So I’ve had the idea for this one floating around for a while and I just started, writing it, so I thought I’d post it.
I should probably state it does have a little bit of violence and some blood in it, so yeah, you’ve been warned.
So at the moment this is called Angel for Flesh, but it’s a working title, I just needed something to call it.
Laughter rang out though the night. A quiet jest of what should be joy, followed by the screams of lost innocence, in the agony of unwanted pleasure. You would think in a city so big and full that it bustled, with the squirms of untold life, someone would care enough to stop and listen.
But to the minds of humans the vastness of such exquisite agony, was to small when compared to their own individuality.
He stood fast in the belief that no one would peer into the darkness, for fear of viewing their deepest fears. For all of this city must walk the line, never straying into the dark or the light, for they maybe swallowed by it.
The cruel slowness of his, quick and torturous act, would haunt her until the day she chose to paint her world scarlet. And with the cracking of her throat she believed she would taste such pleasure tonight. He on the other hand, knew he would be rolling in it for days to come and even more so if he was to see her again.
He never felt more pleasure than in these moments, singularly cut out from his life by their intensity. But tonight was different. Tonight was singularly more magnificent then any that had come before. The thought of putting her in this sinful state, had made him shiver even before he had touched her flesh.
Footsteps ripped him out of his jubilation. He quickly clad himself in his armour, which had been scrubbed clean from any dirt, so as to not suggest what lurked beneath. She lay behind him unconscious. Her wilted body looking much more relaxed than it should have done.
“She’s not dead right?” the voice asked out of the darkness, the owner of the footsteps, bringing like to a haunting sound. He relaxed, his armour clinking at the seems, as he put down his shield.
He bared his perfectly straight teeth and let loose a stifled laugh, a fragile echo of the one that streaked through the night before. A nervous attempt to create familiarity. “No just unconscious. I think I got a little excited with this one.”
“Well I can understand why” the footsteps said, as the owner of them came into the light. His hat and suit, suggesting class he did not posses.
The light glinted upon the metallic symbolization of his rand and station. “This one something. I’m a little jealous you got to her first, mate.” the officer cracked a smile that displayed several false teeth.
“I would say take her, but I think I might keep this one” his smile grew wider, his white teeth flashing in the moonlight that was gently beginning to drift into the alley.
“Come on Karl share” the officer half jested, bending down to run his fingers through the girls long brown hair.
A shadow flitted across the moon, pausing Karl in his response. “Maybe we should go” he muttered, moving slightly towards her, as his eyes drifted to the starless sky.
“Aww and I thought we could have some fun” a new voice spoke from above and a figure materialised out of the building beside them. They swished towards Karl and the officer. Their face shadowed by long black tresses.
“We would love to play with you, darling” Karl smirked, the rotten darkness was screaming out for this woman, even without him seeing her face, he could tell she was beautiful, perhaps even better than the woman that lay behind him.
“I’m sorry, mate, but we don’t have time for that” the officer said, not even bothering to take his eyes off of the girl that lay before him. “Get rid of her, quickly”. Sighing with disappointment Karl pulled out his knife and ran for the girl.
The sound of flesh being parted by metal followed. Permeated only by the grunts and groans of death, which were soon silenced by the thump of a body hitting the ground.
“Come on, help me life her” the officer called. He moved to lift her feet, but was stopped by the feeling of dread that ran up his back and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Slowly he reached into his coat and spinning round he drew his gun.
the mussel of the gun landed pressed over the heart of the heavenly gorgeous woman that stood behind him.
The moonlight glistened on the scarlet blood – that had once belonged to Karl – which was splashed across her left side.
“Who are you?” the officer whispered.
She smiled an animalistic smile, which showed her extended k-nines. “Honey, you couldn’t even comprehend”.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her hand move and without stopping to think, he pulled the trigger.
Blood exploded behind her, showering down in little ruby droplets, as two long pieces of metal burst from her back. Like wild beasts that had been set free from their cage, they shot out with vicious finality, towards the moon and then spread out to cast an ominous shadow over the officer, blotting out the shine of the full moon.
“What are you?” the officer shook from head to toe, his gun almost slipping from his fingers.
She threw her head back and a soft groan slipped between her lips. Then with a shiver, she truned her gaze back to him.
“What am I? I’m you’re best nightmare, honey” she smiled as she flexed her wings and came at him.
“I’m home Laz” Nixar called, pulling off her blood soaked jacket and throwing it into the corner, where a dog waited eagerly to tear it to shreds. “Still haven’t gotten rid of the mutt” she half muttered, as she headed for the stairs.
“What was that about my precious Liza?” Laz smirked as Nixar entered his room.
The huge inky purple curtains were closed as usual and the ancient chandelier that hung from the ceiling, cast a half light, which didn’t reach the corners of the room. A shattered mirror hung half fallen on the wall, between the door and the fireplace, which sparked with its usual blue flames. Next to this was the door into the bathroom. The furthest corner from the window housed a four poster bed, which could easily sleep 4 people, it had satin sheets and heavy curtains.
“What do you have for me today?” Laz asked, leaning back in his chair. Nixar smiled, she could feel Laz’s eager eyes on her , but she took her time walking over to him. The mossy red carpet, squelched silently under her bare feet.
Finally she reached him and gently pulled out a piece of black cloth. Setting it lightly on the desk between them, she let the pieces of material slip through her fingers. They drifted to the desk top, like raven feathers, to reveal the bloody mess of flesh within.
“The best I could find. ‘Comparative evil'”.
Laz’s smile grew malicious and he gestured for her to come to him.
Swiftly she settled herself into his lap, her entire body relaxing as she settled into him, breathing in his familiar scent. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in closer, as he whispered in her ear. “Let’s have a bite”.
Nixar reached over the desk to pick up the flesh. As she did so Laz’s arms tightened around her, a sign of his eager anticipation and possessiveness. She revelled in the feeling of his constraints, tightening her own grip on the flesh. It oozed blood, which slithered through her fingers, thick; a statement of it’s defiance, for being removed from its master.
She raised it to her lips. Her breath coming out short, as Laz flexed around her.
Blood spilled over her lips, as she bit into the flesh, wandering down her chin. In one swift move Laz caught the droplet before it fell. He gently ran it up her chin and smudged it across her bottom lip with his thumb. Hesitantly she licked the blood from his finger. Suddenly he pulled her head upwards and leaning down pressed his lips to hers, running his tongue over her bottom lip. She let out a small grasp, as his hold around her tightened, her own grip mimicking his, sending streams of blood down her arm to drip from her elbow to her bare thigh.
“So sweet” he whispered as their lips parted. She hung for a moment, trying her best to hold onto the sensation of his kiss.
His hand slipped down to guide her, blood covered one, to his mouth, so he could take a bite. He never broke his eye contact with her, as he ate.
Once finished he began to clean the blood off her, first her palm, then each of her finger, finally down her arm. Until she couldn’t take it any more. Lifting her hand, she splayed it across his cheek, begging him to close the distance between their lips.
He obliged, leaning down to press his lips to hers. She pursed her lips, allowing him entrance to her mouth. His mouth and tongue, tasted sickly sweet. Beckoning her to become intoxicated on his kisses.
A vicious delight, cut too short by the parting of their lips.
“More” she whispered.
“So greedy today” he smirked, the pleasure in his voice only driving her greed. “How are your brother and sisters?” he asked to in a wicked attempt change the subject.
“Fine, fat and fed” Nixar muttered back, a pout forming on her rouged lips.
He laughed softly at her pout. “Well since you’ve done such a good job, perhaps I shall give you a reward” he whispered. Making her shiver, as he ran his long finger tips, down her body. “But what to give you?” he questioned, his fingers still tracing her body.
“Wicked” she whimpered, shivering with his every touch.
“The most wicked. But you love my wickedness” he whispered, before tilting her head back and kissing her, deeply, passionately, wickedly.
Nixar scrubbed at her arm to make sure all the blood had been washed away. The bubbles popped around her as she plunged her hand back into the water, which had turned a delicate shade of pink, reminding her of freshly bruised skin.
She smiled at the thought, before rising and wrapping herself in a towel, exiting the bathroom.
“Fresh?” Laz asked, before taking her hand and pressing his lips to the back. He nipped it gently, before letting go.
Nixar stretched “Fresh” she answered pulling on some clean clothes from the huge dark wood wardrobe, which won’t look out of place in a castle.
Laz watched her for a moment, before returning to his papers. “Your siblings were calling” he said, his attention obviously drifting.
“I’ll be back soon” Nixar called, as she headed for the door.
“Feed the dog”
“I gave him my jacket earlier. When are you going to get rid of that thing?” she paused in the doorway her head tilted to one side slightly, a quiet smile playing across her lips.
“Perhaps tomorrow” Laz muttered. The same old answer. She did not understand why he seemed to love Liza so much, but then again she did not deign to suggest she understood Laz.
She mentally shook herself, as she hurried downstairs to find out what her siblings wanted.
“Peter, why were you calling for me?” Nixar asked, crouching down, so that she was closer to him.
“She was making a fuss over the fact, she doesn’t have a name yet.”
Nixar moved over to the one Peter had gestured to. She lay to one side, away from the others.
Nixar stared down at her for a moment and she turned and stared right back. Then Nixar kicked her square in the face.
“You will be given a name, when you have earned it” Nixar yelled down at her. The other crowded round, looks of utter awe, plastered on their faces.
Nixar glared down at her whimpering form for a moment, before walking back to the door.
“Peter, make sure she is punished appropriately” Nixar spat over her shoulder.
“Yes of course” Peter answered, before crawling over to the whimpering form. She spluttered and groaned, a deformed tongue spoiling her words.
“I don’t want to hear it” Nixar said menacingly, before quickly closing the door begin herself. A strained scream, grappled for Nixar, as she walked away, but she shrugged it off and headed back to Laz’s room.
Oh this was something that helped inspire me when writing this, so I thought I’d just put it here at the end.