'He is plague. He is pestilence.' - Bloodsongs/ ~ (Art) Art wanted to breathe, but that was just a secondary concern. Now, he wanted more of her and that was primary. A need so strong like a tempest pulled him in and he gave in. He had to give in, it was physically impossible to not give in. He did try to resist, but he couldn't. Not when she was looking at him like he had just kicked her. He couldn't see that look. That dejected look. He grabbed her by her hips. And her eyes were glimmering as she looked up. And he felt his heart expand and fill up with tenderness. He gave in. To her force, to her seduction, to her heat. It was hard not to. It would need him tens, millions of years to find that kind of resistance, and even then he wouldn't have found the will to resist. She was s quicksand, pulling him in with a force that was not necessarily bad. No, it was good, very good. 'But very wrong.' He knew. His conscience knew. But... he was so far gone to resist the pull of her. Res
'Worship, he, the dark. He, the disciple of the serpent of old, wields black magic - his grimy sword -against everything white.' - Bloodsongs.~(Art)The next morning, in a totally unusual way for him, Art woke up feeling languid, relaxed and happy.He was very happy for the first time in his life. His magic sparked alive, just like his mood as he whistled a tune under his breath. He pulled his blanket off and got down from his bed.The smile in his lips was big and stupid, but he didn't mind it. He could still taste Aurora's soft lips in his and the tingle was instantaneous. It was mortifying that she affected him so much, but he loved it, too.The dream was - wow, something else. For so long, when he slept and when he dreamed, it was only nightmares. Bad, heart wrenching scenes and death and evil. But today, okay, it was a little more than a dream. It was hot, sensual and x-rated, but whatever, he wasn't looking the gift-dream in the teeth.He remembered the dream with a smile. It
'His venom is made of vengeance and hatred. ' - Bloodsongs.~(Aurora)Aurora leaned against the cold metal locker, her heart burning in shame and regret as she watched as Art walked away.She felt like the most despicable person in the whole universe and there was just no stopping her guilt from eating at her. It was too cruel to wait here, wondering what he was doing with his girlfriend. She felt lower than dirt; she had always been someone who had been moral and straight, always, and now here she was, cheating on another girl. It was despicable and she had this urge to sit down and cry. But what good would it do?She had already depreciated herself, and in her stupidity, him. Art, she knew, wasn't the type of guy who would cheat and she knew how he would feel right now.She hated herself for doing that to him. This wasn't the way this was supposed to be. This wasn't supposed to be full of regret and fear and shame. What she had felt for Art was more than... this. So why then was
'His fire kills the kindness and flames the wicked in everyone.' - Bloodsongs.~(Aurora)Aurora's eyes widened. He didn't even give her a look as he continued. The guy was strange, but then again... he was calling himself an angel. So she didn't know what to do about it. "You cried one whole night and then you tore the paper into pieces. Oh, I almost wanted popcorn. It was such an amazing TV show for us, we enjoy it," Azakeal, the crazy stalker, looked like he was thinking about it. There was such a big smile on his face as he looked at Aurora. "Mr. Mortenson was not even handsome. He is so ordinary, and his nose- it was kinda too big on his face. I told Castiel I didn't know what you saw in him. Castiel agreed."Aurora's mouth fell to the floor. She gaped at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. How in the world did he know it? Not even her best friend Amanda knew about this."And then after few months, you have a crush on the new boy in your school. He is a year older than you and he
'The demon in him is made of maliciousness and hatred.' - Bloodsongs.~(Aurora)She mumbled a curse under her breath with irritation. Of course, she still couldn't believe he was an angel, but it wasn't too far-fetched. The shape-shifting creature, witches, and wizards... so now, nothing seemed too improbable for Aurora.The angel laughed, looking mirthful. He looked really young for an angel. "It is really like reality TV. You might as well TiVo it. Wait, can you TiVo it? No, do not tell me you can record it! Do not," She asked as she looked up at him with warning, and he shook his head, as his eyes twinkled in merriment as he looked at her back with those beautiful violet eyes. His eyes were like glowing fire orbs of violet. It was such a breathtaking color. "It is like reality TV, but sadly, can't TiVo it." He said with a sad look on his face. The guy was illegally handsome. Like an angel! Oh, well, he was an angel, alright. "I can watch it only when it is happening. Right at tha
'He is madness. He thrives in disorder.' - Bloodsongs. ~ (Azakeal) Azak walked with her through the crowded corridor. She kept throwing him glances, subtly, or what she thought as subtle. He could feel and see every look from her. He thought about the time, just few minutes ago, when he had touched her so gently, like she was not just a ward, but something more precious... and his heart twisted. He touched her like how a human man touched the woman he liked. She was not the woman he could like. He couldn't like anyone. 'What is wrong with me? I am an angel. I don't feel- attraction.' But he had seen humans and their world and how two people who were attracted to each other behaved and the moment his palm touched her soft skin, the moment his violet eyes stared into her breathtaking blue eyes hiding secrets of heaven and earth, he felt the small pull in his heart and he knew it was so wrong. Yet, it felt so damn right. He was scared of that feeling. He was frightened. He, who ha
He the serpent that slithers inside minds, when shadows ticked and night birds sang of blood and death. - Bloodsongs. ~ (Art) He looked at Aurora and she was frowning at him. Her lips were in a pout and he wanted to grab her and kiss her, but no... they were talking or more like fighting. Her eyes were spewing fire and if looks could kill..."I didn't mean-" he started and she stopped him with a wave of her hand. She looked like a queen as she did that. It was as if he was her servant or something. "I am sorry. I know this is all too much for us. Our life is already a mess and this is getting beyond complicated.""Aurora. I didn't mean - this is-" he didn't know how to get her to understand what he was going to say to her. Words felt harder to say... and he was scared of making it more Messier than it already was. "It is fine, Art. I am sure it is all for the best. Let's not think about it. Let's concentrate on the nightmares, the shape shifting evil man, for now. Okay?" She said
He is made of the darkest of the nights. ~~ (Art) Art looked at her and his heart thundered. She was beautiful, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He could kiss anytime he wanted now, now he didn't have a girlfriend anymore. He broke up and he was single and he could kiss any girl he wanted. I want to kiss this girl. But... He didn't think Julie would be so understanding, but she was. The hurt was still there, the anger, was too, but when he explained to her about how he felt about Aurora, about how he couldn't stay away... she scoffed at him and then sighed. She told him they would have been better off as friends, anyways, but she told him that she wouldn't be his friend, anymore. "I understand, Art. There's something there, in your eyes, something that was never there when you looked at me. We are compatible, good friends and I know you care for me, but then... Aurora and you...." Julie had said. "I am still angry, still angry, though." "I am sorry, I didn't want it to