No Angels

Chapter Four - Blood

The fresh blood still dripped down Jada's cheek and it trailed down leaving a trail of red all the way down to her chin. She made to wipe it off but the firm grip of the angel's hand around her wrist kept her from doing so. She glanced to him with her teeth bared in displeasure yet Jericho kept a face of disinterest. He hummed along to a song that always played on the radio as the red lollipop rolled around in his mouth. His eye caught her glare and he grinned wickedly at her.

"You interested now?" The angel asked with a playful edge as he moved closer to her. Jada turned her head with her eyes on the wall beside her and a scowl etched onto her face. She ignored his question and he continued to hum to himself, his voice filling the long hallway.

They turned to a dark corner away from the dim lights that lit the main hall that they had been walking in. Jada's eyebrows lowered but she didn't question it too much. It would make sense for the "King of the Angels" to have his room away from any light and in seclusion. They continued walking in the dark hall and Jada could hardly see a thing, the only thing providing light being Jericho's bright red eyes and red lights from another hall that intercepted their own.

Jada leaned her head back to peer behind the angel's back to look at the poor girl that was dragged into this mess. Katie's eyes were focused on the floor with her hand limp in Jericho's own hand. She could still see the pepper spray that the girl clutched tightly in her other hand, the one away from the angel. They came to a sudden stop and Jada was slammed against the wall, hissing in pain.

"I'm sorry, really I am," Jericho breathed against her neck. Jada screamed and fought against his grip, trying to push his body away from her own. She kicked at him and snapped at his face with enough desperation to try and bite him. He growled and threw one hand to bound both of her hands above her and the other to grab her by her neck. Jada whimpered at his fingers against her pulse and her jaw was clenched as his nose rubbed against her wound, drawing a pained yelp.

"Your blood smells so good that I really can't help myself." He murmured into her ear. His breath felt like worms against her skin and she shivered in disgust. Jada growled against his hand and her eyes flickered over to the little girl behind him. Katie stared back at her with wide eyes and trembling hands wrapped around the pepper spray like a lifeline.

"Let go of me!" Jada yelled, swinging her knee up. Jericho grunted at the contact but didn't let his hold loosen and if anything, his hands held onto her even more forcibly. He let out a laugh with his head thrown back and he spat his lollipop off to the side, looking back at her with a leer in his eyes as they raked down her body.

"No can do, sugar. Titus will already tell that I've been all over you. Might as well get something out of it, right?" He asked rhetorically as he went to nibble on her neck. Jada screamed at the feeling of his lips on her skin and she thrashed against him, the knife in her sleeve falling out of her grip and further into her jacket. He hummed against her pulse, sharp teeth brushing against it. She whimpered, shutting her eyes in anger and fear at the fact that she was still living in his mercy. "Don't worry, baby. I'll make it feel good, yeah?"

His hand lowered down to her hips and tickled against the bare skin where her shirt had ridden up. Jada opened her eyes again and brought her knee up again but Jericho didn't relent. She winced, feeling his tongue against her bloody cheek and she shouted, trying to turn her face away from him. His hand came up to her neck to keep her face in place as he lapped at the blood dripping from her face.

His teeth scraped against her face, opening up another wound beside Titus' nail marks. Jada screamed again with a sob making it's way out and her eyes stung. She had to get out of here. She had to get them out. She promised she would get them out. Jada bit her lip and stilled herself in his grip. He seemed to be done with the blood on her face since he moved down to her neck again, pulling her arms that he pinned above her head down to her sides. The knife slid back down her sleeves and back into her grip.