Fallen Angels

Chapter 1:

Chapter 1:

Dalia above.

Control, hatred, passion, self worth. That's what got me where I am. I'm trapped, with him forever.

I'll try to start from the beginning. My names Dahlia and I'm seven-teen years old with medium red hair. I didn't date much because to me it was just a lot of trouble but the day he walked into the store I worked at I was smitten. His long black hair falling just so perfectly over one eye and his muscles gripping his clothing tight to his skin. I couldn't even walk straight. Even the most beautiful things in the world have a hidden evil.

And that's exactly what he had. Deep pools of blue eyes framed by long dark eyelashes hid deep dark desires that I couldn't see. So, when he asked me out that day of course I said yes. His thick accent drawing me deeper under his control. He smelled of must and something else that couldn't put my finger but it didn't bother me. I just had a need to be in his arms surrounded by his body.

Michele .....like the angel god kicked out of heaven. That's all I can say about though because I know nothing about his past. Every time I ask where he's from he just says "Everywhere" like he has no home.

I lay there awake next to his side of the bed. He works nights as a bartender at a hard core BDSM club down town. I blame that on part of his sickness, but most of it was already there. I ignored most of initial signs that he was a tormented soul. The silence, the coldness, the late nights, the odd requests during sex. But by the time I knew who and what he was I was trapped. I was already in love.

He's an incubus, and I'm his toy. I'm forever trapped in love with someone who's slowly eating my soul.

Though I know this I can't even walk away from at this point not that I could have ever walked away from him. I let him take what he wants from me and I never say a word about it. That's just the way it's going to be until death is the end of me and he in my case is death. A very beautiful twisted death that I've come to terms with.

" Dahlia honey are you awake?" I hear him say as he lays down next to me kissing the side of my face.

"Yes Michele." I whisper softly.

"Come here darling." He says 9
" Not to long ago. Stop talking, I want to stare into your beautiful eyes." He says turning me over to face him.

I look into his mind scrambling eyes getting lost just at the sight of him. He kisses me slowly and then holds me close to him. I feel my heartbeat escalating and when I look up at him I can see that he feels it too.

"I love you." he says.

*Lies*. "I love you too." I say.

I could feel myself being taken piece by piece.

Once he had gotten what he needed for now he lays me back on my side and lays on his back. I felt exhausted like I always did after he was done. This is mild though compared to when we have sex. I'm practically lifeless after that..... I could feel my slowing plus and hear Michelle's soft breaths as he drifted asleep.

I slowly got up and opened the window of the balcony. He has taken me away from my home town but no one would be looking for me. Both of my parents had died when I was little and everyone else in my family pawned me off to each other for years. I gazed at the moon than closed my eyes when I saw him standing there. He was standing below the balcony his eyes a emerald green and I wanted to freak out but I couldn't move. I didn't have a clue who he was but I couldn't walk away from the balcony to awake Michele and tell him about the intruder. I move my mouth but nothing comes out.

Michele somehow senses me needing him and he's at my side. " Relax Dahlia, I'll handle it." He says rubbing my arm.

The man with emerald green eyes winks up at me as Michele jumps off the balcony to chat this guy up . He looks back up at me and says " Go back to bed Dahlia I'll be there later."