The Fallen Angels Captives

Chapter 2: Taken

As we both grabbed our bags, I glanced at Melissa and cursed myself inwardly for not putting on at least some form of make-up. Melissa was stunning as always.

Her make-up was flawless against her porcelain skin. She hated not having a natural tan to her skin tone, so she made sure to make it flawless and perfect instead. She didn't really need foundation, but she put a little on anyway along with contour.

I only knew this because I had watched her for years, admiring how perfect she always got it. Her eye shadow and liner was always spot on too.

Melissa loved her trademark cat liner look, and I never ceased to be amazed at how she did it without so much as a crooked edge.

Melissa always said it was watching YouTube tutorials that had helped her, but I had watched loads and still could not master it to perfection.

Melissa's eyeshadow was the gray smoky look she usually wore, her lipstick a dark pink against those luscious full lips and her hair was in thick long waves cascading down her back. You would never have guessed her job or that she was also an exorcist, both of us earning the title from the church itself.

I, however, looked back down at myself in my boring T-shirt and jeans, my old trainers, scraped back hair and scowled inwardly at myself. At this rate, the people we were going to meet would think I was some simple tag-along trainee that Melissa felt sorry for. I mentally slapped myself and rushed to catch up with Melissa.

On the drive, I recalled how even when we were little that Melissa, from her posh background and upbringing, had never judged or been mean to me as the other kids had at school for being poor. In fact, she had befriended me immediately when she had seen me playing alone.

I had been playing out some game in my head about ghosts or something, I couldn't really remember these days, but Melissa had asked to join, and we had been inseparable ever since.

I had thought maybe her parents would be snobbish and hate the idea of Melissa bringing some poor girl to their home. But I had been pleasantly surprised, they were all down to earth, kind-hearted people and with Melissa as an only child, they had welcomed me completely, so much so that I called them second mom and dad.

Arriving at our destination, we climbed out of our cars. Looking up at the building, we both frowned. This was Templar street, like the address had said, but the house looked empty.

It was old, a window was broken on the top left side of the house, and the paint was peeling away. The case said it was to investigate a young girl in her teen years requested by a couple, so we had been expecting a family looking home, at the very least a clean one.

About to walk away, a deep voice caught our attention.

"Hey, wait." Turning back, we both tried to control our breathing.

It was a man. He looked the same age as us, in his mid to late twenties. He was about six foot three with an athletic body, muscles very visible under his black long-sleeved thermal top that clung to his body snugly.

Neither of us failed to notice he had flawless skin, all except for a medium length scar along his cheek down to his neck. He had a natural tan, light-brown hair that was short yet somehow still managed to fall into his eyes.

Besides his also perfect full lips, it was his eyes that had our attention the most.

They were almond shaped and a medium shade of both dark and light violet, like they hadn't been able to decide what shade to choose. Around the rim, it was a metallic gold color.

We both managed to snap ourselves out of our love struck gaze and concentrate on the task at hand, after all even supernaturals needed our help sometimes. Not all supernaturals were bad and by those eyes (and unnatural good looks, I thought to myself) he was definitely not human.

The way he grinned at me made me wonder if he had read my mind, making me blush even harder if that were possible.

Melissa wasn't as lucky as me because it was obvious how red and flushed in the face she was. I watched her shake herself out of the spell and get back to what she had come here for.

"This is your home?" Melissa asked the man.

He looked solemn and nodded, "yes, I understand it isn't an appealing sight, but the window? My daughter, I’m afraid. As for the rest of the house, it's almost like this demon being here has changed everything. All the plants have died, our pets, and by the looks of it, our home. Come on in I will show you to her room.

We started to follow him around the back of the house where he had come from when I stopped short. "Sorry, I just need to go get my stuff from the car. I'll catch you up."

They both nodded and carried on inside. I headed back to my car, grabbing my notebook, holy water and pad that had written down on it all the signs we needed to witness as proof of her being possessed.

Rushing back, I could hear quiet murmuring. Frowning, I peeked around the corner of the back door and crept quietly inside until I reached the hallway. There I peeked around the corner to look into the living room and held my breath.

Melissa was held up against the wall by the man, he had one hand wrapped delicately, I noticed, around Melissa's throat while his other hand was between her legs and up her skirt. What the hell was going on, Melissa should know better than to flirt with some guy on a case.

"Do you like my fingers there?" he whispered the words against Melissa's ear, and she sighed breathlessly, nodding her answer.

I didn't want to witness any more of this odd moment, after all, this man's poor daughter was suffering and all he wanted to do is pull the pretty exorcist.

I was about to walk right in when my eyes noticed something, and I stopped cold. I was beginning to suspect there was no daughter.

In the man’s right pocket, which he was now reaching for and pulling out something behind his back, was a big ass needle filled with God knew what.

While his fingers kept Melissa busy, he slowly raised his other hand with the needle ready to pierce her neck. I chose that moment to rush out.

Without even thinking, I wrapped my arms around his waist and tackled him to the floor. Caught by surprise, he crashed to the floor hard with me on top and the syringe flying from his hands.

When he rolled over so that I was straddling his waist, he saw me and his confusion was replaced with a grin. "Hey there sweet, no need to get jealous, I can play with you too." He gave me an air kiss and gyrated himself against my lower half and whispered, "I can f**k you first if you like, baby."

I blushed hotly for a moment before remembering why I was on him in the first place and snapped, "you don't have a daughter, do you?"

Still grinning like this was some kind of game, he shook his head no.

Melissa saw the syringe and picked it up. Standing over him, she demanded, "what is this?"

He looked up at her and allowed his eyes to travel between her legs, which she quickly closed and walked around to his side, so he couldn't peek anymore.

Pouting slightly, he answered, "you girls are no fun. It just has a little anaesthesia that’s all."

"Why," Melissa growled.

"Why for you two, of course." Turning back to look at me, he grinned, "I wouldn't leave you out babe."

"Why would you want to put us to sleep?" I asked.

"Just doing what I'm told, that's all."

"And what have you been told?" I wriggled a little to get more comfortable, something was digging into me, but I didn't want to get up or distract him too much just yet in case he stopped talking.

Grinning he answered, "To drug you both and bring you back to my boss."

"Who's your boss?" I asked and frowning wriggled again.

"Oh baby, you keep that up, you're only going to be more uncomfortable." He winked at me.

I frowned at him even more confused until his eyes grew wide, and he breathlessly said, "f**k me, you're a virgin, aren't you?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" I answered defensively.

Melissa looked at me, shaking her head and said, "for goodness sake woman, he is trying to tell you he has a boner."

I blushed hotly, forgetting for a moment what we were doing there and suddenly realized I was sitting on top of a beautiful man who was flirting with me...me!

Shy and embarrassed I went to climb off him, but he grabbed my hips and murmured, "not yet baby, let me have some fun with you."

When I looked at him incredulous, he laughed and said, "what? Is it that hard to believe I would love to f**k a virgin? I can only imagine how warm and tight you are."

He bit his lip and tried to move against me, but no matter how hot he was I would not allow myself to be seduced by this...whatever he was.

I jumped off him and demanded, "who is your boss?"

Sighing sadly, he muttered, "whatever, your loss. I can't tell you that, sorry."

He was one amazing actor, I thought, because out of nowhere he stabbed the syringe into the side of Melissa's leg and was up on his feet before either of us realized what was happening.

Melissa looked dazed for a moment but managed to punch him in the face. I looked on in horror when he didn't even so much as flinch from the hit.

I had seen Melissa punch guys and knock them out flat. Melissa collapsed to the floor, and I knew we were screwed if we both got caught.

He looked up at me and said, "come on, don't make it harder on yourself, babe, come here." He withdrew another needle and went to plunge it in to the side of my neck, but I dodged it.

He tried again, but I blocked that too. Six years of Karate had helped, and I managed to trip him up and run out of the house and to the car.

Starting the car, I prayed to God for help and swore I would find Melissa and get her back, I was just going to need some help to do it.

I backed out of the driveway just as the man came running out towards me.

I sped down the driveway and looking in my rearview mirror, saw him standing there and waving. What the f**k was wrong with that man.