Shattered

She helped me to my feet and led me by the hand. I felt hyper aware of my surroundings, more so than the night I was first turned. I followed her down a dark corridor, and the security lamps that were placed here and there glowed like beautiful stars. She opened a door to a cold, quiet room. It shone brightly in the moonlight, the walls and floor covered with large white tiles. The ceramic floor felt odd beneath my feet. “I don’t want to upset you,” she said, ”but this is really messy and we need to do it here.” She pulled back a curtain and revealed a small shower. Carefully she put down a large clay jar on the floor. “This might hurt you,” she said earnestly. “But I am hurting you because I have to.” I laughed loudly, and it sounded weird and harsh in the stillness of the room. “No one ever wants to hurt me, they just do it despite their nature.” She looked at me oddly and then reached in and turned on the water. She began to undo the buttons of my fly, and I swatted at her fingers. She looked up at me with her wide trusting eyes. “Pretend I’m a nurse. I just want to help you.” Her hands fumbled at my pants as she pulled them down around my thighs and off my legs. “Dru and I used to play doctor and nurse, but I don’t think you want to play that game,” I told her seriously. She smiled at me and led me into the shower as she pulled shut the curtain. The shower was a living thing, and I listened to the water breathe. I could hear each bead of water as it rolled over my skin. It danced over my body, and sang a song to me. “Tara, can you hear the water sing?” I ask her in wonder. “It’s the kiriana,” she explained. “It is great for keeping you on your feet and masking the pain, but it’s a powerful stimulant and slightly hallucinogenic.” She gently turned me to face her. A stream of water splashed the front of her kimono, and the red lines on her bodice began to spill and run. “Was that my blood?” I ask her. She looked down at herself. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” I stared at her chest, and the water flowed over the pink silk of her robe. It became transparent and revealed the darker coral of her nipples underneath.  She leaned over and picked up the jar and placed the cork stopper on the ground. “Try to hold still while I do this.” Tara shoved her hand into the vessel, and pulled it out covered in a thick white paste.  She massaged the cream delicately into the skin that surrounded the eye that was swollen shut. I whimpered despite myself. It wasn’t only the pain, but the softness of her hand that unmanned me. “It’s okay,” she crooned. “It’ll be over soon.” She dipped her hand into the cream and smoothed it over my brow. The pain slid away, and my skin tingled. I stared into her eyes and found that there was so much light there. It was a haven that held a peace that I had never felt before. “I wish I could live inside your eyes,” I said to her. She smiled at me as she continued to do her work. Her hand caressed the side of my face, the lobe of my ear, the sweep of my jaw. Everywhere that she touched me tingled as if kissed by starlight. “You make me feel like a shining thing,” I explained to her earnestly. “I feel so bright, and warm. I wish you could touch me forever.”  Her hands caressed my neck, and I shuddered with arousal as her nails grazed the sensitive skin. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized. “I’m trying so hard not to hurt you.” She put her jar on the ground. “I’m going to heal your ribs now,” she said seriously. “This is more invasive and it will probably cause more pain than the drug can fully hide.” She whispered to herself and began to glow. Her hair shined a bright, pure gold, and her face illuminated from within. She looked like an angel. She placed her hands upon my ribs. Sensation flooded between the two of us. I moaned as a heavy golden heat surrounded my bones, and I could feel the breaks knit together. Tara’s face was radiant, her eyes closed as she focused all of her energy on me. The flood of light intensified, and I felt like we were the center of the universe, the only two beings that existed. As the golden light began to dissipate, Tara fell against me, and I caught her in my arms. We were pressed close together. I held her tight and waited for her breathing to slow down, but it only increased. I tilted back her head and saw that her eyes were still tightly closed. When her eyes finally opened, they were no longer tranquil, but stormy and unsettled. “Tara?” I said questioningly. “I’ve never felt like that before,” she said slowly. “I was inside you, and it felt so good. So perfect.” Her voice broke. “And then it was over, and I was all alone again.” “I’m still here, pet,” I said. I ran my hand down her cheek, and she shuddered. She arched towards me, and her hard nipples pressed into my chest. Her touch still felt like golden fire, and desire flared up inside me. A moan escaped her mouth and she reached up to grab my hair. “Do you want me to touch you?” I asked softly. She nodded, a small nod. “Here?” She shook her head no. I picked her up and carried her from the bathroom. Her open door spilled out light into the hallway, a beacon in the darkness. -TBC-