Not AfraidDay/Theme: April 16
I will show you fear in a handful of dustSeries: CharmedCharacter/Pairing: Wyatt/BiancaRating:
571Written For: 31_days
“I wouldn’t move if I were you,” Bianca warned, the point of the dagger digging into the skin at the base of his spine. One thrust and she’d have it buried into the sacrum, immobilizing all those parts he would consider important in his manly nature. She moved in closer, bringing her face close to his shoulder and sniffing dramatically towards his neck. “I can smell the fear on you.”
“That would be my aftershave,” Wyatt quipped.
The second she drew back, Wyatt flicked his hands behind him, telekinetically pushing her back and orbing out at the same time. He didn’t go far, just out of harms reach. He was too curious to see who this confidant female was that was challenging him. As he reappeared in a sparkle of blue and white lights he looked across the alley to the brunette beauty that had threatened him. The dagger was still firmly in her grasp. Her eyes darkened with an irate fury at having being thwarted. Lifting her hand back she hurled the dagger towards him, shimmering out of sight. Wyatt again dissolved his form into a smatter of orbs, the weapon passing through them and slamming into the brick wall behind him as Bianca reappeared. Solidifying, he grabbed hold of her wrists, pulling her arms outwards to prevent a weaponless attack. Glancing down to her left wrist he saw a red mark gracing her skin in the vague shape of a bird.
“Ah, an assassin,” he observed. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from someone who was willing to attack me. They must be paying you a fortune for you to even consider coming up against me.”
“You’re a high prize,” she returned.
“So you’re hunting me now?” he queried.
Craftily she conjured another blade into her hand, spinning the point to face him and pressing on the handle’s edge until it pierced his skin between thumb and fingers. Crying out in both pain and surprise, he let her go and pulled his hand away, glancing down at the spot of red beginning to seep its way to the surface.
“You know it wouldn’t be playing fair if you get to use your powers and I don’t get to use mine,” he said. “I have several ways of destroying you. I will show you fear in a handful of dust, it just depends which way you’d like to form it.”
She flicked the blade back around in her hand, drawing her arm back as she looked at him warily.
“What are my options?” she asked.
“How about you give up and I won’t kill you?” Wyatt invited. She shook her head obstinately. “I know I shouldn’t think this, but I find you somewhat enticing. I like a challenge, especially one that fights with such determination.”
“I can’t fight you if you keep running,” she said.
“I’m not running,” he said, shaking his head as a small smile of amusement crept onto his face. “I’m simply offering dinner over destruction.”
She lowered the dagger slowly, keeping a cautious eye on his moves. She didn’t understand how he could be so poised when his life was being threatened.
“I can promise you it’ll be a lot more rewarding,” he continued.
She lowered her hand completely, glancing at the dagger she held. In one swift move she made it vanish and lifted her gaze to meet his, open to what he had to offer.