Golden Cage

Part Two

Flowers and honey, a delicious smelling honey. This was the scent that pulled Azazel from his history staring back to reality. He pulled the car rapidly to the side of the road, in front of a random house, and pulled the windows as down as they would go and inhaled the sweet smell, flowers and honey, flowers and honey, flowers and....

He looked up and saw a figure walking on the other side of the road, carrying a back pack and hugging itself, as if trying to protect itself from the cold winter air. He just stared.

Something inside of him snapped, his true form tried to break out, tried to take control, something that never happened before. He looked at the figure, hypnotized. He inhaled one more time and oh he wished he didn't, now everything inside of him snapped. 

TAKE.

MATE.

OWN.

MAKE MINE.

He closed the windows as calmly as he could and as calmly as he could got out of the car, and slowly started to walk behind the figure. Once he got himself under control, he saw that the figure is actually a thin woman, no a thin girl.

'Could this be.. no.. thousands of year...now...' the thoughts running in his head, her long brown wavy hair, dropping down her backpack from under the old beanie, 'blue?' she was wearing. He quickened his pace and now was right behind her.  'How vulnerable...doesn't even hear me...so fragile...so mine...', he took a strand of her hair in his hand, smooth just like silk, 'she doesn't feel anything...how weak...perfect'.

He let the strand fall from his hand and looked around, a couple of kids playing and old couple sitting and drinking tea and no one paying attention.

He quickly sneaked a hand around her waist,

-"Ahh,, wha", the voice, the melody of voice filled his head and his whole body pulsed with desire, but he quickly put another hand on her mount, no need for complications and blood of innocent people after all.

-"Shhh,,," he whispered in her ear, while she was trying to break free, and he couldn't resist the urge, he ran his tongue around her ear and her cheek, she started to clutch at his hand and was trying to kick him with her legs, but even if she did manage to kick, he didnt feel anything, she was so weak and he was distracted by her smell and taste, but he knew he has to move fast. 

'Black her out, get to the car and drive home' the first rational thought that crossed his mind since he smelled the flowers and honey, since he smelled her scent.

He pressed ,with the hand that was on her waist, on her throat, not caring if he will leave marks. No he wanted to leave marks, his mark on her throat. The image inflamed his desire even more, so subconsciously he pressed harder. After a few seconds he felt that her body sagged and he held her firmly, then lifted her bridal style and moved quickly to his car. 

He opened the driver's door and put her on the chair next to it, buckled her up and sat down himself.

'My mate,, next to me', he didnt dare to look at her, because if he did he knew he would take her right here, right now, screw who saw, more blood on his hand wont disturb him. He put the car into driving mode and swiftly drove out of this neighborhood, away from here and to his place.