Another harsh story

A sudden moment of interaction had changed slight of the situation between them. Being them Raven and Rare already changes any normal communication between them though, why else they would be not so uncomfortable at the first meeting?

Soon after that, Jay had kicked the newly named Raven, Wave into the washroom to cleanse himself off the dirt and dried blood.

She had picked the habit of partial OCD from Ace. During the moment, she herself just freely wiped her stains with a warm wet cloth and used her spare clothing stocked in the closet, keeping aside another fitting set for Wave.

Wave's former sacrifices were just victims. They had their chronic and were void to sensitivity. They were what, he would call strictly new to the system, professional and lacked experience skill or previous encounters. They had huge greed and crave for only remedy without paying for it. Their lack of any practice though, reduced their actual knack in the process.

Jay was obviously in contrast of them.

Having suffered the longest with just beatings and getting doped up high at the primary level, her life had a drastic change with Ace's entry in it.

She had survived suicidal escapes, weird unknown vials, deaths right before her eyes, slight affection and sacrifices, all along with her own chronic to handle. Over all, it was a wild blood bath and nothing else all the while.

Thus, her brutality was bound to be on a whole another position.

A consist of her buried instincts to overcome herself on her own. Passing away of Ace was the final trigger she could experience, and Wave is the outbreak while she goes berserk.

Indeed, a rare case.

However, Jay didn't bother interrogating the Raven at first, for her, he is another good-looking face with a timely purpose who's gonna leave sooner or later. It was just a momentary escape for her.

A supernatural creature, who just revived from the death.

Yeah.

Kind of, little less normal than the others.

But in a single moment of silence, from Jay blurting out the strange name to address him, the current moment is where the Raven was getting all cozy on the couch and Jay on the furry chair, trying to coax her to have a decent conversation as he had insisted.

- Don't I get to kill you again?

- I'm not the sacrifice here Jay.

- No?

- Stop there!

She looked away after a quiet stare, catching up that Wave was serious. The situation fell into silence again.

- But...

- Let me speak alright!?

Nope, not a question or a request. A straight away command and warning too. She eventually felt slightly cowering at the tone but hid it well. Not like she could approve to it, but he started speaking anyways. Not sparing any glance for a chance of permission.

- We are not going to do this often, or not ever again. Your bloodlust bestowed upon me was just the sealing of the contract. It was a test.

Jay eyed Wave suspiciously, with a strange look all over her face. A moment passed with no avail to the staring contest trying to converse silently.

- That look...you won't even try to touch me Jay!

But the Raven had his own mixed feelings.

It was Jay debating to control her urges after all. She would no doubt, surely try her luck to slaughter him. If not in his sleep but might be head on as well. Wave, being the male Raven, he is only strong enough to fend her off, not defend her bloodlust. Reviving is another case, but he could feel strong incoming requirements coming from her.

She sulked a little and rolled her eyes.

- Oh babe! That's not the attitude I appreciate. Concluding the fact, that you're in need of me here.

Immediately there was a scoff at the irritating line. Oh, fucking please!

A Raven from nowhere, probably the gutter, showed up like a certain miracle? (a usual occasion like twice before). Her process while dying, and every second guy just momentarily saves her only to disappear the very next second. For someone who's gonna leave as well, shouldn't possess such narcissism.

Wave continued.

- Just like any normal human …...you gonna have your own victims, chosen by me!

- I ain't no killer, I won't do it.

- Reconsider, these victims are slightly different though.

Wave's lips smirked up while speaking, stealing a curious glance.

- Rogue Ravens are wandering undeads, driven away from the council society or appointed imprisonments forever. These outcasts possess no license to form any contract with Rares as they escape aimlessly. To satisfy their needs they end up taking shelter in not too old dead human bodies and hungrily falling in a killing spree in the mortal realm.

Their numbers are huge, being kicked out often to maintain sane decorum in the council.

We, the elite Ravens are the hired ones to get rid of them alongside serving Rares. In primary times, Rares were allowed to kill us as many times to regain sanity. But the council elders decided to use this against the rogues.

Thus, things have turned such that your lusty death aura is now basically used to get rid of fucked up rogues in rotting dead bodies.

He explained with utmost patience ever possible. Jay seemed to return to return the same.

But the...for no exact reason....

She snapped!!

"The mother fuckers are you Ravens!", she cursed out," This was never about us after all, we are not pawning for your messed-up system. We are humans. This whole theory of your supernaturalism is fucked up anyways. Ravens? Rogues? Rares? ......damn your council! Terminate the contract!".

HUGE MISTAKE!

Elite Ravens were known to hold a sadist persona. And Wave was well known for his merciless ways in the council. If there was any way that he would be having any of her present tantrums, then it would be nothing but lies.

She could try all she wanted to express her irresistible drag to kill the Raven right there and then, but no sacrifice was ever allowed to insult them so openly.

And seemed like Jay was gonna learn it the tough way.

Immediately, the ash blonde headed guy possessed a contrasting set of eyes, ever darker than his previous ones. It was glow golden with ash edges. This was his rage wear.

With the sudden change in situation and the outburst of emotions, it shouldn't be abnormal for the Raven to unleash any supernatural physical change, keeping the very fact intact that he could rise from the dead. His face appeared awfully menacing...to Jay.

His steps heightened with a lightening rapidity towards the female making her take it by surprise and drop her guard. Stumbling back in lieu of any escape, she was completely trapped in the threat approaching.

Wave wasn't in any temperamental zone to lose it; he was just in charge of not taking any sort of bullshit on his sky high ego.

Accepting the fact of Jay possessing a bratty temper of some sort, with the uniqueness from others, walking all over him wasn't something expected or allowed. He was a sucker for respect. A Raven and Rare had a relationship close to a sadist and masochist. And there was no fucking way Wave was going to let it change for any better or for Jay.

She needs better learning to show the one in control between them and force her to face the truth, if necessary, by force!

And of course, it is now.

The world doesn't always deal in reality.

Wave was ridiculously close to the girl's face, her pauses in breathing could be felt. She surely appeared a little scared too.

No matter whatever fuckshit she had spat regarding Ravens and Rogues earlier, she had herself witnessed to the fact of him not dying after suffering a bloodbath. It would have been impossible to escape her chronic wrath, whereas he had come out through it with no scratch and stained clothing as a proof of merciless stab wounds.

It was something to induce fear even in any sane or psychopath person. They both were.

Wave's breath was growing heavier each second, and his iris was glowing due to immense rage. The glow in them seemed like injected with aqua mercury keeping in constant motion like the galaxy. His somewhat alpha like pheromones were not helping either, Jay could feel the pressure thanks to the god damn fucked up contract.

She wasn't someone to give up things easily, but the fucked Raven in hell had done some unnatural bullshit to force submission from her.

She had to tear her eyes away from his primal ones and look down.

Wave didn't speak nor move an inch.

He just kept a glare down at the slightly shaking figure beneath. Her heartbeat taking up pace.

As he raised his hand, much to Jay's flinch from the incoming effect which went ignored ...he pulled out a loose dark strand from behind her ear letting it hang low, playing and tugging with it.

Then he spoke.

In a tone multiplied thousand octaves down. It was deeper than normal, and more suited to his calm rage.

"Now there Jay, you have a really filthy mouth after what just happened tonight a while ago", a contrast from his mischievous approach before," You need to study a few rules to clean that up. Giving in to me shamelessly, is how you will know where you belong actually!".

Saying, Wave immediately backed off from her touch and spread himself comfortably on the sofa before her. Keeping a fallen Jay as a display before his eyes, open and vulnerable, as she stood motionless the way he left her.

His eyes sharply raking the beauty's body.

He spoke again.

"Strip!!"