The Demon's Angel

Chapter 5

I looked at the small body of Mina in my arms. The young woman was fair and petite, a beauty for sure, but she was limp and a small trickle of blood ran down her head. Blood that I could smell the scent of. It held all the usual tang but carried another note, almost floral and sweet.

Intoxicating.

Her arm was bruised where she had fallen on it before I could catch her.

Initially there had been screaming, people had tried to catch her as she fell, but when I approached, silence came.

My angels stood by my side in their white uniforms. I looked up at Stephen who placed a hand on my shoulder. "Shall I take her?" he enquired. I looked at her again. I was almost certain she was what I was looking for and with time and training, she would free me. My Demon simmered and shifted under my skin at my musings.

Without a word I scooped her up into my arms. I didn't want anyone elses scent to taint hers. I passed through the crowd which had moved aside for me. I caught a few looks of jealousy from some of the women and just shook my head.

As I continued to carry her through the door beneath the curve of the stairs and into my private chambers below the house, I wondered what had brought her to me.

I had received a note from the servant that had accompanied her today. He said she sought a new life and wished to serve me. Normally I would have ignored this, but a few nights later I had been conducting business in town when I saw her leaving the theater with a small, ruddy and well dressed man. He had reached for her but she flinched and shrunk away from him. But that's not what really caught my attention.

The scent of her had wafted to me as she had passed and her golden locks had flicked over her shoulder to reveal her milky white jugular. My Demon had writhed and battled to be set free right there in the street.

Now, she was before me in my arms, entierly unconcious. I took my handkerchief and dabbed at her forehead where the blood trickled down before placing her on my bed. Luckily, I could still feel the vibration of her life force and nothing seemed permanently damaged.

I let out a predatory growl as I remembered the terror she felt on that podium and stalked around the bed. She likely had no idea what she had done by running to me.

It would be no displeasure to take her body, compliant or not, none at all. Her wide doe eyes and flushed complexion when I had inspected her less than an hour ago had woken something in me. The purity and fear in her eyes gave me a hunger I had not felt in an age.

I pricked my finger and let a few beads of blood roll of my skin and drop into her sweet little mouth.

This is no fairy tale. Vampires don't exist, but I do. The tales likely stemmed from my kind, of whom I am the last. I doubt this woman believed any such thing, although she did have a small cross strung around her neck.

I pulled my hand away after a moment, satisfied I had done enough for now, she should wake shortly feeling renewed. I however, felt drained. My demon roared with displeasure at giving up precious drops of his magic before he'd even been fed.

I left the room knowing she wasn't going anywhere and sought out Stephen.

I found Stephen in his chambers and as soon as I entered he turned to me with a look of concern.

"Master, let me help." he murmered.

I knew from his furrowed brow I must be showing signs of aging. I looked down at my hands and saw several wrinkles had developed along with patches of discolouration. The party should have been a time to prevent this, but celebrations were long from my mind.

Stephen was already knelt before me when I unbuttoned my trousers aloowong my c**k to spring free, I had no need for undergarments. He took me in his hand and it immediately hardened. As he sucked me into his mouth I grew impatient and grabbed his head.

My demon quickly took over and I thrust into him merciosly. I yanked his head back and his aqua green eyes looked up at me.

"Get on the bench," my voice came as a rough growling baritone. He walked to a brown leather bench I had installed in his room. "Bend and stay." I commanded in my deep demonic rumble. Pulling down his white drawstring trousers I took the leather paddle that lay on the mantle. The skin of his arse was creamy and unblemished, save for my brand on his left side. I stiffened further at the sight. With one more growl, I brought the paddle down on him. I had no desire tonight to work up to things. With the first crack and the image of the welt on his behind blooming to life, my demons dark magic awakened. I went again, bringing it down with a swift thwack.

Stephen shuddered and cried out. I began to pull the pure light of his life force from him as I fed off his pleasure mixed with pain. Raw emotions sated my demon and my body warmed, the aches I had developed in my bones subsiding. Stephen looked up at me and I saw some of his youth slowly leave his face despite the flush under his skin and the bobbing of his own c**k against his shirt.

I brought the paddle down again and again. Stephen's cries fueling my hunger. Once he began to go glassy eyed and shudder, I was ready. Fisting my erection in my hand I pumped a few times and spurted my hot seed onto his back. He collapsed to the bench, the connection broken. Bending, I smothed his hair in a loving gesture. Wiping myself from him, I looked at his now wrinkled face. He was still beautiful, I mused.

My own hands had smoothed out and I felt the vigour and virility of a young man again.