Destiny

I gazed in disgust upon the decaying building, the faint glow of the street lamps casting their muted yellow light over the filthy brick walls. Apprehensively I glanced about the decomposing surroundings, all of the buildings seemed to match. With their worn exteriors, many missing glass in their window panes.

Worry embedded itself deep inside my gut as I hesitantly made my way up the cement walk. Each forward step carrying me closer to the rotting wooden stairs, and closer to the grating tinny sounds of Smoke on the Water. That vibrated the brick of this detestable building. Music, that echoed quietly through the urine and burnt rubber smelling air. One final glance upwards gave me a closer look at the filthy windows of the dimly lit upstairs, I wondered to myself if possibly the owner lived up there. I certainly couldn’t or more aptly wouldn’t, especially as a series of sirens blasted from somewhere in the distance, police giving chase to some criminal.

The worn wooden boards groaned in protest beneath my weight leaving me concerned that at any moment they may give in and send me crashing to the floor below. Not that I had to worry of injury or death, still something about this place left me feeling worried. Especially as I glanced out of the corner of my eye at the empty parking lot.

Was I unwittingly setting myself up for failure, did I truly intend to invest my monies into this white elephant? I didn’t know. The closer to the door I came, the more I couldn’t seem to quiet my mind. Nor could I discern my reasoning for even having come to this desolate part of the city. Irritably I reached for the door and gave it a push, the loud strains of the pulsating music slamming against my ears and intermixing with the sounds of men and women attempting to talk through their drunken haze.

I hadn’t thought it possible, but the inside was worse for wear, the scent of mold, stale cigarette smoke and spilt alcohol intermixing into a nauseating combination. How could these obviously loyal patrons stand this place, I quietly wondered, glancing around in disdain for the uncouth owner. My vision falling upon the obese biker who at the moment stood in a corner lasciviously looking at a thick blond. I imagined whatever he had said to her made her cringe, as she dropped her vision to the ground. The brief musing quickly dispelled as she flirtatiously giggled and walked away.

“You Marcel?” his gravelly voice assaulted my ears as his rotten breath assaulted my nose. Inquisitively I looked upon the overweight man, his hair covered stomach hung from beneath the too small leather vest. Quickly I invaded his thoughts in an attempt to discern what I was contending with, a faint smile crossing my lips. It was as I suspected from his uneducated greeting, the man was as dimwitted as a cow and I suspected a cow would be more intelligent.

“Whad’da ya think of the place?” he questioned, his fat wet tongue sliding unconsciously from his mouth and hurriedly grabbing some unknown morsel from the thick course hair on his face. In disgust I looked at him, fighting the urge to run as quickly as I could from this trap.

I nearly gagged as the foul man inclined his face towards my own, the scent of rotting teeth and a serious lack of hygiene engulfing me. “To be honest man, I need to get the fuck outta this place and quick,” he mumbled trying to keep his voice low. “I got the pigs on my ass so if you want it I would be more than willing to give it to ya dirt cheap.” He finished, looking about uncomfortably.

Thoroughly disgusted I was just about to decline him, when a cool rush of air and the loud laughter of women drew my attention towards the door.

The sounds must have caught Jayden's attention as well, for when I looked towards him his attention was focused in the same direction. When did he arrive? I Silently wondered, privately wishing he had been here earlier, for I desired his opinion on the place.

If I had been capable of breathing it would have caught in my throat and my heart would have stopped as my vision fell upon the young blond. This was the reason I was here this dreadful night, as Arianne had promised so many years before. I would meet the one of my future. I was enthralled to say the least and made up my mind then and there that I would take the place. With a quiet whisper to the disgusting sod, he hurried away his heavy footfalls, thundering across the floor as he made his way towards the back to gather the paper work that would transfer ownership to me.

“This place is so seedy,” the brunette on the right whispered unsurely as she glanced about in nervousness at the surroundings.

“Who cares, I see plenty worth hanging around for,” the red head predatorily growled, her sharp gaze landing squarely upon my dear Jayden.

“I don’t see why you even bother getting dressed Meggie…” The object of my attention giggled, her voice seemingly shattering the moment it hit the air. Each crystalline piece shooting through me and ensnaring my soul.

My legs felt unusually heavy as I took a tentative step forward, humor twinkling in my eyes as Jayden did his best to lure the leggy red head. Although her intense gaze in his direction told me he did not need to use his charms against her, for the look of blatant sexual hunger was plainly visible on her face.

Our gazes met, my dark chocolate and her icy blue. The dim red light highlighting her porcelain skin, she smiled ever so faintly and I wondered if she too knew. Her heartbeat, its steady rhythm echoing through my own body. As I lost myself within her softness, her warmth. My personal angel, the thought was startling to even I yet I knew without a doubt this was the only in which could save me. The only that would keep the darkness at bay, my one and only love in this eternal life.

I was enchanted, her thoughts her beauty intoxicating my very being. As I forced my legs to obey my will and move forward. Suddenly the air changed in aroma, the pungent, nauseating odor fading into the nearly over powering scent of night blooming Jasmine. Arianne’s signature, in the depths of my mind I knew she was here. Her invisable hand pushing me forward. Destiny would take it’s course…

Fallen

Warnings: really none other than some romantic explanations.

Lightning streaked across the darkened sky, it was nearing sun rise and yet she knew it would not come. With trembling legs she pushed forward, why had she been sent on this mission, sent to rid this plane of the darkness it inhabited? Fat drops of water rained down upon her skin and clothes, yet she remained dry. The fog barely seeming to seperate as she made her way towards her destination.

Her vision resting upon the entry, sadness engulfed her heart, suddenly realizing why she had been chosen it was her destiny to guard this land for eternity and the only way possible was to fall…

The sweet and pungent scent of Jasmine engulfed his senses, captured his attention a slow wicked smile spreading over his face. So the creator had sent a female to do the bidding, his stomach churned with hunger a hunger that only the blood of an angel would satiate. It had been what cursed him and it had been that same sweet flavor that had led him to ravage the earth, search the planes for just such. Yes he grew excited, could not wait to bury his fangs into her soft neck, drain every last drop from her body, quell this aching need. How long had it been? at least 500 years since he’d last been drunk off the celestial blood.

Arianne swallowed down at the rising fear, the urge to run; even if she had she could never regain entrance to the heavens, doomed to wander aimlessly about the earth until its final destruction. Tears clustered on her lower lashes as she stepped through the heavy gate and slowly made her way towards the mouth of the cave.

She could feel him there, sensed his true desire and it pained her, the heavy scent of damp earth and fragrant oil encompassing her as she entered.

“Do not fear me dear, celestial one,” Armand hissed from the shadows of the cave, his body tensing with need as his vision fell upon her form. Surprise coursing through him as his desire turned from destruction to the ultimate need to possess her. Soft pale white hair fell about her shoulders, dewy pearly skin glowing within the darkness of the cave. Hungrily he sniffed at the air, her scent intoxicating him all the more.

Arianne cringed at the sound of his voice what she knew was soon to come, still she stepped forward, “I do not fear you nor do I fear the reason for my being here,” she whispered her voice echoing hollowly through the empty cavern.

It was time for her to become just what she was destined, her eyes adjusted to the darkness and her vision fell upon him. She sucked in a deep breath of surprise, long black hair fell about his bare shoulders, a stark contrast to the paleness of his skin. Cold greenish blue eyes peered lustfully and hungrily into her very being, yes she would fall and she would fall hard.

She glided effortlessly across the stone floor a lamb to the slaughter; towards him, his body reacting in ways it had never before to another. He longed to possess her, feel her coursing through his blood and tonight would not be enough. No this one he fully intended to keep for eternity, his bride she would become…

Stealthily he moved towards her, excitement shooting through him at the thought of what was to come, a gift in the event he released a portion of his hold. She cringed as his hand wrapped about her shaking shoulders, for reasons unbeknown to him he reached up and caressed her silken cheek.

The feel of her warm skin under his cold hand shooting fire throughout his body, aroused he gazed hungrily into her frightened eyes. There was no denying he wanted her and needed her with a force he’d never known before and it took all his strength to not toss her to the soft animal skins on the floor and take. “You need not fear me angel, I assure you it will not hurt for long,” he whispered gently, as soothingly as he possibly could.

She shuddered at the sound of his voice, the images he projected and the one piece that had eluded her until this moment had finally become clear. “I do not want this,” she whimpered but it was too late, the words lost against his mouth as his lips pressed down upon hers. Tears streamed over her cheeks as heat built within her abdomen, blinding need shot through her veins settling into a dull ache in parts she’d never given thought to before.

His hands skimmed over her arms, her breasts as his mouth explored hers, she could not withhold the moan that worked its way out. Suddenly she was lifted, his hands cupping her hips as he molded her body to his, a gasp of pain and pleasure echoing through the room as he buried that part of him within her, sank his fangs into her neck…
When she next came to she lay on soft animal skins her body aching and weak, rolling her head to the side she grimaced as she came face to face with him, shyness engulfing her as she remembered what had occured, felt the bareness of her stomach.
She fought back the sorrowful sob that welled within her, “what have I done?” she mournfully whispered hot tears streaming from her tightly closed eyes. Her words muffled as he covered her lips with his wrist.
“Drink,” he ordered, his voice echoing ethereally through both the cave and her body. “My angel you are mine forever…”
His words echoed hauntingly through the cavern, settled heavily against her heart as she did so. The thought of what now grew within her lurching her stomach. She hated Armand, loathed herself and more disturbing lost all respect for the creator and their decision, she was damned. Then and there she began to formulate her plan. One day she would be rid of him, one day she would be free and when that day came she would rule. Her eyes flew open as the taste of her blood and his intermixed upon her tongue, a prophecy from her would come…