House of Night 09 - Destined

what it’s like to be with a real man?”
    Priestess sighed and sounded bored. “You’re wrong on both counts: I am not simply a vampyre, and this is no boy.”
    “Hey, what you mean by that?”
    Priestess ignored the man and looked over her shoulder at Aurox.
    “ Now you should protect me. Show me what kind of weapon I command.”
    He obeyed her without conscious thought. Aurox closed on the man with no hesitation. In one swift movement, Aurox plunged his thumbs into the man’s staring eyeballs, which made the screaming begin.
    The man’s terror washed over him, feeding him. As simply as drawing a breath, Aurox inhaled the pain he was causing. The power of the man’s terror swelled through him, pumping hot and cold. Aurox felt his hands hardening, changing, becoming more. What had been normal fingers became claws. He pulled them from the man’s eyes when the blood began to seep from his ears. With the borrowed power of pain and fear, Aurox lifted the man, slamming him against the wall of the nearest building.
    The man screamed again.
    What a wonderful, terrible thrill! Aurox felt more of the change ripple through his body. Mere human feet became cloven hooves. The muscles of his legs thickened. His chest heaved and split the shirt he had been wearing. And most wonderful of all, Aurox felt the thick deadly horns that swelled from his head.
    By the time the man’s three friends ran into the alley to help him, he had stopped screaming.
    Aurox dropped the man to the filth and turned to place himself between Priestess and those who might believe they could cause her harm.
    “What the fuck?” The first man skidded to a halt.
    “I ain’t never seen nothin’ like that,” said the second man.
    Aurox was already absorbing the fear that was beginning to radiate from them. His skin pulsed with the cold fire of it.
    “Is they horns? Ah, hell no! I’m outta here.” The third man turned and scurried back the way he had come. The other two began to back slowly away, eyes wide, shocked and staring.
    Aurox looked to Priestess. “What is your command?” In some distant part of his mind, he wondered at the sound of his voice—how it had become so guttural, so bestial.
    “Their pain makes you stronger.” Priestess looked pleased. “And different, more fierce. ” She looked at the two retreating men and her full upper lip lifted in a sneer. “Isn’t that interesting … Kill them.”
    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 alley. 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