Destined (House of Night #9)(3)

Aurox moved so quickly the nearest man had no chance to escape. He gored him through his chest, lifting him so that he writhed and shrieked and soiled himself.

This made Aurox even more powerful.

With a mighty toss of his head, the skewered man flew into the building to land, crumpled and silent, beside the first man.

The other man didn't run away. Instead he pulled out a long, dangerous looking knife and charged at Aurox.

Aurox feinted to the side and then, when the man overcompensated, he stomped a cloven hoof through his foot, ripping off his face as the man fell forward.

Breathing hard, Aurox stood over the bodies of his vanquished enemies. He turned to Priestess.

"Very good," she said in her emotionless voice. "Let us leave this place before the authorities descend." Aurox followed her. He walked heavily, his hoofs gouging furrows in the dirty all ey. He fisted his claws at his side as he tried to make sense of the emotional storm that flowed through his body, taking with it the power that had fueled his battle frenzy.

Weak. He felt weak. And more. There was something else.

"What is it?" she snapped at him when he hesitated before entering the car again.

He shook his head. "I do not know. I feel-"

She laughed. "You don't feel at all. You're obviously overthinking this. My knife doesn't feel. My gun doesn't feel. You're my weapon; you kill. Deal with it."

"Yes, Priestess." Aurox got in the car and let the world speed past him. I do not think. I do not feel. I am a weapon.

Aurox

"Why are you standing here looking at me?" Priestess asked him, staring at him with eyes of green ice.

"I await your command, Priestess," he said automatically, wondering how it was possible to have displeased her. They had just returned to her lair at the top of the magnificent building called Mayo. Aurox had walked to the balcony and simply stood there, quietly, gazing at Priestess.

She blew out a long breath. "I have no command for you at this moment. And must you always stare at me?" Aurox looked away, focusing on the lights of the city and how they glittered all uringly against the night sky.

"I await your command, Priestess," he repeated.

"Oh, by all the gods! Who would have known the Vessel created for me would be as mindless as he is beautiful?" Aurox felt the change in the atmosphere before Darkness materialized from smoke and shadow and night.

"Mindless, beautiful, and deadly..."

The voice rang in his head. The enormous white bull formed fully before him. His breath was fetid, yet sweet. His gaze was horrible and wonderful at the same time. He was mystery and magick and mayhem together.

Aurox dropped to his knees before the creature.

"Get off your knees. Get up and go back there..." She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture toward the shadows that edged the far recesses of the rooftop.

"No, I'd rather he stayed. I enjoy gazing on my creations."

Aurox didn't know what to say. This creature commanded his attention, but Priestess commanded his body.

"Creation s?" Priestess put a special emphasis on the last part of the word as she moved languidly toward the massive bull. "Do you often make gifts like this to your foll owers?"

The bull 's laughter was terrible, but Aurox noticed Priestess didn't flinch at all -that instead she seemed to be drawn closer and closer to the creature as he spoke.

"How interesting! You are actually questioning me. Are you jealous, my heartless one?" Priestess stroked the bull 's horn. "Do I need to be?"

The bull nuzzled her. Where his muzzle touched Priestess the silk of her gown shriveled, exposing smooth, naked flesh underneath.

"Tell me, what do you believe is the purpose of my gift to you?" The bull answered Priestess's question with one of his own.

Priestess blinked and shook her head, as if she was confused. Then her gaze found Aurox, still on his knees. "My lord, his purpose is protection, and I am ready to do as you bid to thank you for him."

"I will accept your lush offerings, but I must explain to you that Aurox is not simply a weapon of protection. Aurox has one purpose, and that is to create chaos."

Priestess inhaled a deep, shocked breath. She blinked rapidly, and her gaze went from the bull to him, and then returned to the bull.

"Truly?" she asked in a soft, reverent voice. "Through this one creature I can command chaos?" The bull 's white eyes were like a sick, setting moon. "Truly. He is, indeed, one creature, but his power is vast. He has the ability to leave disaster in his wake. He is the Vessel that is the manifestation of your deepest dreams, and are they not for utter and complete chaos?"

"Yes, oh yes," Priestess breathed the words. She leaned against the bull 's neck, stroking his side.

"Ah, and what is it you will do with chaos now that it is at your command? Will you take down the cities of humans and rule as vampyre queen?"

Priestess's smile was beautiful and horrible. "Not queen. Goddess."

"Goddess? But there is a Goddess of Vampyres. You know that all too well. You used to be in her service."

"You mean Nyx? The Goddess who allows her minions free choice and a will of their own? The Goddess who will not intercede because she believes so strongly in the myth of freewill?"

Aurox thought he could hear a smile in the beast's voice, and wondered how that was possible. "I do mean Nyx, Goddess of Vampyres and Night. Would you use chaos to challenge her?"