Angel Kisses

17. Bound

Dragon on Nova^

I was overflowing with joy. The sun was beating down on us as we stood in line to get into the carnival. James and Colt had allowed me to bring Raaf so he perched on my shoulder obediently I was bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet, unable to contain my excitement. The last time I went to the carnival was for my 10th birthday. My parents had taken me on all the rides and gave me cotton candy. I had been entranced by all the mortals and their games.

"Calm down, Nova, we're only going to a carnival. You look like a six year at christmas."

"I feel like a six year old at christmas."

James rolled his eyes and gave the scrawny boy behind the entrance booth tickets. Colt leaned down to speak in my ear."did you see that?"

"See what?"

"That boy was checking you out, he should know that you're way out of his leagues. You should be happy that Killian isn't here or that kid might already be dead."

I gasped,"why!?!"

"Well, for looking at you that way of course. Dark creatures such as demons, vampires, and werewolves can become very possessive."

"Oh" Now I'm even more glad that Killian isn't here.

We finally made it inside and rushed to the nearest ride, ready to jump on. Colt went with me on every ride, but James said it wasn't really his thing so he would wait outside for us and a occasionally make snack runs. Raaf would generally wait with James.

So far I had ridden 23 rides, eaten three hotdogs, two bags of cotton candy, and a funnel cake. We paused for a break so that I wouldn't like on my next ride. I knew that if it would be any time it would have to be now.

James and Colt were sat close together, Colt whispering in James' ear. "Hey, I don't feel so well, I'm headed to the bathroom."

I put on a fake pouty face and held my stomach looking nauseous. James made shooting motions with his hands,"what are you waiting For? Go, we don't want your vomit over hear."

I'm walked into the girls bathroom and looked in the mirror as I snapped my fingers. My heart began fluttering with excitement when the switch worked and I was changed into black jeans with a gray graphic crop top. I snapped again causing my hair to switch to a pitch black color and a white and grey snapback to appear on my head.

Looking around, I found a small window located in the upper part of a wall. I climbed up and shoved it open. I barely fit through the small window but I shimmied through and out the other side. Looking around I saw that neither Colt nor James had noticed my escapade so far. I ran over to a tall wired fence and climbed over it. I reached the other side and ran into an open area a little bit away from the amusement park, Raaf now soaring next to me."Go Raaf! Go!"

He flew ahead and out of sight into the wide expanse of the sky on the way home. As I ran I pulled my top from my torso and spread my wings wide. I flapped my gorgeous pearly white wings and leaped for freedom. That is when it dawned on me, my plan wasn't quite as foolproof as I thought. The reason being that my wings were only that, gorgeous pearly white feathers. They no longer had any purpose but that of show and tell. I fell back to the ground and rolled, retracting my wings back into my body. Now covered in mud, I curled into a ball and mourned my clipped wings.

That is how they found me, unable to do anything but lie still with no response to anyone around me. James and Colt took me back to the large mansion and laid me back on my bed.

When Killian returned home the entire house shook with his fury."SHE DID WHAT!?!"

I could here him stomping his way through the halls and slamming doors. I quickly hid in the closet which I now found was full of clothes.
I heard him slam the door to my bedroom as he entered.

"Do you really think you can hide from me, angel?" He sneered at me from outside of my closet space."I can smell your cinnamon scent, I can hear your heartbeat..."

The room grew silent for a while. I shook in fear at what might happen. Suddenly the door to the closet was flung open and I was ripped out by the cruel grip he had on my upper arm. Killian flung me into the bed and stomped over to me. I could see now that his skin was boiling with lava and onyx, his hair was covered in flames, and his eyes glowed fiercely.

"Did you really think you could get away from me?" He growled at me."YOU. ARE. MINE!!!"

He grasped either of my arms and shook me."do you understand that?"

I glared back at him, my temper now rising."I will never belong to anyone!"

He lifted me by my neck and shoved me against a wall."say that you are mine."

"Never"I felt the sting before I realized what had happened. My cheek now burned with the sting of his slso.

"You are mine"

"I am not."

He flicked his hand and a fiery whip burst forth. I gasped as he turned me so that back faces him."I'll give you one last try, you are mine."

"No" with that the whip cracked against my back causing me to fall to the ground in pain. Before I could recover from the last one I was hit again, and again, and again. He finally stopped when he reached ten.

"Angel?" He said this softly as if he had not been hurting me the moment before. Crouching down next to my and holding my chin up to look into his burning eyes "say you are mine."

"Never" I spat in his face and he growled standing back up and wiping it off of him. Once again he started whipping me with searing stings. I could feel the blood sticking to my shirt and I was thankful for the small amount of cushion it provided. He hit me ten more times before asking again. When once again I said no he would continue for another ten. It went on like this for fifty lashes. I cried out as each crack burned my flesh. After the fiftieth lash he turned me onto my back which only made the pain intensify. He straddled over me and said to me again.

"You. Are. Mine."

"Please, please, stop"

"You know what you have to say." He growled back in response to my begging. When I didn't respond he pressed me harder into the ground causing me to howl in agony."FINE! FINE! I'm yours! I'm yours!"

"And will you ever try to run from me again?" He pressed on me again.

"NO! NO!" I gasped out.

"That's more like it, just one more thing and this will all be over."

His whip disappeared and in its place an old fashioned quil was held in his hand. His hand over my stomach to rest on the soft surface of my flesh between my hip bones down and to the left of my belly button. He lowered the quil to the area and started writing. It stung and I cried out as the quil burned my skin.

"I'm sorry, angel" he lowered his lips to the spot he had written on so far and gently kissed my skin. Suddenly the pain in that area disappeared though my back still burned in pain. I was sure he must be bipolaror something to have such a change in attitude.

He continued on without pain. When he had finished I looked down at the spot to find a dragon burned into my skin. I was officially his, I now belonged to the devil.