Here is this month’s Writing Challenge. This month the contest is to write a fic (One shot or it can be the beginning of a story, just indicate which) based on one of the following pics:
My Bella Swan, who is any of my Twilight and Crossovers.
Ian Somerhalder as Damon Salvatore or Niall
Colin O’donoghue as Killian Jones/Captain Hook in Once Upon a Time
Alexander Skarsgard as Eric Northman in True Blood or Caius Volturi in Twilight.
Jackson Rathbone, who is Jasper Whitlock in any of the crossovers and Twilight; and Riley in Tea Shoppe
Anna Paquin as Sookie
Karl Urban as Hades in ITE
Godric in any of my TB fics
Here is the catch. If you have another character you would write on, ask me to render it for you. For instance, Kelpie wanted Hook, she got a say on pic, and what the wings will look like. However, she owes me a story for the contest. But once a character has been added, you are free to enter under that character.
Rules:
Must use prompt(s).
Use characters in my stories. (Yes Jodie, Kol is in You’re and a couple one shots.)
No letting anyone knowing which story is yours.
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If explicit, you need to warn people in the title.
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He was incapacitated by three, their hands at his neck as they handled his woman. He’d watched as they’d pulled her up harshly, their hands curling into her hair, tugging hard. He had growled. That was his hair.
They’d laughed and she’d pleaded him to stop with her eyes—those gorgeous crimson eyes. His eyes.
Those gorgeous crimson eyes filled with rich terror were the last thing he saw before his world became black.
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It took time for his head to reattach itself to the rest of him. Bastards had thrown it about a hundred yards away to give them time.
He knew she wasn’t here the entire time he was out. Their bond cried out at the pain of his soul being ripped from him, taken away.
He would make them pay.
That was what he told himself as he rose.
But first—dinner.
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He moaned at the taste of the rich delicacy that was sliding thickly down his throat.
He had taken from two already, building his strength slowly.
He would need it.
He could feel the bond between his mate and himself, coiling tighter and tighter as the distance between them increased.
It would weaken the both of them. Something her captors were taking for granted, he was sure.
With a vengeful grin, he gave himself over to the demon.
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The strength he gained from handing himself over to it would never cease to amaze him.
The baser version was stronger. Humanity weakened their kind.
Jackson Rathbone, who is Jasper Whitlock in any of the crossovers and Twilight; and Riley in Tea Shoppe
He felt like a powerful and vengeful fallen angel with large, blackened wings. They darkened the angrier he became, the more time stretched since he’d last seen his mate—the darker his soul became, intent on revenge.
He could feel his mate.
She was in pain.
His eyes darkened.
A growl ripped through his chest and he pushed himself faster.
His mate was in pain.
Hell hath no fury like a vampire who’d been ripped from his mate.
He pitied her captives, truly.
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The beast grinned dangerously.
In the moonlight, he was frightening. The iridescent gleam that shone down on him highlighted the many scars etched on his skin.
Animals scurried away as they felt his presence.
It was right for them to do so.
They recognized what his mate had not when she had been human.
It oozed from the very pores of his scarred flesh.
Danger.
The scars he had gained from fighting, maiming and culling thousands of his kind.
He was closer now.
It was nearly time for them to meet their end.
The dark angel chuckled darkly.
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A tall building, he could see in the distance. Industrial. A warehouse.
He slowed.
The cool of the night’s breeze slowed as he did until it was as dead as he was.
Years of war had taught him stealth. His movements were silent as he continued on, leaping into the trees as he noticed men outside the building.
No heartbeat.
More vampires.
He searched for mars on their skin that would match his, but could not see them.
Inexperienced.
The beast nearly purred.
It would be an easy fight then.
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He surged forward, a base snarl bursting forth through his lips.
They certainly were inexperienced.
The first went down with heavy blows and twists, the back up easily taken seconds later.
He was methodical, deadly, lethal. He was in and out in five seconds, all six guards dead.
He headed inside the door, to be greeted by two more. He delighted in their fear and surprise for a short moment before unleashing such a fear and such a rage on them that they fell sharply to the ground.
He would deal with them later.
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He chuckled to himself as the guards he came across all fell like dominos.
They were such weaklings. It disgusted him that they had bested him, that they had taken his mate from him.
He sent a solemn vow to the Gods that he would not allow for such an overtaking again.
He would protect what was his from now on.
And any he deemed a threat would be ripped and burned.
He’d deal and then ask the questions later.
It had always been his favored method before… them.
He spat venom on the ground at the distasteful memory.
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He reached the barricaded door and kicked it open.
An angry growled ripped from his chest at the sight before him.
His mate unconscious, weakened from the distance between them and the lack of feeding.
He wondered briefly just how much time had passed.
He never was able to sense such things when he succumbed to his demon.
He approached slowly.
No one else was in the room, but he took a deep breath and growled so loud the ground beneath them shook and cracked.
Motherfucking Half-Pint and Mind-Raper.
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They glided into the room as if his thought had called them.
Of course, the glint in the Mind-raper’s eyes told him that perhaps it had.
He tasted their emotions.
A sick delight was coming from both of them, matched with the manic smiles that graced their faces.
It was funny. He’d used to think the girl an angel.
Utter bullshit.
He’d seen her true colors when his mate had showed up in town.
He spoke first. “You dare steal her from me?”
They shivered at the anger he radiated, the anger he fed them.
Half-pint opened her eyes and smiled that sweet smile of hers. “You cannot steal something that was never theirs to begin with.”
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He stared at her.
He wasn’t quite sure what to say in response.
He couldn’t quite believe she could utter something so stupid, and from the looks of things neither could the Golden Boy.
She hissed at him and the eternal teen pouted like the spoiled fuck he was.
That was the problem with him. He was always wanting what he couldn’t have—what wasn’t his.
His mate would be the last the child coveted.
His anger rose like a phoenix from fire, and it guided him as he sought his revenge.
The roar released shattered windows, shook the ground, and made cracks appear.
The last thing the two felt was his wrath.
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Purple smoke rose in the air, the putrid scent infiltrating everything.
He stared at his girl through the purple haze.
Even unconscious and weakened she was so beautiful.
He could smell her spilled venom with each inhalation and it angered him, so he stopped breathing.
He would take care of his mate now. His anger he would swallow for now.
She was his top priority.
Dealing with the guards below, he then picked her up and purred deep in his chest at the feel of her in his arms again.
It had been too long.
Never again.
He left the building as it slowly burned to the ground, his mate in his arms as she belonged.
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He was wary as he closed in on the closest neighboring town.
Impatiently, he waited for a stray to edge close enough to their hiding spot.
The bonfire not too far away would mean teenagers sneaking away, so he was sure of his positioning.
Ten minutes later, two did sneak away and he snapped their necks and bit one’s wrist, lowering it to his mate’s lips.
He squeezed the human’s wrist and blood dripped into his sweet’s mouth, and she moaned quiet and low, barely swallowing. A whimper escaped her and she tilted her chin for more.
He hushed her and fed it to her slowly until the blood ran dry.
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By then she was half-conscious and more able to handle herself for the next human. She latched on herself and sucked sluggishly, and he rubbed her throat to engage her reflexes a little further.
It worked, and when her first course was finished, her eyes opened.
He growled low to calm her as she looked around and her eyes settled on him as soon as she heard it. He took her in his arms, rubbing his skin against hers, purring at the electric current that flowed like water between them.
“Jasper.”
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Her voice cracked on the easy, two-syllable name, thick from disuse.
He growled in anger at her weakened state and she smiled.
She loved him like this.
Her arm was heavy as she reached up to touch him. “Calm,” she said as she filled him with it.
He took a deep breath. “They took you from me.”
“Yes.”
“They hurt you.”
“Yes.”
“I have you now.”
She smiled wider. “Yes, my darling, you do.”
“They are dead.”
“Good. I expected no less, Major.”
He growled at the mirth he sensed from her, but he was relieved inside. His Isabella—always making light of serious situations in order to calm him; just one thing he loved about her.
“What now?” he asked her. She was his guide, his compass in all adventures.
She purred. “Feed me and then claim me, my dark avenging angel.”
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“Oh… oh, Jasper…”
Delicious moans fell from her lips as he filled her and filled her.
“Yes, Isabella,” he hissed, “moan for me, darlin’, fuck me back.”
He roared as she did as she was told—such a good girl—and her hips undulated on his cock. She squeezed around him, and he thrust harder, his grip on her harder. They were wild animals, engrossed in their movements against one another as they resealed their bond.
They could feel the darkness of her abduction drifting away the closer they got to release.
It took minutes for them to reach it, and she was spun on his cock to gain access to one another’s skin.
Their teeth sunk into one another’s neck, venom releasing from their glands and seeping into their bodies, altering their scents even more.
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When they left, his protective albeit blackened wings—which grew lighter the more time he spent in his mate’s calming presence—wrapped around her like a glove as they would forever more.
He sure as fuck wasn’t letting her out of his grasp again.
I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Song I listened to for this chapter and inspired this story was “Cowboys and Angels” by Dustin Lynch
(Isabella becomes a fallen angel by saving a vampire from “slipping” and exposing the vampire race. She’s been cast out of Heaven and her once white wings are now black. She now has nowhere to go, but she finds herself with an agonizing pull. Following the pull she meets a blonde Cowboy who happens to be the brother to the vampire she saved. Can he help her find her cowboy and will her cowboy accept his Angel?)
(JPOV)
I was running through the forest hunting as was usual since I came to live with this coven. Alice lead us here under the pretense that I was her mate. She had already seen that I wouldn’t follow her unless she told me I was her mate. I couldn’t really hold it against her. This life is much better than what I had previously been living, but I did miss my brother. I hadn’t seen Peter in a while and I’ve missed him. Normally I wouldn’t let anyone keep me from my family which included Peter and his sister Charlotte, but the Cullen’s didn’t like them all too well because of their diet. They tolerated their visits and seemed friendly enough, but I think everyone could see through the façade.
As my thoughts drifted to my brother I took a deep breath to sigh, but caught the scent of fresh human blood. I couldn’t stop myself from being overcome by my bloodlust. About 5 miles out there was a school group on a camping field trip. There was about 30 of them. I’d have to track down the survivors so I didn’t expose myself, but I could do it. It wasn’t like I hadn’t done it before.
Just as I reached the outskirts of their campsite I saw the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She glowed in the morning light. She had the prettiest blue eyes I’d ever seen with long brown hair with red/blonde highlights in it. I noticed something come out of her back and spread out. It was wings! She was an Angel, literally. The wings were the most beautiful white that I had ever seen.
“Jasper, you can’t do this. If you attack this camp you’ll expose yourself, your family and then you’ll be put to death. Please don’t do this. You’re better than this.” The Angel begged and it looked like she had tears in her eyes. They were a silver color and shimmered in the light.
“How do did you know what I was going to do?” I asked her. I needed to know more information on this Angel and how she was able to pull me out of my bloodlust.
“I’m an Angel, Cowboy. I know a lot about the world. I had to sacrifice a lot to be able to come down here and help you. Please go home Cowboy. I’ll come see you again if I can. Please?” The Angel begged again. Her voice was sincere and she had sadness in her eyes. I didn’t want her to be sad. She should never look like that.
“Can I at least get your name?” I pleaded. I didn’t want this magnificent creature to leave without giving me her name. I needed to know it like I needed blood in my body to survive.
“Of course Jasper. My name is Isabella.” She said, but before she could say anymore a flash of pain crossed her face before being masked.
“What’s wrong Angel? What hurts?” I asked as I stepped closer to her. I wanted to make sure she was alright. She just saved my family and myself. I needed her to be alright.
“I have to go Cowboy. I’m sure you’ll see me again.” She sighed as she launched herself into the sky.
I sighed as I watched her disappear from my view. I would stick to what she said and head back towards home so I turned around and started running.
On my way back home I took down a grizzly and three does. I wouldn’t disappoint the Angel that I had met, but I couldn’t help worrying about her. She said she had sacrificed a lot. I don’t know what she meant by that, but I hope it wasn’t too bad. As I reach the backyard of the house I’m thrown into a tree across the lawn.
“What were you thinking Jasper?!? Killing all of those people?” Edward screamed as he crouched down.
“Wait Edward! Look at his eyes.” Alice yelled. She’d gotten a good look at my eyes as they were wide with Edward getting the drop on me. I must have been so lost in my thoughts about Isabella that I didn’t feel him there. That hasn’t happened to me since I was a newborn with Maria.
“How are your eyes still gold?” Rosalie asked.
“I didn’t kill those humans. Someone stopped me. If you don’t believe me I’ll show you the memories Edward.” And with that I opened my mind completely thinking of the beautiful Angel that had stopped me. I couldn’t help but to project my feelings of longing and fear. I truly feared for her safety at this point.
“He’s telling the truth. He saw an honest to God Angel. What did she mean she sacrificed a lot to help you?” Edward asked as he probed deeper to see if I left anything out.
“I don’t know Edward. She didn’t tell me anymore, but it seemed as if she was in pain right before she left. Did you catch that? Almost like she was being forcefully pulled back somewhere. Do you think she could have been being pulled back to Heaven?” I asked as I pondered what this could have meant.
“Maybe we should ask Carlisle when he gets home. He should be here in a little while. An hour at the most.” Alice said as she came out of a vision.
“What was the second part of that vision Alice? It didn’t make sense. It looked like the same Angel that Jasper saw, but her wings were black. Can you run through it again?” Edward asked and as she did I felt his emotions go from curiosity to dread. That wasn’t good.
“What is it Edward? What happened? Why are her wings black?” I asked becoming impatient and pacing. He knew I was the type of person that needed all of the information and quickly.
“I don’t know what happened, but Jasper she looked rundown and she had black wings this time. She’s also with two red eyed vampires. They looked like Peter and Charlotte.” He said as I paced some more.
Why would she be with Peter and Charlotte? How did she get with them? As these questions ran through my mind we heard a car pull up in the front of the house. We all raced to the front to see Carlisle get out of the car.
“Carlisle we need help.” I said, starting to panic.
“What is it Jasper? What has happened?” He asked quickly as he took in my pacing and frazzled state.
“Jasper ran into an Angel that stopped him from slipping and exposing us, but as they were talking some things came up that have us all intrigued and worried for the Angel.” Alice explained as we all walked into the house to sit in the living room. I was the only unmated person in the coven so the others sat with their mates while we tried to figure out what was going on.
“Now, tell me what is going on. Why don’t we start with you Jasper?” Carlisle said. He was looking me over and taking in my motions as I fidgeted on the couch. I wasn’t one to fidget.
“I was hunting when I came across the smell of human blood. Turns out it was a camping field trip of about 30 adults and children. I was completely gone in my bloodlust when Isabella popped out of nowhere with her wings spread blocking my view. She begged me to go back home and not kill the humans. She said I would expose myself and it would kill all of us. She saved all of our lives. While we talked she had a look of pain cross her face and then she abruptly said she had to leave. When I got home Edward attacked me thinking that Alice’s vision had come true until he saw my eyes. I explained everything and showed Edward my memories of the encounter and he noticed the look of pain as well. It was like she was being pulled back somewhere. Alice had another vision right before you came home that showed her looking rundown and she had black wings now instead of the white that I’d original seen her with. Do you know why that could be? Or why she would have been forced back to where she was from?” I asked at the end of recounting what had happened. Most of my family sat there stunned. I was the only one that had seen an Angel before and they couldn’t believe it. I felt their shock and awe through my gift.
“I have some experience with this and yes I know what would cause her to look the way she would in Alice’s second vision, but first let me explain the look of pain across her face and what she meant about sacrifice. You see, an Angel isn’t supposed to directly interfere in the lives of anyone on Earth. This is set in stone by God. An Angel will lose their holy wings and be cast out of Heaven for interfering and going against a direct edict. The look of pain was her being forcefully called back to Heaven. Most likely to answer for her disregard to the edict. Her sacrifice would be her holy life. One question though. Did she have any gold flecks in her wings at all?” He asked. When all I did was nod in the affirmative he continued his explanation.
“This means she was a sister to Gabriel. She’ll be punished even more for going against the edict. This also means she’s very old. She would have to have a very specific reason to come down to Earth to help you Jasper. Now, to explain Alice’s second vision. This was her being cast out of Heaven and becoming a Fallen Angel just like Lucifer. She’ll still be immortal, but she’ll walk the Earth and never be allowed back into Heaven. I’m sure she was given a chance to repent, but since Alice’s vision shows her here on Earth I’m sure she turned it down. She’ll be able to get hurt like we are and essentially she’ll be like us, but warm.” Carlisle explained while looking directly at me. I can’t believe I cost her all this. I didn’t know what to think, but she didn’t just sacrifice herself for me, but my whole coven. Out of the corner of my eye I see Edward nod and then bring Alice closer to him.
“Carlisle, she didn’t just sacrifice for Jasper, but for all of us. She said that our whole family would have been destroyed. What do you think her motivation would have been for coming down to Earth and risking everything?” Edward asked. I think we were all wanting to know.
Carlisle hesitated before answering. “Angels find mates just as vampires do and they will sacrifice anything for their mate just like we would.” He answered.
His answer however caused me to pause in my thinking. She’d risk anything for her mate. Did that mean I was her mate? How could an Angel want a monster like me? Just as I was about to voice my question my phone rang in my pocket. Looking at the caller id I noticed it was Peter.
“What do you want Peter? We’re in the middle of a family meeting.” I answered in a way of a greeting.
“Nice to talk to you too brother. You and your coven need to get down to Texas now. I have a very special creature here that has sacrificed a lot for you and your coven.” And with that he hung up.
It took my mind a minute to understand what was going on and what he said, but as soon as he did I abruptly stood up.
“I’m heading to Texas.” I said and raced upstairs to pack a bag.
“We’re all coming with you Jasper. This Angel sacrificed herself for all of us.” My “twin” sister Rosalie said as I heard her and her mate Emmett race off to their rooms. They were followed by every other couple going to their rooms to get things set up.
I was excited that I would see my Angel again, but would she even want me after everything she’d been through?
(Isabella’s POV after leaving Jasper)
I knew Father was going to be upset. I also knew I was going to lose my existence in Heaven and I would be cast out. What I did not expect was to be cast out far away from my mate. Gabriel was furious that I would do something to endanger my spot in Heaven, but I could not allow my mate to suffer nor could I allow his coven to as well.
So here I sit in a crater with my now black wings wrapped around me. My clothes are torn from my decent to Earth from the Heavens above. I have a very painful pull in my chest that I am assuming is from the mating bond. Angels find their mates similar to Vampires, but it’s stronger. I’ve smelled his scent, I’ve looked into his eyes, but I have yet to touch him. My mating hasn’t been complete and I know Jasper’s won’t be until we consummate the mating, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I have no clue where I am right now. I have to find my way back to Alaska to find him. Just as I am getting ready to get up I hear footsteps approaching. I smell a vampire, but I don’t know if he’s friendly or not. As I sit contemplating what to do a tall, dirty blonde male walks out of the trees. He’s wearing jeans and a black wife beater and has the same scars as my Jasper, but unlike my Jasper’s gold eyes his are red.
“Well hello there Darlin’. Are you alright?” He asks as he cautiously walks forward. The pull that I’ve felt since leaving my Jasper feels like it has been split into two. When I look at the cowboy standing in front of me it lessens slightly, but the majority of the pain is still there.
“I’m fine given the circumstances. Can I ask your name cowboy?” I ask as I continue to try and take in my surroundings. At least I didn’t lose my enhanced senses.
“My name is Peter Whitlock. Can I have your name Darlin’?” He says and is now only about 3 feet in front of me.
“My name is Isabella. I don’t have a last name. We don’t have those where I’m from.” I respond, but before I can say anything else the pain in my chest flares. It can only mean that Jasper has been made aware of what I am to him and he’s accepting it. It makes me giddy.
“What’s the matter Darlin’? Are you in pain?” Peter asks as he reaches for me. Normally I wouldn’t let anyone touch me, but it seems Peter is a second mate to me.
“I have this painful pull in my chest that is only slightly lessened when I came in to contact with you.” My answer seems to surprise him slightly.
“I knew I’d meet my mate out here, but I never thought it would be an Angel.” Peter whispered to himself.
“Can you help me find my other mate? I don’t even know where I am, but I know he is in Alaska. He kind of looks like you except his hair is more blonde. He also has gold eyes and his name is Jasper. He also has the same scars as you.” I stated as I looked Peter over.
“I’ll help you Sugar. Jasper just happens to be my brother and sire. I can call him now if you want. We can have him come down here. He’ll need to bring the rest of the family with him. Why don’t we go back to my house? We can get you a change of clothes. My sister should have something that will fit you. I don’t know how we’re going to hide your wings though.” He explained as he looked over attire.
“That’s fine Cowboy. Let’s go.” And with that he took off with me following behind him. He was fast, but I was just as fast. We reached his house in less than 5 minutes.
“Charlotte!” He called out as soon as we reached the house. In the doorway appeared a blonde vampire with scars similar to Peter and Jasper. She was about 5’3” and had the same red eyes as Peter.
“What is it Peter?” She asked as she looked me up and down. “Oh my God. You’re an Angel! Why are your wings black and what are you doing here on Earth?” She asked as she stepped outside.
“Charlotte, can you get her some clothes? I need to call Jasper and then we’ll see about getting the full story.” Peter said as he pulled out his phone and walked towards what I assumed was the living room. Houses on Earth were on slightly different to those in Heaven.
“C’mon sugar. Let’s get you some clothes.” She said and I followed her upstairs.
(PPOV)
I never thought my mate would be an Angel. What the hell did I do to deserve an Angel as a mate?!? I need to get a hold of Jasper so he can get his ass down here. The fucker never answers his phone before two rings. Damn him!
“What do you want Peter? We’re in the middle of a family meeting.” He answers all pissed off.
“Nice to talk to you too brother. You and your coven need to get down to Texas now. I have a very special creature here that has sacrificed a lot for you and your coven.” And with that I hung up. I really wasn’t in the mood to put up with his attitude.
He hates when I do that, but I also knew it would get him down here faster. My “gift” is telling me they’ll be here in a couple of hours. Seems they’ll be running. I have the uncomfortable pull in my chest since I’m away from my mate, but I know she needs to get changed. As I walk back in the house I hear Isabella’s laughter floating down the stairs.
“Hey Darlin’, Jasper and his coven will be here in a few hours.” I called up the steps.
“Thank you Cowboy. I really appreciate you calling him.” She said as she walked down the steps with Charlotte. She walked right up to me and hugged me around the waist with her wings slightly wrapped around us. I placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.
“It’s no problem Sugar. It’ll be nice to see my brother again.” I explained as I took in what she was wearing. She had on black shorts and a backless top since we hadn’t figured out how to hide her wings yet.
“I need a little time to think. I’m just going to go for a walk.” She said as she headed towards the door. I wasn’t going to stop her, but I’m glad she let me know where she was going. I did worry about her being alone though.
“Alright Angel. We’ll come get you when Jasper and his coven arrive. Just holler if you need anything.” I said as I sat down on the couch to wait for my brother.
“Will do Cowboy.” She laughed and walked out the door.
“Well she’s somethin’ ain’t she?” Char said as she sat down in the chair across from the couch.
“She sure is. What the hell did I do in my life to deserve an Angel for a mate Char? I mean I was in the Southern Wars and did unspeakable things.” I said a little panicked. I didn’t know what to do in this situation.
“It’ll be alright Peter. We just need to wait for Jasper and his coven so we can get the whole story.” She said as we settled back to watch TV and wait for Jasper. I think Char was excited to have another female in the house. It was just her, me and Garrett. Sitting here waiting made me realize just how much I hate waiting on anyone or anything.
Been Dazed and Confused for so long it’s not true.
Wanted a woman, never bargained for you.
Lots of people talkin’, few of them know
Soul of a woman was created below.
~By Led Zeppelin~
Pete drove up the winding driveway slowly, taking in the many changes he could see to the Cullen property since the last time he’d been to visit. There were many, and not all of them good. It looked as though the place had been abandoned, but that was impossible. It had only been two months since he’d spoken to his maker and brother, Jasper and they had all been right here in good ol’ Forks, living high on the…… deer? Yeah. He shuddered. Deer.
Shaking his head at his thoughts, he decided to dismiss them for now and sat back in his seat, giving his truck a little more gas to hurry the trip along.
Finally making it to the main house, his brows rose as he took in the weather beaten lines of police tape that still clung to the railing of the porch, and the undeniable signs that the place had been abandoned.
Windows were broken, weeds were popping up everywhere, the place declining rapidly in the absence of its caretakers.
It was now pretty damn obvious that a big “Aw, shit” had taken place here, and he wondered at the nature of it.
Why hadn’t his brother contacted him? He was usually pretty good about that, especially if they were moving for some reason or another.
Shrugging to himself, he decided to investigate the place and hopped out of his truck, closing the door with a quiet click.
Approaching the steps to the front deck, he caught the heavy scent of old human blood and his brows rose into his hairline. It wasn’t like the Cullen’s to leave something like that to be found and judging by the police tape, it had most definitely been found. He could see where it had pooled on the main deck before running down the steps to form a small puddle in the gravel of the driveway.
Using his expertise, (he survives on the shit after all) he concluded by the amount of blood, that someone had died on that deck. Yeah, most definitely not in the Cullen’s repertoire.
Gazing around the property again, his curiosity got the better of him and he made his way to a side door to enter the house. He shrugged to himself. He might as well, since he was already here. Why come all this way and leave the mystery unexplored?
Giving the knob a small twist, the lock snapped easily and he pushed the door open, the slightly musty smell of abandoned house assailing his nose as he entered the kitchen, the door closing quietly behind him.
He looked around, noting as he passed through, the thin layer of undisturbed dust that blanketed every flat surface.
Finally spotting the entryway that led to the staircase and the living room, he headed that way, intending to check out the living room next.
What he found lounging on the railing of the stairs, legs crossed at the knees, smirk in place as she eyed his surprised visage, had him freezing in his tracks.
It was a girl. No, scratch that. It was a gorgeous young woman. At least she had been a woman at one point, he was sure.
What astonished him were the giant black wings that sprouted from her back, the tips making patterns in the dust on the floor behind her as she balanced on the railing.
“Well, hello there Handsome.” She held up a cigarette. “You wouldn’t happen to have a light, would you?”
Pete, still stunned into silence as he was, dug his trusty zippo out of his pocket, flipped the lid back and deftly lit her cigarette, watching as she took a deep drag, closing her eyes in relief.
“Jesus, that’s good.” Her red eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze as she spoke. “You’d think, if they’re gonna kick you out of Hell, they’d have the decency to send you on your way with a few fucking essentials, right? I was lucky enough to get a pack of cigs off the last criminal I drank, but did the asshole have a lighter? Fuck no.”
She gestured to the wings on her back. “I can’t exactly walk into the local convenience store and pick one up either. Not with this kinda baggage hanging off my back anyway. Damned inconvenient they are. I figured I could risk it around Halloween, ya know? Seeing as how they’d just think it was a costume? Pfft. I ended up knocking down the entire fucking Hostess display. Pissed off the guy behind the counter so bad that he wouldn’t sell me anything, and kicked my ass out after chewing me out in arabic.”
She took a drag, narrowing her eyes as she blew out the smoke. “At least I think it was arabic.” She shrugged. “I could be wrong. I’m not exactly a linguist.”
She eyed Pete then, smirking at his frozen form.
“Speaking of language, do you possess that ability, or have I broken you beyond repair? Will a couple of whacks on the back help unstick you vampire?”
Pete literally shook himself at that point, trying desperately to wrap his mind around the reality of a fallen angel, sitting here smoking a cigarette in front of him.
He looked down for a moment, taking a deep breath, resolved to just accept what he was seeing and go with it. He nodded to himself. Why the fuck not?
He looked up into her still smirking face and stuck his hand out. “Peter Whitlock, good to meet you.”
She took his hand, giving it a slight shake. “Bella Swan, or at least I used to be.” She shrugged. “I guess names carry over. Might as well. No one else is gonna use it.”
He nodded. “So, how’d you come to be here Bella Swan?” He nodded toward the front of the house. “That wasn’t your show out on the front deck was it?”
She chuckled darkly. “Yeah, that was me. Pathetic teen angst at its pinnacle.”
She met his eyes. “He didn’t want me anymore, so life wasn’t worth living, blah blah blah. I’m sure you’ve heard the story a thousand times.”
She spread her wings and hopped down off the railing, moving to stand in front of the gorgeous male vampire, caressing his solidly muscled chest as she continued.
“I thought that he was it, ya know? So, after he and his family left, I came here and decided to make a statement while, at the same time, end my so-called suffering. Two birds, one stone and all that shit.”
She chuckled. “What I didn’t bargain for is that I would end up in Hell. Didn’t factor in getting booted from Hell either, condemned to wander this fucking rock for the rest of eternity, only now I have these beauties on my back to drag around too.”
She eyed Peter. “You wanna know the real kicker?”
He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the rail she had been sitting on. “Sure.”
She smiled ruefully. “The big kicker is that he didn’t bother going to my funeral and he hasn’t even been to see the fucking stain that I made on the deck. Now what kind of a statement did I make with what I did? It’s obvious that none of it meant anything to him, so……yeah. Not exactly a well thought out plan on my part, was it?”
He shook his head slowly. “No, I’d say it wasn’t.”
She pulled out the cigarette pack shaking one out and offering him one, which he took. Pulling out his lighter, he lit hers first and then his own, stowing the lighter as she leaned on the rail next to him.
“So what’s your story Peter Whitlock? What are you doing here?”
Blowing out smoke as he examined the glowing cherry on the end of his cigarette, he answered. “I came to see my brother, Jasper. Well, he’s actually my maker, but he’s always been like a brother to me.” He shrugged one shoulder as he met her gaze.
She nodded. “Yeah, now that you mention it, I can hear the similarities in the way you both speak. It’s slight, but it’s there.”
He laughed bitterly. “Yeah, he used to have a thicker accent that I do, but the magic eight ball made him get rid of it, as well as he could anyway. It’s kinda hard to shake a southern accent completely after havin’ it for more than a hundred years, ya know?”
She nodded, then shook her head, getting lost in a memory for a moment. “Fucking Alice.”
He watched as her expression darkened as she stared off into the middle distance.
“Not a fan of the mighty mite?” He bumped her shoulder.
She laughed and then met his eyes, mirth shining in the red depths. “That’s a definite no.”
They both flipped their cigarette butts out the nearest broken window at the same time and looked at each other in surprise before laughing quietly.
She nudged him with her foot. “So, you came to see Jasper. He obviously didn’t let you know they had blown this joint, over two months ago now, by the way. Are you really that close?”
His face darkened and she felt like shit for asking such a personal question. Laying a hand on his bicep, she met his eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked such a thing. It’s none of my business after all.”
Giving her a wan smile, he shook his head. “Nah, it’s okay. Don’t really matter. Seems like I’ve been tryin’ to keep up the relationship between us all this time and he could do with or without it, ya know?” He shrugged and looked off in the distance, sadness in his eyes.
“Maybe it’s time I quit trying so hard.”
Something in his expression struck Bella, tightening her chest and choking her with emotion, the urge to comfort him almost overwhelming, so she went with it.
Turning toward him, she cupped his cheek and leaned in, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss.
Pete was touched by the gentleness of her lips on his and the emotion he could feel behind it. It had been so long since anyone had cared to comfort him and he basked in it as his arms encircled her, pulling her close as he deepened the kiss.
She moaned lowly as he licked and sucked at her plump bottom lip, opening for him, inviting him in as her body molded itself to his, her arms encircling his neck as her hands played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
Their tongues played together, tasting and tangling, exploring thoroughly as lips sucked and nipped.
Wrapping a leg around his waist, Bella could feel his hardness as it teased her aching center and she tilted her hips, searching for some relief as she sucked his luscious bottom lip in, nipping it with her fang as he groaned.
She backed off to see his eyes. “The couch.”, she breathed out as she reached for the fastenings to his jeans, working the button and zipper with deft fingers as he backed toward the drape covered sofa.
Throwing off the drape, he sat just as she had pushed his jeans and boxers down, his cock standing out hard and thick and proud as he sat back, watching her remove his jeans the rest of the way.
She moved toward him then and he shook his head. “Your turn beautiful. I wanna see and feel you when I fuck you. I wanna watch that beautiful form ride my cock.”
He removed his shirt quickly and she almost moaned at the picture he made, perfectly muscled and proportioned as he was, lounging back on the sofa, his gorgeous cock hard and ready for her.
Licking her lips, she closed her eyes for a moment as she undressed, tearing the shirt off from around her wings.
He grabbed her hand and drew her to him when she was bare, laving her nipple with his tongue before sucking on it deeply as his hands roamed her body, caressing her back and ass as he took his fill of her beautiful breasts, sucking and teasing both dusty pink buds to hardened peaks.
Lifting her to straddle his lap, he moved one hand slowly up the inside of her thigh as she held his head to her chest, his mouth and tongue still busy sucking and nipping.
He entered her soaking center with two long fingers, smiling around her hardened peak as she moaned his name loudly when he circled her clit with his thumb.
“Oh, Pete, please……….I’m ready, please.”
He shook his head, mumbling out against her moistened peak, “Nah baby girl. You’re gonna cum ‘fore I fuck ya. That’s my rule darlin’ and I always stick to it.”
He continued on, sucking a nipple in deeply as his fingers found a spot within her, curling up and pressing as she gasped in shock and pleasure, back arching as she came on his hand. The grip around his fingers was impressive. He couldn’t wait to have that tight heat wrapped around his aching cock and toward that end, he lifted her by her waist and lowered her down, sliding in slowly as she stretched around him, her hands on his shoulders as she groaned in pained pleasure. “Oh god Pete, it hurts, but you feel so fucking good too.”
He nodded into her neck. “That pain’ll go away real soon baby and then it’s off to the races, so hold on to me, got it? You’re in for the ride of a lifetime darlin’.”
He grinned up at her as she nodded.
Planting his feet solidly on the floor, he held her as he began to thrust into her solidly, all the way to his base with each stroke, her head rolling back as her back arched, moans and pants escaping her kiss swollen lips, her wings unfurling completely in her pleasure.
It was the most erotic thing that Pete had ever seen and he groaned at the pleasure of the dual stimulation.
“Come for me sweetheart. Come with me now baby.”
He felt her tighten around him as he plunged himself as far in as he could, his cock pulsing as he filled her.
Pulling her close, he sank his fangs into her neck marking her as his, his growl of possession low and deep in his chest.
Her head rolled forward onto his shoulder as she struggled to catch her breath, her lips finding his neck to place gentle kisses as a purr sounded from her for the very first time.
They both came back to themselves moments later, their gazes meeting as they realized the profound meaning behind what had just taken place between them.
They had just mated for eternity and joy overtook them as they exchanged a sweet kiss.
Bella felt something then, her back tingling as she gasped at the sensation. Bolting upright, she stared in shock over her shoulder at the absence of the bulky wings she had been cursed with.
She looked back at Pete, her expression stunned surprise. “They’re gone!”
She laughed. “They’re gone! She turned in his lap to show him and he nodded as he traced a perfect tattoo of a pair of wings that now covered her back.
She turned back to him, kissing him sweetly as he caressed her face with gentle fingers.
He held her face to his, whispering against her lips. “What do you say we get dressed and get the hell outta here?
We’ll go anywhere baby, just you and me.”
Nodding against his forehead with a smile, she answered just as quietly.
It is an ordinary day in the Underworld; souls to judge and sentences to pass. Hades sits on his throne much the same way he has for untold millennium. It isn’t long before his bit of peace is disturbed, in much the way it usually is, by Niall. The throne room door swings open allowing the fairy prince to enter. His arms are full and there is a distinctively wicked gleam in his eyes. “Niall, my friend, what brings you down here today? And what are you carrying?” Hades inquires, having seen that look too many times to count.
“Surely you know what today is.” Niall responds, then seeing the slight confusion on his friend’s face adds, “It’s picture day!” with an exaggerated smirk.
“What are you talking about? That was last week, and we did not participate.” Hades replies.
Niall feeling ever so mischievous adds “Yes, well, those were for the announcement, I’m talking about family pictures! Speaking of, I’m going to need to ‘borrow’ your computer, and a recent picture of you.” With that Niall turns and walks towards Hades’ private chambers, with a still unsure Hades following after him.
“So we are having family pictures today; what exactly is all of this?” Hades asks pointing to the unopened box now sitting on his desk. Without responding, Niall grabs the box cutter he brought with him, and slices through the tape. He turns toward Hades and shrugs “Isn’t it obvious? These are the pictures in question.” He silently laughs knowing how his Sookie will look, and most likely respond when she sees his surprise. He wonders what will be thrown this time; she really enjoys flinging household items at him…wonder why?
“So let me get this straight. You stole the pictures that were delivered to Sookie, the ones you know she has been eagerly awaiting, and brought them here? Why?”
Niall looks at his friend like he is slow, and answers “First of all, I borrowed these; you borrow with the intent to return the item, not so with stealing. Second of all, it’s because we aren’t in these pictures. And before you ask, there is no third of all. That’s all of all.” Grabbing the stack of prints, he looks down and smirks, “Now let’s see what we have to work with; you know you’re curious.”
Together the two long-time friends sit and peruse the photographs of the three beloved mates taken for the long-awaited announcement. They laugh and speculate on the behind the scenes hijinks that had most likely occurred knowing the trio involved. They comment on the candid looks and caresses caught by the photographer, and stare in awe at the overwhelming amount of love radiating off their family. Once they are finished with the professional photographs, Niall finally decides to let Hades in on the reason that he is there in his chambers. “So I need your help if I’m going to make this gift a success. I need you to use your computer mumbo jumbo skills and photoshop a few pics for me.”
Despite his best efforts, Hades laughs at his friend’s antics. “So let me get this straight; you burst in here and need me to photoshop the pictures that my Sookie has been eagerly awaiting, so that you can play a prank on her? Am I missing anything?” Seeing Niall shake his head negatively, Hades adds, “Well OK then, whats the plan?”
Niall pulls up a chair and they start working on the gift, or as he likes to call them, the family pictures. Several hours of riotous laughter and multiple arguments later, Niall seems almost giddy at the prospect of delivering the package back to Sookie. Each of them now had an “Avenging Angel” picture, even Hades. “I still don’t understand why you stubbornly refused to follow my suggestions about the artistic direction I was hoping to achieve with yours. Horns and a tail would have been so great!” Nonetheless, Niall now finds himself carefully repacking the box with the photographs, making sure to include the family pictures at the bottom with a special inscription on the back of his. After resealing the box, he picks it up and wishes his friend a good day. “Unless you want to join me and witness the fun firsthand.”
“With an offer like that, I would not miss it. I wonder what she will throw at you this time. One of these days she may surprise you; her aim is spot on.” Hades laughs out his response, and the two head back towards the throne room.
Sookie wakes up with an energy about her. She leans over and kisses her mates, and telling them both she loves them. Heading upstairs for breakfast, she finds herself anxious; she was told by her mates that the pictures that she’s been eagerly waiting for, the ones from the shoot, will be arriving today. Already sitting around the kitchen table are Tara, Lafayette, and Leigh; Gran is standing at the stove. “Morning y’all! Are they here, have they showed up?” She is fully aware of how quickly she is talking, and how loud her last question was, but she couldn’t find it in her to care; she is really excited. Her mates had the order rushed to be to her today; all they had asked was for her to wait for them so they could share in her excitement and see them together.
“Not yet baby girl. It’s still early; it’s not even yet noon.” Gran responds much to everyone’s giggles.
“I know, I just can’t wait! I need to be doing things to keep my mind off of it.”
“Well its a lovely day, so why don’t you and Tara go lay out in the sun? I’m sure that Leigh and Amelia will join you. Now that we’ve settled that, eat up.”
They finish breakfast and go change. The time spent in the sun seems to drag, as does the rest of the afternoon spent cleaning the already spotless house. With each passing hour, Sookie finds herself getting more frustrated; she knew deep down that it didn’t matter that she couldn’t open them even if they were here, but she still wanted them here. Finally after what seemed like days, the doorbell rings. This in and of itself startles her; why was there someone at the door? None of the security measures stopped this person from getting to her. Lafayette answers the door and steps aside allowing Niall and Hades entrance in the house.
In walks a smiling Hades and a smirking Niall. Sookie knows that she should be suspicious of anything that makes Niall look like that, however, the next words out of that smirking mouth stops Sookie’s entire logic center of her brain shuts down. “Hey Sookie, this seems to be for you.” She runs over to the man who has always been like a father to her and the god standing next to him, whom she loves like a father. She has been so tightly wound up all day long waiting for this box to arrive, she immediately starts sending her resting mates her love and excitement in hopes that she might wake them early and spare her having to wait for them to rise. She clutches the box to her as if it is her own personal Holy Grail. The rest of their nest begin trickling into the living room where Sookie is now staring at the package sitting on the coffee table. She sits down and stares, she stands up and begins pacing,and then repeats the process again and again all while staring at the box. Her antics are enough to entertain her nest and visitors alike. She is so fixated on the box that she actually misses her beloved mates rising; she hasn’t done that in years.
Downstairs in their suite, Godric rises and is slightly unsure what has his wenig liebe (little love) so anxious and incredibly focused. He feels his mate rise next to him. The two share a look because of the feelings flowing through their bond, until they realize their mate is most likely just excited about seeing the pictures she was waiting for. Godric thinks it’s cute how these pictures seem different to her than any of others that they have taken of each other over the years. Probably because of what these particular photos represent; that she is publicly being claimed by her mates. Granted to the rest of the world, she is being claimed as Eric’s mate and Godric’s child, but the three of them know it’s so much more than that.
Eric is stunned by the feelings he has felt from the moment he rose tonight, but he is still more shocked that his Sookie, his lover, wasn’t cuddled up waiting for them to wake, nor has she even seemed to notice that they are awake. Looking to his beloved maker and mate he asks, “Well Master, our little mate seems a tad preoccupied and hasn’t noticed us. Should we go surprise her, and put her out of her misery?” With a nod of his head both vampires began dressing , and vamp up to their beloved.
The room erupts in laughter as Sookie is caught in the arms of both mates mid-step. “Cheese and rice you two! Where did you come from, and what time is it? You know what, never mind. You’re both here now, so will one of y’all hand me that box?” Godric reaches to give her the package, while Eric, ever the pragmatic one, takes the opportunity to sit on the couch with his lover on his lap. He nuzzles her neck and kisses his way behind her ear, nipping her lobe with his blunt teeth. He whispers words of his everlasting love in her ear. Godric leans over to kiss his Sookie while moving to sit next to his mates on the couch.
Sitting with her mates, she pulls the box to her and tears off the tape and is immediately engrossed in the pictures in her hands. The nest is standing around looking and commenting on this picture or that picture, with several of the shots being declared Sookie’s favorite, only to be replaced by the next one she sees. The posed ones are beautiful, and she adores all the ones containing all three of them. She fawns over the ones with Leigh, and she gushes over some of the candid moments between the three that were captured allowing her to always see the outpouring of love both for and from her loves. She hadn’t realized that there would be so many, or that she would love so many of them. She pulls out the last stack of photos and gets a silly grin on her face. Her mates are slightly confused as they see her looking at a picture of Eric, but it’s not a normal picture, he is an angel surrounded by fire. Flipping to the next one she sees a similar picture of Godric, also as an angel only this time surrounded by blue flames. She looks to her mates and has a slightly dopey grin on her face, “When did you two do this, was this why it took so long to arrive?” The next is one of her and she is confused. She doesn’t remember ever posing for that one, nor does she recall Hades or Niall being at the photoshoot. Yet here they were, dressed as angels, in the flames. She looks between her mates, Hades, and Niall, very much questioning her earlier thought that her mates had done this as a sweet surprise, is becoming more suspicious and much less sweet.
Godric looks sincerely at his little one and tells her, “I have never seen these, nor do I know what they are supposed to be.” He looks around the room and notices Niall and his father. “Good evening father, Niall. What are you both doing here?
“I was just sitting around when Niall showed up and invited me along to come see our family,” Hades responds coyly. Glancing toward Niall, Hades wonders how long before his amazing daughter puts the pieces together. Would it be before or after she turns over his friend’s picture and sees his inscription?
Hearing this, Sookie looks at her great-grandfather, the man she considers a father, and thinks back on his arrival. “Um Niall, not that I’m not glad to see you, especially while I’m fully dressed,” she adds with a glare, “but what exactly are you doing here?”
Niall asks, “My darling Sookie, do I need a reason to visit with my family? Is it not possible that I am here simply because I missed you?” Seeing her sheepish expression, he continues, “I wanted to be here when you got to see your new family pictures.”
Sookie sits on Eric’s lap looking at the unusual photos, all unique, but tied together by theme, and there was that word again; family. She voiced her thoughts. “Okay y’all keep saying family, like I don’t know we’re family. What gives?”
For the second time today, Niall stands there looking at someone he respects and usually considers quite bright, like they rode the short bus to school, a phrase he picked up from Jason. “I don’t seem to understand whats so confusing. The photoshoot was supposed to be for your upcoming announcement, but it also doubled as the perfect opportunity for you to finally have some ‘family pictures’. It also allowed me to leave you with a profound message, straight from my heart.” He grabs the picture of himself and hands it to Sookie, motioning her to turn it over.
As soon as Sookie sees the words written clearly in Niall’s scrolling handwriting, she knows. Every part of today’s misery, every time she checked the porch for her parcel, could have been avoided. If only her nosy, not funny, oh so snarktastic great-grandfather hadn’t stole her pictures! She drops the offending picture. Without much thought Sookie reaches over and grabs the solid brass owl from its resting place on the table. With a whispered plea to any god listening that just this once, let this actually hit, and she sends the owl flying.
Niall laughs at her usual antics and begins to make a joke about her creative choice in projectile to be stopped mid-thought as the solid brass owl connects with his head. “Ouch, how the hell did that actually hit me?”
Hades responding answer has the rest of the nest, who are all standing there, mouths agape, laughing out loud at both the look on Niall’s face, and the sentiment behind it. “Hell is right! I could not allow my daughter to think that her pleas and requests went unheard,” he says with a wink to his son’s chosen mate, the daughter of his heart.
She smiles at Hades, then storms out of the room mumbling about frat boys and growing up. Godric reaches over to see what had made his dyrbar en (precious one) so upset. He reads the inscription and hands it to his mate. Eric can’t help the full belly laugh coming from him as he reads the words “I’m practically a saint, if only I wasn’t so damn hot!”
With a pronounced smirk Niall shrugs “What?!?! It’s true, and I wasn’t even the artist.” He rubs his head, still in shock. He fades away still laughing as he says, “Later.”
Godric looks at his father and quirks an eyebrow. Hades shrugs, “I was bored. It was Niall. I love you my son; enjoy your new family pictures.”
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