True Misery Part Three

Déjà Vu

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Life…Death…Love…Pain…Was there really any difference?

Riff's mind had been blank all through the next few weeks. It was quiet in the empty house. His feet were constantly bare- they were dry and calloused around the sides. Had they not been there, splinters would have lodged themselves deep in his pale toes. His poor feet were constantly dragged along the unpolished solid wood floor, unfortunately catching any kind of dirty little secret wedged between the cracks in the floor boards.

"Riff…you don't look too good…are you alright…?"

He lifted his head, only to catch an eye full of golden green, peering into his very soul.

"Nmm…?"

Cain's brow furrowed as he lifted his hand to Riff's shoulder and shook gently. "Anybody home?" Cain's eyes widened when he felt a firm hang squeezing his shoulder.

"Leave him alone, Cain." Jizabel's voice was strong but gentle. Cain glanced at him and released Riff's shoulder.

"Feel better," he said, staring up at he man with sympathy. Riff pasted a smile to her face and nodded, he had barely begun to notice that his hands had started to quiver. He had not noticed the burning sensation in the corners of his eyes at all until the brunette and platinum blond haired men had disappeared from his sight, into a separate room.

Riff sat beside the window, his dull sapphires met the crystals of an eternal sky. "…Why must you be beautiful…?"

"Riff…" Cain was staring at him. Riff looked up to his kitten-like angelic face. "You did this…"

His sleeve was up. Cain's eyes were pooling with warm liquid, and he didn't care. "I…I…why? Why did you do this?"

Riff blinked and looked up toward the ceiling. "…I can't tell you. You're too young."

Truth be it, he didn't want to tell him. He was old enough, but…something about poisoning the mind of someone who was so…naïve…

It was not his time to become a man. Not yet. Riff's arms had begun to quiver, his fingertips twitching. There was a gentle feeling on his arm and he looked to see the porcelain cheek of an angel resting on his scarring skin. Tears filled his dulled and aging eyes.

"Alice…"

Their lips connected.

"Cain! Why did you do that? I told you to leave him alone!" Jizabel scolded him, hands gripping his shoulders firmly. Cain stared at his beautiful lover, his eyes wide with fear and astonishment. Why had Jizabel become so steely…?

"I…I…" Cain's knees buckled beneath him. "I'm sorry…I-I didn't know I bared such a strong resemblance to her…I thought you just believed that he needed time…I di-didn't know…" Cain's voice quivered. He felt completely ashamed of himself.

"You should have just listened to me!" Jizabel had not noticed that he had begun to shake the young boy violently. The brunette was beginning to feel light headed and a bit dizzy from watching the walls and objects in the room dart back and forth beyond his sight.

"I…" a nauseous feeling filled his chest and he choked on the air he had forced into his trachea. The nausea didn't even budge when Jizabel released him. He swooned, and fell forwards into Jizabel's arms.

He was entrapped in the strength of his strong lover, and he knew that no matter how angry Jizabel would get, he would never hate him. And Cain would never stop loving him.

Cain's brunette locks were pressed gently against the feathery lightness of the pillow as he was laid down on the bed. A strong arm was draped around his waist and he dozed off, basking in the warmth of Jizabel's protecting persona. His large hands were tracing soft patterns on his hip and side, and his warm breath was soothing against the boy's soft neck.

His protector was cold, but strong as steel.

"I love you…I'm sorry I disobeyed you…" Cain turned his head and drifted into a deep sleep.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Alexis turned his head to meet a puddle of brown before his eyes. "Anne…" his sadistic smirk disappeared, and his lips turned toward the floor as he brushed a hand against her cheek. "You've come back…"

He smiled sadly and roamed a hand over her bruised thighs and arms. "I'm sorry…I…"

"You had to do whatever it took to bring me back," she smiled and pressed the palm of her soft hand to his stubble enriched chin. She moved her hand up and down slowly, caressing his softening features. Her rose bud lips were sooner than expectedly pressed against his, and pulled away before he could make any attempt to return the lovely gesture. "And I'll do whatever it takes to pay you back…"

Alexis grinned and took her hand in his, and pulled her face down to his with the other hand. Their lips connected and their bodies were pressed together, the warmth consumed them. Within seconds she was pressed into the mattress, Alexis' body pressed warmly against hers. Their lips slid against one another's, tongues brushing between them.

Lights off…

Lack of clothing…

The palms of his hands were warm against her breasts, and his tongue slick against the pulse in her neck. Her shoulder length hair was tangled between the sheets, and he ran his left hand through it while continuing to warm her breast with the other. Within seconds, however, that hand moved lower, fingertips brushing sensitive spots on her side as he slid it down to grip her hip.

Stripped of all anger and hatred, Alexis' touch on the angel beneath him was light. His fingers were flower pedals against her cloud and rain skin. He rested his lips against the base of her neck, burying his face in the soft curve as he pressed her fingertips gently against her hips. Her back was arched so that her body was fit perfectly against his.

Her hands traveled up and down the muscular carving of his back, fingernails brushing the curve of his spine. Sooner than expected, his teeth were pressed gently against the nape of her neck and his fingers at her entrance. Her bottom lip was clenched tightly between her teeth as she anxiously clawed at his shoulder blades.

A single digit has begun to press into the warm wetness that was her body, and a small surprised, yet somehow erotic noise escaped her throat.

Alexis smirked, not his normal sadism-focused smirk, but one filled with love, lust- ecstasy beyond all comparison. He pressed his lips against hers as he moved his hand back and forth, pleasuring his beautiful doll from the inside out. His muscles contracted painfully in his abdomen as his tongue swirled around hers and she moaned into his mouth.

Soon, his hand was covered in her juices built from her own version of lust and erotic flood of emotions. He began to crawl on top of this porcelain beauty, his hands were clutched to hers for dear life. Her smooth thighs grazed against his hips and she was soon wrapped around him.

Her face turned a bright pink color as he began to inch himself inside her. With each thrust, their auras entwined together, lifting to the heavens, a feeling of which the angels could not accept. Judas would not have understood this kind of passion, and Gabriel would most likely have condemned their love. But even God himself would not befriend these lustful two.

They did not care. Their auras were blending- coming together beyond each and every celestial opponent. They gave birth to the stars that contrast the midnight sky- they brought the sun to the morn. They brought the moon to reveal its scars, and all the while they smiled.

Every bead of sweat that fell from their bodies was proof of their eternal bond, the contract that kept two as one.

Her hips moved against his in a daze of passion and lust, and his eyes burned with fire into hers. He forced his mouth against his, gripping her hip hard with one hand and cupping her breast with the other as he moved his hips faster. Her milky-white bosom was cloud beneath his touch, her lips still roses.

Anne pulled her head back and looked into his eyes, their bodies rocked against each other. Her back arched into an erotically curved line as her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades and she bit her tongue.

Alexis felt her body tighten around his, and a rush of wetness and hot blooded lust pool around him, the sensation squeezing the life out of him, as well as his own finishing juices. He groaned against her neck, biting hard as his semen filled her, and spilled out as he pulled away.

His hands ran up and down her arms as she shuddered, and he collapsed beside her.

The two of them were eternally bonded, and as the held they could tell…

Somewhere…somewhere far, far away…

The angels wept…

And a condemning god no longer existed…

They gave birth to the universe.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Cain's fingertips traced circles around his lovers shoulder. He frowned as tears dropped into Jizabel's platinum blond hair that had sprawled out over the sheets on the cot. Their crystalline features stained his protector's beauty, which he would stop himself from ever doing again.

He slipped a thin piece of ripped paper under Jizabel's hand, smiled slightly and left the room. He poked a head into Riff's room, placing a kiss in the palm of his hand and placing it on the doorknob.

'Both of you…will no longer bare the burden of the son of God who was taken from Eden…I will no longer stain you with my false innocence and my obnoxious presence…Riff…Take care of Jizabel. Jizabel…Look after Riff. I'm sorry I gave you both such a rough time.

I know you may not understand my reasons for doing this, but please know that I do care about both of you. May you both prosper in the Eden that was once my own. May neither of you succumb to slithering temptation. May neither of you ingest the fruits of your own labor.

I hope that in my absence you will be safer. Should I stay, then Abel would be punished. I will eventually kill him, as the brother who is destined to kill the first born. My dear Abel…I will torment you no longer.

You brought me my life…I will not take yours.

Riff…You've had a hard life, I don't want to make it any more difficult.

I'm sorry to have left you without a final word spoken from my own mouth, but…my dear Abel would have stopped me…

With all plus love to you, Jizabel, and no less than honor and respect for dear Riff,

I bid you both adieu.

Yours who has cast HIMSELF from this Eden…

Cain.'

He was gone before either one of his fellow Eden dwellers would awake to find nothing more but his scent lingering in the old house.

OH...MY...GOD!!!

THAT. WAS. THE. LAST. CHAPTER......in the THIRD PART! It wasn't long...but I have a feeling that from now on, not many of the chapters will be long. I HOPE to whatever entity is out there that you enjoyed this part!! I'll be working on PART FOUR soon. :D

Thank you SO much for reading, and please review, as this is the last chapter, I'd love to know what you thought of this piece in general.

Thank you to all of those who stuck with the story even though it's been SO long since I've written. I hope this was satisfactory!!

I can't say it enough, THANK YOU!!! DANKE!!! ARIGATO!! MERCI!!! GRACIAS!!