ReBirth Of The Primordial

The greasy man stared at Io. Inwardly Io rolled her eyes, this man was a little slow on the uptake. She shifted causing her robe to dangerously fall down her arms to where she had slid the straps off her shoulder. Io licked her lips as she looked the man up and down in a slow sensual swipe.

"Garren, you're going to make me shy if you keep staring at me." She shyly flirted.

"What's your name lovely?" The man said as he swaggered into the room. It really was sad that the man too arrogant to think that she had alternative motives, but it worked in her favor and who was she to complain. Besides, this bastard stood between her and her family and that was a decidedly unhealthy position to be in.

"Eris"* Io responded making her voice sweet and innocent with an almost wolfish smile. "I've been waiting for you for so long Garren." This man was not the brightest lightbulb, and she didn't have time for this bull. Io thought to herself. The man proved her point a moment later as he leered at her.

Io spread her t.h.i.g.hs and ran her hands up and down her body to push him further into stupidity. She didn't want to take any longer than need be. She'd get Mend home to the child- Io paused in her thoughts. She didn't even know if she had a brother or a sister! Io wanted to smack her head. She already had the fact that she stabbed her new family member as a black mark against her, and now this? Io had to tear her thoughts away from this new problem. Then she could focus on erasing both of these black marks. That way they'd start off being a family with no problems.

"Could you help me with my problem?" She asked focusing back on the issue at hand making her breath heavy as if she were on the verge of perishing if her d.e.s.i.r.es where not satisfied. She let out a little m.o.a.n and reached out to run her hands over the man's c.h.e.s.t and rounded stomach. Io shoved a shudder of revulsion as memories of her captivity started to surface. She'd lose a layer of skin maybe two once she took care of her new brother or sister back at the library from her bath she decided. Maybe three layers and the man g.r.o.a.n.e.d.

"Sorry dove, If I'da known yer were here, I'da come sooner." The man chuffed at his own pun as he rubbed his groin in anticipation. A moment later, he was on her roughly grasping her pale t.h.i.g.hs and ground himself against her. Thank goodness for the fact that she was wearing shorts and that he was still dressed. It change the face that Io wanted to kill him right there, but this way she wouldn't be as inclined to butcher him. She'd have to burn these clothes later though. There was absolutely no salvaging them. Ever.

"Now ya were a-needin' somethin' from me, and I've got exactly whatcha' be needin right here." He said as he ground his body between her t.h.i.g.hs. Finally, Io thought wrapping her small arms around the disgusting man.

"Mmm yes make me feel good!" She purred into his ear, arching her body against his as she slid a bone needle from the bracer on her right arm, twirling it expertly between fingers.

"Oh yes little whore, I be making you feel good right soon. Desparate needy little thing. Imma' make ya scream- "The man stopped, his face going from lecherous to shock. Io looked at the man, making sure her facial expressions where perfect.

"Garren, what's wrong?" She asked coyly. Her fingers gently, almost lovingly, pulling out the bone needle from the back of his neck.

"You said were going to make me scream." She said almost playfully as she dropped her from around his neck. The man's eyes rolled up, and Io dropped her legs from around his waist. The man started to fall towards Io, but disgust flashed in her eyes and she shoved the corpse back, letting it land on the floor with an ungraceful. THWUMP!

"Touch me huh." Io sneered.

"Only if you want to die." She then giggled, a light girlish sound. Madness swirled at the back of her mind. Her memories breaking through. The bite marks on her left shoulder and the scars from the knives the cannibals had used to carve her on her stomach, back, and upper t.h.i.g.hs ached.

It wasn't until with a clink the vial fell out of her bracer landing in the corpse's body. Io's hand flashed into the man's intestines, wiped the blood s shreds of flesh off, and peered at it dazedly for a moment. Her maddened gaze slowly found rationality as she gazed obsessively at the vial. That was right. She needed to get back. Her little brother or sister needed her now and Io couldn't allow for her own shortcomings and nightmares to get in the way of that.

Io stood up, her long white hair falling around her in waves, her robe disheveled, and blood decorated her skin. She pulled out another bone needle and walked towards the door. She didn't have time to back up six floors, climb down the side of the building, and leave. Through the front door would be the quickest way.

From that point on red blooming violently and repeatedly. Screams of terror, anguish, and anger sounded in The Tart's Pie and didn't stop till almost an hour later when a young girl that was drenched in red came out of the building. The streets were empty but light reflected off many pairs of eyes within the shadowed recesses of the neighboring buildings. Tongues would wag later about a white she-demon that had massacred half the building's residents. The guessed that she used to be one of the working girls that there until her lover had abandoned her there and left her there for another and she'd been murdered in name of love for her replacement.

Io uncaringly left. The only thing in her mind was getting back and anything that stood between her and her goal needed to die. Dust was swept up by the breeze and clung to her skin. Giving her the appearance of a wild monster that left its cave to feast. She glanced around looking for anymore obstacles before she broke into a run, vial clutched securely in hand, as she went back into the alley she had come out of when she first arrived. She'd have to loop a couple of times to lose any tails but she'd be home within the hour if she pushed hard.

*Eris: Greek Goddess of Discord