Wild Eyes | A Crowley x Reader lemon series

An Unsuccessful Escape

Your POV
Fuck, fuck, FUCK. My wings snapped against the cool night air as I flew for my life like some scared animal. My head was pounding and my ribs felt at the very least bruised, but I kept flying until I came to a clearing by a stream.

I half landed, half stumbled to the ground, wings trailing behind me like limp sails. Gasping for breath, I scanned the sky for the angel and demon who had hit me. Was Heaven and Hell teaming up to find us now?

I laid on my back, closing my eyes to try and think. For centuries, the two supernatural sides had been trying to gain control over the Nephilim. As a result, packs and clans were formed, some choosing sides and some choosing to conceal themselves with ancient magic. My pack lay hidden in the mountains, protected by wards to hide ourselves. 

My pack. I couldn't go back, at least, not for a while. What if the demon and angel were trailing me? I opened my eyes again, staring up at the starlit sky. No, I would have to be a loner for a time. 

A beating of wings caught my attention and I leapt to my feet, wincing, as the demon stepped from the shadows. I snarled and took up a fighting stance, wings tucked behind me, nails elongating into talons. 

"Well, there's no need for that." The demon said. I sized him up, trying to decided whether to flee again, or to fight. He was tall, lean, and in excellent shape. Flight it was again. 

"Hey, we don't want to hurt you!" He called out as I spread my wings again. I paused, watching warily. He took this as a sign to continue.

"No one wants to recruit you." The demon said, taking a cautious step nearer, "We just wanted to know if you were alright." 

"Who is we?" I asked.

"Just the two of us." Another voice said from behind me. I spun on my heel, twisting so fast that the injury in my side erupted in pain. Sparks danced across my vision as I gasped, knees crumpling under me. 

"Crowley, catch her!" The voice said, and instantly a pair of arms kept my head from smacking the earth. My head lolled, pain throbbing from my side and head as I half heard what was being said above me. 

"Aziraphale, get the car." The demon...Crowley... hissed to what I assumed was the angel. I was vaguely aware of being lifted by a strong set of arms. Vision fading, I leaned my head against the demon's shoulder. The last thing I remembered before falling unconscious was thinking how nice he smelled. Like earth...and sage...