Legends of the other side: Angels and Demons

FINE LINES

Carlos arrived before the sheriffs, the smell of fresh blood had assaulted his senses before he had arrived at the scene, and the scene was gruesome, if you were human. Carlos was certain a demon was in Riverhead, he just had never been able to track him in time.  There were two bodies here, one female with her head decapitated, sliced right off with what looked like a kitchen knife. One grossly overweight male, his eyes plucked out and genitals ripped off, his head twisted at an unnatural angle. He had observed this couple before around Riverhead, they were awful but they didn't deserve this type of mutilation.

Carlos had been around far too long to think this was the handiwork of humans, he sniffed the air and he could faintly detect the scent of a wolf, he eyed the mountains his hearing attuned and he heard the beast running.

Not in my area he thought, with astounding speed Carlos took to the mountains in chase. Carlos was an expert hunter searching for his prey.

It didn't take long, a mixture of heat and fear, crashing and noise gave it away. He sat in the treetops just watching for a while. The wolf emerged into his line of sight, pure black and beautiful, the beast turned, except for a white mark the shape of a crescent moon on its neck he noted. A wolf like none he had seen before, even though it ran with no clear direction it had a wild elegance about it. It was scared, he could smell it. Carlos just silently tracked and waited and watched. 

And what a surprise he got.

The wolf stopped running, it looked confused and tired, pawing the ground it walked in circles until it sat down finally and went to sleep.

The change happened slowly, as pain wracked the mad creatures body.

And there she lay, a young girl covered in blood.

Long black hair.

A fighter, he thought.

A natural killer.

Intrigued he watched her sleep awhile longer, he had never come across a wolf this young before nor so bloodthirsty. He heard the sirens turning into Tavern Forest Road, they would soon know what he had seen. This child wasn't going anywhere. He  quickly made his way back down the mountain to the crime scene, it was so easy to slink from the shadows, glamour the sheriff and his sidekick that a bear had gotten into the home and killed these two idiots. He returned to the girl knowing full well tonight's events  would be all over the Riverhead Times for the next few weeks.

This girl was coming with him, for all of her violent tendencies she would be no  match for a vampire of his years. He flew down and picked her up, cradling her in his arms. His finger lightly traced her bloody face, "what's happened to you, vicious little mystery," he spoke out loud to himself. Dawn was fast approaching he would take her back to his compound which wasnt far from here. He had a dungeon perfect to hold this wolf child as he slept beneath the earth. Carlos had questions about this girl and maybe a plan, he needed to find out more about her first.

It was a little after sunset, Carlos sat watching this creature. She still had not awoke. The girl was an enigma to a degree, dumped as a baby and no leads as to her parents. An array of foster homes, Phil and Alley being her latest, but no constant ties that he could trace. She was a young wolf alone. It made no sense, wolves needed a family structure. A lone wolf could easily be taken by madness and turn rogue, he wondered if that was what had happened to her. Yet she was powerful, most wolves won't shift until they are at least eighteen, with the full protection of a pack to guide them and under a full moon. Yet here she was barely fifteen, fully shifted, no moon and caused a blood bath. 

He sensed the shadowy figure behind him before she spoke.

"You think she is a good fit for our operation?" the silvery voice enquired with a voice barely that of a whisper.

"Maybe, she has power beyond belief and nobody that I can find who cares" he replied smoothly and assuredly, we have a little killer here, she's a little mystery. It took a lot out of her, she hasn't woken yet, so we can only imagine the power she unleashed."

The shadowy figure stepped forward, "maybe she will not wake, or her body and mind have been broken from the raw power she has emanated, you must observe her if she awakes closely I cannot take a wolf who has lost their mind."

"I might want to keep her for my own collection, I'm not sure yet," he replied.

"You do have a penchant for the mad and broken," she sarcastically replied. 

Carlos eyed Selina, her platinum blonde hair , chiselled cheekbones, soft lips and violet eyes you could get lost in, her beauty betrayed what he knew was her ice cold heart. Selina if she felt the need, could murder whole cities and never lose an ounce of sleep. She was old, not as ancient as Carlos, but up there, yet her looks were so innocent and young.

Selina White was also the chief hand of the Shadow Finger Squad , an elite team of supernatural assassins and spies trained at the Golden Keep in the Shadowlands. They were ultimately ruled by the Dragon Kings.

Carlos had once upon a time been Selinas hand. He ruled her, had made her what she was and given her a role he knew she was hungry for. 

"Selina, we all lose our minds sometimes, trust me on this one," he eyed Selina in her black leather catsuit looking so doe eyed yet so fierce at the same time. It's been a long time between drinks my vampire queen, he murmured huskily,  will you be staying this evening."

" I can not stay the night," Selina replied coolly, those violet eyes boring into him, then softening "however, Im sure I could stay for a while, just one drink to quench the thirst perhaps."

Carlos felt his member harden and rushing her, pushed her up against the wall, his body all over hers, he placed his icy hand around her neck. 

"You will stay as long as I command," he whispered in her ear. Nuzzling her earlobe, their fangs extended simultaneously he dropped his hands down to lift her up and straddle her upon his waist, her legs wrapping tightly around his body. 

"I will stay," she said biting deep into his neck, blood flowing down his body, the pain felt exquisite. 

Carlos groaned, pulling down the zipper to Selinas catsuit biting on a creamy white firm breast. Selina also gasped inwards, every sense tingled, he could see and feel her ecstasy, working his way down to her pulling her hair he growled 'I will always be stronger than you Selina and I will always own you."  

"I belong to you", she whispered. 

"Say it again. louder," he commanded.

"I, Selina White, belong to you Carlos my love."

He knew he couldn't hold any longer growling, he levitated her before violently slamming her into the wall, sliding his ice cold member between her legs as she screamed in exhilaration.

Selina stayed two nights before he let her leave, the wolf girl was long forgotten as these two drowned in each other.  Hundreds of years and lovers later, Selina was still the closest thing to him, nothing compared, no one knew the fine lines between pleasure and pain as these two did, but for all of that they didn't love each other, not like the fairy tales anyway.  He often still wondered if he would ever feel anything close to real love or if this was as good as it got.