The Crimson Wood (AlastorXAngel)

The Crimson Deer (R18)

(WARNING: Huge triggers. This chapter has scenes of Violence and Rape)

   Angel stood over Dean as the man slowly rose to his feet. He held his ground and just as he thought Dean was going to charge the man put his hands up.

"Alright kid." He said stepping back. "I'm sorry."

   Angel raised a brow not trusting Dean's action. "You are gonna start walking back. I'm gonna do my business, and we'll pretend like nonna this eva happened."

"Ok." Dean backed up slowly.

   Angel hestently began to put down the knife, but as soon as he blinked Dean rushed him. Angel swiped the knife across Dean's belly, it cut only his shirt, but it sent him into a rage. He grabbed Angel's wrist that held the knife, spun him around to face the woods, tripped his long limbs and toppled over him falling to the earth.

"Hey!" Angel yelled as his cheak hit the dirt. "Get the fuck off me ya creap!" He yelled.

   Dean didn't listen as he used one hand to push Angel's face into the ground. He then sat atop of Angel struggling to take the knife from his hand. He finally got a hold of it throwing the blade aside. He quickly unraveled his belt pulling his slightly erect cock from his fly. He pulled down Angel's shorts to reveal his cute bubbly pale bottom.

   Angel's face went pale as he began to panic. He wriggled side to side cursing and shouting. His mind went white as flashbacks of the past ran through his head. The words 'not again' played in his mind over and over. He called out one last time able to lift his head to look into the forest. His eyes widened when his saw a glowing Crimson deer watching over the scene. He gasped at the beautiful sight, he felt a wave of calm rush over him forgetting where he was. This was quickly torn from him when intense pain shot through him as his attacker forced himself inside the boy. Tears ran down his face, he tried to look back to the deer but it was gone.

   Less than an hour passed as Angel lay upon the forest floor, his clothes ripped, his limbs bruised, and dirtied by the earthy ground and filthy mans sperm. He looked up to the other male in anger and fear. He wanted to run, or fight, but his legs were worn as they shook heavily. Dean looked back at the slight light of the fire before turning back to Angel. He said nothing as he plotted his next move. He glanced at the knife he had thrown earlier. But decided not to go for it. He instead loomed over Angel's body grabbing his thick blond matted hair. He pulled it up and began to drag Angel further into the woods. The boy tried to call out, his voice was corse and not able to reach far as the man took him deeper into the trees. He did not cry as he gave up closing his eyes, waiting for it to be over.

   Finally the man stopped throwing him down. Angel looked up to him with bright frightful pink hues. Dean said nothing as he left the boy alone in the woods.

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     Angel curled into his frail broken body against a tree. He shivered uncontrollably as the night began to freeze the air around him. He had tried to get up many times but his legs were too beaten. He rested his face against the bark of the tree trying to concentrate on its splintered hide against his skin. It partially distracted him from the cold momentarily. He closed his eyes slowly giving into the night but just as he was about to fall asleep a heavy red light woke him.

   He opened his eyes slowly as he saw crimson cat like eyes staring into his own. He gasped weakly as he took in the vision on the deer he had seen in the woods.

"You." He breathed.

   The deer tilted his head to the side backing up and walking away. Angel felt the urge to follow the creature dawn over him. He struggled to his feet as his body lightened, the pain melting away. He limped after the deer as it lead him through the wood. He followed for a while then saw the bon fire. Beer cans were scattered everywhere and panic began to strike Angel at the fear of Dean being around. But as he kept going he tripped over something large and heavy. He looked back at the object to see a thick puddle of blood stained grass, and atop it was the body of Dean.

"Wha-" Angel breathed. "What the fuck happened here?"

   He felt relief and fear engulf him. He looked to the deer who held a set of keys in his mouth. Angel watched as the deer placed the keys into his hand.

"These are.... Tommy's keys."

   The deer looked to the truck, Angel's eyes followed and widened. Sprawled near the Ford were the bodies of Tommy, Richie, and even Mark. He held his cold hands over his mouth in shock.

"How." He looked to the deer who was retreating back into the forest. He grasped the keys and sighed as he entered the truck.