Angels Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction / Fables/Fairytales Fan Fiction ❯ The Randomness of Love ❯ Pierre and Muriel(From The Bonding) ( Chapter 1 )

Pierre stared at the girl Evangeline pushed towards him. She was young and beautiful with the blackest hair he had ever seen. But what floored him the most was the likeness of her features to his late wife.

“Great, this has to be some sick joke, Evan.” He said angrily, lifting his hand and motioning at the girl who took great offense to his words.

“No, I am not.” She replied nonchalantly. “I want you to watch over the border between hell and earth with her. You need help, and what better person to do it with than a spotted panther?”

He growled low in his throat his green eyes flashed with the gold of his wolf lineage. How he hated this woman. But he couldn't help but feel compelled towards the spitting image of his wife. He still loved her and to be placed with this woman was absolute torture.

He was pretty sure no man, not even the well composed and stone cold Luciel could face the shock of a reincarnated lover in the flesh. He felt himself wince at the irony of his thoughts. Luciel was the reincarnated lover of Evangeline. Of course his feelings towards her were less than lovely.

As though Evangeline heard his thoughts she gave him a harsh look before dismissing them from her presence. He gave her a glance before he turned and he could've sworn he saw the flash of golden blonde hair that could only belong to one man.

He sighed at the blast of cold air that washed over him.

“Don't tell me you actually enjoy this cool weather.” He turned to see Muriel give him a look of petulance. He felt himself shiver as it brought back memories of the way Rosaline had spurned him when they had gotten into arguments.

“Don't you? And if not than you are nothing like your better counterpart.”

She felt herself flare with anger over his words. She was her own person, not some woman who had existed over two hundred years ago. But still she felt sorrowful that this man did not see her as some one separate.

“How is she better than me?”

He was lost for words, he had never met a woman who would challenge him on such a subject, especially when it risked them getting emotionally hurt in the process. For a fact, he didn't even know why he cared. “First of all, she had a much sweeter voice, strawberry blonde waves, the most beautiful shape…”

“That would hurt the Rosaline in me to hear you say you only loved her for her looks and not for her.” She turned away from him and walked down the street.

He was stricken by her words and before he could stop himself he yelled out after her. “She's not you and that's better than any given image!” He saw her stop in her tracks to face him. For a moment he feared her as she raked him over with a battle ready sneer.

“You don't even know me, and you say she is better than me. We are the same person, I have her likeness, I have her voice and I have her personality. No matter how tainted my human spirit is by my animal lineage.”

She walked over to him and placed her hand above his heart and chest. He stood stock still as she studied his face. She let her other hand caress his jaw. “It's too bad I don't have it in me to hit you. Believe me, I want to. But I can't separate myself from this love in my heart.” She smiled. “But the lust belongs to me.” She kissed him passionately. And as her scent filled his nostrils he couldn't push her away.

He pulled her harshly against his body, reveling in the way she felt against him. Never had he held a woman this close to him. Only Rosaline and that had been long ago. “Do you love me, Rosaline?”

“Yes, she does, but I can't say the same for me.”

He growled as she pushed herself away from him. He felt longing and he felt hatred at himself over his inability to push her away. It was only lust and the love of his wife that had made him react to her the way he did. Gods he hated Evangeline for this.

 

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Luciel lay on his back as Evangeline towered over him, her golden locks forming a curtain around them. He listened to her groans of pleasure as she rocked against him. It was a feeling he couldn't bring him self to adhere to. He felt nothing for her as she made love to him.

It pained him. He wanted to feel for her, but he couldn't. He had been cursed to show no passionate emotions, for passion was what had brought his downfall. If it had not been for Evangeline's binding of his soul, he'd be in hell and watching over the demons there. But that was not to be; instead he was in a human's hellish body and couldn't feel for the precious babies dying in Africa.

Oh, he could send stuff. But he would rather he feel like his whole heart was in something when he did it. That was why this beautiful woman above him made him feel such pain. That he couldn't give her love.

He felt himself come as her body stiffened above him. It was luxurious and he felt himself groan loud.

“Oh, Luciel.”

He only nodded and turned away from her. He hated to see the pained look on her face as he couldn't return her emotions. He only felt her lay her head against his shoulder.

“I know what you did with Muriel, you brought her here for me, and so I would have my sister always.”

Part of what she said was nearly true, but he shook his head. “She followed me, and I had the intentions of giving her to Pierre. Once you gave her immortality Pierre would never have to worry about losing his wife again.”

“So it was not for me?”

“No.”

Evangeline felt sadness engulf her at his words. She understood his actions. Part of her interfering in free will was that he would never love her. But she was happy that she still had him.