A figure cast a shadowy form across the light before thudding to the ground beside her. About to tackle the form in happiness Una was shattered by his question "Who are you? Who is this Cy?" It wasn't Cy. Slumping to the ground sobbing the tears pooled around her knees slowly melting her form. As the light filled their prison she felt her body lengthen and thin, the cartilage in her limbs becoming fog and her tentacles stretching out. Above her she could feel his footsteps on her legs.
She hovered above the ground, a cloud, teaming and unable to control her movements the breeze pulled her apart. Mouthless, unable to scream, she began to writhe under the man turning stormy. She could see her body in the moon, paralyzed. It was her soul that had become the cloud. Panic made thrash harder, lightning thundering through her a physical representation of her emotions.
Suddenly the man disappeared into the moon her body encircled. Tightening she tried to draw into herself, condense herself back into her body. Live again. As she did the moon shuddered under the pressure threatening to crack. Abdomen tensing, legs encircling, her body wrapped around the moon like it had wrapped around Cy. With relief she felt it enter her, and her it as she slipped, a foggy presence, into the dark center. The moon flapped its swan wings and swung through the air. The night was passing. Soon this nightmare would be over.
She stared at the man before her, and overcome by desire crawled like a beast toward the glass eyes fixated on the man and opening her mouth slowly extended her tongue to touch the surface of the blood, feeling it crawl up her tongue in the form of a hand it entered her. Eye lolling back Una felt filled with power and lust, intoxicated by the unfamiliar scent and taste of blood she fell back away from one of the glasses sprawled on her back as it sank through her body washing her insides with its disturbing presence.
Using only her arms, thoughtless and emotionless Una grasped at the mans legs pulling herself up him, and pulling him down toward her until her lips brushed his ear, "I failed someone too, I killed someone too. This glowing prison will never stop feeding me blood. I will drown." With a sigh she let go of the mans clothes and closing her eyes fell back to the rocky ground beneath her the blood choking her. She had felt like she was drowning only once before, and for days the sea had terrified her. Her home could kill her. But she was glad to die this time, filled with power and lust and life.
OOCI am sorry my response took so long, I was moving into a new apartment and it took ridiculously long to get stable internet O-O