Septiplier - Angel

Rachel

Sean POV:

"Hello Mark." Who was that? The voice I heard had a demonic tone to it. I was about to turn around when a pair of slim wet arms made their way around my waist. "My, my. Aren't you a cutie." Her voice had a teasing tone to it. I looked up and saw Mark was practically fuming. Did he not like that this women was hugging me? Was he mad at me that I didn't answer his question? Or does he just hate this women? I started to wriggle around in her grip, uncomfortable of how long she was holding onto me and also my clothes started to get soaked. She quickly tightened her grip and I could feel a sharp chin rest on my shoulder. "Watch this." She whispered. I slowly felt hard and rash kisses go up my neck. She was kissing me? She slowly started making her way up my jaw line. I haven't even seen this girl's face yet and she is already giving me hickeys. I wanted to push her away but she still had my arms in a death grip. I closed my eyes hoping that this was just a dream. Again luck wasn't with me today. This was real life. I slowly opened my eyes to see Mark shaking, his eyes weren't the cocoa they were before, no they were completely white. I soon noticed that the only thing that stopped me from freezing to death was the burning heat that was radiating off of the strange woman who was still kissing my neck. "Miss, I'm sorry but I am not really enjoying this can you plea--" I couldn't finish my sentence as she had spun me around and shoved her tongue down my throat. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? I was trying to back away but she swiftly put one of her hands behind my head keeping me in place. "Rachel" It sounded more like a growl then a voice. I started to shake. Not only because I was scared but also because the temperature was so low I wouldn't be surprised if icicles were appearing on my nose. "Rachel get your hands off of him." This 'voice' was filled with anger and hatred. It kinda sounded .. sexy? Ok Sean this is not the time to be thinking about this. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I was harshly pulled out of this woman's grip. The amount of force that was used sendt me flying across the room. My back started to ack from the hit. Shit. That really hurt. I let out a groan of pain. My arms started to sting and I noticed the blue sleeves of my hoodie started turning red. Because of all the commotion my cuts started bleeding again. I looked up and noticed Mark was strangling Rachel. I need to stop this. Yes, I know she was just forcefully pushing her tongue down my throat, but no one deserves to die. I hesitantly stood up and started shuffling my way over to Mark. I noticed that the closer I was getting the colder I got. When I came close enough I noticed the where to bumps forming on Mark's back. I slowly brought my hands to touch the two oddly shaped lumps on Mark's back. The second I touched it I heard the sound of fabric tearing. Rachel started maniacally laughing even though she was being choked. How did she even have enough air for that? Soon something grey flashed before my eyes and I was pushed to the ground. The force that pushed me felt like, like ... feathers? I couldn't help but stare. There were wings. Grey wings. Grey wings were sprouting out of Mark's back. "M-Mark you-u ar-rent-t hu-uman?" I stutterd. What is he?