When Angels and Demons Collide

Chapter 2

On we go, enjoy. Her dress up top, heaven is conservative what can I say? ;D
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I tensed and kept my eyes closed, not like I could open them right now anyway. They felt too heavy, and I, much too weak. I could hear soft, quiet footsteps near me. The person was so quiet I had a hard time listening to them. 'That's odd.' I thought. Finally they stopped next to me and kneeled down, I could sense their presence better now. The person's aura, it was strange, it screamed danger, this person couldn't have been good.  Their aura scared me, if I wasn't so weak I surely would've trembled in fear. The power this person possessed, I could feel it, it wasn't human, it couldn't be. Suddenly, I felt a hand lift up my limp wrist, I felt two gloved fingers press down against the inside of my wrist. At first I was confused, then a realization washed over me. 'A pulse! It's checking for a pulse, my pulse.'

"Hmm, she has a pulse." A deep and demonic sounding voice registers in my ears. I instantly recognized it as male. "And she's breathing." Unintentionally I felt my breath hitch, and then I heard his chuckle. "Awake too, come on little one, open your eyes and let me help you."  His voice sounds sincere, less demonic, but I don't trust it. I don't open my eyes, or move at all for the matter. That is, until I feel him touch the sword. "What's this? Oh you poor thing, let's get this out of the way shall we?" He sounded sincere, concerned even, I almost believed it, almost. 

In one swift movement he ripped the sword out of my wing, my eyes unintentionally sprung open and my back arched as I gasped. I couldn't scream, my voice was now gone from the screaming I had done earlier. Silently gasping for air as a whole new type of pain shoots through me, my wing was healing the hole made by the sword, slowly but surely. I stared up at the trees in pain until it finally stopped. When it did my body collapsed against the ground and my eyes started to close again. I never even saw his face.  I felt my consciousness start to leave me as he spoke again. 

"Hm, I wonder how your kidneys taste." I heard his voice mutter before I completely lose consciousness. 

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I woke up on a cold metal table, my wings hung over the sides. My wrists, neck, and ankles were held down by leather cuffs. My lips were cracked and dry, my throat burned, my thirst and hunger was unignorable, I could hear my stomach rumble. The harsh, blinding, lights hurt my eyes. And my once beautiful dress that was ripped to rags on my very, graceful  descent through the trees did nothing to protect me against the chill of the room. At least it still covered what needed to be covered. All in all I can sum it up in one word, uncomfortable. Question after question ran through my head as I surveyed the room I was held in. 'That's an odd way to paint a room.' I thought to myself as I gazed upon the maroon colored paint splatters all over the walls in a random pattern. And then I realized it, that wasn't paint, it was blood. Actual blood! Okay, now I'm starting to freak out as I study the splatters more closely. Some splatters were so dark they almost looked black, others looked like it was still wet and everything in between. My heart started to pound and my breathing turned into pants. And then, someone cleared their throat. 

My breath hitched and I felt my heart stop as my body went rigid. He was here, in the room, that....that man! He did this, he kidnapped me and restrained me against this table! What does he want?! I was now terrified, my own thoughts and questions only scaring me more. I slammed my eyes shut and held my breath.

"There's no need to be so afraid." He chuckled. "I haven't even given you anything to be scared of," His voice turned deeper and it sounded more demonic."yet."  I tensed, he was so close, I felt his fingertips brush against my wing and a gasp escapes my lips. 

"P-Please....Just l-let me...g-go." I whispered, my voice raspy and rough. I winced, just saying those few words made my throat sting.

The man tsked at me, "Hm, now where's the fun in that? I have my own personal Angel right here in front of me. You think I'm just going to let you go?" He scoffed," oh no, you and I, We're going to have lots, of fun together." 

"F-fun?" I stammered, scared of what that meant. 

He chuckled, "Open your eyes and see for yourself." I didn't want to open my eyes, I didn't want to know what he meant, but at the same time, I did. I wanted to know what he was planning to do to me, I wanted to know if he was going to hurt me or just toy with me, or maybe even just kill me. But I knew that wouldn't happen. Only something made out of iron could kill me. Any other injuries I receive will heal. Even if I were to be strangled, it wouldn't kill me, only put me to sleep for a little. However, he could figure that out and use it to his advantage, I may not die but I still feel the pain just like any other human would.  Slowly, I open my eyes to gaze up at him. What I saw made my eyes widen, a royal blue mask was positioned on the man's face. The mask had no physical features besides two eye holes covered with some type of cloth from the inside. And dripping down from the eye holes were what looked like black tears, possibly made of paint? 

That wasn't was made me so scared though, the mask was moved up to reveal the bottom half of the man's face. He smirked down at me, seemingly pleased with the reaction he has gotten out of me.  I could only tremble in fear as I studied him, I couldn't look away. I stared at him, he had ash-grey skin and lips just a shade lighter, though his teeth, they were razor sharp, strikingly white, and guess what? I gulped. Stained with blood. 

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" He chuckled darkly and held up an extremely sharp medical scalpel to my neck. "Well, I've got ways to make you squeal, maybe I'll just play with your vocal cords."  I tense as tears gather in my eyes, a sob catches in my throat.

"N-no....p-please!" I whisper out, my voice not allowing anything louder, and even that comes out rough and raspy. He doesn't respond, only fixes his mask and moves the scalpel down from my neck to my chest, he stops right above where my heart is.

"Maybe just a bite of your heart?" He mumbles to himself, however, his statement only makes my fear worse and I can do nothing but stare, I'm frozen. "Hm, actually," He moves the scalpel down to my side and carefully cuts away a section of my dress, I stare at him in confusion and curiosity, despite my fear. "I think I'll try your kidney." I can hear the grin in his voice, his words hit me hard. "You do only need one to survive after all."

'My kidney?!!! What the heck is he talking about?! Oh please God, please don't let him do what I th-' My thoughts were cut off when I felt his scalpel cut through the flesh of my side like butter.

My scream ricocheted off the stone walls in the room, surprising both myself and the monster that has just cut into me.