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

Chapter Six

Chapter 6

[Quinn]

His pale face was harsh in the candlelight as he twirled the quill pen among his fingers. His dark red eyes were full of smirk as he looked down at the blank parchment of paper on the desk.

The quill shivered within existence and was suddenly engulfed in white flames. It reappeared again writing on the parchment as Quinn mouthed words which the quill wrote perfect penmanship.

A clock sounded in the distance and Quinn’s mouth twitched a smile started to form over his face. Princess Ananielle, his princess Annie, would soon be his. Her blood ran through his veins, as did his in hers. He could feel her presence wherever she was and follow it without fail.

Then he glared and the desk groaned a sudden pressure pressed down on the room. The desk cracked under the excruciating pressure and Quinn sighed, trying to regain his control. He had been locked away for thousands of years. He had been fed food to keep his power locked deep within him and out of his reach.

But then, he thought, she came and changed that.

She saved me.

He felt himself smile finally as he recalled her face of bliss when he had given her his own blood. Something he had never done with anyone. Even when the Angels attempted to sneak some from him after drugging him to the point of insanity, he had never given the angelic bastards a drop of him.

She was special to him.

And now she was now stronger, strong enough, as he had planned, to be able to travel from the Dimensions to Earth in a select period of time. He recalled her in her lace as his older brother had found them.

He again wished Adriano hadn’t come when he did. He might have possibly taken her while her mind was still throwing off the Angel essence.

“Up your ass,” He mocked her earlier words, a small smile spreading across his face. “Her gratitude lies up her ass.” He smirked as he began to imagine multiple ways to find that gratitude and strip it down to its fairest strands as she begged and mewled for more.

He sighed from that thought. His mind immediately saddened as he remembered how he felt earlier upon sensing another presence go with her through time.

An Angel, and not just any Angel.

She had taken with her the prince of Heaven, Gregory Richard Alfalfa. He snarled at the name and again the extreme pressure came back and again began to crush all under its immense might.

He sighed angrily as his mind conjured the image of them laughing and playing amongst the cliff dwells. How his anger boiled his blood. He hated that angelic bastard with as much passion as a human hates mosquitoes.

He pushed himself away from the desk and stormed away. He kept his arms at his sides as the pressure kept coming down as his anger steadily grew. Then his head gave a pulse and he had to hold it as he felt the pressure begin to weigh down on him as things seemed to vibrate under the extreme pressure and break and crack onto themselves.

Gregory held Annie in his arms as if she was his. They were facing his younger twin brothers, Terrell and Jerrell.

He had never liked them. Jerrell’s superior attitude and Terrell’s idiotic one always grated on his nerves. It especially grated on him and made him see red when they both teased Quinn on his devotion to Edmund. They called him a sissy boy fro still keeping a bear as a friend.

Jerrell spoke and Annie turned in Greg’s arms to listen as Greg shifted to better comfort her. She left her head on his shoulder and allowed her fingers to weave through his as the younger twin said something. Terrell suddenly stood, his smile never faltering as he joked about something and pointed at Jerrell. The younger twin rolled his jade eyes and then continued to speak as if Terrell had not just made whatever comment he had made.

Whether unfortunately or fortunately, Quinn could not hear their words or any sounds within these visions on Annie.

But then again, he thought as he stood to his feet as the pressure left the room as quickly as it had come. I do not think I would enjoy hearing what Greg has sad to his Annie.

Quinn tried to sleep. But as he tossed and turned within his lavish bed, he found himself recalling all those centuries he spent alone and how he felt like he was reliving those same damned nights all over again.

“Annie…” he murmured and his mind conjured an image of said female Angel-Devil in a dress he knew accented her pale face with his deep colors and elegant design.

His dream image of Annie looked over a balcony, looking over the kingdom of Hell. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him, her red eyes sparkling in her delight to see him as if he was her very happiness.

“Quinn,” she said, and walked with grace to him and wove her arms around his neck, her red eyes suggestive as her smile changed from happiness to a smirk full of devilry and lust.

Her fingers sparked the hairs on the back on his neck as she purred. “Quinn…” she breathed into his ear and he felt himself shudder as her voice continued its underlying promise, “Quinn, you want me, right?”

He was about to reply when she pulled his head down and he saw that her face had changed. Her red hair was now golden and her eyes were nearly the same in their amber hue. She stroked his cheek and he felt himself stiffen as she purred.

“Don’t you miss how we loved each other, Quinn?”

Quinn felt his breathe seize, “No…”

The blonde woman’s gaze turned tragically insane as she grinned as her eyes seemed sad underneath all of their madnes. “You’re mine! You killed me to keep me by your side forever!” She dug her nails into his arms as he watched in blind fear as she continued. “You said I would die to keep you loved forever! But you forgot me!”

“You forgot me in favor of that red girl!” She cried and then she pushed him away as she grinned at him, tears marring her face. “But don’t worry! I’ll keep us forever just like we planned!”

She beamed, “I had the Massacre set up just like we planned and how as soon as I died from supposedly eating a human plant, the Angelic Royal Guard would storm to the Hell’s royal palace and execute all.” She came back to his side, “We’ll be together forever, Quinn.”

Quinn shook as he struggled to awake himself. He did not love this woman, he knew. She was insane. This was Luce Olivine Alfalfa. Luce, the Angel who had found him among a band of children he had been following with and had taken to stalking him.

Not only that, she became obsessed with him. She followed him home and often would repeat phrases like: “Leave me alone”, “Get back”, “Stay away from me, you creep!” to her own twisted ideals.  They became phrases like: “Come on, Luce”, “Stay with me forever” and finally her best ideal: “I love you, Luce.”

“We’ll be together forever,” she promised as she ran her hands over his middle. “I won’t let death come between ever again.” She locked her golden eyes with his red ones and said, “Just as I promised: we’ll die together.”

Quinn pushed her away and ran for the balcony as she screamed, “NO, QUINN! QUINN, MY LOVE, NO!”

Quinn threw himself over the balcony as he thought of the only one true person he knew could save him: Annie. Imagining her sweet face in blissful sleep, he shut his eyes tight. “Annie,” he whispered as he thought her name while he himself plummeted. Please know Luce was never anything to compare to you. I love only you…

Luce watched her one true love plummet down into the streets below and could only grow angry at how her love had said that red girl’s name. “He’s mine, bitch.” She growled, “I refuse to share.” She revealed the Autumn Crocus from a velvet case inside her dress folds. “It would seem it has come to this.”

She grinned as her amber eyes twinkled. “I always did love a good sport before supper.”

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