There is heaven and hell. And then there are those in between. The fallen who never really fell, who got lost among the cracks. And when everything is falling to ruin, does love really have a place in this world?
From the Creator of Angel with a Sho...
I saw him. He stood among the smoke of the bon fire watching me dance. When I held out my wrist, the bond pulled me towards him.
"Go." I told him, mentally pushing him away until he vanished. Only then did I breath a sigh of relief. The bond was getting stronger.
The very next day, I changed into some more modern looking clothes (pictured below) and flew to London. Standing in a alley, I closed my eyes, feeling my wings shrinking into my skin. It was uncomfortable, and my back felt like it needed to pop, but it would cause less of a stir. I retraced my steps to the demon Crowley's flat, pausing to look at the clean exterior. How the hell did he keep the place so spotless?
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I rang the doorbell and took a step back. A moment later, Crowley answered the door. We stared at each other a moment before he grabbed my arm and yanked me inside.
"Since you saved me the trouble of hunting you down," He hissed, actually hissed, as he pressed me against the closed door, "Care to explain what the fuck this is?" He held up wrist, where a serpentine band identical to mine snaked around his wrist.
"Its a bond." I said simply, looking him dead in the eye. He made a face and stepped back.
"It's a mating bond," I clarified, offended, "That's how you were able to see me at the bon fire."
Crowley paused, paling a bit, "That actually happened?" He swore fantastically when I nodded in reply. Then he began pacing back and forth in the hall, muttering to himself.
"I'm not marrying you," He finally said, stopping dead in his tracks, "I don't care what magic you pulled. I'm not."
Crossing my arms, I wondered how little he actually knew about Nephilim, "It's nature, not anything I conjured up. As for the marrying, there is little to no chance of that." Crowley stared at me, making another face. I wondered how often he was told no. As a demon, I'm sure he was used to getting his way.
Taking a step towards him, I pressed, "I wouldn't marry you if you were the last man on this earth. I don't care if we have a mating bond. I don't care if you don't want to marry me. I already have several males vying for my hand. In fact," I took another step, egging him on, "I couldn't care less if you saw me fucking one of them through the bond."
Something snapped inside him. In just a few long strides, Crowley had me pinned against the wall again. One hand held my waist and the other tangled itself in my hair, pulling my head back to look at him. I closed my eyes as his lips crashed into mine in a bruising, brutal kiss. I moaned as I felt his tongue claim my mouth. Six thousand years had made Crowley an extremely skilled kisser.
We were both panting for breath when he finally pulled back. Staring into each other's eyes, we remained frozen in place.
"You don't want me," I taunted breathlessly. Crowley growled, pressing his weight into me, pinning me in place.
"You don't know what I want," He replied, his breath caressing my neck as he nuzzled the bare skin at my throat.
"Fly with me tonight," I said, closing my eyes at his touch. I wanted to see if this male I was bonded with could keep up.
