December 23, 2007

• Beginnings 15

  

  Lucky people you! Another chapter!

  
  Beginnings Chapter 15: Crystal’s (my) Chapter

  Azazel looked around the crowd, loosing Vlad when someone bumped into him and therefore, distracting him in a crucial moment and making him loose sight of the other Fallen. He looked around him, seeing nothing but a mob of mortals parting and having a good time. He didn’t want to be alone here, he wanted to get out of here, get somewhere safe, and just brood for awhile. Michael was watching for him again, most likely looking for him and most likely intent on making them resume their ‘fun’. Azazel shivered violently at the thought, turning down another street, looking for Vlad, but finding a bar instead.

  “It’s been so long,” Azazel said, smelling the alcohol as if it were inviting him. While in Heaven, he had aquired a strong liking for it, and needed it just to get through the day. Michael’s daily rapes and games broke him and made him an addict. He was lucky that he broke the habit before the trials however, or else Hell would have seen the wrath of a recovering alcoholic. He didn’t realize that he had stepped inside until he had his familiar wine glass in hand and was downing it gingerly. That taste was so familiar, so nice, he took some of the money he found on the street and paid for the glass and left before he could get any more of the stuff in him, even if he wanted to drink a bottle or ten.

  Vlad was running down the streets, looking for the lost Fallen, and coming up with nothing for his efforts. He had to find him before Michael could, because what he had witnessed in the cave meant that Azazel wasn’t kidding when he said he couldn’t escape when they first met. Those tears would be his reminder of how much he didn’t know of what happened, and how much Azazel was fearful of the Angel. He wasn’t going to let Michael win this, he couldn’t. He was Azazel’s boyfriend after all, and was rather intent on protecting the other as well as he could from the sadistic Angel.

  He finally caught a glimpse of him, in a way he never wanted to see him. Azazel was sitting on a roof top, looking up towards the sky, a wine bottle in each hand. How he gotten them, Vlad would never know since either Azazel didn’t want to tell or was too intoxicated to care. He carefully climbed up there, watching him take a large gulp and letting the empty bottle roll down the rooftop to only take another drink of the half full one. Vlad carefully approached, not knowing exactly what to do, nor what kind of state that Azazel was in.

  “Isn’t it funny,” he heard the soft voice say, still looking up at the clear sky. “I think I finally escape, I finally found happiness and peace. Then I find out it was all a fraud. That I can’t escape, and even this will eventually wear off. I’m always trying to make things better, but they never want to stay better…”

  “Azazel,” Vlad said softly, slowly taking the bottle out of his hand. “We can’t stay here much longer. We have to go back to hell and tell them what Michael’s doing…”

  “It’s so funny,” Azazel said, laying down, still staring out at the blue sky. “Escape, I’ll never find it.”

  He felt a chill run down his spine, looking up in the sky and seeing a figure flying above him. They had to move, now. “Azazel, he’s found us. Come on…” He carefully helped the other stand up, trying to get a portal open so they could go, but it seemed that Azazel was in a fighting mood. “Azazel…”

  “You’ll just leave me alone with him again,” Azazel grumbled, trying to struggle away. “it’s better if I just lay there and be numb. Sometimes make a sound or two and wait for him to finish with me. It makes things easier.”

  “Azazel,” Vlad growled, picking him up bridal style, Azazel struggling to get out.

  “Let go,” Azazel yelled. “I don’t want this to hurt more than it has too!”

  Vlad wouldn’t hear it as he jumped in the portal he created, making it sure that it closed behind him. That was all he needed, another rapist in Hell.

  *bop*

  Michael landed on the rooftop, taking a swig of the half full wine bottle, he hummed. He could taste Azazel on it, could smell his scent, and it made him shiver. Yes, the next time, his little victim won’t escape. He’d make him even more jaded, even more broken, even more his.

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