Wings of an Angel
Chapter I
What am I even doing here? I thought maybe the loud music beating on my eardrums would distract me. I thought maybe the alcohol or maybe another woman's body would distract me. But no, I was wrong. How can I distract myself when 'it' just happened...? Why…? What did I do wrong…? I...
As he fought with his thoughts, in between each sentence he spoke to himself, his ears could pick up a faint mumbling sound coming from somewhere around him. The sound grew louder and louder by the minute, until his brain started to pick up the words eventually.
"Sir", the man behind the bar repeated for the fifth time.
His sight snapped up and off from the object of his misery, as it lay innocently on his hands.
"Is everything okay, Sir?"
He nodded, "Yeah...yeah, it's just...", he chuckled, he couldn't even bring himself up to say it.
"I-...My-...", the bartender found himself rolling an empty glass on a towel to dry it up, while he waited for the afflicted man to get it together. But the dull man had felt silent, apparently confused and deeply lost in thought.
That until a held sigh escaped from his chest, as he abruptly slammed the circular object he'd been rolling anxiously for the last couple of hours on the bar.
"Ohh...I see...", the bartender said awkwardly as he placed the now clean glass on table and gave his full attention to the discouraged man in front of him.
"My fiancée...cheated...on me", his voice finally said, but his eyes still refused to believe it.
"Heard ya, I'm working on it", the bartender answered as he served a shot of tequila. The man looked up from his lap with his eyes full of misery,"C'mon man, just drink it, it's on the house" the bartender finally said before making his way to prepare some other drinks for the awaiting clients.
He stared at the shot in front of him, but he seriously wasn't feeling it. No, he wasn't feeling like drinking, like partying, like nothing. He was tired and really wanted to go home now. 'I'm so stupid for even coming here', he thought to himself. He thought maybe being in a loud place would distract his mind, but how could he possibly be distracted when the problem is beating inside of his chest?
The bartender came back to find the glass empty, and smiled thinking the hopeless man had finally sucked his tears up and was ready to pursue another interest. But, he had no idea it wasn't the man he met before who dared to drink the shot. It had been a woman who had the drink, a woman who happened to leave on the same direction the man dragged his feet to.
He finally made it out of the crowded club, taking big chunks of fresh air as he tried to calm down his heart and his mind. He looked up at the starred sky, his chest heaving as he waited for an answer or some sort of explanation. But his patience grew thin at the silence of the stars, he started breathing hard as he opened his fist and looked down at the ring that lay on his palm.
The ring stared back mockingly at him and frustration soon flooded his veins. His teeth clenched as he closed his hand tightly, just to throw the ring in a burst of anger as far away as he could into the darkness of the night, as well as a very pained groan that followed the ring suit.
The sound of the metal making contact with the ground resonated in the silence of the night. He paused, trying to recover from his sudden rage. Thoughts about the event resurfaced in his head, and soon his anger was coming back, so before that anger took hold of him, he quickly, almost desperately, fumbled through his pockets in search of his pack of cigarettes. His shaky hands struggling to get a hold of the damned thing, but he finally got a hold of one, quickly placed the box inside his jacket's pocket, and placed the cigarette between his lips. He got his lighter out, but his eyes became watery when he still couldn't stop his hand from shaking.
Finally, he took one deep smoke and held it in, feeling the slight burning sensation in his lungs, stopping any thought from racing through his soul. His eyes closed, as for a second, just a second, everything came to an halt.
Tears streamed down his face as he slowly released the smoke out of his mouth, and opened his eyes back up. He stood there, sobbing in silence, motionless, thoughtless. That until a loud noise coming from behind him brought him back to reality. he turned around, but his heart stopped when he came across the sight of a beautiful woman, He stared at her wide eyed, as she remained there with the wind caressing her hair, which he came to notice, was the most stunning shade of scarlet he had ever seen.
She walked up to him. He tensed and remained inmovil, as she got closer and closer, invading his personal space, examining him, She stopped close to him, looking into his eyes before she extended her hand and took the cigarette right off his lips saying, "I'll take this before it falls off your mouth". Words to which he just noticed his jaw had fallen open at the sight of her.
He shut his mouth immediately and gulped nervously. She smiled in response, and tapped the cigarette causing the cinders that had accumulated on it to fall off, as she proceeded to take another smoke.
He couldn't find himself move dumbfounded by her presence. He just couldn't tear his eyes away from her's, and she didn't want that. He knew it, it was as if she was inviting him to look closer, granting him permission so he'd undress her with his eyes. Undress the mystery.
So tempted, his sight fell to her body, noticing just now that she was wearing nothing but a very provocative set of lacy black underwear.
He stared seemingly shamelessly at her prominent chest, but soon his sight was clouded by a smoke screen. He looked up to find a smirk plastered on her face as she posed sexily with the cigarette still at hand. His face turned red when he noticed she caught him staring, "I'm so sorry, I don't know-", but he fell silent when she took a step forward and placed her hand on the side of his face. "It's okay", she said caressing him, "You like what you see?", she asked.
He became completely speechless when her eyes pierced his with an intense look. He gulped once again, feeling the pressure of her gaze, but he still managed to say shyly and in a very low voice, "Y-Yes...".
A low moan of approval came out of her lips, as she smiled in amusement. "And it feels even better", she whispered closed to his ear, just to pull back and have a look at his reaction. She could see his was struggling to function properly, His face was heated and his body was tense. 'What should I do!?', his head screamed in panic.
Her smile couldn't help but to grow into a grin at how incoherent and confused he was getting by her boldness. "Okay, I'll give you an easy one", she said as her hand went back to caress his face, "What is your name?".
"J-Jellal F-Fernandes", he answered instantly, trying to release the stress and anticipation that was building inside his body. She was a bit surprised by his sudden reply, but didn't break her cool at all. She repeated his name, "Jellal", she said rolling her tongue over the letters, and by that he swore she knew exactly what she was doing to him. "I'm Erza".
"Hi, Erza", he managed to squeak through his vocal chords as Erza wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned into him. Their faces inches apart from each other.
"So, Jellal...Your place, what do you say?".
She was probably gonna give him a heart attack with just her voice at this point. He started panicking again, his heart pounding in his eardrums, as a drop of sweat ran down his forehead.
"I-I...", he started nodding his head anxiously in disagreement, but Erza was quick to shush his stuttering mess. He stopped, as she looked him in the eyes, but there was something different in them. She was piercing his soul with her glare.
He swore something on her eyes changed, like the color…'Scarlet...?'. he thought, narrowing his eyes, but it was hard to say for sure in the darkness. But as he held her eyes, he came to notice his body started feeling numb and his mind followed soon after.
"So, Jellal...Shall we go then?". His brain registered her voice from a distance, like somewhere inside his head. His pupils dilated, "Yes", he answered utterly lost in her eyes.
He walked, got in the car, drove back home, but his consciousness was just gone. It was until they reached his apartment, the moment he heard the clicking sound of the lock, that his mind came back to itself like a bucket of cold water to the face.
He looked around disoriented. He was at his place, and not alone. His eyes came upon that woman from before. The scarlet haired woman, looking at him with...concern?
"Is everything okay?", she asked over his confused state.
'That woman, yeah, we were at the club and then she…', he interrupted his thoughts when he finally realized her intentions, his face even flushed slightly.
"I'm so sorry, I-we can't do this", he said apologetically. She made a pouting face, and stepped closer to him. He was quick to push the door open, and crossed inside saying, "I'm really sorry, I can't. But, may I offer you something to drink instead? Or...something to...c-cover your-", the pink shade over his cheeks darkened, as he made a gesture with his hands as to 'cover up'.
She gave him a mysterious smile, "A drink would be amazing", she said, with a weirdly amused voice, he noticed. Like as if she was keeping a joke to herself, but he soon snapped out of it, and said, "Please, come inside".
Her smile grew even further as she strolled inside the apartment, his eyebrows creased for a moment, but he brushed it off and closed the door after her.
"Is water okay for you?", he asked as he walked into the kitchen.
She wasn't there.
The room was dark, so he walked to the light switch, but when he turned it on, she was nowhere to be seen.
'Strange...', he thought to himself, but when he turned around his heart stopped for a second. She was standing right in front of him.
"Shit", he whispered, as the grasp on his shirt loosened, and he tried to calm his heart down.
She giggled, "Sorry, did i scare you?", she asked, taking a step closer. Jellal walked back nervously in response.
"N-no! Of course not! It's just that I-I wasn't expecting you t-to be s-so...close...", he finished, as he noticed that his back was now touching the wall. She hovered over him, her soft hand delicately caressing his face.
"You don't like closeness...?", she asked, inching closer to his face to have a better look at his eyes. He seemed nervously scared, confused maybe. But what caught her attention the most, was the pain, sadness, and sorrow, hiding in his eyes.
She frowned, turning serious all of a sudden, "Do you love someone?", she asked, as her fingers began to play with the spikes of hair behind his neck, as her other hand lingered over the collar of his shirt.
"I-I...", he stuttered, as he struggled trying to form a sentence. She undid the first button of his white shirt, and proceeded to look up at him expectantly. with her lips slightly parted.
"No", he said abruptly, surprising her. But soon a smile came to her face, before she came even closer, and planted a kiss on his lips.
Soft at first, measuring his reaction, but found herself wondered again, when his lips consented to hers. She took advantage of his eager collaboration to deepen the kiss even further.
Her fingers working on his shirt, as their chests heaved in need of air. Their kisses became rougher, more aggressive, and filled with passion.
Erza kept Jellal against the wall, while she proceeded to undo his belt. But before she continued to strip him down, he placed his hands firmly on her hips to lift her up and hold her close to his chest. She immediately locked her legs around his torso, as he walked them both to his bedroom.
Jellal landed Erza's back over the mattress, and dared to plant a kiss on the center of her chest. Her back arched in pleasure, but a grumbling sound escaped her lips. And with a quick movement of her hips, she rolled them both over, landing on top of him.
He was surprised, as she was now smiling down at him, before she proceeded to plant a kiss on his chest now, just like he did before to her. But Erza didn't stop there. She kissed her way down his skin, and didn't stop or left any square inch of his abdomen unkissed.
She only stopped once she reached his pants' waistline. She looked up in search for his eyes, and once she locked their gazes, she smirked, before pulling off both his pants and underwear in one quick motion.
Jellal's eyes rolled behind his head when he felt Erza's warm breath over his sensitive skin. Then, a few suppressed moans escaped his throat once her breath was replaced with her mouth, which began to engulfed his over, and over, and over.
Jellal opened his eyes slowly, when he noticed Erza had suddenly stopped. She was now sitting right above him now.
"Are you ready?", she asked excitedly. Jellal nodded and Erza smiled in response, as she began to slowly inch down on him.
They both harmonized a deep, low moan of pleasure.
After enjoying the sole pleasure of meeting each other intimately for the first time, Erza started to move slowly on him, but soon enough she picked up a quick pace, while Jellal held her hips to steady her and help her along.
Erza gave him a hungry lustful glare, encouraging him to lose control. He was glad she did, because moments after his mind was able to fully engage on the task above, as the pleasure started to build up inside him. And it wasn't long before he found himself very near the edge.
He warned her about this, but she only smiled and said, "Great! Can I taste you?". He moaned, almost in pain. He swore this woman was going to kill him with just her words. She encouraged him further. He was too clouded to answer, but every word pushed him further, and further, until she finally whispered in his ear, "Let me taste you". And a few moments after that he came into her.
She continued, but with a much slower pace, while Jellal was getting down from his high.
It was her voice that brought him back, as he slowly blinked his eyes back up, and focused on her. She wore a smile on her face, as she completely seized her movements, and simply rested on his naked lap. Jellal smiled back at her, his arms reaching for her body, to pull her close and embrace her. But she remained tall.
"May I taste you now?", she asked, as she made her way closer to his face. She supported herself on her elbows, and her hands rested on either side of his face.
Jellal nodded with a smile on his lips. She leaned closer into his lips, but when she was close enough to graze his lips with hers, something on her face changed.
Darkness surrounded her eyes.
Her veins popped over her skin.
Her teeth grew sharp, like fangs.
And her brown chocolate eyes, turned into bloody scarlet red.
She grinned widely, presenting her frightening set of teeth to Jellal, who was beyond terrified. He was completely petrified, so to put him out of his misery, she didn't waste anymore time.
A snickering sound escaped her lips, before she yank his hair downwards, exposing his neck to her. She licked her lips with hunger, and a low growl rumbled through her throat, before she sank her teeth down into his neck.
