Not What I Had In Mind

[heavens_pepsi]

As I slip into the nursery it's still odd not being seen when I'm right next to some one. But this has been my assignment for a few weeks now. Not that I've found much. A few demons, but no angels. Just a shit load of screaming mimi babies.

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[j4ck_b]

I am sitting out on the ledge with Edward and Christian keeping a look out when Edward turns to me and tells me to go check on the others. He senses something is wrong. Should have known this one wouldn't go as smoothly. We've already hit one hospital a couple of minutes ago. But that was us three, slipped in and slipped out unnoticed and now with our thirst slaked it was their turn

[heavens_pepsi]

The pain brings me to my knees and my wings soften but I still manage to hit my assailant enough for him to fall back his blade pulling from my chest. I fall forward unable to breath trying to remember how and who to call for help.

Everything is fuzzy and all I can hear is sinister laughter before I close my eyes losing consciousness.

[r4phi_k]

When the Angel knocks Jack he does one of his flips and lands back up on the ceiling with his sword ready for another attack. Except he doesn't need to as the Angel drops to his knees then keels over. I look over at Daniel. "We need a new toy don't we?"

He chuckles then walks over kneeling down at the Angels head. Swiftly he grabs him by the hair and slams his head hard enough to put a crack in the floor under it as the Angels blood leaks onto he tiles.. Alexis comments that he was already unconscious and Daniel comes back that he is just making sure. We don't want him waking up on the trip home. Those wings of his are damn deadly.

I look around before instructing Alexis to carry the Angel. "Time to move boys before we have more company like him."

[andrew_angel]

I sit up straight and look at Dan. "Something is wrong... Pepsi."

Closing my eyes I see blood, daggers, young death... vampires!

I stand my wings in full form. Opening my eyes I can see he senses it too. His large wings spread ready for flight. Killing Michael was not enough - now they are killing the human young.

[chr1stian_b]

I look up at the night sky and wonder where the hell Jack is. He should have been right behind us. Then there is a flash and he hits the dirt hard laying there fighting for breath and still managing to laugh as he holds his chest. I kneel down beside him. "Where the fuck were you, what happened?!" He just laughs and holds his hand up for me to help him.

I take it and get a jolt. I pull my hand back in a hurry. "Fucking hell Jack! That's not funny! You know one of these days you are gonna get yourself killed!" I frown at him and stand. "You and your fucking Angel power rushes.. get yourself up out of the dirt. We need to get in."

[al3xis_v]

We travel back through the Life Stream but when we get here Jack isn't with us so Christian stays behind to wait for him while we take the Angel down into the nest.

Gaspard wasn't here when we left but he is back now. I can smell him or more to the point. I can smell the human blood on him. "Long time no see old friend. Care for a bit of sport?" I drop the Angel on the floor as Gaspard walks out with Paul.

[innocentpaul]

I sneer at the angel they have thrown on the floor. He isn't dead just rather stunned. Why do we needs him here unless these friends get off on... oh. I chuckle and look at Gaspard.

"He's young. Should cry quite well."

[g_a_s_p_a_r_d]

I look down at the piece of Angel filth at my feet in disgust and growl. "He will do more than cry. He will wish he was never born!" I look to the others. "Take him down to the dungeon. Chain those wings of his before he wakes."

I turn to Paul. "You can either go snack on that young thing I brought back for you or come have some fun with the Angel, your choice?"

[edward_w]

I keep silent till we are in his chambers. I stop just inside the door and close it as I watch him pace back and forth. Then I speak. "War should not be a personal vendetta Gaspard. That Angel in there is not Michael, you killed him remember, he is gone."

He stalks over and gets in my face hissing at me.

I will see each and every one of them dead just like him!

"Why? Because of what he did to you? To Paul?"

He starts pacing once again.

You know what he did Edward! Of course it's for all of that! Would you not have this war?! We deserve to rule not them!

"Yes Gaspard, you know I am always up for war, it's in our blood to be feudal but..." I am taking a bit of a gamble here with him as it's rare anyone ever speaks like this to him. "I also know you loved Michael very much.." He stops instantly and looks at me hard and cold. I feel a tingle of fear in my gut but I continue. "Are you sure you are not hiding behind your rage."

Do tell Edward. What exactly am I hiding from.He speaks coldly and quietly and I fear the

[heavens_pepsi]

I no longer has the strength or the desire to heal myself. I can not bare more beatings like this. Unable to keep myself standing I slump and the weight of my body rips my wings through and I fall to the floor in a heap.

The smell of my own blood and the pain of so many wounds and shattered bones is too much. I stop healing and pray for death. The only part of my body able to continue to work are my eyes.

I look around albeit blurry as tears continue to flow. I was rescued from one hell only to be delivered into another. I curse my parents for bearing me and then I curse Stan for resurrecting me. All I ever wanted was to be needed and wanted. I never even asked for love knowing it was unreachable.

I close my eyes as try to block out the sound of their laughter as I wait for death to take me.

[edward_w]

I return to the dungeon to find the others minus Jack and Paul still in there and laughing at the Angel who has fallen to the floor. I scowl at them. "Now would not be the time to anger Gaspard." I raise my eyebrow at them. "Aren't you lot supposed to be out hunting for humans." That seems to take their interest once more and they leave telling me to enjoy my prize.

I walk around the Angel slowly looking him over. I've seen Gaspard do this to others, not with the same amount of rage, but the end result never the less much the same. Angels are notoriously hard to break, they fight on to their last breath but not this one. He hasn't even started healing himself. He is just laying there and I sense the darkness of death about him.

I toe his wing kicking it lightly. "You do realise you won't die by just lying there in your own blood and filth?"

[heavens_pepsi]

I groan, "Fuck

[heavens_pepsi]

I cry out as his fangs bury into my neck and his cock into my body. The pain from both almost overshadows the pleasure - almost. Not only is the physical incredibly intoxicating and exquisite, the mental is that much stronger.

The way he handles me, the way I can feel his cock swell and his release fill me, the way his mouth feels on my neck and his tongue laps and tastes my very blood - I feel completely and gloriously owned.

I feel as if I belong - to him.

My own orgasm rips through me and I feel my cum shoot against my stomach as he has me pressed against the wall. Gasping for breath I moan, writhe and cry out, "Please please yes yes yes!"

[edward_w]

I drink his blood down deeply as I empty my seed into him and smell the pungent odour of his own as he comes and pleads out his pleasure to me. I push back the parts of him that come through with his blood. There will be time to look at that later for now I want to concentrate on how glorious this feels.

I roll my hips and pump my cock into him slowly feeling it slick with my own come and his blood. The smells are intoxicating. I let go of his hair and grab his hip pulling him back from the wall then slipping my hand round to run my fingers through his seed on his stomach. My nails slice into the skin of his stomach and I feel the warmth of his blood mix with his semen. He gasps and groans and I bring my fingers up to his mouth. "Taste yourself Angel. Taste your virgin lust for me."

[heavens_pepsi]

Opening my mouth I greedily suck on his fingers moaning at the taste of my cum and blood on his fingers. I want to lavish his fingers with my lips and tongue, show him how strongly I do lust for him!

My wings begin to quiver and fold back feeling his body. His skin cold yet sweat drips all over him making my feathers cling to him. I whimper as I slip my tongue between two fingers hollowing my cheeks.

[edward_w]

The way he goes at my fingers so hungrily, licking and sucking his own blood and cum from them, has me practically purring with satisfaction. I feel his wings, the feathers so soft, press against me and I whisper in his ear. "You belong to me Angel.... and when the others use you... don't ever forget it." I renew my attack on his neck sinking my fangs back into him as my slackening cock slips out of him.

I hear him gasp, feel the sudden and quick intake of air rushing over the wetness on my fingers as he tenses slightly at the pain. But he doesn't stop or pull away as I suck deeply drawing his blood out of him feeling it ooze past my lips, slippery and hot, tangy. I let it flow freely drinking it down and taking in the coppery odor of what I miss as it runs down his skin staining his feathers.