An Angel from Hell
Chapter 7
By Kayla Chavi
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Alternate/Romance
Email: kaylachavi@yahoo.com
I left Darien as soon as the sun had set. I kissed him softly, telling him that I had things to do. One of them was feed, and I wasn't going to feed off of him.
That took a high level of trust, something that we didn't have.
It's possible that we would never have it in this life time.
Mamoru had trusted me with everything. But Darien isn't Mamoru, anymore than he is Endymion. Same core, same soul, different people.
I searched the streets for my victim, a man I had marked a short time ago with Andrew's help. I smiled when I found him coming out of an adult bookstore and then followed him as he took the back allies home. Andrew had told me that this man was a child pornographer, but had a very good lawyer, so he kept getting off. Darien couldn't kill him because he was human. Rei couldn't either, and she couldn't stand the thought of Jedeite draining an evil man like that. Andrew was in law enforcement and had a hard enough time cleaning up after the demonic community and Darien without adding the death of a bastard like this one.
But I could.
The man tried to fight me, the sick ones always do. They are so obsessed with self preservation and their mortal vices. I drained him slowly, making sure to make him feel every drop bleed out of him, not giving him the Euphoria at all.
I let him fall lifelessly to the ground. I picked up the bag that he had been carrying and set it upon his body.
Then with a thought made them become enflamed. Within moments they were ash, and I was quite pleased with myself.
True I was taking my anger of Berylka and the whole situation out on the now ashy corpse, but I felt validated.
Unfortunately I couldn't kill Berylka. Jedeite just believed that it was a matter of who was stronger, when it was really a matter of rule. The rules said that unless there was Power to be gained, then masters wouldn't attack each other.
It was also a matter of respect.
Even though I had no respect for her at all and thought she was the lowest being on earth.
I walked home quietly, trying to think through all of this. If I could have sighed, I would have, for my thoughts kept centering on Darien.
Then I smiled as I thought of what had happened last night and most of the early morning. Our relationship changed.
Sex always changes things, either for the worse or better. I was hoping that it was for the better, for the whole experience had been wonderful.
And he told me that he loved me.
Thankfully it wasn't in the throws of passion. It's too easy to say it then when your mind is being assaulted sensuously and you aren't aware of it.
But he had been fully aware this morning and very serious.
In that instant I was happy.
Of course, now I was doubtful of everything. The curse said that we would taste happiness before death. In all of his previous lives when I feel that utter joy and happiness, he dies within six months.
Its not a very encouraging event when this does happen.
Now, however I was angry and decided to do something about it. Something that might end this all for good.
Something that included a visit to a Powerful priestess and a very good translator.
* * *
"You're children are awake," Endymion murmured in my ear and I groaned quietly as he nuzzled my neck. We were in bed and it was early in the morning. I was going to be going back to Atlantis with the twins, who were now near a year old and the doctors said that it was safe to travel again. Right now they were happily playing in their crib, but they were loud and we could hear them.
I whimpered softly, not really wanting to get out of bed, not really wanting him to stop whatever it was he was doing with his hands. "They're your children too," I mumbled shifting so I could look at him.
He smiled and continued to kiss by neck, "Before sunrise, they're your children."
Impishly I stuck my tongue out at him and then sighed melodramatically. "Very well," I moved to get out of bed.
"Of course," he pulled me back to him, "You could just ignore them and stay here with me."
I laughed softly and lightly stroked his long hair, twisting it around my fingers, "That would be nice," I said and kissed his forehead.
It was then that I decided that there was nothing more enjoyable then just being with your husband, letting him hold you and murmur beautiful things in your ear. Then whispering the same beautiful things in his ear. We just held each other that morning, I'll never forget the way I felt.
I was loved.
I was wanted.
I was safe.
That was the last time that Endy held me like that.
The last time I was alive for him to hold me.
* * *
Out of no where they came. Three of them, large, tall and strong. I was knocked out my eyes meeting a deep blackness from which I thought I would never return.
* * *
Groggily I opened my eyes, trying to figure out where I was. I tried to move my arms but found that my wrists were bound over my head and chained to a large bed.
This scared me. When women were chained like this, it could only mean one thing.
I closed my eyes and mind to this thought. I didn't want to think that. I didn't want to believe that it could happen to me.
I moved my legs to see if they too were bound and found that I could move them. I opened my eyes again and looked down at my clothes. I had been changed into a simple white dress that made me look like I was sixteen again.
Looking around the room, I found that it was daytime, but all of the windows were closed and drapes were put over them to block most of the sunlight.
I tried to concentrate on what happened to me, how I got here.
I remember walking to the boat. Endymion was supposed to meet me and say good-bye. The twins were already on the boat and just waiting until we left. Antony had been hanging onto my skirt until I had left him with a servant. I was alone until the Dowager-Queen had intercepted me.
"You're leaving again," she said, "It's a pity...." her voice had trailed off, as if she was trying to imply something.
"What is a pity? That you were wrong?" I wasn't in the mood to deal with her attempts to break Endy and I apart.
"That you will never see your husband again," she smiled cruelly and that's when I saw Berylka step out from behind a pillar.
I took a step back, startled. I hadn't expected to see Berylka ever again. I narrowed my eyes at Terra, "You are in league with her!"
"My poor child, only if you had realized that Endymion could never be yours," Terra had smirked.
Then that's when I had been hit.
And now I was here.
Now, if I only knew where here was.
Chapter 7
By Kayla Chavi
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Alternate/Romance
Email: kaylachavi@yahoo.com
I left Darien as soon as the sun had set. I kissed him softly, telling him that I had things to do. One of them was feed, and I wasn't going to feed off of him.
That took a high level of trust, something that we didn't have.
It's possible that we would never have it in this life time.
Mamoru had trusted me with everything. But Darien isn't Mamoru, anymore than he is Endymion. Same core, same soul, different people.
I searched the streets for my victim, a man I had marked a short time ago with Andrew's help. I smiled when I found him coming out of an adult bookstore and then followed him as he took the back allies home. Andrew had told me that this man was a child pornographer, but had a very good lawyer, so he kept getting off. Darien couldn't kill him because he was human. Rei couldn't either, and she couldn't stand the thought of Jedeite draining an evil man like that. Andrew was in law enforcement and had a hard enough time cleaning up after the demonic community and Darien without adding the death of a bastard like this one.
But I could.
The man tried to fight me, the sick ones always do. They are so obsessed with self preservation and their mortal vices. I drained him slowly, making sure to make him feel every drop bleed out of him, not giving him the Euphoria at all.
I let him fall lifelessly to the ground. I picked up the bag that he had been carrying and set it upon his body.
Then with a thought made them become enflamed. Within moments they were ash, and I was quite pleased with myself.
True I was taking my anger of Berylka and the whole situation out on the now ashy corpse, but I felt validated.
Unfortunately I couldn't kill Berylka. Jedeite just believed that it was a matter of who was stronger, when it was really a matter of rule. The rules said that unless there was Power to be gained, then masters wouldn't attack each other.
It was also a matter of respect.
Even though I had no respect for her at all and thought she was the lowest being on earth.
I walked home quietly, trying to think through all of this. If I could have sighed, I would have, for my thoughts kept centering on Darien.
Then I smiled as I thought of what had happened last night and most of the early morning. Our relationship changed.
Sex always changes things, either for the worse or better. I was hoping that it was for the better, for the whole experience had been wonderful.
And he told me that he loved me.
Thankfully it wasn't in the throws of passion. It's too easy to say it then when your mind is being assaulted sensuously and you aren't aware of it.
But he had been fully aware this morning and very serious.
In that instant I was happy.
Of course, now I was doubtful of everything. The curse said that we would taste happiness before death. In all of his previous lives when I feel that utter joy and happiness, he dies within six months.
Its not a very encouraging event when this does happen.
Now, however I was angry and decided to do something about it. Something that might end this all for good.
Something that included a visit to a Powerful priestess and a very good translator.
* * *
"You're children are awake," Endymion murmured in my ear and I groaned quietly as he nuzzled my neck. We were in bed and it was early in the morning. I was going to be going back to Atlantis with the twins, who were now near a year old and the doctors said that it was safe to travel again. Right now they were happily playing in their crib, but they were loud and we could hear them.
I whimpered softly, not really wanting to get out of bed, not really wanting him to stop whatever it was he was doing with his hands. "They're your children too," I mumbled shifting so I could look at him.
He smiled and continued to kiss by neck, "Before sunrise, they're your children."
Impishly I stuck my tongue out at him and then sighed melodramatically. "Very well," I moved to get out of bed.
"Of course," he pulled me back to him, "You could just ignore them and stay here with me."
I laughed softly and lightly stroked his long hair, twisting it around my fingers, "That would be nice," I said and kissed his forehead.
It was then that I decided that there was nothing more enjoyable then just being with your husband, letting him hold you and murmur beautiful things in your ear. Then whispering the same beautiful things in his ear. We just held each other that morning, I'll never forget the way I felt.
I was loved.
I was wanted.
I was safe.
That was the last time that Endy held me like that.
The last time I was alive for him to hold me.
* * *
Out of no where they came. Three of them, large, tall and strong. I was knocked out my eyes meeting a deep blackness from which I thought I would never return.
* * *
Groggily I opened my eyes, trying to figure out where I was. I tried to move my arms but found that my wrists were bound over my head and chained to a large bed.
This scared me. When women were chained like this, it could only mean one thing.
I closed my eyes and mind to this thought. I didn't want to think that. I didn't want to believe that it could happen to me.
I moved my legs to see if they too were bound and found that I could move them. I opened my eyes again and looked down at my clothes. I had been changed into a simple white dress that made me look like I was sixteen again.
Looking around the room, I found that it was daytime, but all of the windows were closed and drapes were put over them to block most of the sunlight.
I tried to concentrate on what happened to me, how I got here.
I remember walking to the boat. Endymion was supposed to meet me and say good-bye. The twins were already on the boat and just waiting until we left. Antony had been hanging onto my skirt until I had left him with a servant. I was alone until the Dowager-Queen had intercepted me.
"You're leaving again," she said, "It's a pity...." her voice had trailed off, as if she was trying to imply something.
"What is a pity? That you were wrong?" I wasn't in the mood to deal with her attempts to break Endy and I apart.
"That you will never see your husband again," she smiled cruelly and that's when I saw Berylka step out from behind a pillar.
I took a step back, startled. I hadn't expected to see Berylka ever again. I narrowed my eyes at Terra, "You are in league with her!"
"My poor child, only if you had realized that Endymion could never be yours," Terra had smirked.
Then that's when I had been hit.
And now I was here.
Now, if I only knew where here was.