The Reaper's Wicked Obsession

Chapter 26: A Hole In The Head Doesn’t Make One Sane

With each step Isadora took on the stairs it made a creaking noise under her weight, like a pending warning of the crisis she was about to face.

Her heart throbbed fiercely in her chest and singled out every other noise, to her ears it sounded as if drums were beating with urgency.

She cautiously turned to her nightmare while holding onto the small broken piece of wood she had acquired, it was sharp enough to induce damage.

Kraven’s smile stretched. His vision distorted making everything double, Isadora appeared six before his eyes but the look on her face interested him more.

The smell of her fear was strong but the disdain was pure exhilaration.

He leaned away from the bulwark causing the raven on his shoulder to fly away and perch on a surface instead.

He noticed as Isadora’s eyes followed it. It was no news that ravens were ominous and the sight of them brought nothing but death and grim.

"Don’t mind that... they follow me around" he said.

Isadora brought her amber eyes back to him, they narrowed studying him. His steps were like sea legs which she noticed as he took a seat on a box.

She finally caught sight of his bloody hair, the shaded color of it mixed with the crimson giving it another highlight in the sun.

Isadora took a step to the side and got a better look.

A gasp escaped her upon glimpsing a hole at the side of his forehead. How can someone walk with two feet and speak with such a wound? Doesn’t he feel it? Does he even feel pain at all?

He had a detached demeanor, staring into the horizon like it held all the secrets to the world, the way his eyes were focused under it.

It seemed as if whatever lay there was something he was looking forward to.

It made Isadora wonder what could hold the attention of such a person.

"Rav briefed you already didn’t he?" His sudden gravel voice broke the silence, he sounded peeved.

Isadora forced her legs to move, but there was no extra box to seat so she stood instead making sure she wasn’t too close.

With trembling hands she moved his hair up, it was soft under her fingertips not like she had imagined. She gulped seeing the awful wound, whoever had such a wound should be on bed rest and not walk around.

She got to work, moving her hands and allowing the weaves to flow to the wound. She let them guide her, slowly repairing what was damaged from the inside out.

"How did you feel when I died?"

Isadora was caught off guard by his question.

"Or more importantly how did you feel when you thought I died?" he faced her with those unsettling silver eyes, the dazed in them, probably the effect of her work, healing a head wound was no joke, although he might not feel pain it doesn’t mean there wasn’t an effect.

"Were you happy or sad?" His genuine curiosity was disturbing. "Confused or disturbed?"

Isadora looked away to focus on closing his wound, the flesh weaving back in place, leaving no scar behind.

He clutched her waist and forced her to sit on his lap and in defense she took the wood she hid at the back of her skirt and pointed it dangerously close to his neck, almost penetrating his skin.

"Come on love, that little wood won’t do much damage like that" he leaned close to it.

Isadora was suddenly reluctant to pull it away but Kraven grasped her hand and did the damage himself—crimson trail sliding down his skin.

"See? It does more damage when you put it to good use"

Isadora forcibly took her hand away from his hold and Kraven seized that opportunity to trap her hands behind her back.

She squirmed trying to break free but it was useless to his iron hold.

"Let me go, you vile man!"

Kraven ignoring her movements, raised her skirt to expose her thigh, her porcelain skin glowed like silk under the sunlight.

Isadora panicked at his advance and caused rapid movements to get away before he did something stretchy, however he strapped a holster around her thigh.

A hot chill shot up her spine as his calloused fingers kissed her skin, sending a mixture of fear and excitement through her.

She cursed at the funny feeling and narrowed it down to her lack of experience with a man.

Kraven focused on strapping the holster tightly causing her to hiss in pain at the leather grinding against her skin.

He spared her a look, grinning at her discomfort and does nothing to eliminate it, instead, he seemed genuinely pleased by the look in her eyes. He grabbed a small seized dagger and brought it up to her face, her wide eyes pinned the blade.

He shifted the blade to his lips and gave a kiss.

Isadora’s lips parted at the action and watched frozen as he lowered the blade to the holster and sheathed it.

"You haven’t answered my question, love" he released her and Isadora quickly parted away from him like a scorching flame was taking root in front of her.

It felt like a scorching flame because her body was suddenly hot from the inside out, her cheeks flushed, spreading to her neck and chest. Her chest heaved in slow labored breaths.

Kraven kept his eyes on her, from her face to her golden-blonde hair, it was so long and uncut just at her butt, glistening under the sunlight.

Her skin glowed too under it and the blush caused redness to spread to her bosom peaking at the top of her bodice, it was a completely different look he had ever seen.

It was more of anger, disgust, or pathetic sadness but right now it was inquisitive confusion blooming in her ambers and casting a glow to them, her hair blow lightly with the wind and strands waving her face.

"I was more than pleased," Isadora declared. "You should’ve stayed dead!"

Kraven chuckled, deeply amused and intrigued by this bunny who knew nothing more than to hop away every chance she got.

"It’ll be hard to get rid of me, little bunny"