The Brutality Of Fate [A Tale Of Life In Mordhaus]

Chapter 9


I was jolted awake from a surprisingly vivid dream about a tall, well muscled young man that looked a lot like Nathan. But, he had some of my features too, which were enhanced further with nightmarish corpse paint. He was standing on a stage, microphone in hand. He cast an intimidating, almost frightening appearance. His face was twisted in a nightmarish snarl of hatred with piercing green eyes, framed by a flowing tangle of long black hair that reached almost to the back of his heavily muscular thighs. He was singing with a powerful, lethal voice and his black tipped nails jutted out at least 2 inches, making wicked talon like claws. He seemed to be calling down hellfire and chaos, by the force of his evil death growls alone. The bodies of the dead and dying, were scattered everywhere. The rest of the band was cast in shadows, caused by massive flames and pyrotechnics flaring everywhere. Lightning flashed in the sky, the darkened clouds seemed to gather thickly around the young man. Powerful death metal surged from the deadly looking quintet, seemingly set upon bringing on an Armageddon of metal on a massive scale.


I sat up lightning fast, gasping for breath, my heart racing. What the hell was that about?? I thought, anxiously. I shook my head hard and listened carefully, I thought I had heard someone at the door. I laid back down quickly, my mind still racing with that dream. I was half Native American, and my ancestors were known for their prophetic dreams. But, I drove that thought out of my mind as quickly as possible, especially since I heard the door open.


I heard the sound of Nathan's growling and immediately relaxed. Nathan came up to me and kissed me gently on the forehead, "Hey...we...need to get back to our damn...room...fuckin...got shit to....do...yeah.." I sat up wearily, my mind still stuck on that dream. I was debating on whether or not to tell Nathan about it. I shook my head slightly and sighed quietly. Nathan caught it though and growled sharply at me, "Damnit...what the fuck....are you....alright...?" He sat down next to me and gathered me into his lap. He cast a stern glare at Ofdensen, who shut the door and walked to the other side of the room. Nathan tipped my head up to face him, a worried look on his face, "Answer me...girl....you look...fuckin....freaked the hell out...?" I gulped and murmured softly, "I...had a....very...weird dream...my lord...and it kinda...freaked me out..." Nathan tipped his head to the side, looking morbidly curious. "Yeah? Uh...what was it...about?"


I tried to look away from him, but he caught me by the chin. I gulped again, "There...was this...young man..singing on a stage....he looked...a lot like you...my lord...but he also...looked like me too...he was...soo tall and muscular, wearing very intricate...corpse paint...and he was singing...in death metal vocals, he looked soo...intimidating...soo evil, with hair...longer than even yours...he looked like he had claws...long black nails...at least 2 inches long...I couldn't see the rest of the band through the shadows...but there was chaos everywhere...fires raging...pyrotechnics...lighting flashing...bodies everywhere...it looked....like Armageddon...my lord...it was soo...metal..." I finished lamely, shuddering slightly. Not that it didn't sound cool, but it was just too fucking vivid for me to contemplate. I hung my head, sure that I was about to be labeled as insane.


Nathan tipped my head back up, eyes glowing and a sadistic smile upon his face. He growled low, "Heh...that sounds pretty fucking....cool....I like the sound of...that...heh...fuckin brutal as hell..." He turned to cast Ofdensen his wide, sadistic smile who returned with a look of surprised horror on his face, as if Nathan knew something. It kinda made me wonder why this didn't seem to be bothering him. In fact, it was actually making him glow with pride almost. It was almost like he was expecting that to actually happen. I shook my head slightly, thinking hard. No, he would never think that, I reasoned finally. I shoved any further thoughts of that out of my mind and yawned deeply. Nathan gently stood up with me in his arms and then gently set me back on my feet, still smiling sadistically. He was chuckling darkly as he wrapped a large arm over my shoulders and steered me out of the room, heading back down the empty hallways back to our own room.


We entered back in Nathan's room. I was mentally and emotionally exhausted. It had been a long, brutal day. I turned to look at Nathan, murmuring softly, "My..lord?" He turned back to me, gathering me into his warm embrace. "Yeah?" He growled lowly. I gulped, still seeing that young man in my mind's eye. "May I....take a shower, my lord...? I am...very tired..." I yawned again deeply. He gently kissed the top of my head, "Heh...ya...you may....here...uh...let me fuckin...find somethin...for ya to wear...sit down...and don't fuckin move." He steered me towards his bed and I sat down, watching him walk to his closet to rummage around.


I tried to sort out my tangled thoughts as much as possible, the dream's image was impossible to erase though. I was roused from my thoughts abruptly by something landing in my lap. I looked down to see a pair of black flannel pajama bottoms, along with a overlarge faded gray t-shirt. Nathan grumbled softly to me, "We need to like....fuckin...go get ya some fuckin...clothes...maybe tomorrow...after the fuckin...uhh....orientation thingy...still need to go....fuckin to the....uhh...hospital wing again too...goddamnit." I got up, holding my bundle of clothes. I nodded, murmuring softly, "That...would be nice, my lord..to have some...new clothes...I'll uh...be out in awhile...if that is...okay...my lord?" Nathan nodded, laying back in his bed with a book. "Go on then..." He rumbled.


I entered the bathroom and softly closed the door. I sighed deeply and attempted to get undressed, setting my pajamas on the counter. I stared at the bandages around my ribs, I had forgotten about those. I pondered upon taking them off, decided not to. Instead, I just walked to the tub and proceeded to turn on the shower. As I waited for the water to heat up, I stared at myself in the mirror. My dark brown eyes were ringed in shadows, I looked positively drained. My long black hair framed my face in tangled, gnarled waves. I must've been thrashing around in my sleep, I figured. I shook my head clear of the dream once again, and entered the shower. I immediately relaxed under the spray of extremely hot water. I started to wash, pausing once because I thought I heard knocking. I shrugged it off as tiredness and closed my eyes to rinse the shampoo out of my hair. When I opened my eyes again, I nearly fell down. Nathan was standing right there in the shower in front of me, completely and totally naked. I blinked in shock, wondering if I was hallucinating.


I knew I wasn't though, because I felt him gather me into his embrace. I shakily raised my head to look at him. "M...my...lord..?" I stuttered anxiously. He growled softly, "Shh, just...calm down...I won't...do anything...I know...I fuckin...can't...but I can help you....fuckin...feel better." With that said, he kissed me hard, gently running his large hands down my wet back. I whimpered beneath his kisses, holding onto him tightly. He growled and went for my neck, biting hard, drawing blood again. I gasped sharply, going weak kneed, "OH!! Nathan!!....please!!" He just growled lowly again, raining burning kisses down my neck, gently licking off the blood. I whimpered softly, clutching his hard biceps tightly.


Eventually, he went for my breasts. He eagerly took one nipple deep into his mouth, biting down gently. Shock waves of desire coursed so powerfully though my body that I about fell down. I grasped Nathan's broad shoulders tightly as he continued the sweet torment upon my breast, whimpering his name lowly. He switched breasts and proceeded to torment the opposite nipple, biting down harder this time. He was snarling roughly with arousal. I cried out loudly, "OH!!! GOD!! Nathan!!" He chuckled seductively, satisfied that I was crying out his name again. He straightened back up again and reached behind me for the soap. "Heh...fuckin...turn around...let me fuckin...do this..." I nodded, having lost my ability to speak for a second. I turned around and braced myself against the shower wall, my head against my arms.


Next thing I felt was a soft washcloth against my back, wielded by Nathan, who started washing me gently. I sighed in pleasure, closing my eyes. I didn't know what I did to earn this, but I certainly wasn't going to question it. Though, it did make me wonder what him and Ofdensen talked about. I was jarred out of my thoughts abruptly by Nathan, who spun me around slowly to wash me from the front. I blushed madly at seeing him wash me. He tenderly washed my vaginal area, taking care to be extremely gentle. I moaned lightly at his touch, nonetheless. He growled lowly from his position, "Heh...fuckin...like that.,huh?" I gulped, attempting to speak. But, only managed to whimper out a breathless, "Y...yes...my lord...very much.." He gently stroked my clit with one long graceful finger, making me nearly jump out of my skin. I moaned out lowly, "Ohh...Nathan...feels..good..." He growled low, "Heh, thought so....I'll remember that....later..." I shivered in anticipation for that. He then straightened back up again and handed me the washcloth, eyes glowing with that bestial light again. He growled out roughly, "Heh...your fuckin turn..wash me, girl..." I gulped, re-soaping the washcloth, "Y..yes...my lord."


Blushing madly, I started washing his broad chest. The lower I went, the more I hyperventilated. I was literally gasping for breath by the time I reached his impressive cock. I could not help but stare at it. I heard Nathan rumble seductively above my position, "Heh...see something...ya fuckin...like?" I gulped hard and nodded, unable to articulate any useful words. I gently washed around his cock and balls, hearing him growling loudly above me. Curious now, I gently wrapped my hand around his thick cock. He snarled more loudly at my touch. I looked up at him, "You..like that...my lord?" I murmured softly, anxious to please him. He snarled roughly in arousal, "FUCK YA...I do...good fuckin..girl...heh,don't think...I won't remember this...later" I inwardly giggled. I slowly straightened back up and started reaching for the shampoo to wash his hair, not looking at him. He stopped me though and turned me around. He growled low, "Heh, you did...fuckin good...I like this...heh...we are gonna...do it this way...from now on...understand?" I nodded, "Y..yes...my lord...sounds good." Inwardly, I thought, shower together from now on?? Is that what he meant?? I knew better to question though. I reached for the shampoo and attempted to wash his long black hair, but I was too short to reach the top of his head. He lowered himself a bit for me and I gently washed his hair, hearing him rumble lowly in pleasure. I giggled quietly, of course he would like having his hair washed.


Eventually we were done, but Nathan didn't turn off the water yet. Instead he made it hotter, for it was starting to get cold. I was kinda shocked, but also figured that he would like screaming hot showers as well. I was jolted out of my thoughts again as he gathered me into his embrace. I looked up at him, staring into his glowing green eyes. They were glowing with that warm light again and there was actually almost a gentle smile on his face as he looked down at me. Wordlessly, he leaned down to kiss me. It was different this time though. It was a deep, tender kiss. Almost like it was meant to be affectionate, not dominating. This puzzled me greatly, but I dared not question the singer's motives again. Hugging him tightly around his waist, I basked in the warmth of his kisses. We broke apart again and I leaned my head on his broad chest, sighing in contentment.


Nathan looked down at his girl in his arms. Recalling her dream and his talk with Ofdensen, he truly believed that his legacy could continue. But, he also did not want to just use her for that. He wasn't that much of a heartless monster. He heaved a rough sigh and gave his girl a slight squeeze. At that moment, she looked up at him and his breath got caught in his throat. Her eyes, he thought, I've never noticed how pretty they were. To him, it was like looking into the beauty of the darkest abyss. For in this lighting, her eyes were almost completely black, blacker than the blackest black. He inwardly chuckled at his own reference. All of a sudden, it felt as though he had been punched right in the heart, leaving him breathless. It didn't hurt exactly, it just felt way too weird. With no thought of the consequences, he swiftly bent down to give his girl a rough kiss before ripping aside the shower curtain and stomping out. He quickly threw on his bathrobe and exited the bathroom in a hurry, slamming the door hard behind him. His only thought was how uncomfortable he felt, he never even looked back to watch the girl's expression fall into puzzlement and hurt.


I was confused as all hell, not to mention a little disappointed. One minute, I'm looking into those glowing green eyes. The next minute, a rough kiss and he was gone. I shook my head in puzzlement, wondering if maybe I did something wrong. I turned off the water and drying off, slowly got dressed. I was confused, why'd he leave so quick? Shrugging, I looked around for the hairbrush, but couldn't find it. I had to venture back out for it. I exited the bathroom and saw Nathan laying on his bed. He was hiding behind a book, clad only in his jeans. I sighed softly, wondering what I did wrong. Picking up the hairbrush from the dresser by the bathroom, I went back in to attempt to brush my hair.


I stared into the mirror, watching myself brush my hair. As I did, I was suddenly seized with the memory of Nathan brushing my hair earlier in the day. I somehow felt the insane urge to cry at that memory, but I had no idea why. I shook my head hard and resumed brushing. Looking up at the mirror again, I caught tears on my face again. Startled, I quickly washed my face, not wanting to be caught crying again. I straightened back up from the sink, and was stunned out of my wits by the reflection of Nathan in the mirror. He was standing right behind me, an unreadable expression on his face. Wordlessly, he took up the brush I dropped and starting brushing my hair, growling softly.


I sighed in pleasure, glad I wasn't in trouble. I suddenly felt Nathan gently braiding my hair, which was shocking enough. He grumbled lowly, "An ex...fuckin..taught me how to do it....always...fuckin...bitchin...about tangled..fuckin hair...in the mornings....God.." I nodded, understanding totally. He growled out again, "Meh...she was a...nasty bitch anyways...ugh.." I giggled softly, silently agreeing. Soon, I was decked out with a thick, long braid. I smiled in thanks at Nathan in the mirror, he growled softly and wrapped his arms around me from behind. I leaned my head back against his chest, listening to his growls. I soon felt his breath on my neck as he brushed my braid aside and gently started kissing my neck. I moaned softly, letting my head fall forward. Still growling, he gently bit down on my Gear brand, making me whimper. Then oddly enough, he gently kissed it, making me shiver with need.


Turning me around, he growled softly, "We should get...some sleep...fuckin...got shit to do in the fuckin...morning...goddamnit..." I nodded, rubbing my eyes wearily, "Yes, my lord." I started walking towards my adjacent room but Nathan gently caught hold of my hand. I looked up at him in puzzlement. He growled lowly, "You're not...sleepin there...tonight...fuckin...you're staying with me tonight.....understand???" I was shocked but tried not to show it, lest I get punished. I nodded, murmuring softly, "Yes, my lord, as you wish." With that said, he caught me up in his arms and gently laid me down on his large bed. He kicked off his jeans and got into bed as well, immediately gathering me into his arms.

I sighed in contentment as I felt Nathan's arms wrap around me from behind, tugging his black blanket over us. I just started to close my eyes, when I heard Nathan grumble lowly, "Hey..how are you..feeling...?" I knew I had to turn over to face him, but I just couldn't. For some reason, I was afraid to, and I didn't know why. In the end though, I was given no choice. Nathan gently tugged on my shoulder, "Turn over...now." He growled sharply. I dared not disobey and quickly turned over to face him, stuttering slightly, "Y...yes...my..lord?" He looked down at me, a stern expression on his face. "I asked you...a fuckin question and I...expect an answer from you, girl...now...answer me!!" I nodded, "I am...sorry, my lord....I am...okay...just tired..and still kinda freaked out by...that damn dream..." He chuckled darkly, "Heh, shouldn't be....sounded good to me....heh, fuckin brutal...I like it...a lot." With that said, he leaned down and kissed me hard. I was in utter shock, and not just with his kisses either. I so badly wanted to ask why he liked it so much, but decided it was better to not question the singer. Instead, I just returned his kisses, lavishing in his attentions.

He growled lower and pulled me closer to him, holding me tighter. "Mine...you'll always....fuckin...be....mine, understand??" I nodded, unable to articulate any useful words, because I could've sworn I heard his voice break a bit with that statement. Eventually, he quieted down and wearily closed his eyes, burying his face in my hair. Thinking that he was asleep, I curled up into his chest and throwing an arm over his waist, closed my eyes in exhaustion. Last thing I could barely remember hearing as I was drifting off was Nathan's voice. It sounded like he was murmuring in a rough, broken growl into my hair, thinking I was asleep, "Fuck....girl....don't...ever...fuckin...leave me....god..." Last thing I also felt as I was drifting off was a gentle kiss to the top of my head. Eventually, curled in each other's embrace, we fell asleep together.