The Black Wings

by Sonamyluver718

Rosalinda could never make reason with the strange events that happened in her past. The only thing that held all the answers to her questions was her father's journal in which he left open for her. She'd never felt a pull toward it until now. Now that she is falling in love with one of the very creatures who is fighting to make sure she's the next one to go.

6. Anywhere But Here

All characters belong to Sega except my OCs

Ch. 6 Anywhere But Here

Secret love, my escape
Take me far, far away
Secret love, are you there
Will you answer my prayer
Please take me anywhere but here
Anywhere but here

Anywhere but Here by Mayday Parade

What the hell?! My arms tightened around his neck as I clung to him as he flew over the town. Heights don't scare me much; it's just the fact that he did that without any warning. Fucker almost gave me a damn heart attack. I looked down at all the shining lights that came from the city that we were soaring above. Everything looked so beautiful from up here. It was almost as if the town was just a giant black sky with millions of shining stars.

I was surprised at the fact that I wasn't afraid yet. Scourge could be taking me anywhere – even Hell – but yet here I was gazing down at the city as if there weren't a care in the world. I could imagine Scourge hurting me but at the same time: I couldn't think of him doing it. He was just so sweet and kind – a little too much but it helped ease my fear. I looked up at him to see him staring straight ahead, his ice blue eyes catching sparkles of the light of the city under us. He looked beautiful to me. Though he wasn't smiling or smirking, there was just a certain beauty that washed over his face. Maybe he was just beautiful in general. I'm not too sure.

Blush flooded my cheeks when I noticed he was staring back down at me, one of his eyebrows cocked into the perfect arch. Damn, I really need to stop staring at him and worry about what he was planning to do to me when we got to where ever he was taking me. My hands gripped onto him tighter at the thought of him killing me. Then again, he did say that he meant no harm to me. But he was a Dark Angel. His voluminous black wings that flapped gracefully behind him confirmed it. Pretty but evil creatures. He could've been lying for all I knew.

In an attempt to get my mind off of him hurting me, I reached out to touch his wings. I pulled my hand back in alarm when I first felt the silk texture of his wings. I had been expecting some sort of soft cotton feel, not silk. Yet, I reached my hand back out and let one of the feathers weave against my fingers. How could such evil creatures have such beautiful features? Oh yea, because they were still angels. Well that was a blonde moment for me. But still, I couldn't see Scourge being evil or mean. Yea, he looks as if he could be but from how he's been acting: I couldn't see it. Or maybe I just didn't want to see it. I liked Scourge. He was different from other guys. A whole lot different from anyone I've ever met before. Guess that's the whole Dark Angel thing kicking in there.

I looked down to see that we were now soaring over the dark ocean, the white waves crashing lightly. A black castle on a lone island came into view, causing me to clutch onto Scourge a little tighter. Where the hell were we? Why had he taken me here? What was he going to do to me? A cold shiver continually went down my spine as we got closer and closer to the castle. I hid my face in Scourge's chest, trying not ease up whatever I was feeling. He didn't speak but from the way he held me closer, I could tell that he wanted to comfort me.

He landed down on an opening balcony before setting me down on my feet. I was reluctant to let go of him but somehow I did. As I stared up at him, I noticed that all traces of easiness Scourge had on his face during our date had faded, leaving a dark, tense expression on his face. Okay, now I could see him being evil. A part of me then wondered if him being nice was all an act to reel me in. There was no doubt that there was but a girl can still hope, I guess. Without looking at me, Scourge started to walk off. "Hey, wait," I yelled as I rushed to his side in my stilettos.

"Shut up and stay close," he said, his voice dark. He still didn't look at me, just kept walking. It was hard to keep up with his long strides in my stilettos but I stumbled along without breaking my ankle or falling. Instead of focusing on the pain in my feet, I looked around at my surroundings. The inside was Victorian styled with very old paintings and statues but all of it was black and looked a bit melted. Plus the fact that most of the paintings were a bit disturbing. Some of them had killing scenes while others had battles and even some had rape scenes. Evil and creepy, this place was.

"Where are we," I asked, Scourge who was still walking, not sparing a glance at anything around him.

"This is a Hell Tower. Angels and Demons who live on Earth come to Hell Towers after they've completed their task and to wait for another one. Some of them just live here as moderators – bosses if you want a simpler analogy. They make sure everything goes as it's supposed to. This castle is similar to one of your drawings, right?" I opened my mouth to ask him how he knew about that drawing since I'd drawn it when I was only 10 or 11 but he spoke again before I could. "I've been following you for most of your life. More like watching over, I should say."

"So you're the one who's been watching me at night? The one who backhanded the shit out of me?"

"You were about to scream and I couldn't have that," he said with a shrug. "Besides, you're lucky all I did was backhand you. If it were another angel, you could have had it much worse. Think about it. You, all alone, in a bed with a Dark Angel watching you. I'm sure you wouldn't like that situation." A shudder went through me at that. If I knew that he could've done more than backhand me then I wouldn't have said anything. Now, I was a bit afraid to be here in this castle with him.

"Oh," was all that came out my mouth. He looked down at me, his ice blue eyes unreadable. We stopped walking as he grabbed my hand. He looked over my outfit again, causing blush to rise up on my cheeks as well as the thought to run crossed my mind.

"I wish you didn't wear such seductive things. It's making it harder to be good and not harm you in any way." I used my free arm to shield my body, as if it would do any good. He was still staring down at it. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"

"Yes," I murmured, starting to get a bit scared. His eyes finally went up to meet mine, lust clear in them.

"Do me a favor then, will you? Don't tempt me. I will do what I want to you with or without my father's consent. If you want to stay a virgin for a while longer than just try not be so sexy. Understand?"

"Wait, you think I'm sexy?" I asked, my cheeks probably redder than an apple. He nodded.

"I think you're the most beautiful creature to ever walk the Earth." Scratch apple, my face was probably redder than a tomato now. Scourge turned away from me, his hand dropping mine. "Come on," he said, his voice hard again as he began to walk. I stumbled up beside him. I wondered what was up with that? One minute he's telling me about his lust for me and the next he's walking away. I get bipolar people but I didn't think Dark Angels could be like that. Then again, he did say that no harm would come to me as long as I didn't piss him off. Guess he was trying to live up to that promise.

I jumped as another angel jumped down in front of us from the ceiling. He was highly attractive with his sharp angled face, dark green eyes, snakebites, eyebrow piercing, flaming orange hair that fell into his face, beach tanned skin and his tall softly muscled body. I hid behind Scourge as he stared at me like I was a piece of meat. "Who's that," the angel asked, his voice deep but smooth.

"That's Dimitri's daughter, Rosalinda," Scourge replied before grabbing my arm and yanking me back to his side. "Rosy, that's Dante." The orange haired angel, Dante, smiled deviously at me.

"I'm Scourge's best friend and secret lover. Don't worry though, it's nothing too serious." He tilted his head, that wicked smile still on his face. "Wow, Scourge, she's very tempting."

"Wait, you two are gay," I exclaimed, not caring for a second about how creepy Dante was. Dante threw his head back in laughter as Scourge glared down at me.

"Dude, she fell for it," Dante howled as he laughed even harder. Scourge rolled his eyes at his best friend.

"Shut up and move. I'm taking her to my room." Dante stopped laughing but his wicked smile remained on his face.

"Oh, too have a little fun?" A muscle jumped in Scourge's jaw but he said nothing. Dante's wicked smile started to fall. "Father doesn't know she's here, does he?"

"Not yet," Scourge said, his voice low. "Do me a favor and send Bane out to tell him. This wasn't planned."

"Alright, but you owe me a kiss later," Dante said as he began walking past us. "Nice to meet you, Rosalinda," he said to me as he walked past Scourge who punched him in the arm. As a response, he kissed Scourge's cheek. My green haired crush scowled at his best friend who laughed and flew down the hall.

"Is he gay," I asked as Scourge yanked me so that we could continue walking.

"I've known him for over 4 thousand years and I still don't know," he answered. Over 4 thousand years? Damn, how old was this kid?

"Why are we going up to your room," I asked, recalling what he had said earlier. Fear flew through me. I'd heard about rape from other people and I swore I'd never get myself found in that type of situation. But now I'm here in some remote castle far from where anyone could help me. I could scream all I wanted but there would be no one. I really hoped he wouldn't do anything.

"You want to know what's going on, don't you?" I nodded. "Well I'm not going to explain in the middle of the hallway." I blushed in embarrassment at how stupid I felt.

"Dante creeps me out," I said as I hugged myself with my free arm. A heartless laugh left Scourge's lips, causing me to look up at him with surprise. I'd never heard a laugh like that. It was so cold and humorless.

"Imagine seeing him standing over you when you wake up in the morning."

"Does he do that to you?" He nodded.

"Fucking weirdo does a bunch of shit."

"I think he likes you." Scourge shrugged.

"Dante likes anything he can fuck."

"So he's bisexual?" Once again, Scourge shrugged.

"Dante is Dante. That's all I can say." I looked to Scourge's back, now noticing that his wings were gone. He'd probably folded them back in.

"How did you become a Dark Angel," I asked cautiously, not wanting to upset him. Scourge took a deep breath, looking around hesitantly.

"It's a long story." He opened the door to a room. "Get inside before somebody else sees you." I walked inside the room to see what looked like an ordinary teenage boy's room. The room was painted a smoke gray with a thick black rug, a king sized bed, a black computer desk with a laptop sitting atop it, two big clear doors that lead out to a balcony and various written poems taped to the wall. I was surprised at how boyish the room was but I then reminded myself that Scourge was a teenager deep down inside. "Sit," he said, motioning the big bed. I hesitated in which his stare on me hardened. "Sit," he commanded, causing me to quickly take a seat on his bed. He sighed. "When I tell you to do something, please do it. My patience and temper aren't very good."

"I'm sorry," I murmured, looking down at my lap. I flinched away from Scourge as he kneeled down in front of me. He looked at me as if I had two heads.

"What is wrong with you," he asked, annoyance laced into his Hispanic accented voice.

"After that whole threatening to rape me thing, I don't think I trust you too much." He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. I just wanted to take off your shoes. They look like they hurt your feet." I looked down at my stylish stilettos as the pain I'd been ignoring in my feet resurfaced.

"Oh. Okay."

"You shouldn't be afraid of me, Rosy. I'm not initially trying to hurt you," he said as he took off my first shoe.

"I know and I'm not afraid of you. I'm more afraid of your urges." He smirked, taking off my second shoe.

"Trust me, I can take care of those easily." The thought of him sleeping with other girls crossed my mind, causing me to get a little upset. Even though we weren't going out nor have we known each other that long, I still didn't like the idea of him going out and getting it one with other girls.

"So, you never told me how you became a Dark Angel," I said as Scourge plopped down on the other side of the bed, laying down on his back. He looked over at me, his eyes halfway open in a bored look.

"I told you that it was a long story."

"Well I wanna hear it." He stared at me for a minute before speaking.

"Lay down with me."

"Stop doing that."

"Doing what," he asked, raising an eyebrow. Well I guess the sweet him was long gone. At least I enjoyed it while it lasted.

"Stop skirting around telling me. I wanna know."

"How about you lay down with me and maybe I'll tell you."

"Or you can just tell me with me sitting up," I said, turning so that I could lean against the headboard.

"How about no." I scowled down at him as he merely stared up at me. "Come on. I just want you to lay down. Please?"

"No. I don't want to."

"Fine. Then I guess I won't tell you." I pressed my lips together, looking away. On the inside, I was disappointed. He was being so confusing. I just wanted to know one little thing about him to help me understand him a bit better. But no, he had to go be an asshole about it.

"How long are you going to keep me here," I asked, bringing my legs up to press against my chest and hug my knees.

"Until I know you won't do anything drastic when you get back home. Like telling that stupid angel best friend of yours."

"What? Cody's not an angel!" He smirked.

"Wow, Rose, you really are blind, aren't you?" I frowned, looking away. "Come here," he said, his hand sliding to the crook of my knee, pulling it down. Next, he tugged on my arm, causing me to fall down on his chest. A sigh of content left his lips as he wrapped his arms around me, trapping me against him.

"Now that I'm laying down, will you tell me?" Scourge sighed, looking down at me.

"I lost both my parents to murder when I was about 9 or 10. Since I didn't really have any relatives, I got put in a orphanage where I stayed for a couple months. That's when Lucifer – in his human form – adopted me. He taught me everything I need to know before handing me over to Damian who raised me from then on. He didn't choose me randomly though. None of us are. We all have something that Lucifer wants. Some of us figure it out sooner than others but it's always there. But me, I was born with demon blood running through my veins. I was evil from the moment I could cause chaos. Lucifer saw this and decided to make use of me. He turned me into a Dark Angel when on my 18th birthday, telling me that he was his favorite and that now I would always be under his care. Feels like yesterday, he was just taking me in. Funny how fast time flies."

"How old are you, exactly?" Scourge looked up as he thought for a second.

"No older than 7 thousand, I know that much."

"Oh. Wow. You're old." He chuckled.

"Age is just a number babe." Suddenly, my stomach growled loudly. I blushed in embarrassment, holding my abdomen. "Oh shit, I forgot to feed you didn't I? You must be starving." He got up from the bed, going over to the small fridge in his room. He pulled out a bag of cheese crackers and a soda can. "Sorry but this is all I've got right now. I'll take you downstairs later and get you some actual food but just have this for right now," he said as he handed me the snacks.

"Thank you," I said, not meeting eye contact with him. He was just so emotionally jumpy. One second he's an asshole, the next he's not and the next, he's just weird. I don't think I can keep up with all these emotion changes.

"You're welcome," he said, his voice near my ear. I jumped away, now noticing how close he was to me. He tilted his head but said nothing. I looked away as I started to eat the crackers. Once I didn't want any more, I set the bag down on his night stand and took the last sip of the soda. I glanced at Scourge to see him still staring at me.

"What," I asked, looking at him strangely. He shook his head.

"I just really want to kiss you." Blush flew across my cheeks as I looked away. "You've never been kissed before, have you?"

"No," I said. "So I'll probably be bad at it."

"I don't believe that." He slid closer to me as he took the soda can out my hand and set it on his nightstand. His finger curled under my chin, turning my head so that I'd look up at him. "Besides, I'll be gentle."

"Scourge, I don't know… We don't know each other that well…"

"Oh shut up," he said, pulling me closer against him. "Don't be afraid of me. I won't get carried away. I promise." I sighed but slowly nodded.

"Okay. Just one kiss though." He chuckled lowly.

"I can't make that promise." He started to lean down towards me, causing my heart to speed up in its rate. His eyes took turns looking from mine to my lips. I tried to relax but I couldn't. I wanted to kiss him but I didn't at the same time. Damn, just damn.

Scourge's lips brushed against mine as light as a feather before pressing down to make actual contact. I was surprised at how gentle his lips were as they started to slowly mold mine. I didn't know what to do so I just stayed put and let him do what he wanted. "Kiss me back," he murmured against my lips.

"I don't know how," I whispered back.

"Just try." His kisses started to be a bit more rough, one of his hands grabbing the back of neck to push my face even more against his. Slowly, I let my lips start to move in sync with his. A smile was felt under our kisses from him and I knew that I was doing pretty good. When I felt his wet tongue flick at my bottom lip, I tried to pull away but his hand kept me in place. Again, his tongue licked at my lips and I then figured out what he wanted. Carefully I opened my mouth, letting his warm tongue into my mouth. First, his tongue explored, rubbing around wherever it could get to. Then, it started to rub against mine. Wow, he tasted really good. My hands got tangled in his soft hair as he lowered me onto my back. I tried to pay no mind at the way he grabbed my hands and pinned my arms up over my head but when he grinded once against me, I pulled away. "Sorry," he breathed out, opening his eyes to look down at me.

"It's okay." He kissed me again, putting his hands in my hair. I returned the kiss, opening my mouth before his tongue could flick at me. A moan left my mouth as he pulled lightly on my hair. A small chuckle left his lips as he tugged even harder. Damn, all of this was getting heated a little too fast. So why wasn't I stopping it? I promised Auntie- Oh shit, Auntie! How long had I been gone? Shit just shit! I was about to make an attempt to push Scourge off me but we heard a voice that made him pull away from me anyway.

"Well, well, Miguel, I see you work quick," I heard a mesmerizing voice come from the doorway. Scourge pulled away from me, looking up in surprise and embarrassment. Standing there was a tall man with gray hair, a broad built and gleaming red eyes. I knew who it was before Scourge said anything. "Lucifer?"

This chap was actually long haha! So, this chap came out totally different than what I planned for it to be so therefore I do not like it lol. But I hope you all do!

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