The Vampire’s Kiss Chapter Seven: Angel’s Stained Passion by mypenname3000
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The angel Aurora faces down the vampire Damien. But is she still righteous after falling from Heaven? , The Vampire’s Kiss
Chapter 7: Angel’s Stained Passion
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2016
Aurora the fallen angel had thrown off the shackles of Heaven’s pathetic rules. All they did was constrain the forces of good and allow evil to flourish unchecked. To allow Jezebel to flourish unchecked and protect her client, Faust.
Aurora would see the vampire Faust slain and Jezebel’s plans undone. She would not flinch in the pursuit of righteousness. She would use every tool at her disposal, including the vampire Damien. He had once been a good man, a vampire hunter until he and his wife Abigail ran afoul of Faust’s twisted machinations.
But Damien had to be reined in. Already he had turned one virgin into his thrall, a mortal gifted with enhanced physical attributes, and another girl into a vampire. She feared what he would do now that he had a taste of blood. She needed to hone him into her weapon and aim him at Faust.
She would throw him like a javelin at the vampire. He would kill Faust to rescue his wife and avenge their treatment.
Then Aurora would have a decision to make. If she could still harness Damien and keep his appetites under control, she could use him to hunt more vampires and the other denizens that lurk in the shadows and preyed upon mankind.
But not if he kept feasting on women. Even if he turned his victims into vampires, he still destroyed their lives and gave them only a shadowed unlife. Even poor Britney Lawson, his thrall, had her life irrevocably altered. She was tied to his energy. When he died, so would she.
In a way, she was already dead, just like Mary Daniels, his vampiress.
Aurora reached Chicago, tracking Damien’s trail. While she had been in Heaven receiving her punishment, he had moved from the small town of Pingree Grove to the city. It was a good sign. Faust and Damien’s captured wife were in the city. He was focused.
She reached a club, its dance music thudding into the dark night. Crowds of men and women, all reeking of sin and drugs, queued to get in and lose themselves to hedonism. Damien lurked on the second floor, in a loft apartment over the club. She circled the building unseen in the Ether and landed before the loft’s door.
“Aurora,” gasped Gideon, the angel that had assisted her. He still monitored Damien after she had been hauled into Heaven. “You’re wings.”
Her once white wings were stained with ash. She flared them as she glared at the angel. “Do not interfere, Gideon, I would hate to have to injure you.”
“Injure?” Angels could appear in a variety of forms limited only by their gender. Gideon adopted a scholarly appearance. The shock of her words caused his wire-rimmed glasses to slip down his nose. “Aurora, you wouldn’t.”
“I do what must be done for the good of the world,” I answered. “I am free of the rules. It is time to intervene.”
Gideon swallowed. “Your presences is disrupting the probability factors surrounding Damien’s mission. Right now, he is focused on killing Faust and rescuing his wife. Things are progressing mostly to your liking. No intervention is necessary.”
“Has he fed again? Has he increased his victims?” Aurora’s eyes seized his. “Well?”
Gideon swallowed. “Twice. He has a second thrall and turned another vampiress. They are inside going through the change. Other then them, Damien is alone.”
“Then more evil has been allowed to be perpetrated,” Aurora declared. “I will make sure Damien understands.”
Aurora stepped into the real world, manifesting without Heaven’s permission. It was wonderful to act under her own agency. She grasped the doorknob, twisted, and threw the door open. She stepped through into the loft and faced Damien.
Damien recognized her. He stood naked and powerful, his dark-brown hair giving him a dark, rugged, bad boy vibe. He had the body and face that women panted after. At his feet lay his newest victims, a light-skinned African-American and a gorgeous Hispanic. Blood scented the air.
“I tried to save you,” Aurora said as she strode across the loft, her head shaking at his victims. I will keep you from becoming a complete monster. “This has to stop. You can’t keep ruining women’s lives and making them yours. You need to find your purpose again.”
“Or you’ll kill me?” snarled Damien.
He lunged at Aurora.
The fallen angel had not anticipated Damien attacking. She had anticipated reaching through to Damien’s good heart. She had glimpsed it still even after the change. He did fight against his nature. Technically, he had avoided killing, though turning two women into vampiresses and another two into thralls skirted that edge.
“Wait,” she cried out before he crashed into her.
His weight bore them to the floor. Gray feathers rained in the air as he pinned her to the floor. His eyes blazed as he stared down at her. His strong fingers held her shoulders. Her large, naked breasts heaved beneath him, and she was all too aware of his cock pressing on her belly.
“Do you think you can stop me from killing Faust? I will not be easy prey for Heaven and the hunters. I will rescue my wife.”
“I’m here to help you,” Aurora snarled. She bucked her body and threw him over her head. She flapped her wings and popped up to her feet. She spun around. “You just need to control your dark appetites.”
Damien moved fast. He was a trained hunter, an expert fighter, and now he was enhanced with a vampire’s supernatural strength and reflexes. When she threw him, he let the momentum carry him into a roll. He came up and jumped at the wall. Aurora frowned until he twisted and planted his feet square on the wall.
He leaped and threw himself at her.
“Heaven’s light,” she gasped right before Damien crashed into her stomach. The air burst from Aurora’s lungs. She had manifested. She had a body so long as she walked the mortal world.
A body that could feel pain.
The force of his impact threw her back. She soared across the room and crashed into one of the loft’s support columns. It was solid concrete, rebounding her body. The plaster that covered the column cracked and fell with her to the ground.
“Damien,” she coughed as he rushed at her. “You do not want to do this. I am a warrior of light. A sword of Heaven. Purity blazes in me.”
Damien bared his fangs.
Aurora’s tool against the darkness was lost. He rushed at her, his face set. He would kill her. She summoned her sword. It flashed to life in her hand, but its pure blaze sputtered and flickered. She didn’t care. It was a weapon made of Heaven’s light. She lunged as she stood, thrusting the sword at his chest.
Damien twisted, and her blade rushed by him. He slipped past her weapon and into her guard.
“I will not be easy meat,” he growled and seized her right wrist. His other hand slammed into her throat. If she were human, her broken trachea would have seen her choking and dieing.
But her body was made of sterner substance—light.