Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all: ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust.
– Marquis De Sade
Scared. It’s too dark. There’s so much pain. Still I don’t know who I am. The men are gone now. I look around seeing blood everywhere. It’s blue. My blood is blue. I can see half of my wing stained in front of me. The pain is still unbearable. I haven’t stopped crying. The tears just keep coming. My body shakes from the chill through the room. I know they would be back soon. I know they aren’t finished.
I hear whispers inside of my head. I don’t know what they are, but I just want them to stop! I can’t think. I wish it would just end. No, this woman wanted to torture me. She wants me to suffer. I feel my wings. My right one hurts so badly. I try and flap them but I’m not strong enough.
I hear commotion outside the room. They must be coming back. The door opens and the girl comes back in. She gets into view and I can see her. Her face looks so cold. A smile appears on her face. All I want to do is scream. I don’t. I wait patiently.
“Sunset is coming angel, it is time to meet your doom,” she says. She seems so happy about it.
The men appear back with swords as they grab me. I feel as my other wing is in their hands now. I can’t control it anymore as I scream out. My screams are so powerful and echoing that even the girl covers her ears.
The girl looks around for something and a smile appears on her face. She steps closer through the screams and holds a roll of duct tape. I know that it isn’t going to be much longer now. She still is looking around for something but can’t seem to find it. Her hands trail up her legs beneath her black dress and pull something down. I can’t make out what it is as I feel a sword penetrate my wing.
I scream out even louder as something is shoved in my mouth. I gag and try and cough but the duct tape is next. I look up to her who is now smiling. She has me silenced now. I begin to gag as I realize what she put in my mouth. She slaps me. The pain is incredible for just a slap. Her slaps are almost as painful as the sword on my wings.
I can feel, as my wing is weak. It is damaged but not sliced off yet. I can still feel the cold metal against my feathers. It is being raised up. Here comes the final swing. A tear falls down my face and drips onto the girl’s hands.
She screams and backs up as her hand steams. I frantically look at her trying to see what happened. What can my tears do? She lets go of her hand and I see that the entire hand is burnt red.
“Slice that wing off that bitch now!” I hear her scream. More tears fall as I realize that this is it.
I feel my wing pulled even tighter. I silently start praying. If I’m an angel my prayers ought to be heard. My eyes close and my jaw tightens. I await certain death. I’m not afraid anymore.
I hear commotion and things being thrown around. I’m too scared to open my eyes. I hear the girl scream and I open them. I’m exhausted and just want to pass out or have it all be over with. I’m tired of hurting.
I see a man fighting the girl and the two men. He seems to be a good fighter as he knocks them to the ground. He comes up to me and tries to release my chains. I stare at him. His medium red hair is a mess and his face is rough. He hasn’t shaved in a while. He looked hungry and tired. Still, he was ruggedly handsome. I smile as I look at him.
He strangely looks at me when I smile at him. His jaw is so strong and his shoulders so big. I just want to wrap my arms around this strong stranger. I want him to carry me off into the sunset. I want to be swept off my feet.
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What happens when an angel that is set forth on destroying all of the vampires of the world comes across a vampire whom is trying to do good, a vampire that doesn't kill. It doesn't seem possible, and yet, she feels the truth from him. Can she gathe...