Dark Souls

The Risk For Knowledge

"If love is setting a place at the table for someone who is never coming home, I think I'll pass." -Samantha Borgens, Stuck In Love 

Amaya prayed to her ancestors and tried to demand answers. The connection she felt with Cole wasn't normal, it was too hot. 

Too intense. She was feeling things she's never felt and wanting things she's never thought possible. Spending all day thinking and wanting the sexy man to call her like a young girl with her first crush. 

It was f*****g gross. 

But even trying to find someone else to take her mind off him didn't work. The moment a man's hands came in contact with her's she instantly sliced his throat open, her thirst reaching a high level of hunger that seemed muted or non-existing with Cole around her. 

Cole found it amusing. Finding her covered in blood, pouting like a little girl. He would f**k her wherever they stood, his black talons digging into her hips. His way of teaching her a lesson for thinking she could have anyone else but him. 

Almost a month had gone by since meeting Cole, and Amaya couldn't take it anymore. The unknown emotions that plagued her day to day life were starting to bother her. The troubling dreams of him leaving that had her waking up in pain breaking her heart every night or early in the morning. 

Getting dressed in boots, jeans, and a black long sleeve Amaya pulled her hair in a ponytail and stomped off to her door. 

Grabbing her bag, Amaya sighed when she felt a presence behind her. 

Looking at Cole annoyed she snapped, "I need to go, I have no time for you today." Cole c****d an eyebrow, "Why not? Where are you going?" Amaya started to tell him none of his f*****g business when his eyes narrowed dangerously, "And remember to watch that naughty ass mouth of yours or I'll teach it another lesson." 

Amaya gulped and mumbled as she looked down, "I need to go to Mount Diablo." 

Cole pulled Amaya's unwilling body to him, "Why?" Amaya groaned as she rubbed her forehead annoyed, "I need a crater to summon Madame Diable." Cole looked at his woman confused about why she would need to summon the all-powerful voodoo priestess. 

"Okay...wait why?" Amaya glared at the insufferable man and hissed, "f**k off Cole! It's none of your business what the f**k I need to do!" 

Cole pushed her back against a wall and hissed, "What did I tell you about talking reckless to me little girl." Amaya pressed her thighs together as Cole gripped her throat. Licking her lips, Amaya whispered, "Let me go." 

Cole only listened to the silent command because of the emotion vibrating in her voice. When he stepped back his heart raced seeing the raw emotion on her face. He could tell Amaya was trying to fight it, but she couldn't. 

"Amaya..." Cole whispered worried seeing how upset she truly was. Amaya finally faced him and whispered thickly, "My ancestors won't tell me anything, I don't...I don't understand." Cole shrugged, "Understand what? What's to understand!?" 

Amaya scoffed, "You!"  Cole jerked back shocked but Amaya calmed her self and admitted, "After spending my entire life not caring about anything, I suddenly feel all kinds of...things for you. I didn't think it possible for there to ever be something like this for me." 

Amaya chewed her bottom lip and admitted cynically, "I'm waiting for the GOTCHA! I mean I'm an evil blood-drinking killer witch. I don't get a happily ever after." Amaya sighed as she looked down, "Madame Diable can tell me what's going on." 

Cole leaned in closer and whispered dangerously, "You know what you feel for me. Don't fight it." 

Amaya looked at Cole wide-eyed and murmured, "I'm going." Cole sighed at the stubborn female, "Fine, then I'm coming too." 

Amaya wanted to protest but the stubborn look Cole made her stop. She knew she'd be wasting her breath and just turned to leave. 

Both walked in silence to her car, where they climbed in and she quickly pulled out of the garage. Speeding deeper into the forest, to the parts the mortals were too afraid to go in. 

Down the darkest roads. 

When she was as far as she could drive, she pulled up to the side of the mountain and parked. Cole jumped out and stretched, looking up at the stone steps they had to climb he turned to her. "You do know if we go up here..." 

Amaya nodded, "I know." 

Cole warned her lowly, "We won't be able to lie...keep things from her." 

Amaya turned and headed up the steps, "Let's just get this over with." 

For what felt like a three-day trek through a desert, Amaya, and Cole climbed the cobbled steps until they arose on a high mountain. They stood at the very edge of the cliff, threw sweet oils in the air, and wrote the summoning sigil on the ground. Holding hands, both called forth...

Madame Daible. 

The universe bent shifted, and the two were sucked into her dimension. 

They stood at a depressing beach, gasping for air as they got settled into their new reality. When they could focus both looked around where they were. The sky a dark grey like a deadly storm was about to roll in, black crows fled like trouble was brewing, and then they slowly faced the patiently waiting Voodoo Priestess. 

"Hello." Madame Diable greeted them. 

Cole and Amaya slowly approached her and greeted her respectfully. "We're not here to badger you, we just...we're trying to understand something." Amaya murmured. 

Madame Daible looked at them and then the two crescent moons on her forehead glowed, "You wish to understand how you two can be mates. Yes?" 

Amaya looked at Madame Daible and then looked at Cole who stared back at her gauging her reaction. Amaya faced the smirking voodoo priestess trying to keep her face from showing her fear. How deeply terrified hearing it out loud made her feel...

"What could possibly come from us mating?" She whispered in disbelief. 

Madame Daible held up her scepter, " A new age for demons and witches." 

Cole and Amaya both looked at each other, "Meaning?" The Voodoo Priestess walked forward and swung her snake staff to face them so they were both staring in its ruby eyes, "You two thought you were born to be the most horribly evil creatures, but you have been fated for something much bigger. You two hold great power, you can aspire to be more. Your children from this mating can spawn into a legacy." 

Amaya licked her lips and whispered, "Aspire?" 

Madame Daible c****d her head to the side, her eyes turning pure white, no pupil or sclera. "Accept fate sister, whatever curse or wickedness you were born with has been paired to be mated to this unfortunate soul." 

Madame Daible came and jerked her head up, "One who will make you a queen." 

Cole turned to look at Amaya who turned her head from him and whispered, "What do we do from here?" 

Madame Daible giggled a little, she twirled and a beautiful black and silver bow was tied around Amaya and Cole joining them at the hip, "You two can not stop what is to come! Soon, soon you will see. There is so much more to you, than you know." 

Cole looked her suspicious, "Why won't you tell us the rest?" Madame Diable  smirked at him, "Because you're not there yet." 

And then they were back on the cliff. Both fell over heaving and panting. 

Coughing Amaya rubbed her head feeling horrible as she laid on the ground, pale. Cole staggered up and Amaya reached in her back pocket. Huffing she put the tonic in her mouth and in seconds could breathe again. Getting up she ran to Cole and gave it to him. 

Cole leaned on Amaya for a moment and when he was able to breathe and stand on his own, he still held on to her. Amaya slowly stepped back and whispered, "Let's get the f**k out of here." 

Both hauled ass down the steps and when they got outside, they swore seeing a couple of Skulls running at them. 

Skulls being gone demons who have lost anything they can value to be a person. Now they were just things. Once considered "pure blood" now considered, bloodthirsty monsters that will kill anything with a pulse. Cole and Amaya easily mowed through them. Their snarling and swipes not even coming close to touching either. 

Amaya blew a fire spell over half of them, while Cole lured the other four away and trapped them into a pond. He made the water rise into shards of ice, crushing their bones and putting spikes in their necks. Not killing them, but a slow death of them bleeding out slowly from an artery in their neck. 

Amaya and Cole jumped into her car and drove home, both thinking of what they had been told.