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"Why have you never been happy?"
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She pulled away from me, flicked her finger across her
teeth, and sealed the bite marks I'd placed on her. With a
cold glare, she raced away into the trees, her wings fanning.
This time, I gave chase.
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Chapter Ten: River
The cool night wind felt good as I threw away my shirt and
spread my demon wings. Angela soared high above me, her
shape gliding in and out of the thin clouds. Stars glittered
above us, and the little city below became a plane of lights
and miniatures. I caught up to her with ease. She only glared
back at me and dove away in a futile attempt to escape.
For a time, I let her think that she lost me. I traced her
unique scent and, following high above, shadowed my body to
appear invisible to her. She flew far past the city and soared
over the wilds. I noticed what she followed, the St. Johns
River south. The massive body of water glittered in the
moonlight.
When Angela dipped into the thick trees, vanishing from
my sight, I followed, anxious to see why a hungry vampire
would come here rather than feast on the people so plentiful
and easy to access in the city we'd left.
Alighting on the riverbank, I strode along, my wings
folding at my back. I did not wish to retract them in case my
prey took to flight once more. I sent out my mind to seek
hers and met the thick wall she kept around her thoughts.
"Let us talk this night, little vampire," I called into the
darkness. "I sense your hunger and your loneliness. I promise
not to hurt you or try to control you ... this time."
"Lies!" she shouted. "What purpose do you have in talking
with me?"
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"I'm lonely. You are as well. We can be company for one
another. Forever is a long time to exist, and I do not wish all
of my unending years to be spent alone. Do you?"
Silence followed, spanning out so long I wondered if she
had left me. I sat down on the bank among the high water
grasses and watched the waves. The dappled silver light
across the water's surface reminded me of the Great River I
used to be forced to traverse. I closed my eyes and
remembered those times. Emotions were stripped from me
before my assignment to that task. When I was gifted them
back an eternity later, I had no way of knowing how to handle
them. Even now, they troubled me, and I cast them aside on
instinct, burying them deep so they would not burden me.
Her footsteps crunched in the plants until she stood
directly behind me. "I should kill you," she said. "Take your
life so you won't haunt me again."
The tips of black wing feathers curved around my body. I
opened my eyes, leaned back, and looked up at her. Sullen
and cold, she appeared detached from the beauty around us.
I wanted to pull her down into my lap, to explore her plump
lips with my fingers, to trace her face and memorize the taste
of her mouth against mine. Her wings draped like a cape,
enclosing me. "Come. Sit."
She shook her head.
I reached up, using my magic to grasp her wrist before she
could see my fingers approaching, and took hold of her.
Angela resisted, but failed and tumbled down beside me, our
wings knotting together. "There is no use fighting. I always
get my way. It will be no different with you."
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She snarled at me and tugged her wing until it pulled free
of mine. "You're the same as the others."
"Ah, yes, I am." My grip lessened until my fingers slid
down and twined with hers. Giving a soft squeeze, I said,
"Just stay with me this night. I see the marks of angels on
you. Did you know they touched you?"
Her eyes narrowed, revealing her ignorance. "You're mad.
As mad as Rory."
"No. I have no excuse for what I know. My sanity remains
intact no matter the atrocities I witness."
She glared at me before turning her gaze out onto the
river. In silence, I held her hand and waited. She could not
escape me without a fight. That she sat there so complacently
spurred my hope that she would stay longer at my side.
"I don't fit in this life, Charon," she said in a whisper,
breaking the silence. "No matter how I try, no matter how
much I fight to make a place for myself, to scratch out a
small piece of happiness, it's always stolen from me. You've
come to take it."
I nodded. "Yes. I suppose I have. That doesn't change the
fact that angels have put their mark upon you. More than
one. Six at least. Maybe more."
A tear rolled down her cheek and pattered onto her breast.
I studied the line it left behind and wished my finger could
take its place. Normally, I would do so without asking,
without regard for the body I touched or the soul within that
might be disgusted with my efforts, but not now. The place
where she had palmed my face still itched.
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"No angel touched me. No God has shown me favor. I live
in Hell every night, unable to find my way back to the light,
unable to really live, to be who and what I once was."
"Hell. You have no concept of what Hell truly is." I
chuckled. "You pity yourself. Silly, little vampire. So young
and naïve. Did you ever stop to consider that who and what
you are right now is exactly what you are meant to be? Fate
doesn't take chances. She has a plan when she meddles in
the lives of mortals."
Angela let out a long sigh before she nodded. "What now?
We sit and talk this night like old lovers, and next time we
meet, you kill me?"
"Maybe." I scooted across the crushed grass until our
shoulders touched. "I haven't decided yet."
She studied me with more interest now than before, her
eyes taking in all the tattoos over my skin. "Did they hurt?"
"Yes, but I got them a long time ago. Pain fades in time as
do emotions ... if you let them."
I pulled at her and urged her onto the cradle of my lap.
Forced to placate me, she crawled on and settled there with
discomfort. I curled my arms about her waist and breathed in
the sweet perfume of her soft hair. My erection cut into her
backside. I knew that she knew what I wanted, but neither of
us said anything about my lust.
"You're cold and hungry."
"Yes." She touched my forearm where an artist had
engraved ancient runes. For a brief moment, the wall she
kept around her mind fell away. I lifted my arm to her lips.
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"Drink. Fulfill your hunger on me this night. Next time, we
can hunt side by side."
"I don't hunt anymore. Not like you think of it."
It was a strange confession for one so young. The drive to
kill must be eating up her mind. I pushed my skin against her
lips. She resisted for a brief moment, then gave in, and bit
into my arm with her sharp teeth. My cock tingled and
thickened in need. If only we were naked. I wanted that,
needed to have her feeding from me while I took her. Maybe
with her, I could finish.
As she fed, I rocked us from side to side, while wishing to
be buried in her. She must have starved herself before this
night. Her body took in so much of my blood that I became
lightheaded. My mind floated between waking and dreams all
the while trying to push into hers. She relented a small
amount.
I saw her childhood. Memories of a filthy apartment and
the same building I'd searched for her in upon arriving at the
city. I saw her mother floating in a pool of bloodied water.
Then the image of Tom, younger, innocent, and less haunted
as he stared at a flickering television screen.
I laughed softly behind her. "You love him. How sweet."
The notion both sickened and intrigued me. I must admit to
my jealousy.
She pulled her mouth away, leaving the wounds to bleed
until they healed over. Her mind closed from me. She rolled
off, escaping my hold. I let her, weary as I now was from her
feeding. "No matter what happens between us, you must
promise never to harm him."
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I shrugged. "I have no quarrel with your broken excuse of
a man. I want you." I crawled toward her and took her hand
again. "Why not turn him? Make him like us."
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