~ Andrea ~
Humming, I changed my clothes and footwear into a much proper one.
As opposed to earlier, I felt pretty much confident now. Mr. DaisVita and his Casanova ways weren’t my problem anymore. Well, by heart, I still believed he’d endlessly pour words of delight to inflate my lungs and he’d try to get all touchy with me, but unlike last night, I am now prepared. The location I had in mind for our meeting would be the proper place for a civil talk. It was at my auntie’s ranch. I figured what could go wrong in a place full of horses and manure, right?
After changing, I walked out of my bedroom and onto the outside porch. I leaned against the metal railing and waited. From this angle, I could see the whole of the front gate, the main garden, the driveway, and the parking lot. It was a beautiful view altogether. I actually enjoyed my time just observing the place.
Fifteen minutes after, I saw the BMW l
~ Andrea ~ It has been years since I had my last horse ride with Trinitus, so it was no wonder why I was partly having a difficult time now. Grabbing the pommel of the saddle, I poised in an awkward position. My left foot was neatly placed in the stirrup, ready, but for some reason, I couldn't freaking lift myself up to get to the seat. I remembered being able to effortlessly flung myself onto the horse, but I was younger then. Right now, I seriously have gained a bit of weight—and curves—to be unable to get this simple action right. Enrique, posing as a gentleman as usual, helped me up by putting both of his hands on my waist and lifted me to the seat. I immediately shot a glare towards Eriol’s way who stood in front of the two horses holding the reins. My glare meant, 'don’t do anything stupid,' and by stupid meant,'don’t hurt the man with your supernatural abilities!' He only responded with a cold grin; his lip
Media, Ancient Northwestern Iran House of Raguel ~ Sarah ~ Tick tock. Tick tock. It was already nine in the evening. Damp was my pillow owing to the stream of tears I released since I shut myself inside my room this afternoon. My eyes swelled like a tomato. My throat felt so dry. My chest weighed like it was being loaded with heavy stone boulders. Every strike of the clock hand inched me forward towards my goal: death. Yes, I had decided to kill myself. People in my neighborhood had already called me many names: murderer, witch, disease, a whore. I am branded with their unending glares and reproaches. They had called me cursed. They had told me that my soul was already damned in Hell. Why you ask? Well, because I lost seven husbands. Before the consummation of our marriage, before they can even touch me, they all suddenly die and I don’t
~ Andrea ~ “Andrea!” Enrique called out again and judging from his voice, I was sure he was just near the willow tree. I could also make out two horses whinnying; no doubt he had the reins of his mustang tied near my Trinitus. I panicked and my mind immediately reacted by processing a boat-load of questions. What if he would see me and Eriol doing this...this lewd thing?! How would he react? What would he say? More importantly, what would he say to my auntie? I hastily stopped our kiss and pushed Eriol away, but he was quick to deflect my attempt. He covered my mouth with his free hand and went to lick my already sweating neck. Oh, gosh. Does he really have to do that?It was an unhygienic thing to do and the sweat would taste unpleasant too; definitely not what I want him to sample from me, but he kept on going and going like he wasn’t bothered by it. I then felt him slide
Media, Ancient Northwestern IranHouse of RaguelPOV:Aeshma (A flashback of the past)I noted Sarah's reaction when she saw my black wings. I bet she wondered why I had this shade when in fact Guardian Angels do have white wings.Well, I used to have one. My wings were beautifully glorious. They had a radiant whiteness unlike any other. Even Raphael and Michael used to tease me a lot about it. They said that I am a favorite of our Boss; that He gave me a special treatment with regards to my angel wings.So why do I have these black appendages now? I know you had wondered too.It all started when I took the life of Sarah's first husband, when I happily dismembered the old schizophrenic fool with my own bare hands. I had to. Sarah was very afraid of him. She was cowering at the edge of the bed in the night of their marriage cons
~ Aeshma ~ I don’t know if angels and humans can procreate, but right now, the only thing in my mind was to shower Sarah with infinite passion. I continued to feast on her two quaking breasts like I am a hungry, sex-deprived man. I can definitely compare myself to the men I had killed in the past. I understand their neurotic desire now for her, for I do believe I am the same. I had joined her in bed many times, just contended with embracing her until I fall asleep, but this would be the first time I am joining her in this blessed area for love-making purposes. I am really surprised how she was so accepting of me; like she had been waiting for this to happen since my revelation. She was so compliant with my touch, so sensitive to my kisses, so open and wanting to everything I am doing. Probably because I am a supernatural being that was why she acted like this... or probably, she also desires this moment like me, too. But whatever the reason,
~ Andrea ~ Aunt Marcella had given me all the details about my trip and the feeding program during our dinner. As usual, Eriol acted like an obedient lapdog—whoops—I mean, a butler, waiting for whatever his master orders him to do. We haven’t talked since he arrived at sundown together with auntie. I would have wanted to confirm if he truly sent Enrique at the hospital and not in some faraway island, but he seemed to act like a jerk the moment I saw him in the kitchen: all moody and exhausting a do-not-mess-with-me aura, so I didn’t dare start a conversation with him. I wondered why, though. There must be something that went wrong. But oh well, at least he had the commonsense to kick his doppelgänger out of the picture at last and present his true self in front of us. The entire time Aunt Marcella explained the details, I could feel Eriol’s endless stare on me. I controlled the urge to give him
POV: EriolIt was amusing to note that Andrea thinks she can get away from me. Well, she will just have to try harder because I will not let a single chance for her to be out of my sight. I had waited for her for centuries and then worked as a butler in this house for two years to be exact just so that I can find her. I can't let her just slip away now.There's no sanctum for her anywhere but only in my arms. That was the only reality that I should inculcate in her mind.Yes. I am disappointed when I found out about the trip tomorrow. When I returned in my employer's side, the memories of my doppelganger told me that she and her friends were talking about some sort of program for the natives and Marcella was jovial enough to share that Andrea loves to volunteer in such activities. I was standing at Marcella's back when she called Andrea about it and imagine my disappointment when she accepted the invitation.Damn. S
POV: AndreaHeart! Heart! Please! Please be calm! Please be calm!I had to continuously chant these words in my head the moment I became silent. I know I just coldly broke my conversation with Eriol, but what am I to do? Him teasing me became a natural phenomenon. Even his blatant lustful desire for me I can say was within the usual basket. But him expressing his emotions?! I may have a heart attack with his words.So, in order to avoid that, I decided to stay silent for the remainder of our drive. Luckily, he understood my silent plea. I am still new with these kinds of emotions. I don't know how to react when one confesses.I am not even sure if I consider Eriol's words as a confession... But still... it made my heart leap.Well, anyway, I only have one real relationship experience and it was with my childhood sweetheart, and other than that, zero. Nada. Absent. Nil. So I hope my quiet reaction wa
POV: Andrea (Minutes earlier...)My chest was very heavy when I opened my eyes. It felt like I had been a victim of a stampede with my chest being stomped over and over again. It felt raw and utterly sore. But despite this, slowly, I straightened myself to sit.Not having any idea where I was, I purposefully scanned the area to find any familiar landmarks. But, I could see none. Actually, I couldn't see anything at all except for the white clouds that surrounded me.What? Am I actually in heaven?"No, you are just in the realm where it is neither Heaven or Hell. Not in between, not beyond, " a voice from behind me suddenly spoke.I quickly stood up and turned around to find a very - hmmm...what can I say - a very pretty man wearing Greek men's clothing and standing a few feet away. The fabric's borders were adorned with gold and metallic blue embroidery. He had golden bands on his w
POV: EriolWe didn't smile or frown. We just stared at each other speechless.She slowly approached me, Raphael giving her the freedom, and I really thought I would be embraced then but she suddenly slapped me. Palm to my right cheek. Hard. I was surprised."That's for leaving me without a word, " she stated with bitterness.And then she slapped me again in the opposite side."And that's for erasing my memories!"I touched the sore spot of my cheeks and grinned at her remark. I surely deserve this kind of treatment so I accept it with arms wide open. It seemed that she had finally remembered her memories from the past to the present. On what specific part of those, that I don't know, but I wanted to. Yes, I really wanted to. However, I didn't dare read her mind again. That's a privacy I had learned to adjust even if it was hard for me."You bastard!
POV: AndreaAlthough I strongly held myself, after I read the letter, a drop of tear slowly escaped my eye. I immediately wiped it dry with my bare hands, but the driver of the limousine broke his silence and told me that a tissue paper can be located below my seat. I gave him a thank you nod and went to pull the tissue out of the hidden cabinet."You shouldn't be crying Ms. Andrea. It is your big day today, " he advised with a worried look shown in the front mirror's reflection.I smiled meekly at him and said, "Yeah, I should probably stop these emotional thoughts now. I wouldn't want to look like a crying drag queen when we arrive at the church."I pulled two more sheets of tissue and lightly dabbed it in my left eye. A light retouch would be what I would surely need when I get there."Oh, I tell you Ms. Andrea, you are no drag queen, " the driver spoke again with a jolly voice.
POV: AndreaI had my white cocktail dress on. It had a sweetheart neckline with a flowy skirt that reached on the knees. A red ribbon was tied elegantly around my waist for additional sophistication and as what my mom said, a tradition, and in order to distinguish me from all the other ladies in the room. I am the bride-to-be of course, so it was my night.Together with me as I stepped inside the second-floor function room were my mother and my step-dad. Auntie Marcella arrived earlier in order to make sure that the preparations were going according to her 'top-of-the-line' plan.When we examined the place, it was really of that magnitude. Rows and rows of white rose bouquets were seen in the entrance and corridor going to the specific bridal party room. Then, inside the room itself, there were numerous white vases full of white roses and Dancing Lady orchids. White balloons covered the whole ceiling except the huge
POV: AndreaNearly two weeks had passed, yet I still have the same dream over and over again. No changes whatsoever. Just the same faceless angel saying a goodbye to me and flying away from the porch outside my room. It had caused me weary mornings everyday and it had my heart beating like it was being pulled out of my chest.I really wanted to know what my dream meant and why do I keep on dreaming it. It was strange for me because I am not a fan of angels at all. Vampires, yes, but angels? No, not at all. So, it had me debating why on earth am I having a dream like this?The only thing that kept me sane though was seeing Lorde's impressive blue sapphire engagement ring on my finger. It had encouraged me to shove the thoughts of sadness in my subconscious plane and start the day with a smile.Lorde and I had been spending time together almost everyday since he was discharged from the hospital; going to shopping dist
POV: AndreaEven without smiling the man had an angelic face. Short was his hair, with blonde streaks overlapping the overall gray ones. He had a well-toned body and looked quite tall, probably an inch taller than Lorde.I had to ask myself who was this man that had kept a steady eye on me the moment I entered the room? He doesn't seem to be Lorde's attending physician because he wasn't wearing the signature white coat, but then again, doctors do sometimes check on their patients without one on.Auntie Marcella immediately hugged me when I approached the bed. I embraced her back of course in order to make her feel that I appreciated her words in the email."Andrea, why haven't you replied my texts?" That's her immediate question when we withdrew.I know I looked sheepish in her eyes when I answered, "I'm sorry Auntie. I left my phone in the mansion."I don't even kn
POV:EriolIt actually felt wonderful to be free from the chains of my rotten heart, to be wallowed with my darkness, to be my own demon. All that enveloped me was concentrated lust. It's as if all the lust in the world, all the multiples of me have gathered, have nurtured, have sewn were all poured inside me. I felt as if my body overheated. And it felt so good...After putting Andrea in her knees, I commanded her to do one that had my c0ck aching so much - a fucking blowjob. You might be wondering, but no, I haven't had at least one job in my entire existence, both as a Fallen Angel and as a Prince of Lust.I believe if the demons in Hell would find out about this fact, they would snicker and make fun of me, but like I fucking care.It was already expected that I would experience extreme pleasures in both the demon and human realm, but no, I had purposefully made myself chaste in a way for th
POV:AndreaNormally, women undergoing a marriage proposal are either on the verge of crying or smiling from ear to ear because of joy.But me? Neither.I am in the state of ambivalence right now.In my younger years being with Lorde, I had daydreamed him proposing to me a couple of times. In the Gemstone River, in a fancy dinner date, while riding our horses on top of a hill, in the terrace under the biggest blue moon of the year, and even here, in this very spot I am sitting now - the classic gazebo.His words were the exact replica of what I wanted to hear when he proposes to me - or at least some of it excluding him mentioning having dreams about the bus accident and me dying. And yes, the way Lorde positioned himself presently, on bended knee and holding a highly-priced ring, was exactly what I had envisioned.His proposal was exactly what I wanted, except of course,
POV: AndreaNow, for the record, the place where Lorde bit me was in the exact spot where Eriol gave me a hickey yesterday. Because of this, I realized that jealousy already bubbled inside him."Lorde!" I cried, pushing his chest away at the same time. It was partly an instinct for a woman to do so, and partly because I was surprised of course.He captured my hands and roughly immobilized it against the shelf. Figurines after figurines of animals made of crystal toppled over and broke into pieces on our feet.I felt his tongue swirled against the skin of my neck, coordinating with his teeth to make a sucking motion. It was just a localized area, but the damn sensation flooded all over my body like food coloring in plain water.I wouldn't call it delicious because it felt like pins penetrating my flesh, but it was enough to tickle me and my insides. I felt my flaming desire resurface back again, but