AN: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED 'M': CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE OF A SEXUAL NATURE (RAPE) AND CONTAINS NOT SO NICE RELIGIOUS REFERENCES...MAY OFFEND.....BE WARNED!!!!!!!!!

FALLEN ANGEL PART 4

Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.

Sister Elizabeth Davies went about the small convent turning out the downstairs lights. In truth it was a converted terraced house with a tiny chapel and mission kitchen downstairs and a small dorm and bathroom upstairs. The house was home to four Nuns, had been now for almost 20 years. Thursday was mission day when the doors were opened up to feed the local homeless an evening meal. Sisters Mary and Annette were out of town visiting a monastery near Liecester and Sister Terese had retired to her bed, and well at 87 years she was entitled. Elizabeth had spent the evening, cleaning the kitchen and washing and drying the dishes then sat in the chapel for an hour of contemplative meditation and prayer. It was automatic for her, she loved God had given herself over to her faith as soon as she had graduated from university 12 years before hand and now at 33 she was happy and doing what she always wanted to do, serving God by doing his work in the local community. She had learnt to speak Polish and Slovakian because many Eastern Europeans had come to the neighbourhood and she had mastered Welsh too, and each day she felt closer to God and more content with her role in the world. Her parents had struggled with her choices at first but even they had finally come round when they saw just how content she was. She was humming one of her favourite hynms as she made her way up the creaky stairs to bed.

Elizabeth's eyes snapped open as something came down and clamped over her mouth holding her head fast against the pillow. She stared wide eyed into the shadowed and contorted face of a young man who was smiling down her. Insanely she realised he had turned on her bedside light and she fleetingly wondered if he could see the terror in her dark eyes. Of course he could, because his grip tightened not only on her face but over her left breast as well, through her night dress and the sheets. His hold was vice like, his piercing blue gaze holding her as tightly as his hands did. Elizabeth lay there frozen and terrified and she wondered if Terese knew this man were there, her eyes darting in her companion's direction. The man leaned in, his face almost touching hers, his breath hot and spicy against her skin. He inhaled her fear deeply and then pulled back slightly forcing her to look into his eyes.

Stop, please...stop me...for fuck's sake woman kick me...anything just don't let me do this.

"No help there I'm afraid." His velvet tones washed over her, the Welsh accent stirring something unknown with in her own body. "The old lady croaked as soon as she looked at me I'm afraid. It's just you and me, Sister." He whispered leaning down and licking the side of her face, savouring the porcelain skin against his tongue, she tasted like wine, and chocolate and sex. His hand was squeezing painfully at her breast. Elizabeth jerked, suddenly finding her anger. He had no right to touch her, no right over her at all. He barely seemed to notice and with another futile attempt to move she realised to her horror that she wasn't going to be going anywhere. She felt weak and unable to control her own body and tears leaked from her eyes.

"Your God, isn't going to help you now. This is your merciful Lord letting you lie here in terror and you are so pretty too, such a waste." He hand roughly tugged away the sheet, his other still steadfastly clamped over her mouth. His body now straddling hers. "I think we need to get better aquainted, don't you?"

Elizabeth couldn't look away as he shoved her night dress up over her stomach and forced his hand between her legs. Her whimpers did not escape her mouth like the tears that flowed over her face as he pushed himself into her with such violence the pain almost blacked her out. She wished it had as he bit viciously into the soft skin of her white breasts and exposed neck.

"This is how much your God loves you Sister, sacrificing your virtue to the devil, carrying a demon child into the world because your faith would never allow you to rid yourself of it."

When he was done with her he held a knife to her face. "Just so you don't forget who had you first, God's whore."

The word 'PESTE' was carved neatly across her belly, before he was done she lost consciousness.

Ianto got back to his flat at 5am and discovered it empty. Unconcerned he pulled off his clothes and took a shower, donning a Torchwood veneer and throwing his dirty clothes into the dustbin shared by the residents of his apartment building. An hour and half later he was making coffee in the Hub. Jack was leaning against the door jam watching his young lover as he prepared coffee for the both of them. There was something much more fluid and graceful about Ianto's movements.

"Hey."

Ianto turned offering him a slight smile and Jack noticed that Ianto wasn't wearing a tie. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone revealing that tantalizing spot at the base of his throat, one of Jack's favourite kissing spots. He could feel his own arousal. What the fuck was going on? Wasn't HE the one with the pheromones?

"Coffee Jack?"

Jack nodded slightly dumbfounded, it took him a moment to compose himself as he took the mug that Ianto offered.

"So..er...where'd you get to last night?"

Ianto seemed unconcerned by the enquiry. "Took a drive out to the coast. I needed to think. I'm sorry did I wake you?"

His soft tones washed over Jack like a tonic, he remembered that tone from a couple of weeks ago down in the archives. It was intoxicating, distracting....distracting....damn it too distracting.

"I was worried." Jack straightened himself and tried to focus.

"I didn't mean to worry you Jack. I'm sorry I should have left a note or something. I often go out for a drive at night, it helps me clear my head, you know that."

It was true, Ianto used to do it all the time, Jack had kept close tabs on him for a long while after the Lisa incident.

"So what did you need to think about?"

"Us actually."

"OH?"

Ianto was looking shy now, but didn't seem to quite pull it off, Jack could see the excitement burning brightly in his eyes and he got the feeling that he wasn't the source of it. Ianto took a pace forward and gently brushed the tips of his fingers over Jack's hand.

"I was thinking you could move in with me." He looked up at Jack through his long dark eyelashes. Jack was losing it again, focussing on Ianto's full lips that were slightly parted in anticipation. Jack captured them in a bruising kiss, his hand going to the back of Ianto's head to hold him there, he needed the control or least to feel as though he had some. They drew apart some undefined amount of time later, breathless and Jack smiled brightly at him to hide his panic.

"Count me in, but it's not an engagement or anything." He replied licking at his lips. Ianto seemed content with that, he stepped back pulling a claret coloured tie from his suit jacket pocket.

"Guess I should just finish getting dressed then." He eased himself passed Jack ghosting his hand over Jack throbbing crotch as he went. Jack bit back a curse wondering want on earth was wrong with his lover.

Ianto walked away.

Jack I am so sorry. Forgive me please. I can't fight this please listen for me I know you know that something is wrong, please...You have to stop this Jack because I can't. I'm not strong enough. I'm sorry.

Kathy Swanson had seen many terrible things in her life, but the traumatised woman before broke her heart. How anyone could murder a little old lady, a nun at that and then rape another, a young woman who had never so much as kissed a boy in her life. It went beyond appalling and she wanted all the help she get in catching the sick fucker that had done it. Reluctantly she decided to notify Torchwood, it wasn't in their remit but right now she didn't give a toss.

Attn: Captain Jack Harkness: Torchwood,

From: Detective Inspector Kathy Swanson Gwent CID.

RE: Murder of Sister Terese Paul and the rape of Sister Elizabeth Davies.

I wanted to give you a heads up on this case. It's especially nasty and we are investigating every avenue. I know occasionally our paths cross if you do come across anything you believe may be relevant or can offer any assistance in this matter please contact me.

Files are attached.

Kathy.

Jack Harkness spent the entire night going over the case notes, reading and re-reading Sister Elizabeth's statement. It made his gut clench but he wasn't sure what they could do help, the police appeared to have it all in hand. The only unusual thing was the odd looking DNA, he got Owen to examine the following day.

Father Gabriel closed down the screen of his lap top. The email had been perfectly clear. Cardiff it was. Taneth had already begun it's evil work there. Ianto Jones apparently worked in a tourist shop, there was virually no other information about the man, it was if he didn't exist apart from on one conspiracy web site about aliens. Still he had a picture now, well at least he hoped he did and when he saw it his heart had filled with dread and pity, this was going to be much harder than he had first thought.