched her arm, his breath tickled her neck as he spoke quietly to her.

"You can't just pretend I'm not here."

She raised her eyes to his again. Her feelings were muddled. She didn't know what she was supposed to say. Raven kissed her cheek, and just that tender gesture set fire to her veins.

"Let's go for a ride," he suggested softly, taking the jacket gently from her hands and guiding her back through the double doors to his parked motorcycle. Amber climbed on behind him and held on tightly, both for safety and to feel him. She pressed her body against his, laid her cheek between his shoulder blades as her hair blew in the wind. He was tense. He didn't know how much she knew, but he had to know that something had changed.

They stopped on the paved path in the woods, and he dragged the vehicle off to the side, out of the way of anyone else who might come by, although the reserve appeared to be deserted. Then Raven folded his arms leaned his back against a tree, and watched her, waiting for her to make the first move.

Amber looked at him for a few long moments, examining him, soaking in the changes that he had gone through in the last hundred years or however long it had really been; the thick black mohawk and the proud posture of the warrior were gone. Her eyes lingered on the scar that marred his hand and on the ones she couldn't see. Raven shifted uncomfortably, and Amber's brown eyes met his.

"I had a dream," she admitted quietly. "I think they were memories. Of us."

For the first time since she met Raven, a small smile touched his lips. More easily now, he reached a hand out and touched her arm, caressed the skin with his thumb.

"I hoped it was you," he replied softly.

Raven pulled Amber in for a deep kiss, arousing a powerful desire that had remained dormant for the last century. It was as if she'd found a half of herself she hadn't known was missing. She knew deep down that she needed to join with him. That was the only chance she had to calm to tumult of emotion within her. But first she needed answers.

She pulled her lips away from Raven's but stayed in his arms, toying with the front of his jacket, refamiliarizing her fingertips with the feel of his torso through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. Raven groaned softly, sending carnal urges ripping through Amber's body. But she bit down on her lip. She needed to focus. She needed answers. Raven pushed her tangled waves of auburn hair aside and kissed her neck tenderly, twining his fingers with hers, using the exact moves she'd remembered in her dream, remembering exactly how she liked to be touched, although she'd forgotten a long time ago.

Maybe she just needed one question answered. For now.

"Raven," she stopped him. "I just need to know what happened. What are you now? What were you then?"

Raven sighed, frustrated and clearly not wanting to discuss this as he pressed his forehead against hers.

"I made a mistake. I don't know how much you remember, but I was sent to hunt in an unfamiliar area. There was no food. The land seemed to change. Maybe I was sick, maybe it was a God playing a trick. It took me days to find the village again, and the only meat I had..." Raven stopped.

"The dog." Amber finished softly.

"The dog," he confirmed quietly. "I was desperate. I didn't have the faith in him I should have. And now...he's a part of me. With each moon, he takes over a little more of me."

"So last night..."

"The full moon. Every full moon. Unless he decides otherwise."

"You're a werewolf."

"In layman's terms."

"And he made you kill me."

Raven's body stiffened beneath her touch. His grip on her tightened.

"I tried to fight him. I promise. I tried to fight him. But his anger...He was too powerful."

"I know. I know he was."

Amber's heart clenched painfully in her chest, and she rubbed his arm soothingly. He'd been living with the guilt for all this time. It broke her heart.

"I tried to throw myself into the lake after," he admitted quietly. "But the monster wouldn't have me."

Be sure to check out the other flashers!

Pia Valeno (m/m)

Victoria Blisse (m/f)

Pender Mackie (m/m)


  1. I like the way this is going, great use of the prompt. Can't wait to see what happens between these two!

  2. I really enjoy this story. I'm looking forward to next week.

  3. I love the tragic romance between these two. And great use of the prompt.

  4. Thanks, guys! If all goes as planned, the next chapter will be steamy...;)