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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[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 rage that what I say next may unleash. I lower my voice and tone. "That you just killed someone you love."

At that instead of the outburst I expect he turns away from me. It is as I thought. "Gaspard. No amount of hatred or war is ever going to change what you truly feel." I walk to him and place my hand on his shoulder. "It also does not take away from your love for Paul. You do not need to doubt yourself. It is true. We all feel it in your blood."

I keep my hand on his shoulder and walk around in front of him. The pain on his face is incredible. "I am as always your most faithful servant Gaspard. I clarify this for you because without your mind clear this war will fail. Vengeance has no place in your decisions. War is about control and that alone. Who has it and who doesn't and how to get it." He looks up at me and I see reason amongst all the pain.

I pat his shoulder then move to walk to the door knowing that my message has been received. "I will go find out what I can from this Angel." He turns his head and looks at me and I smile at him. "And I will have fun doing it." He smiles back at me. I nod my head as I reach to open the door. "Well met cousin." He nods his head at me. "My lord." I grin and give him a small bow before walking out. I can hear his laughter as I walk down the hall.

[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."

I thought I could. I should have paid closer attention in training.

Not recognizing this one's voice, although I know it to be a new voice, I assume he is here for another round of beating me.If I can not die this way, a beating now would only be more painful.

Taking deep a breath as I can with my broken ribs I start to heal. My bones first, my wings are useless to me now. The know of their power and I ain't flying anywhere in here.

Within a few minutes I feel my bones healed, but I can not open my eyes to look upon the stranger as they are both swollen shut. Struggling to my knees I keep my head bent as I heal my face. I know there are lacerations and bruises all over my body, but at least now I can take whatever this one has in store for me... and I can commit his face to memory to burn in hell.

I raise my head and look at him. I have to gasp softly at his ..beauty, no not beauty... at his presence perhaps. Confidence, grace, fierceness and even his sex. I am almost ashamed that I can think such things after what his kind has done to me... but the feeling hits me harder than anything anyone of them of done to me so far.

[edward_w]

I watch him closely as he heals himself. Then once he is done he looks up at me and I find with some amusement that he seems to like what he sees. I also realise that he is rather young to be a fully fledged Angel. To be his age and already out working is unusual.

I squat down on my haunches in front of him and take a hold of his hair in my hand turning his face so I can look him over closely. Very young. "You like what you see Angel?"

[heavens_pepsi]

My body trembles and my eyes grow large. I know I should spit in his face, pull away... insult him. My breathing quickens and I glare at him. Confidence and arrogance - a combination I've always been attracted to.

I yank away from him and turn my face from him. I've suffered so much, I can not give into lust.

[edward_w]

Oh yes he likes what he sees alright. I find this highly amusing. But I also asked him a question and he didn't answer me. Quick as a flash I grab his face, this time digging my nails into the flesh of his jaw, and dragging him upright with me as I stand.

I hold his face to mine looking into his eyes with a bit of a smirk. "Come on Angel show me some spirit. Answer me."

[heavens_pepsi]

Again I tremble hissing at the pain of his nails piercing my flesh. Digging into my past, the days on the street I growl, "All I see is prick with too much attitude and more than likely not enough cock to back it up!"

I bite my lower lip and curl my toes knowing I desperately want to find out and hating myself for it.

[edward_w]

I chuckle in his face. "So you do like what you see then." I flick my arm and throw him into the wall. He hits with a hard thump and slides to his knees once again. I am there in a flash grabbing him once more and holding him up against the wall. I hold his face to mine and look into his eyes speaking low. "Do you want to know how big my cock is Angel?"

I pull away a little and let my eyes travel over him. He is quite a nice specimen. "I could tell you, but it's not quite the same is it, not like actually feeling it, hard and thick, thrusting and filling you." I bring my eyes up to his once more. "Is it?"

[heavens_pepsi]

I'm forgetting fast that this is a vampire bent on torturing me - and he is doing a damn fine job torturing me with his teasing words.

I've never - never been with anyone. One the streets I saw alot and got propositioned alot. And a few times almost raped, but I was always saved by some one. Somewhere in my mind I know this is rape - could be rape - but the way he says it, the look in his eyes, his strong hand on my face...

"I could tell you, but it's not quite the same is it, not like actually feeling it, hard and thick, thrusting and filling you... Is it?"

My chest rises and falls fast as visions of him dominating me fill my head causing my lips to part and whimper, "No."

[edward_w]

I push his face to the side sniffing his neck and licking my lips. The smell of his blood already spilled sits in my nostrils but there is another smell on him. Virgin. Not that I need to smell him to know that.

I do not know which I want to do first. Feed on him or break him in.

"Mmmm I smell virgin." I chuckle at him. "Would be fun to break you in. To use your tight hole for my own pleasure." I take a step back holding him at arm's length and look him in the eye once more. "I do believe you want me to do exactly that don't you." I smile slyly. "You are thinking about it aren't you? You can admit it to me. I won't tell."

[heavens_pepsi]

His face so close to my neck, his voice so sultry... oh fuck when he talks about fucking me - his words so crude... my cock is suddenly so hard and aching. I know he would be brutal to me, but it would be him!

"You are thinking about it aren't you? You can admit it to me. I won't tell."

My fingers splay out against my wings as the are slightly folded behind me. They are so sensitive, especially when I am aroused that the shaking of my hands makes them tremble.

"Yes... yes..."

[edward_w]

I sense his movement and let my eyes wander down to where his hands press against his feathers and I see them tremble. The combination of pale skin, feathers and blood is a nice one. I can also sense the heat from his sex and that's where my eyes travel to next. My eyes take in his bulge before looking back up at him. "Mmmmm yes I think you will do nicely."

I let go of him and take a step back. "Turn around for me Angel." I groan softly to myself as I feel my cock start to fill with blood. I could so easily force him but I would prefer this one give himself over. It's so much more of a thrill. "Offer yourself to me."

[heavens_pepsi]

I turn and place my hands on the wall and lean my chest against them. My wings are quite long so I slowly spread them out letting the feathers shake and tremble with the feel of the cool air hitting them.

"Offer yourself to me."

Gasping I look back over my shoulder moaning at the sight. He may be vampire and a murderer, but right now he is pure sex and I want him more than anything I've ever wanted in my life.

But I don't know what he wants. Do I beg, undress....My shirt is already torn from my body and there is not much left of my jeans either. Slipping my hand down I unsnap and lower my zipper allowing my jeans to fall free of my hips.

I've never worn underwear and my shoes were lost somewhere in my earlier beating. Lowering my eyes ashamed of how whorish I am being I lift my right foot out of my jeans and place it back on the floor at more than shoulders length from my left.

Arching my back and pressing my ass out my entire body is trembling and my wings shake with anticipation. Raising my eyes I look back at him and lick my lips, "I am yours... master."

[edward_w]

Quick as a flash I move forward and my hand is in his hair. I pull his head back then smash his face into the wall as I growl at him. "Don't get ahead of yourself Angel!"

He grunts as his face connects with the rock and I yank his head back once again to watch the blood spill from his split lip and ooze out of his busted nose. My eyes change, my fangs emerge and my cock fully engorges at the sight of his blood. "A much better look for you."

Then I move behind him as I release my cock from the confines of my pants. I let go of his hair and run my fingers through his blood then reach down wiping his own blood in the crack of his ass before grasping his cheeks with my hands, my nails cutting into his flesh as I spread him wide. Then I hiss in satisfaction as I sink my large cock forcefully into his tight virgin hole.

[heavens_pepsi]

The slam against the wall is nothing to compared to the pain of his cock thrust inside me. I scream out in anguish. I feel like I'm being torn in half!

My finger nails scrape along the wall and I try in vain to catch my breath. I know I could get him off me with my wings if I was angered - but anger I do not feel!

Pain yes, but absolute exhilaration and yes even pleasure shoot through me. He's taking me his way. Pleasuring himself with my body!

I want more I want more of the pain, the pleasure, the feeling of being used! Pressing back against him I beg, "Fuck me, fuck me."