Falling From Heaven: The Sequel to An Angel from Hell
by Kayla Chavi
Prologue
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Alternate/Romance
Email: kaylachavi@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.envy.nu/kaylachavi/index.htm
* * *
First, if you haven't read the revised version of An Angel from Hell, I suggest you do that before reading this. It's at ASMR and my website, not on FFN. Trust me, part will make a lot more sense if you do.
Second, it's been a year since I promised a sequel. Here it is ^^; I hope you enjoy it as much as you did the first time. Also...expect it to be slow in coming...I'm in college and very busy, but I will write.
Third, thanks should go to Steffy, Ely-chan, Kii-kindred (Rose Society), Beji-imouto-chan, and Satti for being very supportive of everything. *huggles group* You're wonderful!
* * *
Jedeite told me that I would have to see it to believe it. I'm sure he was right, most of the time he is, but there was only one problem with all of this.
I had no idea what 'it' was.
That's why I was walking through the gothic vampire club and keeping my eyes open for him. That's the reason why I was putting myself through the torture of this noise. I swear, its been nearly thirty years since I was made and the music has just gotten worse.
If I could have sighed, I would have. I sat down in one of the unoccupied dark corners. As always my thoughts turned to that of Serena and our lives together.
Yes, lives. Plural. More than one.
Its amazing what you get to remember once you die. Did you know that I had been alive at least twenty separate and distinct times? Did you know that in those twenty lives that I knew Serena intimately in seventeen of them. One life I had died in a war before she had managed to seduce me. I had wanted to be an honorable man and marry her after I returned. The only problem with that idea was that I didn't return. Another I had spent as an invalid and died at age ten. The last one I had tried to kill her before she even got a chance to tell me who she was. That one was interesting because. . .well actually its more embarrassing than interesting.
On second thought, let's not go there.
However, I've decided that I have a favorite life. If there was one life that I could relive, it would be that of Mamoru's. I had been a Japanese Prince and through the course of five years, Serena and I had an ongoing affair. I had several wives actually, but for five years I devoted my life to Serena. It helped that she had killed several of my favorite wives. Then again she tended to kill any girl I looked at that wasn't her anyway. Despite this, we had shared everything. I had accepted everything.
The sex was pretty damned amazing too.
That's what vampires think about. They think about three things, death, feeding, and sex. I had enough of a problem of the last one when I was mortal. Being a vampire was starting to drive me insane.
Which was why watching these mortals and vampires dance was getting to the point of uncomfortable annoyance. When was Jedeite going to show up anyway?
As if he had heard me, he appeared out of nowhere and sat down. "Finally."
"I was detained," he said. "So have you seen it?"
I shot him a deadly look, "Seen what?"
The blond man smiled and nodded to the dance floor, "In the middle of the dance floor are two mortals. You can't see them from here. I suggest standing against the wall."
I raised an eyebrow and did as he suggested.
Dancing in the middle of the floor were two young girls. One was raven-haired, the other, blonde. My gaze was drawn to the tight black leather pants the blond was wearing, which hugged her small body. She was wearing a black leather top which resembled a bodice, the kind that was worn over ball gowns a long time ago. This girl wasn't wearing a ball gown, just the bodice.
She was pale, remarkably pale, making the gothic make-up she was wearing even more pronounced. If one didn't know she was a mortal, they would easily assume she was a vampire. Her hair reached her shoulders and was in gentle waves.
Then I met her eyes across the room and I knew.
I was about to move to go out there and meet her but Jedeite stopped me.
"Watch," was all he said.
She was currently dancing between two large male vampires, one in front of her, the other behind her. Their hands shamelessly wandered her body and her eyes closed as a purely seductive look crossed her features. In an innocent move she tilted her head so that her neck was bare and inviting.
I saw her smile. It was the smile that she gave when she was about to do something positively devious and knew she was going to enjoy it immensely.
Some things never changed.
Both vampires eyed it hungrily, lusting after both her and the blood that she seemed to be offering. Jedeite had to restrain me from tearing them limb from limb. I could have too, with no effort involved. I was the fourth most Powerful vampire alive next to Damien, Jedeite, and Kalkaylakia...mustn't forget her.
"Just watch," he said.
I rolled my eyes and looked back out there just in time to the vampire behind her turn to dust. The other in front of her was dust an instant later.
I raised an eyebrow.
The dancing around her stopped and the music squeaked to a halt. In an instant four more around her were equally small piles of dust. She moved with a powerful and deadly grace.
In her hand was a staff and next to her was the slightly older girl with long black hair and violet eyes. Her hands were glowing with the essence of fire. Around her were three piles of ash.
No one moved and I saw her scan the room carefully until her eyes lighted on me. She arched her eyebrow and I knew that she had felt my gaze wander her body earlier.
The Gods love irony and I could hear them laughing as we speak. My angel from Hell was back and very much alive.
And very much a vampire slayer.
* * *
I felt eyes on me as I danced with the two guy vamps. I could feel how much they wanted me as their hands wandered my body. I closed my eyes and listened to the music. I tried to pinpoint the source of the gaze but it was difficult to feel exactly who it was.
It had to be a very old and Powerful vampire if I could feel them watching me like this. I wondered if it was Damien for a moment, but dismissed the thought. The Master had made it quite clear that if I ever saw him, he would make sure that I woke up dead in his bed. He told me he didn't like me mortal, whatever the hell that means.
Tilting my head I could feel the warmth of one of the vampires mouths on my neck, so I made my move. Out of my halter came the short magical wooden staff that I cared around with me.
I smiled, knowing I was going to enjoy the hell out of this.
One pile of dust erupted behind me.
Another came a moment later.
The people around me stopped dancing and the music stopped. A circle around us was formed as they just looked at Rei and I, unsure what to do.
Suddenly there were four more piles of dust around me and three around Rei, her hands glowing from her Flamethrower spell.
I felt the eyes on me once more and scanned the room. Suddenly I came into contact with a pair of bright blue eyes. The vampire was handsome, I would give him that.
Okay, he was down right sexy.
His hair was black and short, his skin was pale but not so much that it was noticeable. That surprised me, I thought that this vampire was old, he had that kind of a feel about him. But by looking at him I knew that he was maybe sixty years old, and that was stretching it. He also was tall and very muscular.
I looked him over.
Oh yeah, definitely some muscle there.
He must have caught me staring for he raised an eyebrow when our eyes met. I just smiled what I have been told is a smile between seduction and innocence, and then raised an eyebrow.
There was something startling familiar about this vampire. Something that I could feel call in the very depths of my soul.
Too bad that I was a vampire slayer and had sworn I would never make the same mistake as a lot previous slayers. Screwing the Undead is not on my list of things to do before I die.
I watched carefully as he walked over to me, the room was still silent, and the crowd parted for him and he didn't stop until he was standing in front of me.
"Serena d'Lamouge," he said my name as if he knew it intimately, as if he had said it in the throws of passion.
Not that I had ever heard my name said like that, but if it had been, I imagine this is what it would sound like when they talked to me later.
I've been told that I have a wild imagination. I don't really need one, considering my life is wild enough, but apparently I do have a wild one. Go figure.
Am I rambling? Sorry. Back to the sexy man in front of me.
His expression was one of humor, as if he found what he was saying ironic or even a little bit funny. "At last we meet."
"At last?"
"At last," he repeated and touched the side of my face before running his hand through my hair, "I've been watching you," he continued, "for a very. . .very," his gaze went over my body again and I felt something akin to desire go through me, "very long time."
"Is that so?" I managed to get out, proud that my voice didn't waver and I sounded like the epitome of control.
He met my eyes again and smiled. Again he looked as if he found the entire situation filled with humor. "Yes."
"And you are?" I asked, lifting an eyebrow and thanking all of the gods that be that I was able to do that. This vampire breathed sexuality and experience, well he would if vampires could breathe. I'm starting too think in cliché, not a good sign from the cognitive perspective of things. It didn't help that he seemed to know how to get my very much a virgin body to react to him in starling ways.
"Darien."
I blinked. Darien Kincaid, a vampire made by the Master himself. And not only was he made by Damien, he had been a vampire Hunter when he was mortal. Apparently he had been in love with one of the greatest vampires of all time, Senna. Not like I had researched this or anything.
"Do I frighten you, Serena?" he asked and I realized that he was very close to me. So close that his lips were only a breath away from mine.
"No."
He smiled down at me, a knowing smile, a smile that told me that he knew that I was frightened by what he was doing to me. A smile that was incredibly pleased that he was making me very uncomfortable.
Stupid vampires and what they think is good for kicks. Castration could be fun. Maybe I'll take that up.
"You know I could kill you," his hand was again in my hair, his palm cupping my check.
"I know," I paused and met his eyes. "Do you plan to?" I asked icily.
Control, I told myself. Control.
He laughed quietly and then brushed his lips across mine.
"Never."
He pulled away and then with a wave of his hand dismissed all of the other dancers and vampires from the club. Soon it was empty except for him and his blond friend.
I looked between them and then wondered if they were lovers.
Then I blushed at the turn of my thoughts. Bad, Serena, I chided myself. Just because vampires think about *that* more often then not, does not mean that they are doing the horizontal hula with everyone.
"Until next time Serena."
"Next time?" I raised an eyebrow, "Next time expect to fit into an ashtray."
He laughed quietly, "You wouldn't do that," he said certainly.
"I wouldn't? Any why, pray tell, wouldn't I?"
"You like me too much," and then he and his companion were gone in a blur of movement.
Rei looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "I'm impressed Sere," she teased. "First the Master and then his favorite Childe. Uncle Andy would be so proud."
by Kayla Chavi
Prologue
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Alternate/Romance
Email: kaylachavi@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.envy.nu/kaylachavi/index.htm
* * *
First, if you haven't read the revised version of An Angel from Hell, I suggest you do that before reading this. It's at ASMR and my website, not on FFN. Trust me, part will make a lot more sense if you do.
Second, it's been a year since I promised a sequel. Here it is ^^; I hope you enjoy it as much as you did the first time. Also...expect it to be slow in coming...I'm in college and very busy, but I will write.
Third, thanks should go to Steffy, Ely-chan, Kii-kindred (Rose Society), Beji-imouto-chan, and Satti for being very supportive of everything. *huggles group* You're wonderful!
* * *
Jedeite told me that I would have to see it to believe it. I'm sure he was right, most of the time he is, but there was only one problem with all of this.
I had no idea what 'it' was.
That's why I was walking through the gothic vampire club and keeping my eyes open for him. That's the reason why I was putting myself through the torture of this noise. I swear, its been nearly thirty years since I was made and the music has just gotten worse.
If I could have sighed, I would have. I sat down in one of the unoccupied dark corners. As always my thoughts turned to that of Serena and our lives together.
Yes, lives. Plural. More than one.
Its amazing what you get to remember once you die. Did you know that I had been alive at least twenty separate and distinct times? Did you know that in those twenty lives that I knew Serena intimately in seventeen of them. One life I had died in a war before she had managed to seduce me. I had wanted to be an honorable man and marry her after I returned. The only problem with that idea was that I didn't return. Another I had spent as an invalid and died at age ten. The last one I had tried to kill her before she even got a chance to tell me who she was. That one was interesting because. . .well actually its more embarrassing than interesting.
On second thought, let's not go there.
However, I've decided that I have a favorite life. If there was one life that I could relive, it would be that of Mamoru's. I had been a Japanese Prince and through the course of five years, Serena and I had an ongoing affair. I had several wives actually, but for five years I devoted my life to Serena. It helped that she had killed several of my favorite wives. Then again she tended to kill any girl I looked at that wasn't her anyway. Despite this, we had shared everything. I had accepted everything.
The sex was pretty damned amazing too.
That's what vampires think about. They think about three things, death, feeding, and sex. I had enough of a problem of the last one when I was mortal. Being a vampire was starting to drive me insane.
Which was why watching these mortals and vampires dance was getting to the point of uncomfortable annoyance. When was Jedeite going to show up anyway?
As if he had heard me, he appeared out of nowhere and sat down. "Finally."
"I was detained," he said. "So have you seen it?"
I shot him a deadly look, "Seen what?"
The blond man smiled and nodded to the dance floor, "In the middle of the dance floor are two mortals. You can't see them from here. I suggest standing against the wall."
I raised an eyebrow and did as he suggested.
Dancing in the middle of the floor were two young girls. One was raven-haired, the other, blonde. My gaze was drawn to the tight black leather pants the blond was wearing, which hugged her small body. She was wearing a black leather top which resembled a bodice, the kind that was worn over ball gowns a long time ago. This girl wasn't wearing a ball gown, just the bodice.
She was pale, remarkably pale, making the gothic make-up she was wearing even more pronounced. If one didn't know she was a mortal, they would easily assume she was a vampire. Her hair reached her shoulders and was in gentle waves.
Then I met her eyes across the room and I knew.
I was about to move to go out there and meet her but Jedeite stopped me.
"Watch," was all he said.
She was currently dancing between two large male vampires, one in front of her, the other behind her. Their hands shamelessly wandered her body and her eyes closed as a purely seductive look crossed her features. In an innocent move she tilted her head so that her neck was bare and inviting.
I saw her smile. It was the smile that she gave when she was about to do something positively devious and knew she was going to enjoy it immensely.
Some things never changed.
Both vampires eyed it hungrily, lusting after both her and the blood that she seemed to be offering. Jedeite had to restrain me from tearing them limb from limb. I could have too, with no effort involved. I was the fourth most Powerful vampire alive next to Damien, Jedeite, and Kalkaylakia...mustn't forget her.
"Just watch," he said.
I rolled my eyes and looked back out there just in time to the vampire behind her turn to dust. The other in front of her was dust an instant later.
I raised an eyebrow.
The dancing around her stopped and the music squeaked to a halt. In an instant four more around her were equally small piles of dust. She moved with a powerful and deadly grace.
In her hand was a staff and next to her was the slightly older girl with long black hair and violet eyes. Her hands were glowing with the essence of fire. Around her were three piles of ash.
No one moved and I saw her scan the room carefully until her eyes lighted on me. She arched her eyebrow and I knew that she had felt my gaze wander her body earlier.
The Gods love irony and I could hear them laughing as we speak. My angel from Hell was back and very much alive.
And very much a vampire slayer.
* * *
I felt eyes on me as I danced with the two guy vamps. I could feel how much they wanted me as their hands wandered my body. I closed my eyes and listened to the music. I tried to pinpoint the source of the gaze but it was difficult to feel exactly who it was.
It had to be a very old and Powerful vampire if I could feel them watching me like this. I wondered if it was Damien for a moment, but dismissed the thought. The Master had made it quite clear that if I ever saw him, he would make sure that I woke up dead in his bed. He told me he didn't like me mortal, whatever the hell that means.
Tilting my head I could feel the warmth of one of the vampires mouths on my neck, so I made my move. Out of my halter came the short magical wooden staff that I cared around with me.
I smiled, knowing I was going to enjoy the hell out of this.
One pile of dust erupted behind me.
Another came a moment later.
The people around me stopped dancing and the music stopped. A circle around us was formed as they just looked at Rei and I, unsure what to do.
Suddenly there were four more piles of dust around me and three around Rei, her hands glowing from her Flamethrower spell.
I felt the eyes on me once more and scanned the room. Suddenly I came into contact with a pair of bright blue eyes. The vampire was handsome, I would give him that.
Okay, he was down right sexy.
His hair was black and short, his skin was pale but not so much that it was noticeable. That surprised me, I thought that this vampire was old, he had that kind of a feel about him. But by looking at him I knew that he was maybe sixty years old, and that was stretching it. He also was tall and very muscular.
I looked him over.
Oh yeah, definitely some muscle there.
He must have caught me staring for he raised an eyebrow when our eyes met. I just smiled what I have been told is a smile between seduction and innocence, and then raised an eyebrow.
There was something startling familiar about this vampire. Something that I could feel call in the very depths of my soul.
Too bad that I was a vampire slayer and had sworn I would never make the same mistake as a lot previous slayers. Screwing the Undead is not on my list of things to do before I die.
I watched carefully as he walked over to me, the room was still silent, and the crowd parted for him and he didn't stop until he was standing in front of me.
"Serena d'Lamouge," he said my name as if he knew it intimately, as if he had said it in the throws of passion.
Not that I had ever heard my name said like that, but if it had been, I imagine this is what it would sound like when they talked to me later.
I've been told that I have a wild imagination. I don't really need one, considering my life is wild enough, but apparently I do have a wild one. Go figure.
Am I rambling? Sorry. Back to the sexy man in front of me.
His expression was one of humor, as if he found what he was saying ironic or even a little bit funny. "At last we meet."
"At last?"
"At last," he repeated and touched the side of my face before running his hand through my hair, "I've been watching you," he continued, "for a very. . .very," his gaze went over my body again and I felt something akin to desire go through me, "very long time."
"Is that so?" I managed to get out, proud that my voice didn't waver and I sounded like the epitome of control.
He met my eyes again and smiled. Again he looked as if he found the entire situation filled with humor. "Yes."
"And you are?" I asked, lifting an eyebrow and thanking all of the gods that be that I was able to do that. This vampire breathed sexuality and experience, well he would if vampires could breathe. I'm starting too think in cliché, not a good sign from the cognitive perspective of things. It didn't help that he seemed to know how to get my very much a virgin body to react to him in starling ways.
"Darien."
I blinked. Darien Kincaid, a vampire made by the Master himself. And not only was he made by Damien, he had been a vampire Hunter when he was mortal. Apparently he had been in love with one of the greatest vampires of all time, Senna. Not like I had researched this or anything.
"Do I frighten you, Serena?" he asked and I realized that he was very close to me. So close that his lips were only a breath away from mine.
"No."
He smiled down at me, a knowing smile, a smile that told me that he knew that I was frightened by what he was doing to me. A smile that was incredibly pleased that he was making me very uncomfortable.
Stupid vampires and what they think is good for kicks. Castration could be fun. Maybe I'll take that up.
"You know I could kill you," his hand was again in my hair, his palm cupping my check.
"I know," I paused and met his eyes. "Do you plan to?" I asked icily.
Control, I told myself. Control.
He laughed quietly and then brushed his lips across mine.
"Never."
He pulled away and then with a wave of his hand dismissed all of the other dancers and vampires from the club. Soon it was empty except for him and his blond friend.
I looked between them and then wondered if they were lovers.
Then I blushed at the turn of my thoughts. Bad, Serena, I chided myself. Just because vampires think about *that* more often then not, does not mean that they are doing the horizontal hula with everyone.
"Until next time Serena."
"Next time?" I raised an eyebrow, "Next time expect to fit into an ashtray."
He laughed quietly, "You wouldn't do that," he said certainly.
"I wouldn't? Any why, pray tell, wouldn't I?"
"You like me too much," and then he and his companion were gone in a blur of movement.
Rei looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "I'm impressed Sere," she teased. "First the Master and then his favorite Childe. Uncle Andy would be so proud."