September 10, 2007

  • Beginings chapter 4


    Beginings Chapter 4: Sara's Chapter

    Azazel set a glass of water on the bedside table. “It isn’t poisoned, if that was your next question.” He flopped down in the corner, tired and ready for a long, hot bath. “Can I go to my room yet?”
     
    “It’s too bad you can’t just stay here,” Vlad mused, limping toward where Azazel sat on the floor. “It wouldn’t be good if you killed me in my sleep.”
     
    “I’m not stupid enough to try the same stunt twice,” the blonde replied.
     
    “I’m glad,” Vlad said. His good wing fluttered uneasily. “Get up.” When Azazel did so, Vlad grinned. “You have an uncanny knack for following orders.”
     
    “You only said that to see if I would do it, didn’t you! Haven’t you degraded me enough?! I’ve done everything you’ve asked me to do! Just leave me alone.”
     
    “Stop complaining.” Vlad sighed. “Straighten the room out and you can leave. I would, but I‘m obviously unable to.”
     
    “You’re a jerk,” Azazel said with a sneer before he began dusting absently. "This is pointless. There isn't a speck of dirt anywhere."
     
    Vlad watched with fascination as Azazel moved about the room. “That skirt hardly covers your ass.”
     
    “If you let me change, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

    “I never said it was a problem.”
     
    Azazel whirled on him, silver eyes narrowed dangerously. “You think you’re better than I am, don’t you. Admit it.”
     
    “First off, everyone here is better than you,” Vlad replied. “Don’t act so surprised. Second, you should be thrilled I think you’re cute.”
     
    “I’m not something for you perverts to just fawn over all day!”
     
    Vlad raised an eyebrow. “Michael didn’t seem to think so.”
     
    Azazel growled. “Careful, you. I’ll break your other arm.”
     
    If Vlad was concerned, he didn’t show it. “It seems I’ve hit a nerve. What’s the matter, whore? Ashamed?”
     
    The blush growing on his face was so deep, Azazel could feel his cheeks heating up. He glanced about the room, unwilling to look Vlad in the eyes. “I’m not a whore,” he whispered.
     
    “Certainly seems that way.”
     
    “I’m not a whore,” the blonde repeated, eyes wild and pain evident on his features. “I…”
     
    Vlad pushed him against the wall. “You what.”
     
    “I didn’t have a choice, okay?!”
     
    “There’s always a choice.”
     
    Azazel ignored the tears threatening to fall. “No, there wasn’t. I couldn’t say no! He just… he just… Oh, why am I even trying?!” Despite Vlad’s injuries, Azazel pushed him away. “Leave me alone. Go sit on your bed, or something. I’m through with this.” He brushed out of the barely open door, leaving Vlad starring into space, shocked.