It had been quite a while since I saw
her last. She was a regular to the club but for some reason she quite
coming for about a month or so. When I saw her I almost didn't
recognize her, it was her wings that told me who she was. Angel. That
of coarse wasn't her name, but what I called her. She had grown out
her hair over the coarse of the year, long flowing locks of natural
red hair that she split over her shoulders revealing her pale back.
On her back were two very intricate wings inked onto her skin. Hence
the reason I call her Angel.
The very first time I ever walked into
“Doras Gealai” nightclub I saw her and have been held in silent
awe of her beauty. I would laugh and dance with my friends and would
long to go over and talk to her but I never got up the guts. She was
a fabulous dancer, her lithe body would move to the music in a way
that made me tingle just watching her. According to the bar tender
and the waitresses she was kind but odd. This of coarse didn't detir
me since I was a bit of an odd bird myself.
I had gotten a job as a waitress at
the club recently, giving me an excuse to come to the club and gawk
at her, but was disapointed to find out she had stopped coming. That
is, until tonight. I saw her walk into the club dressed in a very
sexy navy blue shirt with full sleeves but almost no back, a short
black leather skirt, and fishnet tights. I couldn't believe my eyes
she was so stunning. In the short time I had worked at Doras Geakai I
found out that some of the customers weren't your average Joes. Many
had quirks and specialty orders.
There was a young man who always
ordered the sea salt siren's call drink, an original creation of the
bar tender's that tasted like a sweet fruit juice yet smelt of sea
air. A young lady with very blue eyes always got a cherry blosson
delight; a girl with blue hair and tattoos on her face got the Valkyrie Vengeance; a young man that gave off such an attractive pheromone that even I, a lesbian, couldn't handle being in his
presence for more than a minute always ordered a drink that was the
color of the moon and smelt of rain. All these customers were
different, had an odd air about them, but were always polite and
civil to me. Plus they tipped well. I came to find out that Angel
almost never ordered the same drink. I smiled, she was adventurous then.
It was a usual night, she had been
coming regularly again, and I had just brought the blue eyed girl her
drink when a gentle tap on my shoulder caused me to turn. It was
Angel. I started, and tried to remember how to speak. She seemed to
predict my reaction and raised an eyebrow, giving me a mischievous grin.
“Can I help you?” I asked in a
flustered, embarrassed voice.
“Yes actually... would you mind
sending a poison apple over to the man in the corner... the one
looking over here at the moment?” she said calmly. Her voice was
sweet but was tigned with something that sounded almost dangerous and
she had an accent that I had never heard before. I nodded and ordered
the drink at the bar and brought it over to the man. You lucky
bastard, I thought. I have no
reason to be jealous. I don't know her. As far as I know she doesn't
even like girls. But she was so beautiful...
I
brought the drink to him, he grinned revealing ugly teeth and thanked
me with breathe that stank of decay. I smiled with tight lips and
tried not to breathe. I let out an indignant gasp when I felt his
hand slap my rump while I walked away. Men,
I thought with disgust. I tried to avoid his area as much as
possible, but I was too protective over the other girls to let them
go near him. He ordered a beer every hour or so and I served him as
quickly as possible. Just the air around him made me uncomfortable.
There was something off about him...something vile.
finally
my break came around and I made my way over to the dance floor. I
danced to the music, which was livley and was between pop music and
techno with a celtic twinge in the mix. There were some people there
that wore all black and had rune like tattoos in the corners of the
room, and though they made me curious I ignored them. I was dancing
in a group of girls when I felt someone put their hamds on my waist
and begin dancing with me. The hands were too small and light to be a
guy so I wasn't alatrmed and I didn't move away. I smiled when I felt
her dance closer and closer against me.
Now, it isn't very
often someone takes an interest in me, so I wasn't about to ruin it
and show her my plain face, so I kept dancing like we were, my back
to her, her hands on my hips, on my waist, and then I winced as she
took my hand and turned me to ace her. It was the blue eyed girl that
I served drinks to! I smiled as she pulled me to her. We danced for a
few songs and she gave me flirty eyes that made me blush. A slow song
began to play and we were dancing close together, it was then I
realized that she was a good three inches taller than me.
I blushed when her
fingertips slowly reached under the rim of my shirt. Where her
fingers touched my skin began to tingle and heat up. I suddenly felt
very warm, and the music seemed to sound more distant. All I could
see was her very blue eyes getting closer and closer. When they were
maybe an inch away I felt my lips part and I felt a rush of
anticipation as her lips approached mine. Then she was a hair away, I
could taste her breathe on my tongue, sweet from the cherryblossom
drink. Her lips were warm and suddenly I was on fire; I wanted her to
be closer. She giggled and drew back but I wanted her closer, tighter
against me. I would do anything for another kiss, anything.
I bit my lower lip
and gave her seductive eyes. She smiled and bent down to whisper in
my ear, her lips brushing my cheek as she went.
“sweet
mundane girl.. I could just east you up.”
se smiled, and her even teeth were suddenly very sharp and almost
needle like. I knew I should be afraid but I was still tingling from
her touch and wanting her to kiss me again. I prssed myself against
her and she began to move our bodies in time with the music, the
movement setting the flames inside me higher. I wanted her to kiss me
again so badly...
she bent toward me
again, her tongue tracing the shape of my lips. I whimpered as her
hand traced the rim of my skirt. She kissed me again, this time
deeper, and I felt a sharp pain as her teeth cut my lips and tongue.
I shivered as her tongue licked the blood and melted against her. She
was beautiful and she wanted me.. I was tingling everywhere, my body
alive. All it would take to make me here completely would be a few
words. I knew I would do anything she wanted. She just had to touch
me... She stroked my cheek with her nail, leaving a small trail of
blood beading after her touch. She licked the trail and smiled.
“mmmm....so
sweet. You taste good.... what do you say.. we go. Your blood is
delicious..”She whispered. I knew that this wasn't good, her voice
was menacing but I couldn't fight it. It was as if she had complete
control over me. I wanted her to touch me some more. I almost moaned
when I felt someone's hand touch my thigh. But it wasn't blue eyes,
and suddenly I felt someone at my back and blue eyes wasn't smiling
anymore.
“she's mine.”
Blue Eyes hissed to whoever was behind me. A gentle hand ran up my
side and rested on my waist, pulling me away from Blue Eyes. As I was
pulled away the warm fog I was under faded. I blinked and saw that
those blue eyes weren't so seductive... they were terrifying. I
stifled a scream when I saw that her teeth had blood on them and I
could only think it was mine.
“Shh...
its ok. She isn't going to eat you. Its okay, its okay, its okay.”
came a sweet voice pulling me over to a cushioned love seat. I looked
to the figure next to me, a hand still on my waist and the other on
mu shoulder. Red hair shaded her eyes, but her pale skin and lithe
body told me who she way. Angel. She saved me from... whatever Blue
Eyes was. I looked over to where Blue Eyes had been, but she had
moved over and was now dancing with some guy. He had a dreamlike loo
on his face, and an obvious hard on. Then I looked on in horror as he
willingly let Blue Eyes take a bite out of his neck. I put my hand on
my neck and was surprised to feel it sticky and wet.
“Stop.”
Angel said taking my hand and putting it in my lap.She stood and drew
the curtains down to separate us from the rest of the club, I gazed
at her slender back, the black tattooed wings stood out and somehow
gave me comfort. She was beautiful. She turned to me and I realized
with surprise she had amber eyes.
“This may be
strange to you, but trust me. This will heal your wound...”she
spoke as if talking to a frightened animal. I backed up against the
pillows as she drew closer. What was she about to do? She put a hand
on my leg, as if trying to calm me.Suddenly... I wasn't scared,
instead I was once again warm and comfortable. I stared at her with
wide eyes as I saw black wings appear from her back, as if her
tattoos had become real. They rapped around me, her arms wrapping
around me and pulling me closer. Her touch had a tingle effect on me
as well, but unlike when Blue Eyes touched me it was more
electricity, not fire.
Her hand slid down
my back, around my waist and then slowly up my torso to my neck. She reassured me that this was to heal me... and then she kissed my
shoulder. Again I felt electricity. It traveled all the way through
me, down to my toes. I felt something wet and warm travel around the
bite on my neck and felt myself shiver. The electrical feeling continuing in waves. I felt her straddle me and she continued to kiss
my neck around the bite. Each kiss sent more currents through me, and
it felt wonderful. Like with Blue Eyes I was loosing sense of
reality, but I was able to keep my wits about me. I was in control
of myself...to an extent. I winced as my neck began to burn, a firey
sensation mixed with the electrical current pulsing through me and I
closed my eyes in the pleasure of it.
Her hands stroked
my hair as if she were trying to keep me calm.
“I've been
watching you, you know.”She says gently in my ear, her breath
forcing my to hold in a shiver. I make a small sound of inquiry. If
I try to talk I know I may moan from the pleasure of the pulses going
through me.
“I couldn't let
her have you...”She says and I open my eyes. Her Amber ones have
gotten darker, deeper, and she licks her lips. Not Hungrily like Blue
Eyes, but provocatively. I hold in my breath, is she... attracted to
me? Angel. The girl that I could only admire from afar for months.
She slides one of her hands from my hair, slowly down my torso. I
breathe in sharply as it passes over my breast, sending yet another
bolt of pleasurable electricity down me. I resist the urge to pull
her against me. Her hand reaches the hem of my shirt, she hesitates
for a moment before slipping under it.
Her hand is warm
and soft against my skin. Her nails, long but shorter than that of
the other seductive creature's, trace shapes against my sensitive
skin, making me want to melt. Her touch makes the pulses stronger and
I again have to close my eyes to control myself. I almost loose it
when I feel her lips suddenly on my throat. She kisses softly up my
throat and then hungrily when her lips meet mine. I then can;t hold
myself back from grabbing her and pulling her against me.
“uhh I've wanted
this,” she purrs, “but you are human, I didn't know if you would
be able to handle it.” I gasp as her hand rubs my breast over my
bra, and her fingertips reach down. She continues to send erotic
pulses through me, making my body absolutely come alive and tingle at
every touch. She kisses me again, her tongue exploring my mouth and I
wonder at how she tastes. I feel her soft wings against my back and
wonder if I am dreaming. I moan quietly as I take her in, her tigh
against me, one hand resting against my breast, her other slowly
trailing gown my body.
Angel was so
soft...
I took in a ragged
breath, I was hot and the pulses created a rhythm that I felt with my
hips. The music was no longer the rhythm I cared about, and she
seemed to feel the same way. Her legs tightened around me and we
began to rock against each other, the pulses of electricity connecting
us. Her hand that had been slowly traveling down my body reached my
thigh and I gasped in pleasure as she began to massage her way up my
skirt. Her hand that had been on my breast now held both my hand
about my head and she was kissing me again. Her kisses both passionate and demanding. I couldn't hold back my moan as she felt me. Her
breathe was just as fast as mine as she tentivley stroaked me,
causing me to shiver and buck beneath her.
She
gave a girlish giggle as I gasped at her touch. She was inside me and
I wanted more. I tried to free one of my hands, I wanted to feel her,
touch her, but she was stronger than she looked and held my hands
above my head in a iron grip that couldn't be broken. I whimpered in
pleasure as shse went inside me again and again and my breathe
hitched and caught as I panted in pleasure. She kissed my ear and
then left a trail of soft kisses down my neck and my collar bone,
making her way back up to my lips. We both kissed eachother with such
ferocity I wondered if we would devour eachother.
“For a human you
are remarkably-”She gasped as I had manadged to free a hand and
pull her against me, I could hardly believe how wet she felt on my
leg. She gasped again as my hand traveled up her leg and I felt her.
Unlike me, she wasn't wearing any underwear and I could feel her
without any filter. She was hot and before I could go in she shifted
her weight so that I was no longer propped up by pillows but laying
directly under her. She caught my hand again in both of hers.
I smiled at how
hard she was breathing and wondered if she wanted me to touvh her as
much as I wanted her to touch me again. As if readin my thgouhts she
kissed my neck, the bite now only a faint scratch that tingled and
burned. Her kisses trailed down my torso and she pushed up my shirt
revealing my bare stomach and black lacey bra. She kissed my stomach
and trailed up, and uncpled my bra with her teeth. I shuddered as
the cool air hit my nipples. I moaned quietly as she sucked them and
arched my back when I felt her hand at my thigh again.
I began to pant
again and looked at her with begging eyes. Angel flashed me a
dazzling grin and I melted when I felt her place herself directly on
me, and begin to move her body against mine. Her heat mixed with mine
and I began to loose myself in the feeling of us combining. She began
to pant with me, our breaths matching in rhythm and I moaned. I
almost screamed as the pleasure built higher and higher, this was too
much..... I heard a giggle and all went dark.
I woke up in the
back of the club, where the bartender keeps a cot for customers that
pass out. Was it all a dream? I stagger off the bed and walk into the
restroom. My hair is a mess, and I almost seemed to be glowing, but
otherwise there is no sign of what hapened. The club is obviously
closed so I don't worry about anyone coming inas I seach my body for
any bruises and I look in disappointment at my neck where the is no
scratch or mark of anykind. I sigh, it was one hell of a dream... and
then I stop dead in my tracks. On my shoulderblade.... a single black
feather. I touch it and feel skin. It is inked into my skin, but I
never got a tattoo.
I smile when I
realize, she claimed me. This must be her mark, so no one like Blue
Eyes will try to mess with me. I have been claimed by that myserious
being that I call Angel. For a moment I wonder: what is her real
name? I shake my head as I leave the restroom and bump into the
creepy man that I had brought the posinon apple to.
“I
see she likes you....
may the lawrd have pity on you.” he shakes his head and slowly
walks to the exit.
“What is her
name?” I say as he reaches for the door.They have history...i can tell. the look in his eye is pity and...jealousy? Maybe an ex? i shudder at the thought.
“She
has many names...” He says, sounding slightly annoyed at being
bothered, yet slightly surprised I asked.
“What
do you call her?” I ask, uncomfortable. I can tell by the ugly grin
spreading over his face...yup... and ex lover. ew. ew. ew. ew. ew. It
doesn't matter.... shes mine now. er... i'm hers...
“Lucy.” he
says, something in his voice hinted at a joke.
“A nickname?”
I guess, and he nodds. But he doesn't explain, so I prompt him.
“whats it short
for?” I say with a grin, hoping to find something about my new
lover that would make her more human, more relatable. but i know it won't matter. She would be Angel in my eyes. Forever my Angel.
“Lucifer.” He
says matter of factly, and then is gone.
