A/N: Heh, heh...hey guys...don't hate me, I had major writer's block. I tried to make this chappy extra long to repent. Um...quick note...Suze and Jesse get a little--er--wild in this chapter. Defintely not for little kids...um...hmmm...
Angel Wings-Chapter 4
Well, this isn't going too well, I thought wryly as Paul managed to grab a fistful of charred feathers. The fight had lasted less than a minute so far and he had already singed my wings. They were now twitching painfully.
I leaped for a second story window ledge, beating my wings once for extra leverage, and swung myself up onto the roof. This was not cool. I felt like some kind of gothic Queen of the Night. This junkies had long since scattered, and it was just me and Paul in this dark back alley. How convenient. For him.
I watched Paul from my position on the roof. I have to say that I was getting genuinely scared. He had this aura of dark power that emanating from him in waves. The air around him seemed charged with electricity. He looked at me with unnaturally wide grin, his eyes wild and…hungry.
Ewww.
"Oh, Suze," he said, sounding like he was drunk, "You've made it too simple for me…" He brought his fist up to his face and slowly inhaled the scent of my-er-fried feathers. "Mmmm…over easy." He looked up at me. "Just the way I like 'em…"
I growled at the insult/innuendo. "Yeah, well, you're…well done!" Wow, I have no idea what that was supposed to mean.
Paul threw back his head and laughed. He sounded just like one of those mad scientists who always do there crazy classic laugh…he kinda sounded like Dr. Evil, too. But whatever…the point is, it was creepy. While he laughed, he let the feathers slip from his fingers. They fluttered down slowly and were swept up by the wind, swirling and dancing upwards like some kind of ballet.
Holy *shit, I have wings, I thought in sudden shock.
Paul rolled his eyes at me. "How long did it take you to figure that out?"
"You know," I shouted back at him, "If it's *sex you want, then a little pillow talk does help! And also,not trying to, you know, kill the girl!"
I can't believe I just said that to Paul.
He smirked. Uh, oh.
In less than a second he had leaped in front of me. I barely had time to take a step back before he grabbed my wings and snapped them back. Hard. I grunted in pain, not wanting to give him the pleasure of screaming, but I think my grunt was just as bad for his libido. My eyes were tearing from the pain. He did break my wings, but he was holding them at a really odd angle. They felt like they would snap at the slightest pressure.
Wings were becoming a real nuisance.
Worse yet, Paul was holding them behind me, forcing my chest to stick out right against his. I'm sure he liked that. I felt like a puppet.
"How's this for pillow talk?" he said huskily, and he whispered into my ear. My heart rate and breathing quickened and I could feel my face turning a deep crimson. I will kindly ask you not to make me repeat what he said. It was…naughty.
But I had to say the naughtiness was a bit of a turn-on…
It's a spell, Suze. He's putting you under an evil spell. The spell is making you kinda-sorta want him. It's not real…
Keep saying that, Suze.
He was starting to lean in, closing his eyes…you know, he was kind of cute…when I heard it.
"Susannah!"
Our eyes contact was broken. Me and Paul both looked down to see Jesse standing in the alley below us, looking back up at us. His eyes were all weird and sparkly. "Su-Susannah…?"
Then I realized what was wrong with his eyes…they were filled with tears. Holy *shit-he thought I was making out with Paul!
I was making Jesse cry.
PAUL WAS MAKING JESSE CRY!
The rage came out of nowhere. There was no time to think, I only reacted on some kind of angelic instinct (since I am, you know, an angel and all that), and I kneed Paul. This time, he actually received the pain, not my poor Jesse. He doubled over with a cry of, "Oh, *fuck!" and went down to his knees.
I was REALLY pissed off.
Me being the honorable lady that I am, I kicked him in the gut. He cried out in pain and fell to his side. I grabbed him by the collar if his…um…cloak, and lifted him up. I drew my fist back…
"Don't you ever make my boyfriend cry again." Paul made a choking sound…well, I was chocking him. "EVER!"
My fist slammed into his face. He fell without a sound, tumbled over the side of the roof, and a second later I heard a sick crunching sound ten stories below. I really didn't care if he was dead.
"Susannah!" I heard Jesse gasp.
Did I overdo it?
Nah.
I leaped over the edge of the building, and discovered that by angling my wings in a certain way, I could control the speed I went down. Jesse was still a few stories below, staring at Paul's motionless body. He didn't realize I was coming down. So I kind of fluttered my wings a little, and landed on Jesse's back, wrapping my legs around his waist piggyback style. He caught my legs like it was second-nature, probably because his many sisters had made him play horsie who-knew-how-many-times back on the ranch. I covered his eyes with my hands.
"Guess who?" I said in a high pitched girly voice.
"Susannah-" he laughed. "This isn't a good time for games-"
"You win the grand prize," I whispered into his ear.
"What-"
I drew back a little then and put my mouth on the small of his neck. He froze. I flicked out my tongue, loving the way he shivered, and trailed my way, tongue flicking out, light kisses here and there, up to his ear, sucking lightly on his lobe. Somehow, my right hand had found its way under his shirt-he was still wearing the sexy outfit Paul had bestowed him with-and I was just starting to trail it down the length of his spine, when Jesse stopped me by flipping me around and slamming me against the wall-not painfully, though. He was pinning me against the wall with his entire body, his hand digging into my hips, his knee on my crotch. (A/N: I told you guys Suze and Jesse would be getting a little wild…) His eyes were about an inch from mine, and they were intense and focused on mine. Believe it or not, I…*ahem*…know this particular position quite well. It's one of my favorites.
"Wow, you're an animal tonight," I murmured.
Jesse smiled at me, resembling, I thought, a wolf cornering its prey. "I told you, querida,"-his low, husky growl sent a thrill through me…I usually have to work really hard to get him to use that voice-"that drives me crazy."
"Yeah, I know," I said, once again in my innocent girly voice. "But I looove driving you crazy, Jesse."
Jesse chuckled. "And I looove going crazy."
AHHHHHHH, HE'S SO SEXY!!!!!!!!!!
Jesse leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. "But I don't love going crazy in dark back alleys with an unconscious psycho right behind us."
"He's not unconscious any more," came a voice from behind us. Paul was standing there, cover in blood, his clothes ripped into shreds. He was smiling, and his breathing was very heavy. It looked like an effort for him to stand. "You-Jesse, you are going back where you belong!"
And a very familiar portal, full of swirling smoke, opened above our heads.
It was too much. The world exploded in a flash of brilliant white, my wings were falling apart, Jesse was holding onto me, somewhere I could hear Paul screaming, and I could hear myself screaming, too. Was I in pain? It didn't feel painful…it felt strange…it felt like…dying…
At least Jesse didn't seem to be in pain…the blast of energy was passing right through him. Because he's dead? No…not because he's dead…
And then…there was silence. There was nothing. I was floating in limbo, teetering on the edge of the abyss…but I was hanging on. Somewhere far away, I heard Paul stuttering, "You…b-b-#####-ch…w-whe-re did that c-co-me f-rommm…!" Then I heard Jesse say, "*Fuck you," and there was a crunching sound, then someone falling to the ground…
And I went into the darkness smiling.
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I was laying in my bed, aware of the early morning gray hovering in my room. I could see them through the little cave of my comforter. I watched quietly, pretending I was still asleep. I'm a master at this sort of thing.
"Why weren't you there?!" Jesse demanded in an angry whisper. "You said you would be thee to protect her when she was in danger, so WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?"
Bianca watched him with no emotion. "She didn't need me. She had you."
"Oh, great help I am! All I can do is punch him…and that's AFTER Susannah has already beaten him to within an inch of his life!"
The corners of Bianca's mouth lifted. "You can do a lot more than just punch, Jesse."
Jesse's brows rose, but he said nothing. Bianca continued.
"Normally, demons only possess living people…people with physical manifestations of themselves so it's easier to "drive" them around. You…are pure spirit. In order to possess you, Paul had to leave his body in a coma-like state, and actually meld with your soul. Meaning that for the time that you were possessed, a new person was formed. Neither you nor Paul, but a combination of the two."
Jesse blinked. "Wait-you mean that that wasn't only Paul trying to…um…force her to-to do-to do that? Part of it…half of it…was me?"
Bianca was smiling now. "The desire was there."
"To rape her?" Jesse sputtered comically.
"Well, the part where she was actually forced against her will was Paul. But you still had the desire."
"I did not," he said darkly. He crossed his arms and leaned against my bed post.
"You can't lie to me. Your mind is an open book to me. And what I'm seeing going on in there looks pretty ki-"
"Alright!" Jesse interrupted. I couldn't tell in the darkness, but he could have been blushing. "Maybe I did, then. She's been teasing me since the day I met her, so why not!"
My toes curled at what Jesse had just revealed. I could feel the heat rising to my face, and…somewhere else. But let's not go there.
Bianca looked amused. "There is no reason why not, so just go on, throw her up against a wall and screw her brains out. It would do you both some good."
I couldn't help it. The thought of him doing that was too much. I shifted a little in the bed. Bianca and Jesse both looked at me. I shut my eyes again. There was about a minute of silence, where I'm pretty sure they were both staring at me intently. And then…
"Suze, you might want to get up for this," Bianca said.
Oops.
I sat up, blushing. I still had the mental image of Jesse and me, up against a wall…well, you know. And I was pretty sure my mind was an "open book" to Bianca as well. I looked at Jesse, smiling sheepishly. "Um…hi."
"How much did you hear?" Jesse said, and he was definitely blushing.
"Um…" Think, Suze. Think. "You yelled 'so why not!' kind of loud, and I woke up…"
"You're lying," Jesse said. He squinted suspiciously.
"Am not!" The floorboards were suddenly very interesting to me. "How would you know?"
"Because I can-I can…see your…thoughts…"
"What?" I said, now squinting suspiciously at him as well. "Oh yeah? What am I thinking of right now?"
I concentrated ####### bringing up a mental image of a flower blowing in a slight breeze…but right behind it, I couldn't help it, were me and Jesse up against a wall.
Jesse's jaw just kind of hung open, and he was blushing…but his eyes were glued to the ###### movie playing inside my head. I could feel him inside my mind, probing at and feeding that image, until he was taking control-whether purposely or not, I don't know-of the mental Jesse. The mental Jesse was now touching me down there, and I gasped as I really felt it…the sensation of feathery light brushes against my you-know-what. I looked up sharply, and saw Jesse watching me from beneath hooded eyes…
"I'm glad you two have discovered the wonders of mind *sex, but I have some things to tell you two and there isn't much time."
I snapped out of the trance, and me and Jesse turned our heads to look at Bianca. "Mind *sex?" we both said at the same time.
Bianca was totally business like. "Yes, mind *sex, and I'm sure you two will have lots of fun later on, but-"
"How can I do that?" Jesse asked. "How can I…go into her mind like that?"
"That's what I'm trying to tell you!" She sighed. "Okay, listen closely. The point of my telling you about the soul melding was that, when Paul finally did leave you, he inevitably left a part of himself with you."
Jesse was silent. And then… "What?"
Yeah, what?
Bianca said quietly, "You're one of us now."
Jesse's eyes widened, but other than that, no reaction. "What?" he said again, his voice much quieter.
Yeah, what?
Bianca sighed. "You're part demon now, Jesse. You just didn't realize it in the alley, so you didn't fight Paul."
Jesse looked down. "I…couldn't have beaten him, anyway."
"No, you don't understand what I'm saying." Bianca was talking urgently now. "You are bonded with Paul. Two halves of a whole. Power split 50/50 down the middle. You are a demon, a powerful one, and your only equal is Paul.
Jesse's arms dropped. "…What?"
Yeah, wha...WHAT?!
A/N: Ok, then. Hope that was good. You know what actually loosened my writer's block? I went here to see if there was any new mediator fics to read, and I saw that I had 28 reviews. And I felt so bad that I started writing. So, the moral of the story is, REVIEW, AND EVENTUALLY WRITERS WILL UPDATE. We need to feel loved, people. I mean, we're doing this for free.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed me. I really do feel loved right now...I promise that even if I have writer's block (which I do), the next chapter will be out soon.
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Angel Wings-Chapter 4
Well, this isn't going too well, I thought wryly as Paul managed to grab a fistful of charred feathers. The fight had lasted less than a minute so far and he had already singed my wings. They were now twitching painfully.
I leaped for a second story window ledge, beating my wings once for extra leverage, and swung myself up onto the roof. This was not cool. I felt like some kind of gothic Queen of the Night. This junkies had long since scattered, and it was just me and Paul in this dark back alley. How convenient. For him.
I watched Paul from my position on the roof. I have to say that I was getting genuinely scared. He had this aura of dark power that emanating from him in waves. The air around him seemed charged with electricity. He looked at me with unnaturally wide grin, his eyes wild and…hungry.
Ewww.
"Oh, Suze," he said, sounding like he was drunk, "You've made it too simple for me…" He brought his fist up to his face and slowly inhaled the scent of my-er-fried feathers. "Mmmm…over easy." He looked up at me. "Just the way I like 'em…"
I growled at the insult/innuendo. "Yeah, well, you're…well done!" Wow, I have no idea what that was supposed to mean.
Paul threw back his head and laughed. He sounded just like one of those mad scientists who always do there crazy classic laugh…he kinda sounded like Dr. Evil, too. But whatever…the point is, it was creepy. While he laughed, he let the feathers slip from his fingers. They fluttered down slowly and were swept up by the wind, swirling and dancing upwards like some kind of ballet.
Holy *shit, I have wings, I thought in sudden shock.
Paul rolled his eyes at me. "How long did it take you to figure that out?"
"You know," I shouted back at him, "If it's *sex you want, then a little pillow talk does help! And also,not trying to, you know, kill the girl!"
I can't believe I just said that to Paul.
He smirked. Uh, oh.
In less than a second he had leaped in front of me. I barely had time to take a step back before he grabbed my wings and snapped them back. Hard. I grunted in pain, not wanting to give him the pleasure of screaming, but I think my grunt was just as bad for his libido. My eyes were tearing from the pain. He did break my wings, but he was holding them at a really odd angle. They felt like they would snap at the slightest pressure.
Wings were becoming a real nuisance.
Worse yet, Paul was holding them behind me, forcing my chest to stick out right against his. I'm sure he liked that. I felt like a puppet.
"How's this for pillow talk?" he said huskily, and he whispered into my ear. My heart rate and breathing quickened and I could feel my face turning a deep crimson. I will kindly ask you not to make me repeat what he said. It was…naughty.
But I had to say the naughtiness was a bit of a turn-on…
It's a spell, Suze. He's putting you under an evil spell. The spell is making you kinda-sorta want him. It's not real…
Keep saying that, Suze.
He was starting to lean in, closing his eyes…you know, he was kind of cute…when I heard it.
"Susannah!"
Our eyes contact was broken. Me and Paul both looked down to see Jesse standing in the alley below us, looking back up at us. His eyes were all weird and sparkly. "Su-Susannah…?"
Then I realized what was wrong with his eyes…they were filled with tears. Holy *shit-he thought I was making out with Paul!
I was making Jesse cry.
PAUL WAS MAKING JESSE CRY!
The rage came out of nowhere. There was no time to think, I only reacted on some kind of angelic instinct (since I am, you know, an angel and all that), and I kneed Paul. This time, he actually received the pain, not my poor Jesse. He doubled over with a cry of, "Oh, *fuck!" and went down to his knees.
I was REALLY pissed off.
Me being the honorable lady that I am, I kicked him in the gut. He cried out in pain and fell to his side. I grabbed him by the collar if his…um…cloak, and lifted him up. I drew my fist back…
"Don't you ever make my boyfriend cry again." Paul made a choking sound…well, I was chocking him. "EVER!"
My fist slammed into his face. He fell without a sound, tumbled over the side of the roof, and a second later I heard a sick crunching sound ten stories below. I really didn't care if he was dead.
"Susannah!" I heard Jesse gasp.
Did I overdo it?
Nah.
I leaped over the edge of the building, and discovered that by angling my wings in a certain way, I could control the speed I went down. Jesse was still a few stories below, staring at Paul's motionless body. He didn't realize I was coming down. So I kind of fluttered my wings a little, and landed on Jesse's back, wrapping my legs around his waist piggyback style. He caught my legs like it was second-nature, probably because his many sisters had made him play horsie who-knew-how-many-times back on the ranch. I covered his eyes with my hands.
"Guess who?" I said in a high pitched girly voice.
"Susannah-" he laughed. "This isn't a good time for games-"
"You win the grand prize," I whispered into his ear.
"What-"
I drew back a little then and put my mouth on the small of his neck. He froze. I flicked out my tongue, loving the way he shivered, and trailed my way, tongue flicking out, light kisses here and there, up to his ear, sucking lightly on his lobe. Somehow, my right hand had found its way under his shirt-he was still wearing the sexy outfit Paul had bestowed him with-and I was just starting to trail it down the length of his spine, when Jesse stopped me by flipping me around and slamming me against the wall-not painfully, though. He was pinning me against the wall with his entire body, his hand digging into my hips, his knee on my crotch. (A/N: I told you guys Suze and Jesse would be getting a little wild…) His eyes were about an inch from mine, and they were intense and focused on mine. Believe it or not, I…*ahem*…know this particular position quite well. It's one of my favorites.
"Wow, you're an animal tonight," I murmured.
Jesse smiled at me, resembling, I thought, a wolf cornering its prey. "I told you, querida,"-his low, husky growl sent a thrill through me…I usually have to work really hard to get him to use that voice-"that drives me crazy."
"Yeah, I know," I said, once again in my innocent girly voice. "But I looove driving you crazy, Jesse."
Jesse chuckled. "And I looove going crazy."
AHHHHHHH, HE'S SO SEXY!!!!!!!!!!
Jesse leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. "But I don't love going crazy in dark back alleys with an unconscious psycho right behind us."
"He's not unconscious any more," came a voice from behind us. Paul was standing there, cover in blood, his clothes ripped into shreds. He was smiling, and his breathing was very heavy. It looked like an effort for him to stand. "You-Jesse, you are going back where you belong!"
And a very familiar portal, full of swirling smoke, opened above our heads.
It was too much. The world exploded in a flash of brilliant white, my wings were falling apart, Jesse was holding onto me, somewhere I could hear Paul screaming, and I could hear myself screaming, too. Was I in pain? It didn't feel painful…it felt strange…it felt like…dying…
At least Jesse didn't seem to be in pain…the blast of energy was passing right through him. Because he's dead? No…not because he's dead…
And then…there was silence. There was nothing. I was floating in limbo, teetering on the edge of the abyss…but I was hanging on. Somewhere far away, I heard Paul stuttering, "You…b-b-#####-ch…w-whe-re did that c-co-me f-rommm…!" Then I heard Jesse say, "*Fuck you," and there was a crunching sound, then someone falling to the ground…
And I went into the darkness smiling.
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I was laying in my bed, aware of the early morning gray hovering in my room. I could see them through the little cave of my comforter. I watched quietly, pretending I was still asleep. I'm a master at this sort of thing.
"Why weren't you there?!" Jesse demanded in an angry whisper. "You said you would be thee to protect her when she was in danger, so WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?"
Bianca watched him with no emotion. "She didn't need me. She had you."
"Oh, great help I am! All I can do is punch him…and that's AFTER Susannah has already beaten him to within an inch of his life!"
The corners of Bianca's mouth lifted. "You can do a lot more than just punch, Jesse."
Jesse's brows rose, but he said nothing. Bianca continued.
"Normally, demons only possess living people…people with physical manifestations of themselves so it's easier to "drive" them around. You…are pure spirit. In order to possess you, Paul had to leave his body in a coma-like state, and actually meld with your soul. Meaning that for the time that you were possessed, a new person was formed. Neither you nor Paul, but a combination of the two."
Jesse blinked. "Wait-you mean that that wasn't only Paul trying to…um…force her to-to do-to do that? Part of it…half of it…was me?"
Bianca was smiling now. "The desire was there."
"To rape her?" Jesse sputtered comically.
"Well, the part where she was actually forced against her will was Paul. But you still had the desire."
"I did not," he said darkly. He crossed his arms and leaned against my bed post.
"You can't lie to me. Your mind is an open book to me. And what I'm seeing going on in there looks pretty ki-"
"Alright!" Jesse interrupted. I couldn't tell in the darkness, but he could have been blushing. "Maybe I did, then. She's been teasing me since the day I met her, so why not!"
My toes curled at what Jesse had just revealed. I could feel the heat rising to my face, and…somewhere else. But let's not go there.
Bianca looked amused. "There is no reason why not, so just go on, throw her up against a wall and screw her brains out. It would do you both some good."
I couldn't help it. The thought of him doing that was too much. I shifted a little in the bed. Bianca and Jesse both looked at me. I shut my eyes again. There was about a minute of silence, where I'm pretty sure they were both staring at me intently. And then…
"Suze, you might want to get up for this," Bianca said.
Oops.
I sat up, blushing. I still had the mental image of Jesse and me, up against a wall…well, you know. And I was pretty sure my mind was an "open book" to Bianca as well. I looked at Jesse, smiling sheepishly. "Um…hi."
"How much did you hear?" Jesse said, and he was definitely blushing.
"Um…" Think, Suze. Think. "You yelled 'so why not!' kind of loud, and I woke up…"
"You're lying," Jesse said. He squinted suspiciously.
"Am not!" The floorboards were suddenly very interesting to me. "How would you know?"
"Because I can-I can…see your…thoughts…"
"What?" I said, now squinting suspiciously at him as well. "Oh yeah? What am I thinking of right now?"
I concentrated ####### bringing up a mental image of a flower blowing in a slight breeze…but right behind it, I couldn't help it, were me and Jesse up against a wall.
Jesse's jaw just kind of hung open, and he was blushing…but his eyes were glued to the ###### movie playing inside my head. I could feel him inside my mind, probing at and feeding that image, until he was taking control-whether purposely or not, I don't know-of the mental Jesse. The mental Jesse was now touching me down there, and I gasped as I really felt it…the sensation of feathery light brushes against my you-know-what. I looked up sharply, and saw Jesse watching me from beneath hooded eyes…
"I'm glad you two have discovered the wonders of mind *sex, but I have some things to tell you two and there isn't much time."
I snapped out of the trance, and me and Jesse turned our heads to look at Bianca. "Mind *sex?" we both said at the same time.
Bianca was totally business like. "Yes, mind *sex, and I'm sure you two will have lots of fun later on, but-"
"How can I do that?" Jesse asked. "How can I…go into her mind like that?"
"That's what I'm trying to tell you!" She sighed. "Okay, listen closely. The point of my telling you about the soul melding was that, when Paul finally did leave you, he inevitably left a part of himself with you."
Jesse was silent. And then… "What?"
Yeah, what?
Bianca said quietly, "You're one of us now."
Jesse's eyes widened, but other than that, no reaction. "What?" he said again, his voice much quieter.
Yeah, what?
Bianca sighed. "You're part demon now, Jesse. You just didn't realize it in the alley, so you didn't fight Paul."
Jesse looked down. "I…couldn't have beaten him, anyway."
"No, you don't understand what I'm saying." Bianca was talking urgently now. "You are bonded with Paul. Two halves of a whole. Power split 50/50 down the middle. You are a demon, a powerful one, and your only equal is Paul.
Jesse's arms dropped. "…What?"
Yeah, wha...WHAT?!
A/N: Ok, then. Hope that was good. You know what actually loosened my writer's block? I went here to see if there was any new mediator fics to read, and I saw that I had 28 reviews. And I felt so bad that I started writing. So, the moral of the story is, REVIEW, AND EVENTUALLY WRITERS WILL UPDATE. We need to feel loved, people. I mean, we're doing this for free.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed me. I really do feel loved right now...I promise that even if I have writer's block (which I do), the next chapter will be out soon.
TTFN