December 22, 2007

  • Beginnings 14

    Early Christmas present! Chapter 14! 15 might come before Christmas, but I'm not planning it. Maybe before the New Year if we're all lucky. ^__________^

    Beginnings Chapter 14: Sara's chapter
    “Is this your new friend?” Michael continued, stepping forward. “He’s rather… interesting, I suppose.” The brunette sneered. “Interesting, but a waste of space. Though, I doubt something like you could do much better.” He nudged a booted foot between the two Fallen, frowning when Azazel refused to move. “Don’t be difficult,” he growled. “Anything I’ve done to you pales in comparison to what this rodent will do.”

    Azazel’s will, and grip, slackened slightly, giving Michael enough room to maneuver him away from Vlad. He glanced at the sleeping Fallen. “He certainly is a sound sleeper, isn’t he.” Michael turned to Azazel, who scooted back. “I wonder just how much it takes to wake him.” He flicked his wrist and smiled when a familiar brown leather whip appeared. “It’s been too long since I’ve last used this.”

    “I’m not afraid of you,” Azazel murmured in reply, though he obviously was. “Just go away.”

    Michael knelt over his outstretched body, pinning his hips to the ground. “But I came all this way to see you,” he said, running the whip along Azazel’s chest. His maddening grin widened at the blonde’s barely audible moan. “Can’t you see how much I’ve missed you?” He flicked the whip slightly, fully enjoying the small cry of pain. Michael opened Azazel’s robes to expose his leg and ran a hand along the pale thigh to his groin. “Let’s see how much you’ve missed me,” he hissed, kissing the terrified blonde.

    - -

    Deep in his dream, Vlad felt the presence of someone who didn’t belong in the cave. It took a moment to realize the threat, and another to finally wake, but the Fallen still wasn’t mentally prepared for what he was witnessing. He felt betrayed, but it quickly gave way to the pressing urge to save Azazel. “Hey!” he shouted at the angel. “Get off of him!”

    Iridescent cream-colored wings shifted and the brunette turned his head but otherwise remained still. Vlad felt the anger well in him next. Just who was this guy anyway?! With a yell he barely heard, the Fallen lunged forward, tackling the Fallen and knocking him to the ground. There was a thud when the angel’s head hit a rock, but he glared at Vlad, chocolate eyes full of an emotion he didn’t recognize. “Who are you?” Vlad demanded. “What do you want?”

    The angel didn’t respond. Odd chanting filled the cave, the speaker using words from both Angelic and Fallen languages. The two looked at Azazel who was standing upright. His robe was fixed correctly and he was staring at them, shock and horror dancing in his silver eyes. Vlad had enough sense to scramble out of the way just as Azazel finished the spell. He sprang from the angel, who burst into flame seconds later.

    The angel shook himself, his wings tinkling like bells beneath the crackling fire, and laughed. “You forget who taught you to do that,” he said as flames fell from his body to disappear on the ground. His brown eyes focused on Azazel. “And now you’ve made me angry, pet.”

    Vlad, despite his confusion, cast his own spell, sending violet ropes to wrap around the intruder. The angel struggled, but Vlad was confident the bindings would hold for the moment, so he grabbed Azazel and ran for the cave entrance. “Follow close behind me,” he hissed to the blonde. “You’ll get lost in the crowd if you don’t.”

    Together, they flew down the hillside to the city and, ultimately, the large, lively rush of people. Vlad looked over his shoulder repeatedly to assure himself Azazel was still there before he plunged into the party and lost himself in the extravagant costumes and flamboyant humans. When he glanced at Azazel again, he stopped short, narrowly avoiding a collision with a float.

    The blonde was nowhere to be seen.