His Little Devil-Angel; The Life Of Ananielle L.J. Pandora (ON HOLD)

Chapter Five

He sighed at me in my drugged and disarrayed state. I stared at him, in disbelief. He straddled me and if I hadn't been so high off Angel essence and its components, I would've thought this looked way-y too close to a possible sexual situation. Incest! I would've thought, Quinn is trying to commit incest with his niece!

I wonder how those work, once it got found out, I wonder-

"Can you keep any concentration, at all?" Quinn asked, but his tone wasn't sarcastic. It was concerned, with a shared pain. My thoughts instantly sobered and I tried to focus on him.

He certainly looked better, Elisha had said my clear blood had cleansed his system and had the components in the Angel essence neutralized and eliminated. And since I was the same as him, an Angel-Devil, my blood had given him back any Devil means he had lost in his long years of solitude in Heaven.

"I hope this shall be effective..." Quinn murmured as eh bit into his wrist and put the bleeding appendage to my mouth. My thoughts began their stupid pace of random thoughts and questions as the blood touched my lips.

He talks funny...

Wonder how this look sot the outside world...?

This is go-od...

Did Quinn's Mom cheat or did his dad?

Oh my gosh...this is good!

....

Hey what's he doing???!!!

Just as my vision cleared and my senses just exploded I realized I'd taken too much. My metabolism sprinted to its original class and I felt the aches vanish as Quinn's face came into perfect view. My fever dropped off the face of Hell as the superhuman component in the Angel essence was burned out. I coughed against Quinn's wrist and tore myself away, accidentally throwing both of us over the edge of my bed, onto the floor. I yelped as Quinn fell on me, muttering curses.

Quinn lifted his head, "You ignoramus... you took too much!" he barked at me and my face flamed incredibly as my mind went to a pace my body could follow to think up a quick retort. "W-hat did you just call me, you fuck-turd!" Okay, maybe it wasn't up to just the right speed yet.

"Ig-nor-amus." Quinn annunciated each word and my face flamed as his smirk grew. I raised my knee and he grunted, falling backward with tear pricks at his eyes.

I'm glad I'm not a guy that looks like it hurt.

I jumped him but he hissed and went forward, pinning me by my shoulders with my back to the ground, we had forgetting our states-

Translation: I was in a bra and lace, he in nothing but a pair of pajama bottom. Typical sleeping wear for us but put us in awkward situations if seen in our situation with red faces, smeared blood and huffing

When the door opened to Elisha and Dad.

...Awkward moment...

"What-"Elisha started, her head turning a faint pink as she stared, the corners of her lip twitching.

"-THE FUCK?!" Dad finished and Elisha giggled as he ran to us, grabbing Quinn's neck, throwing me over his shoulder and kicking Quinn, making him slide on his butt into a corner.

"EW! That's SICK! QUINN-WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?! THAT'S YOUR DAMN NIECE!" Dad yelled. Elisha saw through the embarrassment we wore and what our actions looked like and smiled, at least she knew we weren't doing anything dirty...

Dad was not so wise...

Elisha took Dad's elbow when he about to throttle the blood-exhausted Quinn and dragged him away. I felt myself gape at how much Dad was kicking and screaming (not to mention swearing). Huh guess Elisha was old, she could pull the prince of Hell away.