I felt the power stir as another power tried to force its way in. Fighting me for him. But I was stronger, and she knew it.
I took that same blade and cut my arm, allowing my blood to drip onto his wound, mixing with his and linking him to me.
Blood of my blood
Soul eternal,
I call to the endless night,
I call to the powers that be,
Bind his soul to me.
Dean's eyes shot open,and he inhaled a sharp breath as I breathed life into him once more. But that power was tainted in darkness and when his eyes looked back at me, they were different. Light hazel eyes were no longer there, and in them swirled a pool of black ink.
He smiled at me, and I grew fascinated with him. I loved his darkness and the control he had over me. Whatever had come through was not Dean. But whatever it was, it's obsession with its Mistress knew no bounds. The demon knew what it was doing. She was trying to control me, seduce me, but I went willingly.
I didn't fight his need, but I did train my dog to be loyal. And every once in a while, after the rage subsided, when he was weak and had exhausted himself of my body, I'd catch a glimpse of Dean's soul coming through, and his possessive love was all encompassing.
I fought for him with the Ringmaster, and in the end, I kept him.
Because after all, I couldn't let an artist's talent go to waste.
Chapter5
Lazarus
Inarrowed my eyes on Dean as Imogen searched through his things. It was obvious he and I did not get along. Not only that, but he also knew that I was not like him. I had been immortal when I passed, and Imogen had brought back my immortality. She'd made me powerful enough to break the chains, yet my soul wanted them bound to her.
What a sick twisted way to be trapped.
"I know you took it, Dean."
"I have no idea what you are talking about, my Mistress."
She turned to him; fire burned brightly in her eyes.
"The blade, Dean. Where is the blade?"
"I have not seen it."
The air stirred, power shot through us like sharp electrical shocks that raised the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck.
"Lies will not get you anywhere with me."
Her words were a hissed whisper as she raised a finger at him. A simple jerk of it had him down on his knees.
His eyes turned black and the energy in the room turned dark quickly. "I have no reason to lie."
"Oh, but you do, don't you, my pet?"
Imogen walked to him, placing a hand on his head as she circled around him. She gripped his hair and tugged his head back, so he was looking up at her as she bent over him.
"Because you want another taste of blood, don't you puppy." She slid her finger across his throat, and he jerked.
His body went taught; his abs rippled as he tried to move his arms but couldn't. They were seared to his thighs, held in place by her power.
My eyes traveled down his body, and I smirked, knowing he was hard as a rock.