Fic: Of Flesh and Blood

Title: Of Flesh and Blood
Rating:  R
Characters/pairings: Ten/Rose
Warnings/spoilers: Depictions of violence and torture. 
Authors Note:  Please heed warnings!  This story is dark and may be disturbing to some.  Also, this might be a teensy bit A/U

She had been called, summoned, freed from the endless blackness in a blissful outpouring of hot blood, terror, and the intricate dance of words of power. As the world around Her, the solid world pulsing with life and untapped energies, began to take shape before Her eyes, Her attention was drawn to the one who had called Her forth. The creature stood on two legs, swathed in a white linen shift, slender and small and gracefully built, with waves of dark hair cascading down its back. It looked so fragile, but She could feel the tumult of madness and blood-lust pulsing within it, and it was so delicious.

“Obey ye, obey ye,” the feeble little thing said. “Behold the symbols and names of the creator. Be ye gentle and peaceable, and obey in all things that I shall command ye!”

Because She was still somewhat disoriented and overwhelmed with the sudden sensation of life, She did not rip the heart from the breast of the presumptuous, inconsequential being before Her.

“You will take a form pleasing to my eye,” the creature said, and, because She was curious and so very glad to be free, She assumed the form of a being similar to the creature before Her so that She might hear and understand what the creature had to say. As She assumed the form, reaching into the consciousness of the being before Her, the word for the shape She was adopting floated into Her mind. Human. And then, Woman.

The human woman in the white shift stretched pale hands to the being who had assumed the form of a woman and said, “If my soul is to be damned, help me to preserve my body.”

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Fic: Of Flesh and Blood

Title: Of Flesh and Blood
Rating:  R
Characters/pairings: Ten/Rose
Warnings/spoilers: Depictions of violence and torture. 
Authors Note:  Please heed warnings!  This story is dark and may be disturbing to some.  Also, this might be a teensy bit A/U

She had been called, summoned, freed from the endless blackness in a blissful outpouring of hot blood, terror, and the intricate dance of words of power. As the world around Her, the solid world pulsing with life and untapped energies, began to take shape before Her eyes, Her attention was drawn to the one who had called Her forth. The creature stood on two legs, swathed in a white linen shift, slender and small and gracefully built, with waves of dark hair cascading down its back. It looked so fragile, but She could feel the tumult of madness and blood-lust pulsing within it, and it was so delicious.

“Obey ye, obey ye,” the feeble little thing said. “Behold the symbols and names of the creator. Be ye gentle and peaceable, and obey in all things that I shall command ye!”

Because She was still somewhat disoriented and overwhelmed with the sudden sensation of life, She did not rip the heart from the breast of the presumptuous, inconsequential being before Her.

“You will take a form pleasing to my eye,” the creature said, and, because She was curious and so very glad to be free, She assumed the form of a being similar to the creature before Her so that She might hear and understand what the creature had to say. As She assumed the form, reaching into the consciousness of the being before Her, the word for the shape She was adopting floated into Her mind. Human. And then, Woman.

The human woman in the white shift stretched pale hands to the being who had assumed the form of a woman and said, “If my soul is to be damned, help me to preserve my body.”

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