Fan Fiction ❯ Between the Devils' Hearts ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

 

The many days I have sat here, in this cold darkened alley way, I could not count. The decision was when to go out to seek the darkness that completed me. The only thing/idiot that was stopping me was that stupid Armand and I could not find a moment of peace and quiet to leave this drenched place.

 

I had to say that this alley seemed untouched for centuries, like no one bothered to smear blood on the walls because it wasn't worthy enough. I shook my heads, the blood was territorial and if this alley was not taken I could easily make it my own, (though that would make me directly part of the war.)

 

It wasn't easy trying to say out of something that you knew it would be inevitable to stay out of.

 

I laughed at myself and gradually just sat back. I hadn't eaten much like I should have for the past couple of days but I would rather eat on the way. I had heard from likens that had been out of the city that humans taste better out there than in this dump.

 

I had also heard that Armand was pissed at me from my comments beforehand. It served him right after the many hundreds of years that I had been taking shit from him. Even though I really never did take any shit without throwing it back at least.

 

I took the bag off my back and began looking it threw it once again finding the ring I had missed for so long. The past came zooming back and my memories where playing out all over again like a movie.

 

I looked out from the window of the old house I was staying at. The house was rusty, old and it looked like someone had died in it and made it a tomb of its own. I didn't care, in fact, I loved it. The smell was of death and blood, welcoming my senses and waking me into the dawning of the new age as Lucian liked to call it.

 

“He always knew what to say,” I laughed looking at the eclipse as the moon began to fade away into complete darkness.

 

The darkness was covering the world in a thick blanket like an atmosphere of its own as I awaited the return of Lucian and his lieutenant, Armand. Armand was a dear friend of mine, I had known him for years and his character rather amused me. Lucian though was more than a dear friend. He was my darkness.

 

“How long have you been waiting here?” a cool, deep voice asked. The voice seemed monotone, it had no emotion and it ran a shiver threw my spine.

 

“Days,” I whispered, hoping he would hear, “only a little while” I said louder though. I didn't want him to think I was desperate but that all changed when I felt a hand caress my back and his smooth cool voice in my ear.

 

“Days and days you have waited haven't you?” I only nodded for my voice had been lost forever as his touch relaxed me into a state of consciousness. “My little angel, are you that desperate for me?” I was too embarrassed to answer, was it true that I was truly desperate for him?

 

“I think I am, Lucian, I think I have fallen in love with you,” I barely spoke, “I need you,” I turned around looking at him as his pale blue eyes searching my black ones. His long brown hair draping like curtains around me and his muscled arms creating a barrier around me so none could harm me. “I am yours to do what you will Lucian, I am now your puppet and you are my master.”

 

His smile was something I wasn't expecting from the leader of the Likens who was standing in front of me. “I am glad my angel.” He whispered in my ear as his lips descended on mine. They touched and I had a new meaning in life. When we kissed I felt wonderful. His rough yet gentle lips consuming my small ones as he nipped at my lower lip asking for entrance for his tantalizing tongue. I allowed and my lips opened as his tongue slipped in and caressed mine. The moment was beautiful and I was in hell. The devil was allowing this and I reminded myself to thank him with the blood of the innocent sometime soon.

 

“Ahem,” I voice called out, intruding upon the moment. “I'm sorry master,” the young liken bowed, “but Armand has asked too see you.”

 

“Tell Armand you little brat that I am currently busy and that I don't want to be fucking bothered.” Lucian replied coolly though you could tell from his blue eyes that he was currently pissed off because of the young liken.

 

“As you wish master,” the young liken answered bowing before he left.

 

I had stayed silent the whole time, not wanting to draw attention to myself but Lucian had already done so. The room had gone suddenly quiet as Lucian walked away from me and flopped himself down on the bed.

 

“My little angel, come,” Lucian said and I obeyed. I walked towards him, my boots clicking against the wooden floor. “Lie with me, there is something I must tell you.” I nodded and laid my body down beside him, his arms taking their positions around my waist.

 

“What is it?” I asked, my voice had returned with its courage once again and I was glad I wasn't speechless anymore.

 

“The other Likens will not approve of you and me, I hope to let you know . . .”

 

I interrupted him, “. . . so what if they don't? I don't care let them live in denial!” I hadn't realized I had almost yelled out in anger until Lucian had put his calloused hand over me mouth too hush me.

 

“It is not as simple as that, since most of them hate the fact that you were not born a Liken like you should have been seeing as your father was of different origin and took over what you would become.” He said quietly as he referred to the fact that my father was a devil angel that my mom had fallen for.

 

When I was little she would tell me stories of my father, I had never met him but she would tell stories of the love they shared. I took no interest back then because in my opinion it had been sappy and all happy. Now I knew what love truly was and I respected my mom's stories instead of taking them as little sap stories that I would never experience.

 

“I understand but since you're suppose to be the “dominant” one in this relationship doesn't that mean if we where ever to have a child of our own, wouldn't he be a liken?” I asked looking at him with my black eyes.

 

He growled at my choice of words, “suppose to be the dominant one?” He then took my wrists and pinned me to the bed, his body hovering over mine, his eyes turning brighter in colour as he transformed only a bit. I looked at him not giving into the threats he gave. “I am the dominant one.” I said coolly and powerfully, trying to enforce the fact upon me.

 

“Show me that you are,” I breathed, looking up at him seductively. “Show me that you are the dominant one.”

 

He growled low and dangerously and slammed his lips on mine, one hand keeping my wrists up, the other working up my top. I moaned slightly, fighting against him a bit. I wanted to touch him but his hands kept me at bay.

 

“Bitch you need to learn your place,” He smirked for the first time and I was taken off guard. He must have used it as an advantage as I felt a jolt of pleasure run threw my body and I arched into him. My mouth was open in a silent moan and I could feel his hands dance over my breasts. He was pleasing me in ways I never thought possible as he raised my black PBC top over my breasts. The only thing now in his way was my bra and he easily cut it off and threw that away.

 

“Lucian and Faye?” a voice called disturbing us for the second time only this time it wasn't that young liken like before. This time it was Armand and he sounded hurt.

 

“Armand, I told you I was busy.”

 

“Busy knocking up a devil angel that you knew full well I had feelings for!” Armand breathed heavily looking both bewildered and pissed off.

 

I lay there in utter shock both men loved me but I belonged to only Lucian, the man laying on top of me, the man who had me aroused still at this very moment as his hands never ceased to please me. I was embarrassed but I paid no attention as an unconditional moan left my lips.

 

“I'm making love,” Lucian replied, “something you'll never learn. Now leave at once!” Lucian said as once again he began to kiss me not caring that Armand had slammed the door and left in a huff. I felt guilty but the pleasure entered my mind as his lips left mine and began to suck on my left breast.

 

“Lucian,” I moaned out.

 

“My angel,” he responded as he left my breast sitting up, his one hand never leaving my wrists. His other hand was searching threw his pocket and when it found what it was searching for it pulled from the pocked and showed me a ring. A metal ring and carved in it was Lucian's symbol and min put together. “This is a sign that you will always belong to me and no one else.” He began as he let my wrists go so I could put the ring on. “This will tell everybody that you can love no one else. Do you agree to it?” He asked before slipping the ring on my finger all the way.

 

“I agree Lucian,” I answered and he slipped the ring on my finger and it began to burn my skin. I closed my eyes and let the pain engulf me like hot molten lava pouring over my body. The pain soon subsided and Lucian took the ring off. When the ring was off there, burned on my skin, was the symbol Lucian had created for the both of us.

 

He too then put the ring on and let it burn the symbol into him. “If ever Armand puts his revenge on me in action,” he whispered in my ear, “and I disappear you will know me buy the symbol.” I nodded and let his hands once again explore my breasts . . .

 

The memory faded as I remembered his last words. Had he seen the future that night when Armand had seen the two of us together? I didn't really care at the moment. Armand was nothing but a fag and I wanted him dead but I couldn't do that without Lucian. I didn't want to be ruler over the bunch of idiots and I didn't want to end up being a mate to anyone but Lucian. If my darkness was still alive.

 

“What a bunch of morons believing such a manipulate ass.”

 

I put the ring back in the bag and flung it over my shoulder, just sitting there for a little while, taking in my surroundings for the last time.

 

I stood up thinking it was now or never. I might as well leave this dump and get on with it. I knew I would be asked questions but I knew that I would pretend to be a mute like I always did and forget they were even there.

 

I walked out of the alley and made my way threw the streets. I got odd looks from the humans and suspicious looks from the Likens. The vampyrs didn't even bother a glance. It was all as how it should be, me not dealing with anything just getting those looks that didn't faze me.

 

I walked threw the many stoned streets, grabbing a stupid teenage on the way and lead him with me out of the city. He seemed drunk because he was stupid enough to think that I was actually a prostitute and wanted to have sex with him in private.

 

As soon as I got out of the city and drank the blood of the drunken fool I eyed my surroundings. It all seemed too easy and I knew Armand would try to keep me in the city as much as possible.

 

“There she is!” I heard a scream and I rolled my eyes, that line somehow seemed so cheesy. I looked to see who called that and I saw the General of the Likens and I knew that Armand was “trying” to make this hard for me to leave. I couldn't believe he actually thought that the General would beat me.

 

“What is it General Louie?” I asked completely bored with him. Armand must have not known how much this General was wrapped around my finger.

 

“I can't let you pass milady.” He answered trying his best to be determined.

 

“Louie, Louie, Louie, what am I to do with you?” I asked, playing around with my metal cross playfully. “I remember, before my dear Lucian was killed, that he told me never to wear metal,” I started out as I walked up to the General. I had a playful smirk on my face as I finally reached too where the General was standing. “I always wondered why,” I smiled as I pressed the cross against his skin. All I could hear was the sounds of his pain as he screamed for the whole world to hear.

 

“Stop,” he grasped out, looking at me with tear stained eyes as I pushed the cross further into his skin. “Please, stop,” he whined and I did as he told me.

 

“Now, there's no need to stop me getting to my destination is there Louie?”

 

“No,” he breathed and stepped out of my way.

 

“I knew I shouldn't have trusted you General, you flake too easily.” Armand's voice reached my ears and I turned around looking at the idiotic figure in front of me.

 

“You should have thought of that before you sent him out to stop me.”

 

Armand looked at me and walked towards me, “you aren't leaving.” He said his hands tracing up and down me arms, caressing them in a manner that made me shiver in disgust. He took it as a shiver in pleasure and smirked, “I please you too much. Won't you miss the wonderful feeling that I have given you all these years?”

 

“What wonderful feeling? The feeling of disgust that I've been sleeping with the man that had tried to murder Lucian?” I shouted for everyone to hear. I could hear the gasps of Likens' and I gave Armand a smug look. “Too long have I waited here thinking Lucian would come back, now I'm going to find him, Armand, you game is up.”

 

“My children do not believe this outcast.” Armand defended, “what reason do you have to believe that it was I that killed Lucian?”

 

“This,” I raised a tap recorder and I played all that he had said to me that night when I was in la, la land, contemplating the thought of my darkness being alive. All the words that the manipulate ass had said to me about Lucian was heard by all the Likens.

 

I could see Armand seething in angry like that night and I shook my head. I threw the tap recorder to the floor and said to Armand, “you really should understand who you're dealing with. I'm not the innocent fallen devil angel I was two centuries ago. You of all people should know that.” With that I took the backpack off and grabbed the ring and my gun from it. I put the gun by my side in the pocket where I normally put it and I put the ring on my finger. Letting it burn the symbol onto my finger once again. I then threw the backpack at Armand in disgust and walked away with the ring on my finger and my gun safely nestled in the pocket on my side.