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The Burning Times ((Vivid and Dark_Times))

Even if it were just a plot to get inside of his head, Moira wouldn’t know how to kill him from there. All that would be going into his mind would be her thoughts. It wasn’t as she could project nasty things without a physical body to generate energy with.

“How can I tell you the name of something I have no idea about?” she asked. A look of surprise had crossed her face. So this thing, whatever it was, knew that she was very much around. It was a lot more aware of its surroundings than what she thought it would be. Could it be that whatever it was had been watching them from a different medium for this entire time. “If he wants me to come in, you should let me. I won’t bring harm to you via your mind. I just don’t know how but I am betting any money that this guy can.”

She took his hand. It was a bold move but she needed to help somehow. Then again it could have been a hoax to get her to use magic and then to be fried again with the collar. The young witch never would find out unless she took the chance. This was an interesting predicament she found herself in.

“You can rest on the bed if you want. It should make you more comfortable and relaxed.”
 
Do ask she says Jack, or perhaps you should ignore me, and then I can show you how much I can hurt you.


He moved over to the bed and lay down, he had been caught off guard when she took his hand but did not force her to let go. "What are you going to do?", he needed to know, otherwise he would have to stop this right then and there.
 
Moira winced as she thought of a way to explain it. Sometimes it was hard to describe something if the other person was not apart of that world. She decided to give Jack the benefit of the doubt. He was likely taught about such things for his training as a Hunter.

She sat at the foot of the bed and smiled at him. “What I am going to do, or try to do, is enter your mind by astral projection. Without my physical body all I will be able to do is converse with this thing in your brain. I won’t be able to hurt you in anyway.”
 
He nodded, "Ok, that seems about right, I'll let you go ahead with it", he was still rather suspicious of this but if it might get rid of the voice he wanted to try it. "Make sure you are careful, it seems to be able to harm me, and I don't need it to injure me", he would contact the boss about this once he knew more about it.


Oh wonderful, this is where it gets fun
 
She nodded her head and closed her eyes. It did not take her much to get in that Alpha state that it took to project her energy outside of her body. From outside herself, she watched her body slump against Jake. Not a muscle moved. No matter how many times she saw that it was always disconcerting. She floated over his body. He would not be able to see her if he didn’t have any magical abilities and slowly she lowered herself down on him.

Instead of seeing his insides she was in a black and open expanse. It must have been the energy that housed his thoughts and brainwaves. She looked around but nothing could be seen. “Hello?” she called out. Her voice sounded weird and distorted. “I am here to talk.”
 
Jack was a little startled when Moira slumped against him, though it was not exactly an unpleasant experience.

Hello Moira, its good to meet you, I take it that you have some idea as to what I am


Jack could not help but run his eyes over Moira's unconscious body, he was tempted, but this was not the time, he would get to that after she had found out more about the voice.
 
In all honesty, Moira had no idea what he could possibly be. She couldn’t see him and she wondered what was going to happen. If she had to be completely honest she felt very frightened about the entire situation. She was happy that she didn’t have a physical body or else she would have been shaking. This was all too much.

“Well, I either figured out you are a witch or a spirit of some sort,” she replied. “That is the only thing I can think of. You certainly don’t act like a demon though. At least, you haven’t yet.”
 
Right you are young lady, with the spirit guess anyway, as for my name, that I will keep to myself for the moment, now, Jacky boy here is a very useful host, through him I could undo almost everything technology has done

Jack could hear all of this, but chose to stay silent in case he interrupted the process.

Personally, I think you should get to know him better, from what I can see of his mind in here he'd like that a lot

Jack growled hearing this, the last thing he needed was this thing talk about his own thoughts.
 
Moira was shocked that the spirit was not giving a name. Damn it! She wished she had something to write with. Her grandmother had said that if a spirit was reluctant to give a name, they were forced to answer and answer truthfully. What he said did intrigue her though. Destroy technology? It was a tempting idea but she batted that away from the corners of her mind.

“I do not wish to see more bloodshed,” she replied. “The witches will have their time for power again. You know as well as I do that time moves in a circle.” Then she paused. What did the spirit mean by that? Jack hated witches. It was very unlikely that he would want to get to know her. “Don’t be silly. The hunter doesn’t like me in the least. I am pretty sure he would kill me if he didn’t need the free servant.”
 
The voice laughed, it took on a tone of insanity before correcting itself.

Don't believe me? Ask him yourself, I grow weary of chat, I will get him to tell you the next time I want to talk

Jack was beginning to feel something growing in his mind, a separate consciousness, the spirit seemed to be planning to stay for a while. "Not good, not fucking good", he eased himself out from below Moira and began to pace while he waited for her to come to.
 
It did not take her long to wake. Her eyes flitted open, her eyelashes batting softly off of her cheeks as she did so. Her head swam. It always did after she projected herself and the fact that she entered someone else subconscious did very little to aid this feeling. She sat up and placed a hand on her head. She looked to him, concern in her eyes.

“I wasn’t able to find out much,” she told him. “Only that he can bring destruction on technology. Or that he at least planned to.”

Her face flushed and she was tempted to ask if what the spirit said was true or just a way to knock her off kilter. “He also told me that you liked me but that was probably just to fuck with my head,” she finally told him. She sat there, chest heaving up and down as she recovered from her experience.
 
Jack growled, "I'd sooner die than see this empire fall by my own hands, you should know I'm serious about that". He could feel the other consciousness growing, yet staying silent, that he was grateful before. He was staring straight at her as he spoke, but when she mentioned what the spirit had said about him liking her he tripped over his words, but only slightly.

Easy there Jack, or she might find out, cant have that can you
 
She looked up at him and bit her lip. She understood how he felt. She then stood up and started to look around. There was no way that he was going to share the bed or give it up for her so she had to find a nice place to curl up. “Do you have any extra blankets?” she asked, changing the subject. “I am wondering. I need to make myself a cot on the floor or a chair or something.”

Moira had not noticed his stumbling. It wasn’t something that she normally was able to pick up. She gave a stretch, unintentionally showing off the curves of her body.
 
"Extra? Hell no, this room is only set up for me, though seeing as your grandmother has been admitted here I guess you could sleep in my bed, I have work to complete anyway", he placed his gun on a rack in a large metal case and locked the door. He did the same with his armour and stood there in cargo pants and a tank top, he forced himself to tear his eyes away as she stretched, he had a hard time doing so.
 
Moira noticed the way he looked. How could any warm blooded woman not? The many hours of training had done his body amazingly well. Her cheeks turned bright red as she looked away. It was horrible for her to think such things. “You know,” she said before she could stop herself. “I would feel horrible if I kicked you out of your own bed.” Quickly she added. "I really wouldn't mind sleeping on the floor, even if you do have work."
 
He froze hearing he last sentence, then raised an eyebrow, "That's not what you meant, is it...", he laughed, "That last part was just a cover up wasn't it". He leaned against the wall by his bed and produced the control for her collar, "Oh looky here, I found my remote", he turned the power down low and gave Moira a light shock.
 
The woman gave out a soft gasp as her whole body tightened at the shock. It hadn’t been as bad as it was before but it still hurt. She whimpered and backed away. How sick! To cause her pain because he thought she had meant something else. Her cheeks burnt in anger and humiliation. Part of it was true. Even though virginal Moira would never think anything past a sleep in the same bed, the thought of being so close to him made her a little… hot on the inside.

“I just meant that it wouldn’t be too bad if we slept in the same bed,” she replied in a whisper. Her brow furrowed and much more loudly she replied, “What is it with you and that damned thing?”
 
He smiled at the idea of sharing a bed with her, "You may have a point there, oh, and this little toy", he held up the remote, "Is great fun, if your good I'll turn it down even more". He paced slowly over and back from his bed to the wall about five times before sitting on the bed, he thought to himself for a moment and then lay backwards to relax properly.
 
She scowled. Moira was not a child anymore and she didn’t need to be patronized. She crossed her arms and looked over at him laying back on the bed. He was a handsome man, to be sure. The beautiful woman bit her lip and walked over to him and sat beside him. “You shouldn’t use that on me at all.” She laid backwards too and looked at him. She smiled. “That is not the right way to treat a lady, I’ll have you know.”

It seemed that she was a natural flirt. Though she had no clue that she was. She just thought she was being fun.
 
He watched her calmly, his expression happy, which was odd for him. As she lay down he felt his heart rate climb slightly, and he formed a quick and half-assed plan to get back at her. When she made that comment on how to treat a lady he easily forced that menacing look onto his face and lowered his voice to a growl, "You think you can tell me how to treat people".

With one swift movement he had shifted from lying on his back to straddling her waist, he then smiled again, "Don't worry, I know you'd never really try that, I mean you do belong to me after all".
 
Her eyes widened when he switched positioned. Her breathing became much faster, making her chest rise up and down quickly. A mix of fear, surprise, and interest swam in her bright green eyes. The muscles in his thighs were easily bigger than her entire waist. He would not need much to keep her pinned down. The way he said that he belonged to her both thrilled and scared her.

“W-what do you mean by that?” she asked in a squeak. “I mean, how do you know I would never treat you like that because you own me?”
 
He chuckled, "For several reasons my dear, first of all being that lovely collar your wearing, second being that we both know the damage I could do if you push me, I mean, it is my job to kill". He leaned close to her face, "But then where would I be without my special new slave", he grinned cruelly at Moira.
 
Fear made her freeze. Her eyes locked on his as he leaned closer. All of the alarms in her head were going off though for the life of her she couldn’t move. Being shocked again did not sit well with her. Nor did dying. A lump formed in her throat. This had stopped being fun for her.

“I am not sure what you mean…” though, even as pure of body as she was, she was staring to figure out. She squirmed a little bit and looked away from him. “I-it’s been a long, hard day for both of us. Why don’t we just get some sleep?”
 
He smiled at her reactions, he found his sense of control growing when he saw her like this. He slowly turned her head so she was looking at him again, "Your being well behaved, you have nothing to fear", he was close to adding something else but decided against it. Jack then slid his hand around the back of her neck and kissed her.

"Yes", he said after breaking away, "It has been a long day, but personally, I think its better to relax than to sleep".
 
She was forced to look at him again. Moira knew where this was going now. He intended her to be used for his pleasure. That is not what she wanted! But she was too afraid to do anything. Part of her didn’t want to do anything to stop him. She had to remain on his good side for her own safety. Not to mention she did like the way he looked.

The lovely young witch simply laid there as his lips touched hers. It was her first kiss! She closed her eyes and her heart beat rapidly in her chest. This was certainly not the way she expected she would first be kissed. As he pulled away her eyes opened.

“Don’t you think this is moving a little fast?” she asked. Her voice was breathy and full of need.
 
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