Massassi Sapphire

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MASSASSI SAPPHIRE
Predator & Prey
I see the man around the corner waiting, does he see me? I close my eyes and wait to hear the sound of someone screaming here ~~Ozzy Osbourne "No More Tears"

It was nigh to noon when Seshat found her way into the bus terminal in Smithers. She felt the Sith Lord seeking her out. She felt it as surely as she did her own heart beating painfully in her chest. What distressed her is that she couldn't discern whether her heart pounded with fright or arousal. Shame permeated every cell in Seshat's body. She had proved unworthy of the gentle Botanists. It was better for Elliott to take charge of the Sapphire before Seshat relinquished it and herself to the Sith Lord pursuing her.
She bought a ticket for Sacramento, California, and sat in the Greyhound terminal, clutching her backpack to her chest and looking around, alert to her surroundings. It was going to be a long wait for the bus and an even longer journey once Seshat boarded. She just hoped that she could be far away from the Sith before he could positively locate her and take the jewel. Her behaviour had already been a travesty to all that the Botanist's had taught her. She couldn't fail them utterly by losing the Massassi Sapphire to the Sith.
Seshat could feel his movement. He was swift, she sensed. Probably using some form of transport. And he was weaving in amongst the trees and thickets, following her trail. She shivered. Somehow the Sapphire had linked her and the Sith. As long as she possessed it, the Sith Lord would pursue her until he had her in his clutches to do with as he pleased. Again, Seshat shivered, this time from the undeniable thrill of thinking of this creature.
His golden eyes all but glowed in the night as she had straddled him, looking down in domination and triumph. So deep they were with untapped power and passion. Seshat could lose herself in the Sith's endless gaze, the rage and carnality she found there. His fluid movements could have been those of a dancer as much as of the killer Seshat knew the Sith was. Her breath had caught in awe of his beauty when the Sith had initially attempted to leap out of the pit. Every muscle worked in isolation from the other to create a graceful whole. Even the Sith's act of masturbation had been a deliberate one of liquid elegance. And the voice, used so rarely, that seemed to caress and compel. How could an agent of evil be so irresistible? How could Seshat, a Jedi-appointed guardian, be so susceptible to his influence?
Seshat closed her eyes and saw the Sith staring back at her, a look of furious amusement on his face. It was then that Seshat knew that, if she must die, she wanted to die by the Sith's hand. She wanted to die screaming with ardour for this vicious alien man. Seshat's body rippled in response to her vision and thoughts, and she felt herself smiling, despite her exhaustion and fear.
"Oh my God, Miss, are you alright?"
Seshat's eyes flew open to behold a middle-aged woman standing over her, worry wrinkling her face. The woman was staring at Seshat's legs, so Seshat followed the woman's gaze to find that her jeans were dripping with blood. Seshat jumped from her seat, which was puddled up with blood, and ran to the ladies' restroom, leaving a trail behind her.
As she cleaned herself up and allowed herself to cry, Seshat vowed not to drift into reverie about the Sith Lord again. Her dream of bleeding for wont of him was becoming reality now. It was finally too much for Seshat to withstand. The terror ripped through her and she burst out of the restroom and the stale air of the bus terminal, into the quaintness of the small Canadian town.
Looking around for any sign of the Sith Lord, Seshat placed her pack on her back and began to walk. It was still two hours before the bus arrived and she couldn't bear the thoughts of staying confined to the terminal, fighting her thoughts the entire time.
Maul watched Seshat run from the terminal and make her way down the street. At last he had found her. He could sense the Massassi Sapphire muffled in a metal prison, and its power swept over him in ecstasy. The Sith Lord must have the jewel. His quest was one of need now. It belonged to the Sith and no one would stand in the Order's way to retrieve the treasure.
Emerging from his resting place, Maul followed Seshat down the street. The sun shone upon him so brightly that not even Maul's blue-hued secondary eyelids could help him withstand its brightness, so he covered his head with the hood of his cloak Everyone who passed him saw only the glamour Maul had wrapped around himself: that of a calmly dangerous young human male. Not a person to be reckoned with, surely.
Seshat paused briefly and looked around, sensing the Sith Lord's presence despite his Force cloaks to remain concealed from the forest child, at least for now. The signal was weak and she did not see him, proceeding around the corner. Maul smiled as he watched her. He would enjoy taming this one, making her pay for her violation of him. And such a pretty victim she would be, he thought, envisioning Seshat's plump hips quivering at his touch as he bit into her shoulder, making her beg for the joyous torment of his carnal worship. Yes, her breaking would linger in Maul's fonder memories for all time, he was certain.
Rounding the corner after her, Maul found himself in a crowd of human females. They were assembled in front of a cinema, whatever that was, and they were highly agitated. The air crackled with an energy Maul could only describe as a primal, unbridled Force. As he moved through them, trying to keep Seshat in sight, one of the women looked directly at him and said, "Are you real?"
The women nearby looked around to see what was going on and, to Maul's surprise, one of them screamed ~ not in fear, but in excitement. Surely they could not see past his glamour! A stab of fear shot through the Sith Lord as the women surrounded him, all speaking at once about what, he did not understand. Maul caught phrases like "He has blue eyes!" and "Check for the earring!" as he looked over the deluge to see Seshat slip away.
Bombarded from all sides by the human females, Lord Maul crouched suddenly and shot straight into the air, backflipping to the other side of the street. He glanced up at the cinema's sign as the women made their way across the road to reach him, and Maul saw the unbelievable: on the sign was a perfect representation of himself! How could this be? What strange power was at work on this planet that Maul's distinct visage would be featured so prominently? How did these women see past his glamour and why did they react in such a manner? And what in Force's name was a cinema? The Sith Lord stared up at himself in amazement, but only for a moment. The females were swiftly approaching and Maul feared that their attentions may prove deadly. Striking them all down would bring too much attention, so flight was his only recourse for now.
By the time the females made it to where the Sith Lord had leapt, all they found was the heady scent of cinnamon and an exotic musky aroma. Maul was long gone and on the trail of Seshat once more.
He found her in a park, walking in amongst the trees. Now was the time for the initial revelation, just to let her know that he was present and that escape was simply impossible.
As Seshat rounded a tree and looked out across the park, she saw the Sith Lord mere yards away, his hood sheltering his horned head. When he looked up at her, Seshat beheld pure blue eyes shining from the Sith's red and black face. So shocking it was to see the creature just standing there, gazing at her menacingly, that Seshat lost the strength in her legs and fell to her knees. What had happened to his eyes?
The moment Seshat fell, Lord Maul began to stride toward her. He had no intention of capturing her now. No, he wanted to draw out the sweetness of her fear, savour it with a dread delight. A sort of merriment welled in Darth Maul's chest as he felt Seshat's terror and desire wash over him almost as strongly as the resonance from the Massassi Sapphire. He watched Seshat scramble backwards to distance herself from the Sith Lord to no avail. He was over her now, standing majestically and casting his eerie blue stare upon her.
Seshat covered her eyes and screamed. But nothing happened.
The Sith Lord was gone. Could she possibly have imagined his presence? Might she be going mad?

Above her Maul lay in a great tree, feline and predatory, appreciating the friction of the branch against his growing manhood. He watched with satisfaction as Seshat drew shakily to her feet and hurried as best as she could back to the supposed safety of the Greyhound bus terminal. The game of madness had begun.