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Angels & Devils

Seattle has been invaded by covens of Rogue Vampires - vampires who hunt and prey upon other vampires. Bella and the Cullen siblings are in Seattle for a rare night out on the town. They are attacked by Rogues, and Alice Cullen is lost in the ambush. The family fears the worse, believing that Alice is dead. Alice awakens with no memory of who she is, where she is or how she came to be there. She also has no clue that's she's fallen into the hands of an old enemy to her kind. A half-vampire who once waged a 50-year long war of vengeance against all vampires. A enemy so vicious that the Volturi had dubbed him with the name, "Lucifer", and who was long since believed to be dead himself.

This is my first Twilight Fanfic. It is currently posted in part to the FanFiction.Net site under the same pen name, and has 52 chapters up. There is still a few hundred more pages that are written and waiting to go. I decided to post this to a few fanfic sites to see what feedback I can get from the experts. This story has some violence, language, and minor adult situations (not too descriptive or vulgar - I tried to keep in mind how SM handled such things in writing.) so I guess this would need a "R" rating. Thanks.

15. Chapter 15 - In the Arms of an Angel

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Chapter Fifteen: In the arms of an Angel

”You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there.”

The water had just reached the perfect temperature, when I stepped into my shower stall to wash away the night’s accumulated tang of stale beer and smoke from the club. I indulged in neither of those vices, but no matter how nice the venue, at the end of the shows I always seem to smell as if I did.

The consequential hazards of being a professional musician who makes a living playing nightclubs I suppose.

Normally because of my slightly better-than-human heightened senses, I was always looking forward to cleaning the barroom reek from me after every gig, but unfortunately the soap and water was also taking away the scent of Angel that still also clung to me.

Even over the offending other scents, I could plainly pick out hers still adhering to me.

The night had turned out to be something I never expected. Nothing disastrous had befallen us despite the reservations I originally had about taking Angel out in public, and slow dancing with her had been like a dream… a dream I hadn’t realized was possible until I tripped and fell into it.

I could still almost feel the exquisite pressure of her slim body pressed up against mine even now.

The way she would gaze up into my eyes was almost too overwhelming to bear, and she hadn’t once used her vampire glamour on me. Not that it would have worked if she had, as I already mentioned.

Everything she sent my way was honestly her and her alone. The look she gave me all night was surpassed only by the way she gently tilted her head up to mine each time she kissed me. I would have thought that nothing could have topped that first kiss we shared, but each following one was better than the one before it.

I hadn’t even cared who around us was watching. For all that it mattered, we were totally alone on the dance floor.

No one else existed in the world but us for most of the night it seemed.

Even the ride home was like something for a movie. We didn’t really even talk much during the trip. We simply held hands, her cool one in my only slightly warmer one, and occasionally exchanged glances and knowing smiles. Neither of us felt the need for words, and it seemed perfectly right and natural.

I can’t remember when the last time was that I had such a night?

Once we arrived back home, it seemed I still didn’t want to be parted from her, or she from me. Even for the short time it would take to clean up and change. However, the overwhelming smell of cheap beer on both of us won out, and we both headed for separate bathrooms after one last kiss.

I was so lost in reliving those few wonderful hours with Angel in the nightclub that I failed to notice anything else around me until the door to the shower stall slowly swung opened.

Stuck in my recent memories, my reactions were beyond simply slow; they were practically nonexistent. I turned as I reluctantly came out of my pleasant daydream, to find Angel standing there in the stall doorway, even more beautiful in her pale nakedness.

I should have been appalled by my lack of awareness, and with letting someone get the drop on me like that. I should have been even more disturbed by my lack of defensive reaction. I should have been stunned finding her there in her unclothed condition.

Instead, I was just simply amazed.

“Is there room for one more?” she asked almost shyly.

I was still totally speechless at the sight of her, so answering was out of the question. Angel took my silence as permission and joined me in the small stall, closing the door behind her as she did.

The running water quickly soaked and tamed her short spiky hair, setting her locks tightly to her skull as she stepped under the spray with me, and making the elfin features of her face more prominent.

Angel moved closer to me, her hands came to rest lightly on my chest. She glanced up at me one last time to see if I was going to protest her being there.

There was little to no chance of that happening at the moment.

I’m glad she didn’t speak further; I wouldn’t have known what to say in reply at that instant anyway. And I was positive if I did attempt to speak, what would come out of my mouth wouldn’t be intelligent in any sense of the word.

Instead, she saved me from making a bigger fool of myself by sliding her arms up around my neck, and then pulled herself up to kiss me once again.

My own arms somehow found their way around her slim, and now slippery, waist… and I pressed her tightly to me. I wanted the kiss to go on forever, as I had never tasted anything so sweet as her lips, or felt anything so wonderful in my arms.

Her tongue eventually found its way into my mouth, and I responded in kind to start an enjoyable fencing match with her. She gasped a few moments later as her common sense prevailed, and pulled back slightly when she felt I was pressing too deep, fearing that I might cut myself on her dangerous teeth.

I’m not ashamed to say I took unfair advantage of her concern. I cradled her head in my arm and deliberately probed even deeper, forcing her to open her mouth wider to keep her teeth away. I pressed my attack and overwhelmed her, leaving her lightly moaning but still game to keep going.

The shower concept was soon all but forgotten in our new exploration, and before I knew it I had picked her up and pinned her against the tiled shower walls. I was stronger than a normal human male, and her slightly heavier vampire weight meant nothing to me at the moment. I should have been more careful least she noticed I was stronger than I should have been, but at the moment caution was the very last thing on my mind.

Luckily for me, her mind was elsewhere at the moment also.

She responded to my pinning her by throwing her legs around my waist, and locking them there. I felt a tiny smile grace my lips because I knew she could crush me in an instant if she wanted to, but her legs held me firmly, trapping me just as decisively as I had trapped her against the shower wall.

Her small hands were twisted up in my long wet hair as she kissed me with rising fever, and I couldn’t have cared less is she were ripping out great handfuls of it at the moment.

Her lithe body molded to mine, and we were more than poised and positioned to take things to the next level

A few seconds later, she briefly broke our fevered kiss and pressed her cheek to mine.

“Take me!” she hissed desperately into my ear.

As soon as she made the heated demand my fangs started to slide into place. In a sudden panic, I clamped my mouth tightly shut, and buried my face in the hollow of her shoulder and neck in response.

That was probably a mistake on my part, because even wet, her skin smelled so sweet and inviting. My fangs locked, and I ached to open my mouth and plunge them into her marble flesh.

“Take me now,” she repeated, her arms sliding down my soaked back to press herself tighter to me in her desire.

And I wanted to without a doubt. I wanted very badly to take her in every way, and not just in the carnal sense either. It had been a long time since I had any sort of this type of female company, but I had never before ever wanted to bite somebody, like I wanted to bite Angel at the moment.

On the logical side, it was a ridiculous trepidation. I doubted that my teeth could pierce her granite-like skin. It was just the driving desire to do it that filled me with a sick dread.

Angel writhed so sumptuously against me, her neck stretching out invitingly against my cheek. My mouth opened involuntarily and I burned against all common sense to bury my fangs there.

To taste her, because I knew her essence would be so much better than even her scent promised.

I shivered as the tips of my canine teeth lightly brushed her ivory skin of her throat.

“Please,” Angel murmured, unaware of what was happening. “Make love to me,” she asked.

But there was something in her open need that said she had nothing but total trust in me.

And I hadn’t been totally honest with her about what I was… and look where it had gotten me, look at what I was about to do to her.

Look what appalling thing I wanted so badly to do to her!

I clenched my jaws together again, even tighter than before. My eyes I squeezed shut even tighter still, as if not being able to see her might help. I also stopped breathing for the moment, because if I kept inhaling her scent, I was sure I would snap and tip over that abyss, and into doing something savage.

So there we were. A little pressure from either of us and we would have been joined in the most intimate of ways for humans and vampires both.

And if that happened, I was positive I was going to give in to my longing to bite her.

I couldn’t bring myself to let it happen, knowing what I was keeping from her… and especially knowing what else I desired to do to her.

If we were to ever make love, she would have to know everything about me first, to hear everything I was holding back and hiding from her, to know what I couldn’t help but want to do to her.

There could be no other way for this to be right, because she trusted me.

It should be no other way!

That cold realization made my lust for her cool just enough for me to get my fangs back under control.

As a result of my unexpected inner struggle, I had paused too long at that very critical moment, and I’m sure the sudden tension in my body plainly gave me away to her.

Angel suddenly froze in my arms, and when I could finally look back up at her without revealing a mouthful of long teeth, her head slowly lowered until her forehead was resting on my chin.

“You don’t want me,” she finally said, misunderstanding giving her voice a deep tone of despondency.

The hurt in her voice was like a knife, cutting through my flesh and stabbing into my slow-beating heart.

“Its not that,” I countered as quickly as I could, while she unwrapped her legs from around me and I set her back on the floor again, though I still kept a hold of her waist so she couldn’t turn away from me.

I didn’t want her to think I was rejecting her, never that!

“Then why not?” she wanted to know. She still wouldn’t look at me, and her voice I could barely hear above the spray and fall of the water.

“Because…” was all I could get out for a moment. I did reach up then to touch the side of her cheek, urgently hoping to find the words that escaped me with a gesture and touch instead.

She looked up at me then.

“Is it because I’m a vampire? And you’re afraid of me still?”

“No!” I blinked widely and protested. “Its not that. That doesn’t matter to me anymore. I don’t see a vampire, I only see you! Oh god, Angel, I want to! Believe me, I want to very badly!”

“If we make love, I’m sure I can be gentle with you, I promise,” she added. It was then that I realized she thought maybe I was afraid she’d accidentally hurt me with her greater strength if passion made her careless. I’m not vampire indestructible, but I can still take a beating fairly well from one if I had too, my past has numerous episodes of that as proof.

As long as Angel didn’t purposely try and rip any limbs off, I was reasonably sure I could handle any love making with her… and any bruise or broken bone would be a small price to pay for being with her.

I could handle anything she or a physical relationship with her could throw at me… except for the part with me wanting to bite her that is.

And the lies I had to tell her.

“Its not that either,” I told her. “The thought you could hurt me never even crossed my mind. I know you’d never purposely harm me.”

She shook her head, still not comprehending the trouble I was having in the slightest.

“Well… I want to be with you like that, so please tell me why.”

“It’s,” I said, “Its more because I’m feeling it wouldn’t be right until you knew who you were.” That actually was a good part of the reason I was hesitating as I said. The other more concerning parts being I was feeling guilty for not coming clean with her about who I was, and that I wanted to bite her for some unknown reason… but I wasn’t going to admit those little details to her at the moment.

I was pretty sure that the one was going to piss her off, and the other would freak her out. Two things you don’t want to do when you’re explaining to a woman – vampire or human, why you’re wavering about getting intimate with her.

“I feel like I’d be taking advantage of you if we made love right now. I’d want you to be sure of who you are… and sure it was that you, the real you… that wanted to be with me. And I want to be sure you know the real me before we go that far.”

“I think at this point I’m sure I want to be with you,” she said with a weak smile.

“I’m sure you are. But for me… I guess underneath it all,” I added. “It would all seem fake to me otherwise. I’d always being wondering would you have wanted me if you were well? And I find that I really don’t want it to be that way with you. I don’t think… I could take it if it all turned out not to be real. Does that make any sense to you?”

“No,” she said at first almost miserably, but then shook her head a moment later. “Yeah, I guess it does in some weird way.”

“Yeah, weird enough that you can be certain I’ll be kicking myself later for blowing the chance,” I said. “I hope that makes you feel a little better.”

That comment did made her smile a bit, which is what I was trying for, and I’m sure she was having a mental picture of me actually kicking myself for screwing my big chance up, but she didn’t say anything more for the moment.

“Just so you know that… you’ve become important enough to me that I want everything to be right between us before we go to that next step.” I unconsciously stressed the word ‘everything’ to include what I was holding back from her in the deal. But of course if she caught it, it meant little to her at the time.

She did smile up at me after that.

“Well… since you put it that way. You might get another chance sometime,” she told me. “Maybe, if I’m feeling generous to a dimwitted male with some seriously weird ethical issues.”

I returned the smile, grateful to be off that hook, glad that I had not given in to the urge to sink my teeth into Angel’s neck, and cursing myself for being so stupid not to bed her, all at the exact same time.

Hey, I am a guy after all… just a dumb one with rotten luck and pesky morals sometimes… and a whole lot of bad timing in my personal life.

I lifted both her hands to my lips and kissed them.

“That’s all I can hope for,” I replied. “When you’re better and you’re sure you still want me… and the time is right for us.”

“When the time is right,” she agreed, and then gave me one of her heart stopping smiles.

Then she pulled my hands toward her and returned the kiss, before wrapping her arms around me and laying her head on my chest.

“Thank you,” she suddenly said.

“For what?” I asked in bewilderment. “Being a prude and a kill joy?” I added in slight jest.

“No,” she replied. “For thinking of me first and not your own… desires.”

“Oh?” I answered dumbly. “You’re welcome, I guess.”

She snorted at my obviously lack of conviction in what I just said, thinking it was part of me attempting to be amusing again

“Stop it!” she said lightly, with a slight slap on my lower back. “You know you’re a good man.”

Now, I felt really dishonest about what I was holding back from her.

She cocked her head up a moment later, and regarded me for a few seconds.

“So, seeing you got me all riled up, can you give a girl a break and at least do one little thing for me tonight?”

“What’s that?” I asked, wondering if I dodged a bullet to walk into a cannon shell instead.

She grinned sharply and firmly gripped both my hands in hers, as if I might run away, then smiled like a schoolgirl in the next instant.

“Nothing bad,” she said as if reading my mind. “I liked being in your arms tonight, it felt good… and safe. And I was wondering if you’d stay with me tonight… in the same bed.”

I blinked and felt panic start to build again, wondering where this was going. I had thought we had just worked this all out?

“I want you to hold me, silly!” she said when it became obvious I wasn’t quite getting the picture. “Men just don’t get that cuddling can be as nice as sex. Sometimes better.”

“Oh!” I muttered in surprise. No, us men most times don’t get that, especially about the cuddling being better than sex part.

Like most women, Angel was more complicated and thought on many levels compared to the one or two myself and most men thought on.

And the idea of me… cuddling with a vampire? Certainly not an everyday occurrence, and a far cry from normal in my life up till this date. This was taking the phrase ‘sleeping with the enemy’ to a whole new level entirely. But with this particular vampire… yeah, I could go for that idea very much at this point.

And not have to suffer any guilt as a result, as long as I didn’t end up biting.

That would be hard to explain to her at this juncture.

“Yes,” I answered. “I think I would like that. I would like that very much.” I had meant that to come out in a suave and smooth tone, instead it came out as if I could barely breathe… in little more than a whisper actually.

Angel didn’t seem to notice or care. She smiled back at me once more, and I found that I would walk through the fires of Hades itself for that smile. My vampire girl actually looked content with the compromised.

Oh yeah… I was going to be kicking myself for a long time to come.

We continued with the shower after that, and thankfully I had a high-capacity water heater in the basement. We helped each other probably a little more than actually was necessary. Exploring as we wished, and stealing little kisses here and there that didn’t go too far.

It was still a good night, even with the little setbacks… and the self-kicking.

We settled on spending the night together in my bedroom because it had the larger bed. Neither one of us bothered with putting on clothing after the shower, as we were both more than comfortable with each other by that point.

And well, Angel au naturel was something to behold.

We talked for a while; Angel curled up next to me while her cool finger idly traced scars on my body. My half-vampire metabolism wasn’t a free ticket to eternal physical perfection like hers was; some wounds were deep enough to never heal as spotlessly as a full vampire’s would.

Luckily most of them were from various weapons or traps that had been set for me over the years. More than a few however were obviously bite wounds if you were to examine them close enough. The more venom injected into my flesh during a bite, I had discovered the hard way, the more likely it was to leave a disfigurement in the end.

Unlike Angel’s marble beauty, my body was a marred roadmap of scars, acquired over nearly half a century of battling her kind. I felt slightly obscene lying next to her for more than just appearance reasons. Every time she asked a curious question about a mark she’d found, I told her a lie… and they came much to easily to my lips to suit me.

With every falsehood I told her, I felt the hole I was in getting deeper and deeper.

I passed off most of the disfigurements as injuries from rock climbing or motor-cross accidents, and was glad when Angel didn’t seem to question my answers too deeply. In fact, I was even more thankful when she didn’t question some of them at all. Selfishly, I hadn’t wanted anything to ruin the magic that was left of this night. Honesty and reality would have to wait for another time… and hopefully that moment would be a long way away.

Angel was probably as overwhelmed with the sudden new direction our relationship had taken as I was at the moment, and it just hadn’t occurred to her to inquire about my answers much further for the moment with all that was on her mind.

When she grew tired and could no longer keep her eyes open, she rolled over and wiggled backward, until her back pressed up against my chest, and then drew my arms tightly around her slim body like a blanket.

“You smell good,” she murmured as she settled into my arms.

I knew that most humans would have found her body hard as stone and disturbingly cold. With me being neither fully human or vampire, I found Angel’s body to merely be cool, and no more firm than say a well-muscled bodybuilder’s body would be.

And she did have one of the sexiest backs I’ve ever seen or curled up with.

Remember! I’m still a guy and only half-dead. I still have my personal preferences about certain parts of the female form just as any other male would.

I’m at least that much normal… thankfully.

Soon Angel had stopped even her simulated breathing and I already knew from prior experience that she wouldn’t remain motionless for the rest of the night like a Hollywood movie vamp.

I was a little surprised to find during the night, just how aware Angel was of my presence in the bed with her.

Instead of the little minor adjustments she made when she fell asleep on the couch with me, whenever I rolled over or adjusted my position in bed, Angel followed me just as any human woman might. Always working herself back to snuggle herself next to me again no matter how far away I traveled from her.

Even though she had no heartbeat or cadence of breath to tune in on, I was very aware of her also. It was the most peaceful night of sleep I could remember having since I had last been with my beloved Stephanie.

In the morning, I would no doubt trouble myself with thoughts about if this was a wise idea or not.

Tonight, I found I didn’t much care.

Tonight I slept in the arms of an angel.