Dogfight

Azazel's Mate

                  ~Azazel~

   After two days of driving I feel the black top turn to gravel and know I'm getting close to our destination. My brother Nolan who is fifth born and nineteen years old is the only one in the vehicle with me but I don't mind. Believe it or not my four younger brothers and two younger sister used to be really close until I wouldn't submit. It was like After that one time my whole world changed for the worse just because I refused to blindly follow. 

   We pull up to a massive house with white stone steps a three tier fountain and some shrubs under the windows. It's at lease for stories high who knows how many there are below ground. My brother gets out to meet a man with black hair and brown eyes. Fair skin and muscles onto of muscles but he's not really tall. Maybe six foot three inches. He shakes Nolans hand and gives him a smile. I tune out their conversation and look around the property. It truly is a beautiful place but it's odd because there's not a lot of people out here. I mean there's tons of gaurds but I don't see any children. 

   The two men finish up their conversation and I Nolan gets back into the driver side putting it back into dive. We creep up to a building behind the house. This building is a thick red brick with a three door car port which I'm assuming is where the other criminals come. The steel door for the carport rises and the room is bare with a box next to the door that leads into the building. Two other gaurds stand at the main door looking like something you'd see on the men in black which caused a smile to play on my lips but I quickly replaced it. The last thing I want is anymore trouble. 

   Nolan let's the men grab me roughly and says nothing. He doesn't even take a second look my way. I'm led down a white hall way with florescent lights above us. They stop me infront of a desk hand cuffing me to a desk that comes eye level as a fat man in a blue uniform with a wart on the side of his face begins to talk letting his tusk like teeth pop out with his prominent underbite. 

   "Name, place of birth and date of birth" He says in a monotone and eye roll.

   "Azazel Willingham of frosted heights date of birth is August eleventh."

   "Breed, height and weight"  says the fat man. Our conversation goes on like this for about another hour when he got up to get me a set of clothes and shoes. He walked them into a room and comes out empty handed fiddling with a set of keys. He uncuffs me getting a little too close for comfort as he excreted the nastiest smell to be in existence. Like sewage and sweaty feet then leads me to the same room he dropped the clothes off in. 

   "You must face the wall with your back turned towards me take all your clothes off squat down three times and cough each time you go down" He said crossing his arms infront of him expectantly. Even though this is humiliating I do as asked. He then came to the showy and turned it on telling me I had to stay under the water for two minutes before I could dry off and get dressed. 

   After drying off and getting dressed the fat man who I found out was not a man but a troll tosses a tray of bubbling goop that I could almost swear blinked at me. I never expected gourmet meals but I didn't expect what's sitting infront of me. I pushed away my trey trying to be polite but the troll started laughing at me. 

   "Oh don't you worry pretty boy you'll get used to it."  He says slapping my shoulder.

 I'm taken to a cell and sit on a bench in a padded room and a drain in the floor where I could go pee at. The troll thought it would be funny to bring up the idea that I could always "wafflestomp" if I was in the mood which only appalled me even more of that was possible. After about two hours there I was brought back to the bathroom used for my shower and was told to change into a pair of gray sweatpants and pointed for me to go down a long corridor. 

   When I got down to the end you could feel the power radiating from behind the door from many different creatures. They were chanting a name by "Messy Jessie" whoever that was. Cole wants me to fight but I just can't if they don't deserve it. I go stand in the farthest corner away from the crowd with my hands in front of me awaiting my fate when I see the door open and the most delicious smell invades my senses. There's a smell wafts through the air smelling like smores over an open fire in the cool fall breeze. 

   I open my eyes and come face to face with the most exotic creature I'd ever laid eyes on. She has legs sculpted by the God's themselves and the go on for days. She has short dark brown hair with flex of red shimmering through and deep forest green eyes that can peirce your soul. Cole is whimpering mate sounding defeated because he won't touch our mate. She's going to have to kill us. I give her a small smile to let her know it's alright when the bell rings. 

   She slaps me across the face making Cole whine when she says "hit me"

   I looked down not wanting her to see the hurt in my eyes when she yells "HIT ME!" But I just can't. What she does next had the crowd and myself stunned. She roared into the crowd jumping onto the enchanted chainlinked fence and popped it open like a tin can. Cole and myself didn't know whether to be turned on or scared however when she picked us up and carried us in her mouth we decided it was a complete turn on to see your mate risk everything to be with you.