My first fanfiction. So please Read and Review I'd like to see how i did
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters
Prologue
Footsteps rebounded off the alley's walls. Pants of desperation soon followed. The alley was dark and cold like a morgue. Just as silent save for the seemingly one presence. The alley spoke out silently of death and poverty. As unused trash cans stood within the rubbish that should have filled them, the debris flowed around, littering the streets beyond. Cardboard boxes lined the edges of the alley and newspapers fluttered in the cold, autumn winds that gusted through the dark street.
A lonely homeless beggar sat on the corner of the alley and looked at the dark silhouette that was ever so frantic to escape it's pursuer with disinterest and weary annoyance. Who was this rude intruder who dared interrupt his slumber? The dark figure tripped and fell with a cry. The poor were used to seeing the terrors of the night within big thriving metropolises and simply ignored as to not get themselves within complicated ordeals. So the poor old beggar simply shrugged and dismissed the distressed person, then continued to drift to sleep.
The small silhouette suddenly screamed in utmost terror and the old man looked up with an apathetic eye and then jumped back in horror, his mouth agape as he witnessed the sight before him unfold. He struggled to get up, his legs leaden from shock. Tripping several times while on his way to straighten his back and run in the opposite direction as the female voice screamed ever shriller.
Her attacker, total disregard and indifference to the old destitute man, continued to descend upon his target. He swooped down seemingly from nowhere and advanced on the alarmed female. The dark, winged creature folded his wings and dropped bodily on top of her. Knocking the wind out of her, she stared at the wall, her mouth agap. He pressed his full body against hers, reveling in her fright and the smooth curves of her figure and used his weight to his advantage to force her to the ground. Gripping and wrapping her hair in his fist and yanking her head forcefully to the ground. Her neck arched out, reluctantly making her vulnerable. He looked at her with eyes thick with desire and eyed the tender flesh that pulsed rapidly with blood. He licked her neck slowly, agonizingly and sickeningly with his long tongue. Tasting her innocence and taking in the delicious way she had squirmed under his lean finesse.
He covered them both with his vast, black, bat-like wings so that only his gleaming, red eyes could be seen. Even in the dark, the poor victimized girl could tell he was smirking wickedly. Her mouth opened in a silent gaping hole. He took the unintentional invitation and took her mouth, muffling her screams of terror. He slithered his long tongue into her mouth, invading her and running his tongue along her perfectly straight teeth. She tried to bite the intrusive foreign object and he retracted, laughing as he did so. He licked his lips hungrily, thoroughly enjoying her discomfort. She continued to struggle against his sculpted chest, a feeble effort to prevent him from doing anything to her. In the darkness, where they were on his turf, he ripped her clothes with his razor-sharp claws. She lay prone under him in nothing but her undergarments and the remains of her clothes. She gasped in horror and struggled harder in protest. He started to feel a stirring in his lower regions that resulted from her struggles. His grin grew and lowered his head to nip her neck. She gasped and flailed her arms, trying to beat her assailant. He grabbed her slender wrists and forced them to the ground, crossed above her head. He took her body and pressed her flush against him. He continued his sexual assaults, but never going past just teasing. His victim slowly lost consciousness, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and her head limply fell back. She had fainted. He chuckled, stood up slowly and spread his wings wide. It was an oddity: a large, bipedal male demon holding a girl coming up no further than his mid-torso. His face consisted of sharp features, hard yet piercing violet eyes, and long pointed ears. He almost look like an elf, the wings were the only give away he was not. Looking at his prey, he studied her features.
Her flawless skin simply glowed in the feeble street light, making her already perfect skin seem god-like. Her ebony hair draped dramatically over his arms and shone like a midnight blue sky. He ran a hand through it and it slithered between his long, clawed fingers like water and felt just as soft and smooth. Her slender neck broadened to her shoulders and perfect breasts, which were covered only by her white bra, and tapering down to her small waist, eventually sloping elegantly outwards to make room for her child-bearing hips. Her legs, as he gently felt, were smooth, slender and long. Not a flaw was to be found on this beautiful creature.
The perfect hourglass figure, he thought. She should do well for trading. He looked back at her small, delicate face and studied it. Perfect face too. Flawless, with groomed, arching eyebrows, small nose and full lips. She has to be no older than 18. I wonder…, the demon thought. He reached down her body. Hmmm, tight. Perfect! She must be a virgin, she'll be more of a sale now. He paused in his thought. I wonder how I ever got into this business…, Benji's so sick for making me go after girls like this. Sorry, girl, got bills to pay and put food on the table. He felt a pang of guilt and shook his head to rid it of such nonsense. This mighty demon does not feel guilt! Still, his business was a risky one and in some ways demoralizing. He reached to the sky with his wings and squatted to get ready to take off. Taking another guilty glance at the girl and mentally pleading for forgiveness from both his god and her, he pushed off the ground with little effort and lifted higher and higher in the sky. His wings pulsed to her heartbeat unintentionally as he climbed higher into the clouds.
Finally realizing what he was doing, he held his wings for a beat to alter the synchronized rhythm. He shook his head to clear it and stared at her. He looked to her to see if he could will the answer from her unmoving lips. Why is this one different? I've been able to take virgins from their beds and sell them at prices that make kings stare awestruck at me for my marketing abilities. So why does this girl seem so different, even though she had not spoken a word to me? She even ran like all the others. She screamed and cowered like all the others.
The demon realized it wasn't the way her body spoke to him… it was her eyes. Those deep molten brown eyes screamed at him. She didn't seem afraid of him. In fact she seemed to defy him, to almost dare him to do something to her. Her mind seemed to fear something else, something far off. Whether her life, maidenhood, or dignity, he didn't know what she feared.
Whatever she feared it seemed like something that she was afraid to loose, and it seemed like it was an object subject to be lost. He did know what she feared was not him and found this attractive and curious. He wished he could delve deeper to find out about this spirited young girl's personality.
He sighed remembering his revolting boss, who took young virgins and drooled over them and god knows what else, would be upset if he did not bring a female to sell in the next SA convention. The SA convention, SA being the acronym for Slaves Association, or for most who know it as the Slaves' Hell, was held every year, auctioning off only the best of girls. The girls, usually virgins, would silently and reluctantly go to their new owners and usually was never heard from again.
The demon looked down regretfully, and then an idea sparked in his head. Even though he still had to give her up, he would at least make sure she went to a good owner and that nothing would happen to her. From then on the demon made a personal vow to the young girl, and hopefully to future girls, to make sure nothing bad happened to them. With that he beat his wings with newfound energy.
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