Darque Wants (70 page)

She was so terrified, she had stopped breathing.

Chapter Two

Her heart pounded against her rib cage, her lungs hanging, deflated and limp in her chest. She thought she would faint from the fatigue and from the heartbreak, until finally as she emerged from the line of trees, she saw him there, standing in the ash, making his way towards her.

Without thinking about it, she broke into a run, her body slamming into his as she wrapped her arms around him. Tears poured out of her eyes as she buried her face into his armor, not even caring that he had been covered with violet and blue blood. She reveled in the sensation of his arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her in his embrace. It was the first time she had felt safe all day.

He rested his chin on her head. “We have to go back.” he muttered. “I need to assess the damage.”

Adelaide gulped, but nodded her head nevertheless. He wrapped his hand around hers and led her back into the forest. In the wake of the great battle, the vampires had completely vacated the forest. Their shadow had begun to dissipate, revealing an almost-clear night sky. The moon cast a bright, silver light on the armor that covered the dead bodies. “This is awful.” Adelaide murmured. She moved her hair out of her face with her free hand, tilting her head up in the hopes of opening up her neck for the fresh air that alluded her.

She was just so, impossibly hot. “I think we lost.” She muttered.

Daman scoffed, swinging her hand back and forth. “Oh really? And what makes you think that?” he joked.

Adelaide couldn’t help but to laugh with him. “All right. All right.” She replied.

He looked down at her, “Are you okay?” he asked.

She averted her gaze, giving a hasty nod. “Yes, I’m fine.” She replied. “Just a little hot.” She muttered, hoping he wouldn’t get too alarmed.

He stopped the both of them and turned to face her. “You’re more than a little hot, Addie.” He uttered in a worried voice. “Look at you! You’re red.” He replied

Adelaide rolled her eyes. “I’m going to be just fine. Let’s keep going.” She replied, turning back in the direction that they had come in, but he refused to let her go.

“No.” he replied, stopping her with his hand. “You aren’t okay. You’re flushed. You’ve been expending all of your Energy throughout the entire battle and haven’t been able to let any of it escape.”

Adelaide shrugged. “Please, don’t make an issue of this right now. You have bigger problems than me right now.” She replied, gesturing all around her.

Daman shook his head. “You are my biggest problem.” He replied.

“And I’m fine.” She pressed.

He glowered at her. “I can’t believe we are actually fighting after we almost lost each other.” He replied.

Adelaide sighed. “You’re right.” She murmured, resting her head on his shoulder. “We shouldn’t be doing this now.” She replied.

He jumped back, peering into her eyes. “But you are burning up. This isn’t healthy for you.”

Adelaide scoffed. “Daman, just please don’t make an issue out of this right now.” She replied.

“If you don’t get that off right now, you’ll have burns on your skin.” He was beyond worried.

Adelaide blinked twice, took a step back and glanced around her. “Right here? Really?” she demanded.

Daman rolled his eyes and grabbed her wrist, dragging her behind the trunk of one of the few large trees that was still standing. There he turned her around and began the long, tedious process of unbuttoning her suit. She could not deny that the draft of cold air on her back was not only a relief, but also a little arousing.

Daman moved at super human speed to get her suit unbuttoned, but when he had finished, he paused. “Oh look. You’re already burned.” He whispered as he traced his finger down the sliver of exposed skin between her wings.

She gulped, pressing her palms into the bark of the tree in front of her. “Oh no.” she joked. “I’m hideous.”

“Shhh…” he whispered, planting a ghostly kiss on the side of her neck. “You could never be hideous.”

Goosebumps rose on Adelaide’s skin as he peeled the suit off of her. She was naked, but did not feel the least bit exposed as she stepped out of the clothing.

His sigh slithered through the air and seeped into her ears. “To think I almost lost this body forever.”

Adelaide’s mouth hung slightly open as she felt a tingling in between her legs. Just as he kissed her again, setting his hands on either side of her hips, she realized that the two of them had not made love in over a week, not since before she was kidnapped. It was the longest the both of them had gone without making love to each other. But, just as Adelaide began to think on her wild fantasies of making love with him under the exposure of the moonlight, she stopped herself, whispering, “Not here.”

But when Daman turned her around, she could see that the hunger in his eyes matched her own. The night was silent and calm. They were both tired of fighting, of walking, of watching death. They just wanted each other. “I will have no time for you when we get back.” Daman whispered.

Adelaide felt a pang in the pit of her stomach. The words were harsh, but true. She leaned into him, resting her forehead on his as she thought about what would be waiting for them when they got back. A shock shot up her spine as he slid his hands down to her butt, his fingers clutching at her flesh. She thought about the piles and piles of armor, owned by dead demons that would have lined the aisles that separated tent from tent.

She unhooked the lock that kept his chain mail in place and slipped it right off, letting her mind take a break and her heart make all of the decisions. What she wanted the most was to be with him; right then and there, and there was nothing common norms of decency could do to stop her. So she continued to undress him until he was just as naked as she was. Then, they held each other, her arms wrapped around his neck while his arm encased her waist, thinking of nothing but the way that their bodies felt pressed against one another.

Daman’s manhood pressed into Adelaide’s novel. She reveled in the sensation of the hard, throbbing organ digging into her skin. He slipped a hand up to her face, moaning as he tilted her head up to face his and kissed her. They drank each other in, sucking on each other’s lips, thrusting their tongues into one another’s mouths, becoming more and more in sync as they grinded against each other.

Adelaide’s nipples grew harder and harder as they continued to kiss, her hand wrapping itself around his member and stroking it. Daman sighed at this, tilting his head ever so slightly back in ecstasy so that the moon cast a sliver of silver light on the side of his face, then began to kiss Adelaide on her cheek, then her chin, then her neck. She sucked in a quick breath as he lifted the skin, sucking and sucking on it until she found herself nearly melting into him.

Energy sizzled just under her skin, but in the light of the recent burns, it caused her to feel a tingling sensation all of her body. Remorse darkened the moment as Adelaide realized that she didn’t have it in her to spread her wings or use her strength in any way. It was the first time she had felt just like a human in a long time.

Daman took her nipple into his mouth tickling the tip of it with his tongue. Adelaide moaned, the sound of her ecstasy floating away in the night air as he continued to suck on her breasts, his free hand pressing in between her legs. She wanted, nay, needed him inside of her. “Take me.” She breathed.

He turned her around, pressed her against the tree that they had hid behind. But, there was something lacking in his touch. It seemed Daman had lost a lot of his strength as well. Adelaide bit her lips as he snaked his arm around her waist and cupped her breast with his free hand, effortlessly penetrating her. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped at the sensation of his penis in side of her. It was almost rejuvenating in and of itself: the act of Daman repeatedly thrusting himself into her. The pressure in between her legs began to mount as he made love to her, slowly and gently, because slow and gentle was all the two of them were capable of. She felt his touch almost as personally as if it were her own and reveled in it. Every touch of his made her feel closer and closer to him until they were practically the same person. Her worries drifted away, becoming just as wispy as the moonlight that bathed the two of them.

The silence of the wood, bore down on them, penetrated only periodically by the sound of their moans and grunts. Adelaide could feel her body declaring its love for Daman. He commanded every part of her, inside and out. He touched every part of her, inside and out. As he plunged deeper and deeper into her body, driving her up the orgasmic ladder, she felt more bound to him than ever. She found herself thanking the gods and the heavens and the masters of fate and whoever else could have been responsible for her survival and for his, because this moment…. She lived for this moment.

Just as that thought crossed her mind, she climaxed. With a gasp she pressed her palms even harder into the wood of the tree, as Daman rammed himself into her with a new speed and vigor as he orgasmed himself. She felt the warm stream of his seed leaking into her at a perfect timing: just as she was coming down from her own orgasm. He gently slipped himself out of her and turned her around to kiss her.

Adelaide smiled. It was the first time she had had sex outside of the confines of four walls, and she loved it.

Chapter Three

As soon as they got back to camp, Daman walked Adelaide to their tent and then left her there, mumbling something about wanting to speak to the general about important matters. Adelaide was a little disappointed, provided the fact that she had wanted to spend a little bit more time with Daman, but the words that had passed between the two of them in the forest still held true. From now on, there wasn’t going to be a lot of time for them to spend together doing nothing. As much as it bothered Adelaide to be left alone, she understood the importance.

Once she had bathed herself and found something lose and comfortable to wear, she slipped in between the covers of the bed she shared with Daman. However, after thirty minutes of lying there, trying not listen to the sound of bullets being reloaded, guns being shot, heads being chopped off and creatures dying, she couldn’t clear her head for long enough to fall asleep. In fact, every time she closed her eyes, she saw the image of Daman’s limp body falling through the air. It drove her insane and made it impossible for her to relax.

It wasn’t long before she gave up and decided to take a walk.

Outside, the night was calm and clear. Beyond the stench of burnt forestry that still hung in the air, Adelaide wondered at how the battle that had just happened just a mile away from where she was had hardly left a mark. Under the cover of the night, it was hard to distinguish the silence of calm slumber from the silence of death, and, often times, she wondered if there was even a real difference between the two.

After trudging down the aisle of officer’s tents that made up the center of the camp, she came up across a slightly larger structure. Although she had been with the demons for almost two years, she didn’t know any of the officers personally and preferred to keep her distance. So, when she came up across this slightly larger tent with the flag projecting out of the top of it, Adelaide had no idea whose it was and she should be hearing Daman’s voice projecting out of it. She thought about forging ahead anyway; going along with her walk and ignoring this whole thing, she even thought of knocking on the wooden post in front of the front flap and asking the two of them if she could join, but not wanting to intrude on what was probably an important conversation, and definitely not wanting to continue on her aimless, boring walk through the silent camp, Adelaide settled for a third, much more mischievous option. She stepped around to the side of the tent and made herself comfortable so that she might indulge in some good old fashioned eaves dropping.

Although their voices were a little muddled coming through the cloth, Adelaide could easily make each of them out. Daman sounded stressed and a little tired… “…Are you sure housing him in our midst is a good idea?” he asked in a worried voice.

Adelaide raised an eyebrow at this. Who could they be “housing,”?

The other man scoffed at this. “It could only possibly be dangerous if you are planning on letting him go…. Are you planning on letting him go?” he asked in a condescending voice.

There was a pause during which Adelaide was sure Daman must have been rolling his eyes or enacting some other, equivalent gesture of disdain. “Of course. Of course. But you always run the risk of the possibility that the vampires planned for him to get caught.”

The man dismissed Daman’s worries. “I highly doubt the vampires would have been so clever as to assume that we would catch a fallen angel. They knew that we had no idea they even had one…. Obviously.”

Adelaide’s hand flew to her mouth so that she might prevent herself from gasping. They were talking about the angel that had attacked her.

The other man sighed. “I suppose you are right about that. I just find it odd to have a foreigner with us.” He replied.

Adelaide felt the heat rise to the surface of her skin at the sound of the word, ‘foreigner,’ slipping out of that demon’s mouth. Was that what he thought of her?

But Daman replied with, “He has a name. It’s Samson.” He had defended her kind as fiercely as he would if she were standing right next to him.

Adelaide could feel herself falling a little bit more in love with him all over again. But her smile faded as she thought harder about this Samson, angel. She gulped as that image of him, zooming through the air, his gold skin matching hers, came to mind. She could not believe that a true angel could find himself fighting for the vampires, a race that had raped, killing and sucked angels dry for centuries. In spying for them, he was essentially, aiding in a genocide of all the angels. It made her blood boil just to think that there existed in that vast world a creature as despicable as him.

“I do admit, you have peaked my curiosity. Where is he being kept?” Daman asked.

The man replied with, “Just in the first tent on the right at the very edge of the camp.”

Adelaide stepped away from the tent. She could tell from the shuffling of bodies and the clanking of dishes that they were reaching the end of the conversation and she didn’t want to be found standing just outside of the tent. In fact, she didn’t want Daman to find her outside at all, for then she would be stuck trying to explain herself and listening to his pleas that she be more careful. So she set off in a brisk walk, a small, but very influential part of her mind, driving her towards the edge of the camp where Samson was being kept.

She had no idea what she would do when she got there, or, if she went in, what she could even say to him, but she knew she needed to at least see him again. He had tried to kill her and the pang of that betrayal dug deep inside of her soul, begging for retribution, whatever form that may have come in.

However, as soon as Adelaide reached even within three tents from the one where he was being housed, sounds of his screaming leaked out into the night. She slowed her steps, her skin crawling at the gut-wrenching sound and approached with caution. As she got closer, she detected a pattern in the sounds: there was talking in hushed tones, then a pause, then the sound of the sharp blades of scissors cutting through what sounded like flesh… and feathers, and then, of course, the scream.

Samson’s scream was a guttural one, full of pain, but also of defiance and disdain.

As Adelaide reached a point where she was as close as she could safely get, she was then able to hear the words that were coming out of the torturer’s mouth. He spewed questions that had to do with what the vampires did to get their weapons, how they were trained, where the nearest camp was, how they fed, etc. But Samson wouldn’t budge, so they continued to clip his wings and he continued to scream. Adelaide found herself transfixed by the whole thing, drawn to the scene like a moth to a flame. She felt phantom pains in her feathers, and goosebumps sprouting on her skin as she listened to this angel lose his wings, one unanswered question at a time. Adelaide realized that this very same thing would have happened to her when she was captured by the vampires, had Constantine not fallen for her. That thought scared her so much, that she stopped listening, and she stopped caring about giving Samson a piece of her mind.

Instead, she strolled back home to her own tent, where Daman had already settled into bed. She took off her boots and slipped in between the sheets, wrapping her arms around his sleeping body.

Thinking of absolutely nothing at all, she slowly fell asleep.

Chapter Four

The next morning, Adelaide awoke to Daman sitting at her dressing table, staring at himself in the mirror. “That’s odd.” She mumbled to herself as she turned over.

He looked up at her. “What?” he asked.

Adelaide sat up, running her hands through her hair as she giggled at him. “I didn’t even realize you heard me.” She replied.

He shrugged. “Well, you did say it out loud. What’s odd?” he asked.

Adelaide rested her back against the headboard. “You’re sitting there just staring at yourself.” She explained.

Daman glanced back at the mirror before looking at her again, as if what she had just said was news to him and he hadn’t even realized that he was staring at himself. “Oh? Well that’s not what I was doing.”

Adelaide folded her hands over her outstretched legs in front of her and replied with, “What were you doing?”

He stood up and made his way to his chest on the other side of the room. Adelaide eyed his naked body as he bent over, his manhood dangling in between his legs, and sifted through the chest for something to wear. “Thinking.” He replied, as he set a pair of dark jeans and a black sweater on the bed.

“What’s wrong?” Adelaide asked, furrowing her brow.

Daman raised an eyebrow. “I just said I was thinking, I didn’t say anything was wrong.”

Adelaide pursed her lips. She was tiring of his constant habit of deflecting her questions and inquiries. “All right. No you didn’t. I just know that something is wrong when I wake up to you sitting silently in front of a mirror.”

Daman shook his head. “We took a heavy hit with that battle. Our division can’t sustain any more fighting. We don’t know what we’re going to do….”

Adelaide nodded slowly. It seemed as soon as he had opened up the floodgates to everything on his mind, it had all come tumbling out of his mouth. “That all sounds very upsetting.” She replied as she watched him finish getting dressed.

As soon as he had donned all of his clothes, he sat on the edge of the bed, lacing his boots up. Adelaide slid over so that she was closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She could tell from the stiffness of his muscles that he had barely felt her, but simply remained rigid and upright, completely ignoring her.

She set her jaw, but kept her head resting on the back of his shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll figure it all out eventually.” She replied.

He finished lacing his boots and stood up, wriggling out of her grip. “I don’t know if that’s true.” He replied as he took one more look in the mirror.

As Adelaide watched him, she kept expecting him to kiss her, but he never did, instead, packing a small bag and stepping out of the tent. Once alone, she slumped back into the bed, wondering what had gotten into him all of the sudden. In less than a week, he had become worse than he was before she was kidnapped. Adelaide often found herself feeling more like a doormat than the angel lover. After lying there in bed, biting her nails and staring up at the pointed ceiling, she threw the duvet off of her and got out of bed. A full night’s sleep had returned all of her strength and it was almost painful to sit in one place with all of that Energy coursing through her veins.

She paced back and forth around the bed, thinking about what she could possibly do to pass her time and energy. She thought about flying, but then decided against it. The skies were overcast that morning, and, what’s more, she had a distinct feeling that she wouldn’t be her safest flying over no man’s land. Besides, what if they needed her to go on some sort of assignment? No. She needed to stay in camp. But a moment’s more of thinking told her that there had to be slews of demons wounded. The army had doctors more than equipped for this kind of thing, but Adelaide assumed that there could be nothing wrong with using what energy she had to help ease the burden. Besides, there were no other choices.

So, after throwing on a tank top and a long, multi-layered skirt, she stepped outside. The air hung thick and heavy, making Adelaide feel more like she was swimming than walking, as she rounded her tent and made her way to the medical quarters on the west corner of the camp. She could detect a little bit of activity, as there were a few straggling soldiers wandering around in the camp… but only a few. The atmosphere held the anxiety of a working day, but the eerie silence of a rest day.

As she neared the medical quarters, she could hear the chaos of doctors and nurses scrambling to save people along with the screams and grunts of demons in pain. Adelaide reached the first of three large nursing tents and hesitated in front of it. The flap was populated with straggling soldiers pacing back and forth, their worried faces telling Adelaide that they feared for their friends. After sucking in a deep breath and arranging her facial features into the hardest face that she could manage, she stepped inside of the tent.

What she saw before her nearly made her eyes bleed. The air was filled with a dark violet mist. Rows and rows of bed were filled with demons who had severe wounds, or illnesses caused by the wounds. Oil lamps dotted the fog, penetrating the purple air with their orange glow.

Adelaide squinted her eyes, darting in and out of nurse’s ways as they struggled to stretch themselves beyond their limits. It took her a couple of minutes to find her bearings, but before too long, she spotted Doctor Berit sitting in a wooden chair at the foot of the bed of a soldier that had wounded his foot in battle. Although he was not the only doctor servicing the demons, he was the nicest. Adelaide reminisced fondly at the time when Daman had received a gash to his neck in the beginning of the war. Berit had acted fast, possibly saving his life, and, all the while, making Adelaide feel included as well. The fact that he was human fostered in Adelaide a kind of admiration she had previously reserved for angels and other creatures directly at risk of the vampire apocalypse.

“What’s wrong with him?” she asked when she was within ear shot.

He looked up from her, taking his glasses off of his face so that he could wipe the mist on his dark shirt. “Oh. It’s nothing, just a foot that has been infected. He stepped into a knife yesterday and was unable to clean the wound in time. I have to cut it off.” He explained.