The Fallen Angels Captives

Chapter 2: Taken

As we both grabbed our bags, I glanced sideways 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, but honestly, she didn’t need one. She made perfection out of what she had.

A light layer of foundation, subtle contour—just enough to define.

I only knew the details because I’d watched her for years, admiring how perfect she always got it. I was half fascinated and half envious as she transformed ‘already stunning’ into ‘unfair to the rest of humanity.’

Her eyeliner was, as always, razor sharp. That signature cat-eye flick. Clean, precise, identical on both sides like she’d measured it with a ruler.

Meanwhile, mine usually looked like I’d been in a fight with the eyeliner…and lost.

Melissa always said it was watching YouTube tutorials that had helped her.

Yeah, I’d watched them too. Didn’t help.

Her eyeshadow was the usual smoky grey, soft but striking, paired with a dark pink lipstick that made her full lips stand out even more. Her blonde hair fell in thick, glossy waves down her back, catching the light as she moved.

You would never guess what she did for a living, or that she was also an exorcist; both of us were. Certified by the church itself.

I, however, looked back down at myself in my boring T-shirt and jeans, my old trainers, and 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 can't really remember these days, but Melissa had come over bright-eyed and curious, asking if she could join in, 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.

The car slowed as we reached our destination. Templar Street. We stepped out. Looking up at the building, we both frowned. It stood quiet and worn, like it had been forgotten. Paint peeled from the walls. One of the upstairs windows was shattered, jagged glass catching what little light touched it.

No warmth.

No life.

Just…stillness.

We looked at one another.

This was supposed to be a family home with a teenage girl and concerned parents.

This house looked abandoned, though.

I was about to suggest we walk away when a deep voice caught our attention.

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

It was a man. He looked to be around our age, maybe late twenties. Tall, easily six foot three, with a solid, athletic build. His black thermal top clung to him, outlining all that muscle.

Neither of us failed to notice his skin was flawless—aside from a scar that ran from his cheek down toward his neck, sharp and pale against the rest of him. His hair was light brown, slightly messy, falling just enough into his eyes to look effortless.

Perfect full lips shaped like Cupid’s bow.

His eyes are what drew our attention the most; almond-shaped, they had 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 lovestruck 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?" She asked.

His expression shifted, becoming almost solemn as he nodded. "Yes. I know it’s not an appealing sight. The window, my daughter I’m afraid.” He gestured vaguely. “And the rest of the house, it's like this demon being here has changed everything. All the plants have died, our pets, and, by the looks of it, our home.”

He paused, then said, “Come on in, I will show you to her room.

We moved to follow him around the back of the house, then I stopped short. "Sorry, I just need to go get my stuff from the car. I'll catch you up."

They both nodded, continuing on inside. I headed back to my car. I grabbed my bag—checking quickly. 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, 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 was 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, he pulled something out, hiding it behind his back; it was a big a.ss 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 launched forward and wrapped my arms around his waist, tackling him to the floor. Caught by surprise, he crashed to the floor hard with me on top and the syringe flying from his hands.

He rolled over so that I was straddling his waist, and when he saw me, 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 up between her legs, she quickly closed them 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, my grip on him tightening.

He shrugged slightly beneath me. "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 asked defensively.

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

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 incredulously, 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 a second syringe into the side of Melissa's leg and was up on his feet before either of us realized what was happening.

“Melissa!” I cried out.

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.

Cold panic flooded my chest.

He looked up at me and said, "come on, don't make it harder on yourself, babe, come here." He withdrew another needle—how many did this man have!—and went to plunge it into the side of my neck, but I dodged it.

He tried again, but I blocked that too. Six years of karate had helped. I knocked his arm aside, swept his leg, and ran out of the house and to the car.

My hand shook as I started 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 sharply just as he came running out towards me.

I sped down the driveway, and looking in my rearview mirror, saw him standing there and waving. My grip on the steering wheel tightened.

What the hell was wrong with that man?