Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Fallen Angels ❯ ‘Bradley Crawford’ ( Chapter 39 )

Chapter 39

Bradley Crawford

WARNING! RAPE AND DEATH, LOTS OF BLOOD PLAY!

Bradley Crawford stumbled down the stairs from his bedroom his eyes wild after the vision he'd just had. A black winged angel, with eyes burning with fury and a mocking smile that made even his blood run cold and nothing scared Bradley Crawford. Nothing, until now that is as he came face to face with his nightmare vision standing in the open doorway.

Farfarello stared in awe at the angel with black wings that strode through the door of their safe house. A smile slid across his lips as he finished working his way out of the straightjacket that Crawford had forced him into after subduing Schuldich. The last he had seen of the red head Crawford had been dragging him screaming in rage and pain up the stairs.

"Yes," he whispered his smile growing as he slipped around to take the backstairs to find the German. "He has hurt God. He will hurt him more."

Enzeru growled and pointed at the one he recognized as Crawford, his lips curling into a cruel smile as his teeth elongated and grew to sharp points. "You are who I want…" He stalked forward and took the man by the throat, his other hand reaching up touching the mark on Crawford's forehead and his grin widened to something akin to evil pleasure.

Enzeru licked at the mans' lips, then threw him to the ground. "Run. Make me work for my meal." His voice was thick and husky, he felt as well as smelled the mans' fear and he felt himself growing hard at the thought of the eminent meal and pleasure it would bring.

Crawford scrabbled backwards on the floor as he put distance between himself and the dark angel. He pushed himself to his feet and reached automatically for his gun before remembering he'd taken it off upstairs. In fact he remembered exactly where he'd left it.

He backed towards the stairs fleeing up them as he bumped against the railing. Where had this winged man come from? Who had sent him? Had Essets finally realized his own plan? Was this one of their many experiments?

He ran up the stairs and into his own room seeing Farfarello there cutting away the rope he'd used to tie Schuldich to the bed. He lunged for the bed ripping the gun from where it rested within the dazed German's body tearing off the bloody latex covering he'd used to protect it. He turned back towards the door ignoring the other two.

Enzeru walked lazily up the stairs after the fleeing man. He entered the room just as Crawford pulled the gun from the redhead and his growl deepened. He looked to the men on the bed. /I am not here to hurt you. Don't be frightened. I am here for a little friend of yours./

He stalked forward, his bangs hanging in his face as he grabbed the raised gun before Crawford could pull the trigger and wrenched it from his hands, breaking several fingers in the mans hand as he did so. He licked his lips at the crackling sound and groaned as his teeth began to ache again. "I feel your power, but it is nothing compared to mine!" He growled through clenched teeth, throwing the man to the floor and laying his body on top of him. "Is this what you did to them? To Nagi and the redhead bishie?" He asked as he began to tear away the mans clothes.

Schuldich cried out as the gun was wrenched from his torn body. Then his eyes widened in fear and panic as he saw the Angel in the doorway. Had it come for him finally? Death? He wouldn't be surprised. Then a gentle voice spoke in his head and gasped at the power he felt. He'd never run across a telepath stronger than he was before. But this one made him feel small in comparison.

/I am not here to hurt you. Don't be frightened. I am here for a little friend of yours./

/No, not Nagi,/ he whimpered as Farfarello dragged him from the bed pulling the sheet with them to wrap around him. Then he watched in stunned silence as the Angel stalked Crawford.

Brad screamed as his fingers were crushed along with the gun as it was pulled from his hand. He felt the blood run down his arm and kicked out as he was thrown to the ground but to no avail. The angel settled on top of him and he couldn't move as his clothes were ripped away. He wrenched his head to the side and screamed at Farfarello to stop standing there and help him.

Enzeru looked up with an evil smirk to the one called Farfarello. "You could try to help him, I will not hurt you or the telepath, but I will kill Crawford." He took the bloody hand to his lips and sucked hungrily on them, shivering as Crawford gasped in pain and tried to get away. His free hand reached between them and he undid his leather pants, pushing them down his hips, then released the bloody hand. He looked back to Crawford as his wings spread out behind him.

"Know this, Crawford," he spat. "I will send you to hell, but not before I take from you what you took from them." He reached down and lifted Crawford's knees in the crook of his elbows and set the head of his erection against the tight opening. Enzeru leaned down and whispered wickedly in his ear.

"Hmm, I do hope you're a virgin, I want to share your pain." He thrust into him as he bit savagely at his neck, tearing open the vein with his teeth and began to suck hungrily as he thrust into him. He shared the pleasure of the death kiss with the man, linking their minds, but made sure the pain was still there also.

Crawford gasped as the angel sucked on his bloody fingers fighting back the scream that clawed to get out. But couldn't stop the pain tears that leaked from his eyes. He heard the words the winged man said to Farfarello and closed his eyes for a second as the truth hit him, knowing this was the end. He would never see his plan fulfilled and that tore at him more than anything else.

He choked on a laughing sob as the angel told him he was sending him to hell. He fought harder as he felt his legs lifted and knew what was to come. But the awkward position and the angel's strength made it futile. The hard cock tore into his body and he threw his head back and screamed, his body arching in agony at the violent entry.

His vision darkened and he could only lie there sobbing against the pain. One hand tearing at the carpet, the other lying useless.

Schu grasped tight to Farfarello holding him still. Using his strength to stay upright. He was torn between wanting to help the man who was his leader and sometime lover. And wanting to see him hurt as he'd just been. Wanting to see him pay for every bit of pain he'd caused the rest of them. He held his broken arm close to his body trying to ignore the pain.

Finally he pushed weakly at the Irishman forcing him out of the room. They had to get away. As soon as Essets found out they would be after them.