All Chapters of Claimed By Azaziel : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Vynessa stumbled away from the kitchen counter, her heart pounding as she stared at the glass mug that laid in a broken mess on the floor beside her feet. "Great. Just great!" she mumbled to herself, irritated, as she slowly slid down to the kitchen floor and sat alone in her dimly lit apartment, the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders. "I can't even make a simple coffee" She whispered again as she sat. She didn't even bother to pick up the glasses. She could not summon the strength. She didn't have it in her. Not today, not for a long time. The darkness outside mirrored the darkness within her as she stared blankly at the kitchen walls, her once bright eyes now clouded with despair.She was so tired. So fucking tired. The only sound in the room was the soft hum of the refrigerator, a stark reminder of the emptiness that consumed her, ate at her from within. Even turning her head to the side was a Herculean task. The bad thoughts we're coming again and she n

Vynessa jolted up from her bed with a start. Her eyes darted around her room skeptically, looking, searching. For what? She could not tell. Her mind razed and churned, as she cold already feel a light headache forming. How was she in her bed? Where was Azaziel? It was morning, there was no shadow, or darkness or thunder striking or a dark, imposing creature with glowing red eyes. She didn't know how she felt about that. Everything looked normal, just like she remembered it. "What a fucking weird dream" she mumbled. "A dream?" The dark voice came from right behind her. "Oh God, fucking hell! Fuck!! Jesus!!" Vynessa could not put a lid on her mouth as she cursed colorfully. "Language, young lady" Azaziel said as he materialized in front of her. "You curse like a sailor, Vynessa" "You're here..." She said wiping her hand over her face. "...It wasn't a dream" She said more to herself than to the demon in front of her looking just as hot and equally brooding as the night before.

Vynessa walked into her house after the date-not-date she had with Azaziel, she noticed he had not spoken for a while, turned around and Azaziel was no where to be found, even the Rolls-Royse was gone. She panicked for a minute, searching everywhere, including the sky like she would find him floating just above her chimney. Then it dawned on her, he had not spent the night at her place the night he came to her either. He just materialized there in the morning. Where did he go when he wasn't with her? Did he have someone else he had cut a deal with? Was it a lady? Was she pretty? Did she smile really brightly the way he always said he liked?Vynessa groaned and went straight into the bathroom to wash off the stress of the day. She knew that the rabbit hole she was digging for herself now will hurt her later, bury her alive, but she could not stop the low self-esteem from gnawing at her. What was she doing? What did she expect from a demon? To stay with her forever? In her home? Li

Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Vynessa stood in silence for a minute and then two before something else he had said stood out and clicked. "Issue?" Was all she could manage to say. Azaziel blinked. Twice."Thats what you're worried about? Not everything else that I've said but the fact that it is an issue that you're my anchor?""It is an issue?""You know that's not what I mean, Vynessa. But then, would anyone imagine their anchor being a human, instead of one their kind? Doubtful."When she didn't respond, he stepped closer to her, but still kept space between them. "You saw what I can do. That's the simplest of parlor trucks for me. And you're just so human and breakable and forgive me if I don't want to throw you headfirst into my world with all its scares and fears".She had seen what he was capable of. She also knew she was painfully human. But despite knowing all that about him, Vynessa didn’t fear him. Not li