Angels and Demons

Letting her head fall back under the gentle hot spray of water, Violet shakily sighed pressing the palms of her hands against the cool blue tiles of the shower.

Waking from a strange confusing nightmare of distance sirens fading into the image of misty tombstones Violet felt a strong need to wash herself clean of Gabe's unforeseen violent assault.

She could still feel his rough hands on her, clawing at her body, tearing off her sweater, his mouth searching out what could never ever be his.

Scrubbing her skin she shivered staring at the dirty water swirling down the drain, a mixture of blood from his broken nose and his sweat that once permeated her body.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Violet stretched her fingers over her ribs, her gut twisting painfully missing her lovely ghost.

The truth of the reality of her situation slammed hard against her heart causing tears to sting her whiskey tinged eyes.

Good or evil, Violet only knew what she felt when she was with him, bliss beyond description, a heaven she never knew existed.

Tate, her pale dark eyed angel, or possible fiery wicked devil, was merely straddling the mortal coil of this world, and the final mystery of the hereafter.

A beautiful creature who would always be locked away, trapped inside the midnight fog of a forgotten cemetery where the dead of those meant to be forgotten were laid to rest.

Never able to walk with her in this realm, not really, she'd be alone, only able to touch, feel or be felt by him in his place of purgatory, a graveyard of bones and stone.

It wasn't enough, not for the lonely moments between, she needed more, she needed Tate, flesh and blood, tonight, alive, with her.

She yearned for him, was desperate for him to console her, to make her feel protected, loved, safe, but this would never be possible.

Tate was not from her time, he had taken his last breath long ago, a murderer or savior, she wondered if it even mattered anymore.

What she wanted he could never give her, no matter how badly she craved it.

Rinsing the shampoo from her dirty blonde long hair she pulled the shower curtain back to reach for a fluffy white towel to wrap around herself.

Fresh apples and lilac blossoms filled the billowing steam as it flowed out beneath the bathroom door wafting down the narrow hall.

Leaning on the lip of the sink she wiped away salty evidence of her feelings until her eyes lifted to the mirror before her.

My

Pretty

Violet

Written in condensation reflecting back at her letters slipped down long stretched out converging into each other until they were unintelligible.

Her breath caught in her throat as she reached out to touch words that couldn't be real, written from a soul that had withered from this plane of existence.

Running out into the hallway she came face to face with a note taped to her door from her step father.

V-

Gone to the hospital to pray with Gabriel's family. The doctors do not hold hope of him surviving the accident. I found the poor boy choking on his own blood stuck halfway inside the windshield of his truck, he was rambling on about you before losing consciousness. I found your sweater in the backseat, I put it on your bed, no one has to know of your disgusting sins. I hope you see now that your lustful actions have serious consequences, maybe even death Violet. Do not leave this house for any reason. Be back in the morning.

Ripping the note off her door she crumpled it up in her palm suddenly remembering the far away eerie sounds of the sirens in her dream.

It was then that she heard the floorboard creak ahead of her, down the hallway off where the light grew dim.

Grasping onto her towel she looked back and forth as frames on the walls started to shake.

Her muscles tensed hearing furniture being thrown, banging up and down across the rooms surrounding her.

Frozen where she stood Violet jumped as light bulbs everywhere began to burst one by one.

Exploding all around her shattered glass crashed down in every direction skating across wooden floors.

It was the slow annunciation of her name, deep and low that grabbed her attention as her face snapped forward.

There Tate stood, flickering in ominous white light, fading in and out, squeezing his fists tight by his side, consuming every bit of energy, concentrating with everything he had.

Violet shivered so hard her teeth chattered while her chest rose and fell breathlessly.

Blonde curls drenched in sweat shadowed blacked out eyes, penetrating with hypnotic intensity making it impossible for her to think.

Skin angelic, iridescent, white like cream spilling from the heavens, dimples hovering on the edge of slightly curved full lips.

Anger, lust, love, his emotions were tangled, twisted, tied in knots too fierce to sort out.

Violet trembled with unsure steps backing away leaving wet footprints in her wake with each animated move he made towards her.

Shrieking, hearing a loud bang coming from downstairs followed by a surge of electricity sizzling like lightning tearing across a stormy sky, she screamed again as the entire house went black.

Bright fiery sparks flew from the electrical box detonating fuses one by one like fireworks draining all power throwing her into darkness.

Stumbling backwards she found herself in her bedroom with the back of her knees pressed against the mattress.

His nails dug into the frame of the doorway just as her shade flew up flooding in moonlight from above making the night appear as day.

Her voice wavered in the air, all bravado, every trace of control evaporated in the air giving herself away to him.

A raspy whisper left her mouth, a place where his deviant stare was most concentrated.

"How? I-I thought you c-couldn't leave the... woods."

Somehow saying the actual word 'graveyard' seemed wrong as if admitting his limitations or the place of where his brother laid silent for reasons she still did not understand.

With nowhere to go as he moved like honey towards her, Violet lifted her body on the bed biting down hard on her bottom lip.

A slow hiss of pleasure left him watching this subtle hint of indecision as he followed suit rising up between her thighs parting the towel as he went.

It was everything she wanted, everything all at once, so why was she reflecting on the past, or what the future would now mean, or suddenly what he really was, and how this was all able to be.

"Tate… I don't understand. I thought you couldn't leave, how are you ... here?"

Lifting his blonde mop of hair over to the side covering one eye, he stared down at water droplets that were slipping one by one down her scented skin over the space between them.

His lean body shuddered doing his best to hold back the demands that were screaming in his head.

With a velvet slow drawl he drifted his mouth over her, just above her body, sinking in the deafening hammering of her little heart.

"It seems... my will to be with you... holds no bounds… I just had to... want it... bad enough."

A strip of bare skin appeared from the curve of her hip to the swell of her breast as the towel fell further apart, an invitation he could no longer ignore.

Overwhelmed, Violet breathed out a quick, "Wait, wait, wait." causing him to pause with unnerving composure.

Charmed by her reaction, he smirked softly, showing dimples that she was sure were designed to halt the female heart.

Still she struggled to prevent the towel from falling from her wet skin, trying to wrap her head around what was happening as if her deliberation would change the outcome.

In one fluid motion, like a slick serpent slithering along her body, he perched himself over her, his body hoisted by his strong arms braced on either side of her head.

Tate's mouth lightly brushed along her lips like cold snowflakes melting instantly upon contact as he hooked the towel where it tucked between her breasts with one icy finger.

"Your choice… always Violet."

She knew what he meant, what this would mean, how now everything would change.

Needing just a taste he lowered his mouth to gather up droplets of water that slipped along her collarbone.

Tate hummed with delight while the tip of his tongue lapped at her skin.

Violet breathed out harshly, her heart skipping precious beats as she spotted her torn sweater folded neatly beside them on the bed.

Remembering instantly the warning delivered by Tate's mother just as the towel fell to the floor, she laced her fingers through his waves understanding with perfect clarity what had happened to Gabe.

'Be careful little girl...'

Following her gaze he flicked his tongue while directing his dark eyes to meet hers.

"He'll never touch you again, my Violet... my sweet, sweet Violet."

Her head hit the pillow as he whispered sinful words of love and forever as he parted her thighs wide.

All doubt faded into nothing within his slow deliberate frosty kisses as she gripped the edges of the mattress tearing the sheets from the bed.

Faint malicious laughter lost to them both lingered across the hall as a large callous hand wiped away the fateful words he wrote across the mirror in jest.

'Tate, my son... at last you've returned.'

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