Nightshade

Nathan - a sticky situation

Raguel stood at the door with a smile. He reached out to Nathan and ran a hand over his tattered jacket and shirt, and the tender skin beneath, eliciting a little intake of breath from Nathan. "Why are you here?" "Your little rampage is all over the news. Someone caught you shifting on video. Another caught a video of you lookin real beat up on a bus with your little friend here. I figured you'd be here." He eyed the little blonde man on the couch, who looked to be eyeing the two of them, terrified. He grinned and waved. Nathan sighed and tugged raguel in, who laughed a bit, and he shut the door, locking it back up with the key he kept on his person. He chuckled and sighed again. "Well shit. Glad I blew that apartment to hell." Rag lazily looked over at him "that was you too? Damn, you really are off your rocker for this little guy, aren't ya~" Nathan looked between Luka and raguel, who was walking closer, eyeing his new toy, who was cringing away. "So why'd you really come rag? To gloat?" Rag gave him another lazy smile. He was definitely high on something. "Just... curious. I wanted to see what could possibly elicit so much trouble." Luka swallowed "i-i didn't do anything! I j- just wanna live!" Raguel and Nathan both burst out laughing at that. "Oh cmon, that rich dickhead was gonna filet you, probably worse than I will." Nathan spoke with a lopsided grin. This boy was far too cute. It was a shame he had that regenerative factor. Well for him, at least. "Oh don't give him hope nate, we'll have our fun too." Luka began to cry again, shuffling away from raguel as he sat on the couch. "P- please I just wanna go h-" he broke down further as he realized what raguel had said earlier about blowing the apartment complex to the other side of hell. There was no going back, Nathan thought with some amusement. "I know, I know, this is all so tragic for you. But cmon, try to keep an open mind, this is gonna be great for us!" He said as raguel began to fiddle with lukas wings and ears, causing delicious little whimpers to fill the air. "What would happen... if..." Raguel bent the edge of luka's wing with a sickening crunch, and he screamed out in agony as they buzzed reflexively, and he tore himself off the couch, running to the fire, and tore out the hot poker. Raguel grinned and walked over, casually taking hold of the trembling end. The scent of sizzling flesh filled the room, and Nathan felt himself begin to salivate in excitement and hunger. Oh my, it was happening again already... "raggguel, darling, step away. I want a turn." He said, his voice in a sing-song. He laughed as he walked over, shredding off his jacket and shirt, before lunging forward with a clawed hand, ripping the poker easily from Luka, and he used it to bash Luka across the ribs, another scream that trailed off into a grunt of pain echoing as he flew, his face right next to the fire. He grabbed a handful of coals, yelling in pain as he flung them at Nathan's face, who recoiled, his excitement only growing. So this cute little faerie did have some fight in him after all! He slammed the poker, red hot point first, into the man's stomach, causing a strangled sounding scream as flesh sizzled. He wondered to himself if heat would impede the regeneration as it did in the old myths. Not to mention iron, which the poker was made from. Raguel went to join in, stomping on luka's hand, a lovely crunch sounding throughout the room. Tears were pouring down the man's face, and suddenly... "back off raguel." Nathan was suprised to hear the defensiveness and possessiveness in his own voice. What was he doing? Raguel ignored him, kicking Luka savagely in the ribs. A flare of anger licked through Nathan, and he slashed the poker at raguel, sending him flying into the wall with a yelp and a groan "what the fuck nate?!" Nathan stood over the two of them, panting and laughing. What was this? This bizarre feeling? "I... want him raguel. He's mine." He felt drool spilling out of his mouth, his heart racing delightfully. He felt so... alive! He grabbed Luka and dragged him to the couch, slamming his head into the hardwood of the armrest. Luka cried out, and weakly tried to push his arms in front of him to stop the second slam they all knew was coming, but Nathan was so much stronger. He grinned and kept slamming his head into the couch till luka's face was a bloody mess, then brought him up by his shirt, forcefully and sloppily kissing the man, who was half unconscious, hells, half dead. He reached out with an arm and gripped rags arm, outstretched to punch him, and shattered the bones in the man's arm, causing a sound halfway between a scream and a moan to fill his ears. He'd never felt so alive... alive alive alive! He laughed and sank his teeth into the flesh of luka's throat, ripping away, he grabbed raguel's head, and slammed it so hard into the ground that the man died on impact. Nathan didn't care. He'd be back in an hour or so, but that gave him an hour... an hour to savor luka's flesh, his screams, his... insides.