.~†~.The Fallen Angels.~†~.(Part II of III)

I waited. I didn’t want to follow my love immediately, if just because he would think I was following orders. I wouldn’t want him to get such a foolish idea that I was allowing the excitement and the anticipation to go to my head, for I would never do such a thing. As I say, sometimes men need things spelt out clearly for them and thus it is my job, as a lady, to do that. I’ll even spell it out when I take his heart later this day and press a kiss to his head.1

I do love him.2

… But what we want would be useless when shared between two. Plus, he is beginning to get under my skin; he appears to have no sense of humour at all. 3

After waiting for what must have been only five minutes, I allowed my feet to carry me on the way. I followed his path, smiling to myself now because I knew, in my heart and in my gut, that our attempt had succeeded. I moved slowly and elegantly down the small but steep hill I had been standing on and then past the burning village and onto the other side. 4

There, I found my love standing over a beautiful woman. Her beauty, of course, did not compare to mine, for none could, but I can admit that she had the look of innocence about her that most associate with her kind. She had long blonde hair that fell past her shoulders, straight and untouched by dirt. Her pale skin was almost as white as the robes she wore, but they were almost blinding, even they remained untouched as she lay in the ashes of the dead. 5

Her pale blue eyes were wide full of tears, though because she now knew of her fate, or because of the deaths of so many to get her here, I know not… I care not. Her two palms were pressed flat against the floor behind her, mayhap to stall any damage to the items which my love and I went to all this trouble for.6

Her wings.7

Then there was my love himself:8

Nathaniel, my living, breathing, bronze skinned masterpiece… Such a waste to vanquish one of such exotic grandeur. I was instantaneously bewitched by him the moment his gaze fell upon mine. He has the most striking handsome face, that would melt even the most glacial of heart. His long silky hair, the colour of ebony, falls around and frames his square jaw and down his back so majestically ... how I love to run my fingers through his hair, feeling its velvet texture against the skin on my palms and my wrists. 9

And the biggest eyes, that I could stare into for hours on end without tiring ... as black as the feather of a raven, but with a touch of dark kindness, which has given him the incredible talent of fooling even the wisest being into wondering if he was of good nature or bad … and of course, ironically, he has the innocence of a choir boy kind of look, to his full lipped smile, that could curl in an instant into such, that would send the devil slinking back into his hole ... my eternal bad boy carved of athletic stealth. 10

Such a magnificent creature ... perfection ... apart from one detail ... the stumps on his back that bleed every night when the pale silver light of the moon touches his wounds.11

I moved closer and into view then, knowing already that my love had already sensed my arrival, but the girl hadn’t. I placed my hand on my loves back, deliberately, and winced mockingly, seemingly sympathetic as he flinched. 12

“Not long now, darling. Not long.” I murmured as I pressed my lips to his ear, dragging his eyes away from the child and to where they belong; on me. 13

“Would you like the honours, my love?” he replied and I smiled at him before deliberately taking my eyes away, looking down at the… angel… again. 14

“Undoubtedly. Step back.” I said, waving my hand dismissively… successfully hiding a flinch of my own when the skin on my back pulled and protested against the quick movement. Soon, I would have wings again… soon, there would be no stumps marring my perfection. 15

I didn’t carry any weapons with me, just one tool that would come in use later, and so I would have to make do with my nails, which could be as sharp as I wished them to be, of course. At first, I had decided that I would just choke the life out of her, simple and clean, and my hands would not be stained… but now… well, now I think I should do something about the… beauty. 16

My lip curled in disgust at that as I dragged the girl from the floor and pushed her harshly against a building that was still in flames. My baby, of course, licked me and caressed me, but never did me an ounce of harm. I can’t say the same for the girl though; already I could smell the beautiful golden hair singeing.17

What a shame. 18

Slowly now and ignoring her whimpers, I held her up with one hand by the throat and then dragged my nails down her cheek with the other. Instantly, blood pooled from the three wounds that ran from the corner of her left eye right down to her jaw. I repeated it for the other cheek too. I love symmetry after all. 19

When that was done, I pulled back, watching with fascination as the drops of blood slid down like tears and then I offered he a smile before I slapped her. Her head snapped to the side under the force of it and the wounds I had just created split open even more. As before, I repeated it for the other side.20

Really, it was wrong to enjoy this so much.21

I wanted her wings and I could barely stand to wait anymore, but to just kill her and take them would show Nathaniel how eager I was and that was not permitted. 22

Besides, there was still one more thing on this girl that I despised.23

Her eyes.24

I held her head against the wall securely and then carefully took two of my fingers to the top of her left eye. Ignoring her scream of pure fear and pain now, I managed to get my nail in, over her lid, but still lodged between the top of the eyeball itself and the bone of the eyebrow… perfect. 25

I put more strength behind my grasp and then, in one quick movement, a scooped out the eyebrow and tore it from her face… along with her eyelid. A high-pitched scream shattered windows that weren’t already broken, shook the trees and was, I am sure, heard for miles around. 26

Beautiful.27

Now that is what I call taste in music. 28

“Hurry, my love.” Nathaniel murmured from somewhere behind me, and I smirked. Now I didn’t have to take my time… and I could blame it on his impatience. I left the second eye there, if just to show any who looked upon her what once she was, and then I leant closer and crushed my lips to hers… hers which were already parted in now silent scream. 29

I flicked my tongue across the roof of her mouth, if just for the final ‘fuck you’ and then inhaled deeply, drawing out all of her innocence, her kindness, her goodness, her soul… her… and devouring it all. Unsurprisingly, it tasted bitter to me, but that mattered little indeed. 30

When there was nothing left of her, I let the body drop to the floor and my love took over, now it was time to get my wings.31

© Aimee Lee 200532

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