So I’ve talked about this – hopefully – novel in a one or two posts and I’ve been writing in up on the computer, so I thought I’d post what I’ve typed up so far.
Although I have written a lot more, this is what I’ve got. This novel also doesn’t have a blurb yet, because I’m not sure how it’s going to progress, which is a little odd for me, but maybe a good thing…
Angels for Flesh (working title)
Laughter rang out through 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 too 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 may be 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 that night.
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 than 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 clade 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 looked much more relaxed than it should have done.
“She’s not dead right?” The voice asked out of the darkness, the owner to the footsteps, bringing life to a haunting sound.
He relaxed, his armour clinking at the seams, as he put down his shield.
He bared his perfectly straight teeth. He 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, suggested class he did not possess. The light glinted upon the metallic symbolization of his rank and station. “This one’s 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 materialized 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 women, even without him seeing her face, he could tell she was beautiful.
“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 lift 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 about it, 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 a 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 slipped from his fingers.
She threw back her head and a soft groan slipped between her lips. Then with a shiver, she turned her gaze back to him.
“What am I? I’m your best nightmare, honey” she smiled as she flexed her wings and came at him.
“I’m home Laz” Nixar called, pulling off her blood socked 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 corner furthest 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 talking 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 inside.
“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 to him, as she whispered seductively 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, think; a statement of its 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 he pressed his lips to hers, running his tongue over her bottom lip. She let out a small gasp, 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 and then each finger, finally down her arm, until she couldn’t take it anymore. 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’s and sister’s?” he asked, in a wicked attempt to 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 fingers tips down her body. “But what to give you?” he mused, his fingers still tracing her body.
“Wicked” she whispered, 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 that 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.
“Oh feed the dog”
“I gave it my jacket earlier. When are you going to get rid of that that?” 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 didn’t 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 Peter.
“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.