~Lucifer~
He paced the cage, wondering why he had been left behind. Adam and Michael had been set free by God, yet here he sat once again, forgotten. Of all times to be ignored by his father, he never imagined it would be during mating season. Maybe God knew no one could ever want him, or worse. Would god really punish my prospective mate just because of my sins he wondered? He couldn't imagine what it would be doing to her right now. Was she sitting somewhere alone, confused and needing help? Or did she even care? Maybe she was relieved to be free, especially if the other angels found out who she was to be mated to. His stomach turned slightly at the other, less likely, yet completely sickening thought. Maybe she was human.
~Jesse~
"You sure you're ok?" my sister asked for the millionth time. She stared me down, as if trying to diagnose some mystery disease. She felt my forehead and I finally batted her hands away.
"I'm fine. Seriously. I'm just ... Restless I guess." I sighed and made shooing motions at her. "We both have homework, remember?" I began to wonder if begging the dean to share a dorm room with her really had been the best idea.
"Hello! It's Friday! We have all weekend!" she started going on about parties and boys (I was sure real men did not attend a community college in southern Maryland). Which gave me an idea. "Enjoy your party sissy. I think I'll hit up the Smithsonian this weekend." I rubbed my head. I felt an itch to just get the hell out of here and deciding suddenly to take off made it feel a little better. I packed an overnight bag, deciding staying in D.C. would be better than my drunk sister forgetting I was home and bringing some guy back to the room. I grabbed my purse and gave her a quick kiss on the head. She sighed about how I was no fun and immediately went to texting her fellow party goers. I strolled through the parking lot towards my ever faithful Honda Accord. At least I'll always have you I thought, as I loaded my bag and slid my Thirty Seconds to Mars cd in the player. I hit the freeway singing This is War.
~Lucifer~
He felt her now, just the tiniest teasing thread. No details other than the knowledge she was heading his way. He found himself licking his lips in anticipation. His other distractions had gotten old quickly, he was ready for something new and ... fresh to play with.
~Jesse~
I sat there on the side of the road for a while. I blinked, sipped my cold coffee and just tried to breathe. The small Lawrence Kansas sign sat there, only 20 feet in front of me. Don't panic I told myself, just try and forget that you have no idea how you got here. I needed to turn around, and just go home. I drove a bit longer and noticed a turn off. I pulled down the long narrow road, feeling slightly creeped out by the headstones. I saw a dilapidated sign reading Stull Cemetery. Great, I thought. I'm going to be murdered in a cemetery. By zombies. I finally saw a clearing up ahead, thank you baby Jesus! I got my car halfway turned around when it died. What? No. No fucking way. I took a shaky breath and tried to start it. No. How was I out of gas? What the actual fuck? That's it. I was calling my sister. The sudden realization that I was calling my baby sister from Lawrence Kansas in a grave yard because I was out of gas, and my first thought was please God don't let her be drunk. I pulled out my phone, and that was the moment I decided panicking was ok. I had no signal, I'd have to get out of the car. At dusk. In a graveyard. Fuck my life. I stepped out slowly, praying to God, baby Jesus, Chuck Norris and whoever was listening that the zombies didn't eat me. Or that Cybermen didn't start crawling out of the graves. I walked around the car and focused my phone, unaware that I was being watched.
~Lucifer~
He had felt the car approaching and felt the cage open. He felt her now. He could almost smell her. He slipped the confines of the cage, and watched as a silver car entered the graveyard. It began to turn and with a brief thought from him it died. No fuel, no escape. He leaned against a tree and watched, enjoying the feel of her rising panic. He saw her slowly open the door, and gave her a brief once over. Brown hair, green eyes, freckles. Too short and too skinny, why did humans have to be so plain? Was he really that undeserving of an angelic mate? Was his father enjoying watching this? With a low snarl, he made his way towards her. Better something that nothing.
~Jesse~
I broke from glaring at my phone, hearing the inhuman noise from behind me. I spun around, expecting a brain eating zombie, but saw nothing. I jumped into my car and locked the doors. Hunching down and waiting. Silence, and nothing. I peeked my head up, and squinted into the darkness. I prayed it was my overactive imagination that saw the shadows moving, but it seemed like wherever I looked, there was something. I couldn't remember ever being this afraid before, I wanted to be home, safe, with my drunk sister.
"You know," a deep soft voice said from behind me "They say home is where the heart is." I couldn't even scream, terror had seized my heart. I turned slowly around in my seat and there was a man, just chilling there in the passenger seat. Like, just sitting there, and I was too scared to think, or to react. He sighed, slightly rolled his eyes and spoke. "I believe we got off to a bad start. Wasn't trying to terrify you speechless, although…" he leaned in closer, his blue eyes almost glowing, "It is a good look for you." He winked and sat back in the passenger seat. "I'm ready to go when you are, Jezebel." He leaned across my body and grabbed the seatbelt, securing it with a click. "Safety first, wouldn't want any harm to come to you, at least not yet." He sat back again and buckled his belt. "Drive." His voice was still eerily soft, but there was the whole fact that I was probably going to be raped and murdered by him, maybe driving would give me time to figure out an escape plan.
"It's not going to start." I heard my voice but it sounded strange in my ears, like my rational mind had taken a hiatus and was replaced by a terrified 3 year old kind of strange. He rolled his eyes and sighed noisily again, reached over and turned on the car. I stared stupidly at the full gas gauge. "But," I barely got the word out when he made a soft shhh noise at me. "I said drive, Jezebel."
I put the car into drive just as The Kill started playing. Thirty Seconds to Mars, I thought, at least I get to be raped and murdered listening to my favorite band. He made an eerie chuckle, and turned towards me. "I have no intention of murdering you. It would," he brushed my hair away from my face as he moved closer, "be counterproductive."
~Lucifer~
He watched her drive, freckles standing out even more against her paled face. He could feel her heart racing in her chest, smell the sweet scent of peaches and cream mixed with fear. She didn't seem to realize she was driving, making turns and going exactly the way he was directing her tiny human mind. He watched as she bit and sucked her bottom lip, a nervous habit that he found unsettling, because it caused him to think about how that mouth would taste. He wanted to bruise her pretty mouth, but he hadn't decided if he was going to do it with his fist first, or with his own mouth.
~Jesse~
I could feel him watching me, and couldn't stop from chewing my lip. My brain had caught up a bit, and I almost found obsessing over the fact that: 1. Rape was obviously still on the table. 2. Someone that knew me must have told him my name, and possibly how much I hated it when someone thought they were being cute by calling me Jezebel. My parents must have been hippies, naming me Jesse Belle. I focused on that thought, as I watched the dark highway in front of me. I tried to remember them, but as usual it was just a vague fuzzy memory.
"So you were abandoned as a child?" His voice cut through the quiet strains of Closer to the Edge. I squirmed slightly, his unwavering gaze made me feel suddenly hot. Really hot. I managed a deep breath, "Yes." Again his hand brushed through my hair. "And?" I felt myself compelled to tell him anything and everything. "And my mother died when I was two and by the time I was three my dad left me at my aunt's house and never came back. I was adopted and raised by my aunt and uncle. They became my parents and my baby cousin is like a sister to me." I blabbed on a bit more, and he watched me and listened, his face expressionless.
"So you were abandoned by your father." His hand had moved from my hair to my neck, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. Again I felt a strange warm sensation in my stomach, the more he touched me the more it spread. He turned his eyes back to the road, and gestured with his free hand. "Turn here." I turned onto a gravel driveway, approaching an old abandoned looking farmhouse. I pulled up to the house and put the car in park, just as A Beautiful Lie started. He reached across and turned off the car, pocketing the keys with an almost deliberate gesture. He reached over and unclicked my seat belt, then he got out and headed around the car. I knew at this point there was nowhere I could go, we were so far from any civilization, and I was at his mercy.
~Lucifer~
He came around the car and looked at her through the car window. He could see the fear on her face, those pouty lips trembling. He opened the door with a deliberate slowness, and stretched out his hand. She hesitated, swallowed hard and put her small hand in his. She stepped out quickly, as if she knew resisting would only anger him. "Good girl." He led her up the steps and onto the front porch, pausing at the doorway. She looked up at him, trying to keep her body from and shaking and attempting to regain control of her erratic breathing. He knew his staring unnerved her, so continued to look down at her until she looked away, slightly shuffling her feet, but never once attempting to let go of his hand. He turned back to the front door and opened it, leading her in and making another deliberate display of locking it behind them. "Listen carefully, Jezebel, because I will not repeat myself." Her head snapped up, her green eyes wide and fearful. "You will not attempt to leave this house without my permission, or you will be punished. Do you understand?"
~Jesse~
Terror swept through every fiber of my being, but I found myself nodding. "Ye-yes." His grip tightened on my hand. "Yes I understand. I won't…" I felt tears stinging my eyes. "I won't leave." I stared at the floor, my vision blurred because of the tears. I felt a tug on my hand and I followed him through the entryway and down a hallway to the right. We stopped at the last door on the right, and he swung it open. He pushed me inside, and let go of my hand. "Get some sleep." And just like that, the door was closing and he was gone. I stood there and stared at the door for a minute, trying to make anything that had just happened make sense. Shaking my head, I turned and looked at the room.
There was a queen size bed on the left side of the room, hugging the wall. A desk in front of the window, and to my right was a dresser and another door. I found myself hoping that it was a bathroom, and I was not disappointed. I couldn't remember when I had last bathed or peed or really done anything. It was a decent size, with a claw foot tub and shower combo, the weird kind that just has an oval shower curtain wrapped around it. But as long as there was hot water? I turned it on and waited, again I was not disappointed. I started to get undressed, and then froze. What if he was waiting outside? But the steamy shower was beckoning me, and in the list of things I did not want to think about was that he could have overpowered me at any given time if he had wanted to be rapey. I stripped and climbed in and just stood there under the hot water and tried not to think. There was of course no soap in it, so I just stayed in there until I was really too exhausted to stand anymore. I opened the shower curtain, and noticed there were fresh towels on the sink, and pajamas, bathrobe and even slippers. I was actually to a point that I was more deliriously thankful than overly concerned that he had been in there with me. I dried off and wrapped my hair in a towel, put on the pajamas, robe and slippers and headed towards the bed. I was walking past the desk and stopped in my tracks. Deliriously tired was no match for my stomach, which spotted the plate of food sitting there. And not just any food, but my favorite food. A giant plate of Chicken Alfredo with a side of garlic bread, green beans with mayo on them, and a glass of both water and milk. I yanked out the chair and started devouring the food. I didn't think food could taste this good, like mana from heaven. I almost licked the plate when I was done. I pulled the towel off my hair and wiped my mouth and hands with it, then walked back to the bathroom to hang it up. Either this guy was a ninja, or else I just hadn't noticed the toothbrush and toothpaste at the sink before. I brushed my teeth and practically crawled over to the bed and fell instantly asleep.
~Lucifer~
He watched her bathe, and again he was torn between the need to hurt her and the irritating desire to kiss that pink mouth and touch every inch of her. He felt disgusted with himself for desiring her, a pathetic human, like some piece of trash his father had thrown his way. What kind of mate would this scrap of a girl be for an archangel such as himself? His pride was the one thing that had kept him from defiling his body with hers. But part of him knew it was only a short time before his need to claim her as his mate would be the only thing on his mind, pride be damned. He knew she needed food, and as he left her in the shower he had planned only giving her a small meal, but the part of him that desired her won out. He left her favorites, and leaned against the door, hidden, to watch. He told himself it wasn't pleasurable to see how happy the food had made her, that he really didn't care how comfortable the bed was for her, and he definitely had no desire to watch the tiny annoying human girl sleep. He questioned himself as he stood by her bed, watching her face soften as she slept, and failed miserably at resisting the urge to brush her brown curls out of her face. She sighed softly as he stroked her cheek, and found himself sitting on the bed next to her. He was fighting the deep rage he had to just snap her neck. It would be easy, she was so fragile… but his fingers betrayed him and only stroked her throat, her collarbone, and he found himself unbuttoning the top of her pajamas, so he could caress the top of her breasts. A soft moan escaped her as she slept, and as his fingertips found her nipple, he felt lust replacing his rage. It took all his effort, but he moved quickly off the bed and headed towards the door. He was at war with himself, and he tried to strengthen his resolve to not give in to his desire for her.
~Jesse~
Had I ever slept this good in my life I wondered as I yawned and stretched. The feeling died quickly as I sat up and looked, and remembered. My stomach was informing me that something important was happening over in the direction of the desk, and why was I still sitting in bed? I slid my feet into the slippers and wandered over to the desk. Ok, so he was a so far haven't raped you yet ninja who could terrify you with a look and read your mind and knew what you wanted to eat and could also cook it to perfection kind of kidnapper. Again, my favorite breakfast foods. Waffles, with raspberry jam and real maple syrup, a truckload of bacon, a large glass of milk and water, and thank you baby Jesus and Chuck Norris, there was some flatbread and garlic hummus. I took my time and enjoyed all the food, again almost wanting to lick the plates when I was done. I got up and made my way to the bathroom, and along with the complementary toothpaste and toothbrush, there was a dress and undergarments hanging from a hangar in there. And shoes. I tried to remind myself that I was technically a hostage, but it was becoming hard to do. So far he had made veiled threats, but hadn't made any attempt to hurt me. I was confused, but determined to escape. I knew I had to get away, because a gilded cage is still a cage.
I put on the dress, and stockings, shoes. Brushing my teeth, I pondered how I was going to go about getting away. First I was going to need to know the layout of the house. I walked over to the bedroom door, and tried to quench the shiver of fear. He had said not to leave the house, and I could stick to that, for now. I opened the door slowly, and headed down the hallway, my Mary Janes making an echoing noise. At the end of the hallway the foyer and front door were to my left, with an archway to my right that had the amazing smell of fresh brewed coffee coming from it. Right it is I thought, heading into the small and brightly lit kitchen. There was a stove and refrigerator to my right the sink in front of me and on the counter to the left was a coffee pot, sputtering out the last drops into a giant pot. There was a large pink mug next to it, which I guessed was for me. Yeah coffee, I thought as I took a sip. Again, the best coffee I had ever tasted. It seemed everything here was just for my pleasure, and I found it eerily comforting, and also slightly terrifying. I still had not seen my captor since last night, yet there were signs of him everywhere. I looked to my left and saw a table with four chairs, and sat down. There was a sliding door that let out to a large unkempt yard, and behind me towards the front of the house was a cozy living room, it reminded me a bit of my grams house. I stared at the coffee, and again wondered where he was, and thought about my escape.
~Lucifer~
Again he watched. She had enjoyed the breakfast, and he was troubled by her need to still escape. Hadn't he given in to her every whim? He gave her the food she wanted, something nice to wear, coffee, and yet still she was being treacherous in her thoughts of leaving him. His fingers itched to dig into her pale freckled skin. Rage and lust battled as he watched her mouth, her hands, found his gaze wandering to the swell of her breasts, her tiny waist, and the plump curve of her bottom. He thought about kissing her, parting those thighs of hers and claiming her. His rage told him to beat her, watch her beg and scream, and curve his fingers around her neck until her last breath left her body. She was just another piece of human filth, after all, wasn't she? He moved closer, and the fresh smell of peaches and cream hit his nose. He stood there, frozen and unseen, watching the emotions play across her face. Why wasn't she happy? He could give her anything she desired, but he would not relinquish her freedom. His lust and need to mate her was surfacing, just the scent of her was causing his body to respond in ways that both fascinated and sickened him. He wanted to kiss that sweet mouth and taste her skin, to feel her under his body. He wondered at the sounds she would make as he took her. His pride surfaced again and he also wanted to hate her, to destroy her and the weakness she made him feel. He watched her rise and she moved within inches of him, he could feel the heat of her body and her scent overpowered him. She set the cup down on the counter, and sighed.
"I trust you slept well." His voice from behind me was so soft, almost like a caress. He was close enough that I could feel his breath on skin. I turned around slowly and looked at him. I hadn't realized how tall he was until then. His blue eyes were fathomless, his short blonde hair chaos, and his mouth, I was watching his mouth and thought about kissing it. I couldn't explain what was happening inside my body, but I felt a slow heat in my belly, same as before. It felt like a fire meant to consume me. I found myself stepping closer, and now we were inches apart, our mouths even closer. My hands found his chest first, then they began roaming down and around, my fingers sliding under his shirt and onto his back. I went on my tiptoes and brushed my lips to his, that white hot heat burning inside me. He didn't respond to my kiss, and I opened my eyes to look into his. They were so bright blue they seemed to glow. His hands grabbed my upper arms and a growl escaped his lips. "Take your hands off me, Jezebel." I yanked my hands away, a sudden rush of anger hitting me. "That isn't MY NAME!" I was inches from him but felt the need to scream it into his face. "It's Jesse!" The sudden change in expression on his face made me instantly regret screaming into it.
He gave an almost amused smile to her, and watched as she paled and could no longer meet his gaze. He tightened his grip on her arms and watched with pleasure as she winced in pain. "You pathetic little human, you really think I care what your name is?" He let go with his right arm and began dragging her towards the bedroom. He was about to teach the little piece of trash some manners.
I struggled as he drug me into the bedroom, more afraid now than before. He shoved me towards the bed and turned and locked the door. I watched as he slowly made his way towards me, and I found myself backing up, until I felt the bed hit the back of my thighs. "Please don't hurt me." I whimpered as I felt tears began to burn my eyes.
He watched her fighting tears, and again his emotions raged, a deep need to comfort her hit him, and before he could stop himself he was pulling her into his arms. He pressed his face into her hair, breathing in her scent. Shhh, he murmured into her hair. He stroked her back and began placing soft kisses into her hair, her temple, he tilted her chin up and kissed the tears from her cheeks. She sniffled, and offered up her mouth to him. His desire to mate her rushed forward and he claimed her mouth and kissed her breathless. She gasped when he broke the kiss, her eyes wide. He could feel the warmth rushing through her body, could feel her desire for him building. He felt his cock stiffen, and he grabbed her bottom and ground his hips into hers as he kissed her again. When the kiss broke apart his mouth moved to her neck, and he lifted her up easily and carried her onto the bed with him. She lay under him panting, eyes filled with desire. His need for her was almost too much to bear, and he reached under her dress and tore off her panties. He slammed his mouth back into hers, yanking the top of her dress down and squeezing her breast eagerly. He shoved her thighs apart as his mouth attacked her neck, he could hear her eager moans and gasps. With a quick thought he was naked, his large erection already dripping pre-come. He fingered her soaking slit, and groaned at how wet she was for him. He fisted his cock as he looked into her eyes, needing to know she ready. She grabbed the back of his head and devoured his mouth as she eagerly lifted her hips into him. He released his cock and with one hard stroke was buried inside her. She threw her head back as she cried out in pleasure. He grabbed her hip and the back of her hair as he fucked her, hard and deep and unrelenting. Her hips snapped up to meet each powerful thrust, her cries and screams of pleasure were music to him, he felt his grace building up, and could feel they were both on the edge of release. He drove into her a bit harder, and with a few more thrusts he felt her orgasm rush through her body and his followed. He felt his wings unfurl and his grace pour through her, and he placed his hand on the underside of her left breast and left his claiming mark. He rolled over and pulled her with him, she collapsed forward onto his chest. He lay there panting and listening to her ragged breath. He could feel the bright light of her soul, her humanity, and knew she could feel his grace. For the first time since leaving heaven, he felt whole again.
I felt his fingers trailing along my back, but my attention was elsewhere. I stared, then turned and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. "Are you all right?" he whispered, caressing my face. "Yes, I just can't hold back the urge to say this anymore." He gave me a curious look. "My, what big wings you have."
