Angels and Demons
What have we done to deserve this?~Triple H
It came from the porch of a fancy Victorian home, the one Phoenix had advised they should get to. They looked up at the porch, and sitting across from each other were two men. One was recognized as Stone Cold Steve Austin, rocking back and forth in his chair, Remington shotgun at the ready. The other~
"Dad," shouted Cerrita. "What are you doing here?"
John shrugged. "Well, what are you doing here?"
"Very funny."
"Who are these people?"
It was Austin who answered, pointing to each one as he said their names, "Chris Benoit, Eddie Gurrero, Earl Hebner, some chic, and that sumbitch Chris Jericho. By the way," he called out to Y2J, "Jericho, I owe you an ass whoopin' just because ya exist!"
"Hey Austin!" Steve turned. "My name's Cerrita, I'm John's daughter. And, well, I approve! Jericho you should be castrated!"
"Why," came Y2J's reply.
"'Cause you and my friend are fall in love, I can tell!"
"Yeah, but, why me," he asked, readjusting Phoenix's weight.
Austin studied Jericho. "You're violating the Stone Cold Law."
" And, because we don't like you," John and Benoit said together. Cerrita looked at Benoit, who flexed, and walked into the house.
"What," asked the Wolverine?
"I pity the fool," said Earl, following Cerrita.
Jericho screamed, the struggle could be heard from his agony. Then, several dog-looking creatures could be seen running at high speed toward those on the porch. Jericho screamed again. There was the sound of a handgun fire, and a woman's shriek.
"Phoenix," Cerrita shouted.
In a blur, Earl threw Benoit and Eddie guns, both Magnums, and the three ran toward the source of the screaming. A loud bang, and a dog whimpered itself to death. Benoit could see it's exposed ribcage. More handgun fire, and the cries were replaced by grunts of pain.
The zombie-dogs retreated; Hurricane and Molly looking like they were chasing them, but not really doing anything. Phoenix was conscience again and had gotten to her feet, trying in vain to help a stumbling Jericho.
She was mumbling, but Earl could only catch fragments. "....not lose....again....help me...." The two had fallen again, by the time the boys caught up to them. Phoenix was kneeling on both knees, Jericho's torso resting upon them. She was crying and holding his hands. "Don't die on me," she was saying.
Jericho's left side had deep, wide slashes; the blood seeping onto the snow. He moaned in pain.
"It may not be from me, but you did get your ass whoopin'," said Stone Cold. "Get his ass in the house, boys."
@#$%^&*!!!!
The house was as cold as outside due to no electricity, which made it of no use except protection from the undead. There was fireplace in the living room as well as one in the bedroom Y2J was resting in. Phoenix insisted on nursing him herself, and was sitting on a corner of the bed. Everyone else was in the freezing living room, warming their hands by the fire. She had met other wrestlers besides Steve Austin, and the ones she already knew: Evolution, Kurt Angle, Christian, Kane, RVD, and Shawn Michaels. All had greeted her kindly except Kane, whom she knew to be demented.
The door opened; she looked up to see Jericho's best friend, Christian, enter. "Is he going to make it?"
"I sure hope so. I would feel more terrible than I do now if he were to.... Because it would be my fault. He was just being a gentleman and he paid the price to keep me safe."
"Chris enjoys being a Good Samaritan~~"
"~~almost as much as he enjoys being a jackass." She sighed, gazing down at the sleeping Jericho. "He looks like an angel; my angel. Perhaps he is. I'm starting to question whether or not it was a coincidence we met. Now that I think back upon our meeting…. I do have feeling for him; they've been getting stronger, too. My parents would say that he's much too old for me, so I have no choice but to accept that, much as more as my parent's will, though."
"They're dead?"
She nodded. "We've been here a month; we organized an army which eventually split, and searched the town for survivors. There weren't many and once they were healthy again, they joined the army.
"When I was a private, I had to shoot my own parents down….because they were zombies. My brother, also, had to be put down. I was so angry all the time that I climbed the ranks and made it to second in command.
"Then…. I met Chris….and it was a bad start, but now….," she took Jericho's hand in hers.
"C'mon, you should be out with the rest of us," Christian extended a hand to help her off the bed.
"No," she said. "I can't leave him," then more softly, "I love him. Please, just a little longer."
Christian nodded and exited.
She had stayed for another hour; it was around ten-thirty, she guessed. During the time period after Christian left, she had reached out and begun to stroke Jericho's loose-falling blonde hair. It was silky as she ran her fingers through its softness, like a comb. She had done that for an hour; she promised she would join the others. Slowly and quietly she arose from the bed and was about to open the door, when~~
"I thought you were having fun playing with my hair," Y2J opened his eyes and come to a sitting position.
Slightly embarrassed, Phoenix answered, "I was just going out….for awhile; I didn't know you were awake. Speaking of which, how do you feel?"
"Still tender, but I'll live."
She sat back down on the corner of the bed. "I got all the details of what happened when we~~at the pit. I just want to say thanks. I owe you." She looked down at her hands. Jericho smirked at her last remark; she didn't see it, anyway. Without warning, Phoenix yawned.
"Tired," he asked.
"A little but I can manage. How long were you awake?"
"Long enough to catch you conversation with Christian."
"Oh~~," now she was really embarrassed. "I didn't mean~~"
"Don't worry about it," he replied. There was a silence, then, "Phoenix. Quite an unusual name."
"It's only my nickname. My real name is Amber."
"Last name?"
"Webb. It's British, back to the fifteenth century. Some of my ancestors immigrated into Germany just before WWII. They branched off and some German immigrants came to America. Some of my British ancestors came to America earlier, on the Mayflower. They fought in the American Revolution. I'm their descendent, thus, I am a Blue Blood."
"I see. My name is really Chris Irvine. I'm from Winnipeg, Canada."
"Your famous, anyone would know those facts. So please, tell me something about yourself that I don't know." She looked straight into his eyes; he, hers.
"I love you, too," he said. Silence.
"I'm not sure what to say."
"Anything."
"I love you."
"Come," he motioned with his index finger. Trembling from both cold and excitement, she crawled to him. His hands were immediately upon her waist as he straddled him, the sheets and their clothes became the only barrier.
Their faces were so close. "I think I should tell you now, I'm no angel. You are. I'm just a vagabond demon. All I know how to do besides…..," he looked away for a moment, then back at her face. "My career is to hurt people, to make their blood gush from their bodies," he told her.
Then she saw the one thing she saw which all zombies she killed had. In his eyes, she saw the same longing, the same hunger. But beneath that, she saw love, and the desire for love, melting her heart that the winter had chilled with fear, sorrow, and hurt for so long. Now, she felt none of these; she would let her body go, and give it all to him, tonight, for at this instant, she realized that he had saved her soul from its own damnation… She knew exactly what to do.
Her left hand rested on Jericho's shoulder, the other ran through his hair once again. "Kiss me," she begged. He did so; his tongue snaking its way into her mouth, Both could tell that the other was hot for them, and it would never cease until they found sanctuary within each other.
Chris' hand found the zipper of her shirt, which he wrestled with until he exposed her blood-red bra. Phoenix took this off. They worked away their clothes, revealing their nakedness. By that time, both were underneath the covers.
Now, with her looking up at him, he mounted her. His length met no resistance as it broke her hymen. He had had a feeling she was a virgin, but he was taking that from her, and loving it; however the fact that she was a beginner would complicate things, but it pleased him nonetheless. So, he would wait for the climax. Until then, he busied himself by massaging her rather small breasts; immediately enjoying cupping them in his hands.
With one hand positioned upon his back, she caressed his cheek with the other. She kissed him, savoring the moment.
Suddenly, the climax arrived with great pleasure for both. He cummed into her, and kissed her again, fervently, to stifle her rapturous groan. They were sweating; her scent multiplying his appetite for her.
Body twisting in excitement, she spoke, "Love me." Jericho smiled greedily at those words; now he knew she wanted the climax to be extensive.
"Of course," he told her, tongue and teeth moving along the soft skin of Phoenix's neck. "I'm the King of Bling Bling."
Then, lustfully, he began to work, impaling her with increasing hardness and velocity. She began to squirm underneath, and he had to hold her still. But she wasn't still; she labored along with him, falling into his erotic rhythm, until she could hold it no longer. Both moaned and groaned, losing themselves to the other. "Oh, God," she said. "Yes…"
Jericho felt tiny pin-pricks; Phoenix clawing his back. He grunted in pain as his blood dripped, but made no effort to stop it. Instead, he kissed her even more fervidly….
@#$%^&*!!!
"Dear Lord in Heaven," began Triple H. "What have we done to deserve this?" Everyone could hear Phoenix and Jericho.
"I'll never get to sleep, now," said Kurt.
"I always knew she had a taste for guys like Y2Jackass, but I didn't know she could be this sick," Cerrita replied.
"I don't understand. What are they doing," asked Hurricane.
"Yeah," added Molly. "Tell us, please!"
Crushing a couple of beer cans and adding them to a pile, John and Austin both spoke, "Sex."
Everyone else looked as if they were about to vomit. "I think I'm going to be sick," Earl said.
Benoit sighed. "At least they're warm." He looked at Cerrita.
"No," she said, "Jeez, you're like a female badger in heat!"
"I'm a Wolverine," Benoit growled back.
Randy Orton looked around, and then whispered something into Mighty Molly's ear. She giggled, and they exited. Hurricane began to cry, "She left me…!"
"Asshole," shouted Christian to a long gone Randy, "I was just going to do that!"
"Christian," said John and Austin.
"CLB," said Steve.
"Stands for," said John.
"Creepy."
"Little."
"Bastard," they finished, together.
"This place sucks," screamed Christian.
Cerrita laughed. "Not as much as Phoenix, who, I'm guessing, also swallows."
"UH," shouted everyone else except herself and John and Austin.
What have we done to deserve this?~Triple H
It came from the porch of a fancy Victorian home, the one Phoenix had advised they should get to. They looked up at the porch, and sitting across from each other were two men. One was recognized as Stone Cold Steve Austin, rocking back and forth in his chair, Remington shotgun at the ready. The other~
"Dad," shouted Cerrita. "What are you doing here?"
John shrugged. "Well, what are you doing here?"
"Very funny."
"Who are these people?"
It was Austin who answered, pointing to each one as he said their names, "Chris Benoit, Eddie Gurrero, Earl Hebner, some chic, and that sumbitch Chris Jericho. By the way," he called out to Y2J, "Jericho, I owe you an ass whoopin' just because ya exist!"
"Hey Austin!" Steve turned. "My name's Cerrita, I'm John's daughter. And, well, I approve! Jericho you should be castrated!"
"Why," came Y2J's reply.
"'Cause you and my friend are fall in love, I can tell!"
"Yeah, but, why me," he asked, readjusting Phoenix's weight.
Austin studied Jericho. "You're violating the Stone Cold Law."
" And, because we don't like you," John and Benoit said together. Cerrita looked at Benoit, who flexed, and walked into the house.
"What," asked the Wolverine?
"I pity the fool," said Earl, following Cerrita.
Jericho screamed, the struggle could be heard from his agony. Then, several dog-looking creatures could be seen running at high speed toward those on the porch. Jericho screamed again. There was the sound of a handgun fire, and a woman's shriek.
"Phoenix," Cerrita shouted.
In a blur, Earl threw Benoit and Eddie guns, both Magnums, and the three ran toward the source of the screaming. A loud bang, and a dog whimpered itself to death. Benoit could see it's exposed ribcage. More handgun fire, and the cries were replaced by grunts of pain.
The zombie-dogs retreated; Hurricane and Molly looking like they were chasing them, but not really doing anything. Phoenix was conscience again and had gotten to her feet, trying in vain to help a stumbling Jericho.
She was mumbling, but Earl could only catch fragments. "....not lose....again....help me...." The two had fallen again, by the time the boys caught up to them. Phoenix was kneeling on both knees, Jericho's torso resting upon them. She was crying and holding his hands. "Don't die on me," she was saying.
Jericho's left side had deep, wide slashes; the blood seeping onto the snow. He moaned in pain.
"It may not be from me, but you did get your ass whoopin'," said Stone Cold. "Get his ass in the house, boys."
@#$%^&*!!!!
The house was as cold as outside due to no electricity, which made it of no use except protection from the undead. There was fireplace in the living room as well as one in the bedroom Y2J was resting in. Phoenix insisted on nursing him herself, and was sitting on a corner of the bed. Everyone else was in the freezing living room, warming their hands by the fire. She had met other wrestlers besides Steve Austin, and the ones she already knew: Evolution, Kurt Angle, Christian, Kane, RVD, and Shawn Michaels. All had greeted her kindly except Kane, whom she knew to be demented.
The door opened; she looked up to see Jericho's best friend, Christian, enter. "Is he going to make it?"
"I sure hope so. I would feel more terrible than I do now if he were to.... Because it would be my fault. He was just being a gentleman and he paid the price to keep me safe."
"Chris enjoys being a Good Samaritan~~"
"~~almost as much as he enjoys being a jackass." She sighed, gazing down at the sleeping Jericho. "He looks like an angel; my angel. Perhaps he is. I'm starting to question whether or not it was a coincidence we met. Now that I think back upon our meeting…. I do have feeling for him; they've been getting stronger, too. My parents would say that he's much too old for me, so I have no choice but to accept that, much as more as my parent's will, though."
"They're dead?"
She nodded. "We've been here a month; we organized an army which eventually split, and searched the town for survivors. There weren't many and once they were healthy again, they joined the army.
"When I was a private, I had to shoot my own parents down….because they were zombies. My brother, also, had to be put down. I was so angry all the time that I climbed the ranks and made it to second in command.
"Then…. I met Chris….and it was a bad start, but now….," she took Jericho's hand in hers.
"C'mon, you should be out with the rest of us," Christian extended a hand to help her off the bed.
"No," she said. "I can't leave him," then more softly, "I love him. Please, just a little longer."
Christian nodded and exited.
She had stayed for another hour; it was around ten-thirty, she guessed. During the time period after Christian left, she had reached out and begun to stroke Jericho's loose-falling blonde hair. It was silky as she ran her fingers through its softness, like a comb. She had done that for an hour; she promised she would join the others. Slowly and quietly she arose from the bed and was about to open the door, when~~
"I thought you were having fun playing with my hair," Y2J opened his eyes and come to a sitting position.
Slightly embarrassed, Phoenix answered, "I was just going out….for awhile; I didn't know you were awake. Speaking of which, how do you feel?"
"Still tender, but I'll live."
She sat back down on the corner of the bed. "I got all the details of what happened when we~~at the pit. I just want to say thanks. I owe you." She looked down at her hands. Jericho smirked at her last remark; she didn't see it, anyway. Without warning, Phoenix yawned.
"Tired," he asked.
"A little but I can manage. How long were you awake?"
"Long enough to catch you conversation with Christian."
"Oh~~," now she was really embarrassed. "I didn't mean~~"
"Don't worry about it," he replied. There was a silence, then, "Phoenix. Quite an unusual name."
"It's only my nickname. My real name is Amber."
"Last name?"
"Webb. It's British, back to the fifteenth century. Some of my ancestors immigrated into Germany just before WWII. They branched off and some German immigrants came to America. Some of my British ancestors came to America earlier, on the Mayflower. They fought in the American Revolution. I'm their descendent, thus, I am a Blue Blood."
"I see. My name is really Chris Irvine. I'm from Winnipeg, Canada."
"Your famous, anyone would know those facts. So please, tell me something about yourself that I don't know." She looked straight into his eyes; he, hers.
"I love you, too," he said. Silence.
"I'm not sure what to say."
"Anything."
"I love you."
"Come," he motioned with his index finger. Trembling from both cold and excitement, she crawled to him. His hands were immediately upon her waist as he straddled him, the sheets and their clothes became the only barrier.
Their faces were so close. "I think I should tell you now, I'm no angel. You are. I'm just a vagabond demon. All I know how to do besides…..," he looked away for a moment, then back at her face. "My career is to hurt people, to make their blood gush from their bodies," he told her.
Then she saw the one thing she saw which all zombies she killed had. In his eyes, she saw the same longing, the same hunger. But beneath that, she saw love, and the desire for love, melting her heart that the winter had chilled with fear, sorrow, and hurt for so long. Now, she felt none of these; she would let her body go, and give it all to him, tonight, for at this instant, she realized that he had saved her soul from its own damnation… She knew exactly what to do.
Her left hand rested on Jericho's shoulder, the other ran through his hair once again. "Kiss me," she begged. He did so; his tongue snaking its way into her mouth, Both could tell that the other was hot for them, and it would never cease until they found sanctuary within each other.
Chris' hand found the zipper of her shirt, which he wrestled with until he exposed her blood-red bra. Phoenix took this off. They worked away their clothes, revealing their nakedness. By that time, both were underneath the covers.
Now, with her looking up at him, he mounted her. His length met no resistance as it broke her hymen. He had had a feeling she was a virgin, but he was taking that from her, and loving it; however the fact that she was a beginner would complicate things, but it pleased him nonetheless. So, he would wait for the climax. Until then, he busied himself by massaging her rather small breasts; immediately enjoying cupping them in his hands.
With one hand positioned upon his back, she caressed his cheek with the other. She kissed him, savoring the moment.
Suddenly, the climax arrived with great pleasure for both. He cummed into her, and kissed her again, fervently, to stifle her rapturous groan. They were sweating; her scent multiplying his appetite for her.
Body twisting in excitement, she spoke, "Love me." Jericho smiled greedily at those words; now he knew she wanted the climax to be extensive.
"Of course," he told her, tongue and teeth moving along the soft skin of Phoenix's neck. "I'm the King of Bling Bling."
Then, lustfully, he began to work, impaling her with increasing hardness and velocity. She began to squirm underneath, and he had to hold her still. But she wasn't still; she labored along with him, falling into his erotic rhythm, until she could hold it no longer. Both moaned and groaned, losing themselves to the other. "Oh, God," she said. "Yes…"
Jericho felt tiny pin-pricks; Phoenix clawing his back. He grunted in pain as his blood dripped, but made no effort to stop it. Instead, he kissed her even more fervidly….
@#$%^&*!!!
"Dear Lord in Heaven," began Triple H. "What have we done to deserve this?" Everyone could hear Phoenix and Jericho.
"I'll never get to sleep, now," said Kurt.
"I always knew she had a taste for guys like Y2Jackass, but I didn't know she could be this sick," Cerrita replied.
"I don't understand. What are they doing," asked Hurricane.
"Yeah," added Molly. "Tell us, please!"
Crushing a couple of beer cans and adding them to a pile, John and Austin both spoke, "Sex."
Everyone else looked as if they were about to vomit. "I think I'm going to be sick," Earl said.
Benoit sighed. "At least they're warm." He looked at Cerrita.
"No," she said, "Jeez, you're like a female badger in heat!"
"I'm a Wolverine," Benoit growled back.
Randy Orton looked around, and then whispered something into Mighty Molly's ear. She giggled, and they exited. Hurricane began to cry, "She left me…!"
"Asshole," shouted Christian to a long gone Randy, "I was just going to do that!"
"Christian," said John and Austin.
"CLB," said Steve.
"Stands for," said John.
"Creepy."
"Little."
"Bastard," they finished, together.
"This place sucks," screamed Christian.
Cerrita laughed. "Not as much as Phoenix, who, I'm guessing, also swallows."
"UH," shouted everyone else except herself and John and Austin.