He obeyed.
Fen focused on the blue light, keeping his head turned in a position that exposed the skin of his neck and the bite mark surrounded by bruises. A chaos clock ticked, counting down the minutes until he’d feel that horrible pain which would slowly evolve into an even worse sensation of longing, a forbidden desire to give himself to this creature in body and soul. He was trembling, but if it was the fear or the need he didn’t know.
The clock ticked on but Gabriel hadn’t moved.
A soft noise escaped him and Fen worked up a small bit of courage to look.
Gabriel lord above him; his eyes, inhumanly wide and unblinking, as red as temptation and pupils carrying cat-like slits. He was lost like he was the other night, lost in whatever memories that were playing in his mind once the curtains rose. His lip twitched, no, it trembled, and Fen assumed he was remembering something ruinous.
The chaos clock struck and the tick of a new hour brought Gabriel back, his eyes glanced down, yet the rest of his body remained as still as stone. With their stares locked, Fen’s body was overcome with a series of sickly-sweet feelings: deep cuts and a slow lick up the skin of his neck, the burning of too-tight ropes and a shiver from someone whispering dark promises in his ear, a hungry kiss with a painful bite, and fangs sinking into his neck for eternity.
He didn’t know which feelings to focus on, which to trust. Were they Gabriel’s enchantment or were they the beautifully grotesque feelings hiding deep within him, waiting to be freed by someone willing to spill the blood needed to summon them.
Fen blinked out of his trance and gasped when Gabriel appeared closer, examining him curiously and looming like an unexplained sense of foreboding.
The vampire’s face met Fen’s cheek, inhaling the scent of his flesh and hair, sliding careful lips over his jaw. He shivered, suppressing a moan as Gabriel’s mouth opened wide enough to allow the tips of those fangs to slide down his neck threateningly, teasingly.
Fen inhaled, letting out the reluctant moan he tried hiding when Gabriel bit down, sinking in slow enough for him to feel the thickening of each fang the deeper they want. But this time, it was different. The pain was the pleasure, a vibrant pulsing through his body that promised him such frightening things; an eternity dripping with red and the cold embrace of cruel shadows.
Gabriel opened Fen’s legs and pressed them into the ground, thrusting his body near enough to draw out another moan and then another. Fen’s voice, hungry and needy, filled the room as Gabriel’s jaw locked down until he could feel every bit of blood being stolen from his body. Fen’s pants tightened and the fabric of his shirt started to rub against hard nipples, every stir and every movement was ecstasy. And Gabriel was aware of it.
Cold hands slid up his shirt, Fen grabbed the man’s wrist, but stopping him wasn't an option. His hand continued and found the sensitive flesh of his nipples, pinching them hard enough to make him gasp.
Fen opened his mouth to replace his moans with pleading, but the sudden thrust of fingers silenced him and drawing out a muffled cry. Pointed claws played with his palette, taunted his tongue and slid further into his throat, gathering salvia and tormenting him to the point of choking.
And he wanted more.
Fen's eyes nearly rolled back as the vampire fed up to his satisfaction.
When Gabriel lifted from his neck with a creature’s gasp and removed his fingers.
They inhaled together.
Time stopped in Fen’s euphoric daze and he looked up at Gabriel, who watched him with bloodied teeth and a stare that promised to fuck him just as quickly as he would rip out his throat. And, as if instinctively, Fen reached up and stroked the demon’s face tenderly, wishing he’d bite again if only to feel an inch closer to paradise.
Gabriel settled in that moment, his red eyes shifting and the demonic slit in them vanished. He stared at Fen before his expression softened and he smiled, one that looked terrifyingly endearing. Slowly, that charred arm began to heal, skin growing over the blackened burns and the pain in Gabriel’s expression was replaced with that strange look.
Then, voices from outside and the clock moved again.
Fen almost jumped out of his skin when he looked to the door, the reverie shattering, and he listened to a group of them talk, trying to make their way inside.
Fen quickly looked up to Gabriel.
But he was gone.
“…Gabriel?” Fen whispered nervously, but the door was hit with a sudden force that busted the lock.
It was too dark to see them clearly, yet Fen counted four bodies entering when he stood. They approached, backing him into the blue light as one of them chuckled.
“Well, well, that asshole was right,” The voice was so disgusting that Fen wanted to vomit and his mind raced with dark memories as that tatted face stepped into the light. “Looks like you really are hiding out in here.”
Teardrops, a missing ear, a scratching laugh.
Tony.
His friends stood behind him, faces he didn’t recognize, and in that observation, Tony reached out and grabbed him by the throat.
“Get the fuck off me!” Fen yelled, pulling against the man’s grip
One of his friends came up behind Fen and seized him by the hair, yanking his head back with a painful force and holding his wrists together.
“There’s a lot of people looking for you, slut,” Tony blew smoke into his face, a mix of weed and liquor on his breath. “I heard what the cops found in your apartment, Kellen dead and ripped open like a gutted fucking animal.”
With his wrists and head held in place, Tony pried open his eyelid with dirty fingers and lifted his joint, hovering it above Fen's exposed eye as he tried to inch away. Terror ran through him and he didn’t know which was the lesser evil to focus on. “Who killed him? And don’t fucking lie to me, Fen.”
When heavy and uneven breathes were his only response, Tony’s eyes narrowed and he struck Fen across the face, grabbing it and squeezing hard enough to make him feel like his jaw was going to shatter when their eyes were forced to meet again. “Who killed him? Was it Victor Moreno?” His voice rose.
“..N-No…!” Fen whispered hoarsely.
“Then who in the fuck killed—“
A scream tore through the darkness, interrupting them when the man holding onto Fen was yanked into the darkness. He cried out in agony and pain, the rest of them listening to the tearing of flesh and the snapping of bones, nightmarish sounds that echoed all around them, lifting the panic and fear in the room.
Then a gurgled final cry.
Tony shoved Fen away and pulled a gun from his waist, a friend of his did the same, but a third backed closer to the door.
Fen was the only one who saw it; a hand with fingers too long to be a vampire or human and claws like blades grabbing the fleeing man’s head and yanking him into the shadows to join his unfortunate friend.
The screaming, the sounds of a demon eating, ripping, tearing, breaking things apart. Fen covered his ears to silence those horrible noises. But there would be an eternity of them.
“What in the fuck is going on?! Vinny! Joe!” The remaining friend hollered into the shadows once the screaming stopped.
They waited.
And a form appeared against the darkness.
The three of them noticed the body—Joe— standing at the edge of shadows and blue light. He stood, still and quiet, the only noises coming from the three of them; breathing, shaking, the clicking of guns.
“J-Joe…?” Tony called out.
Nothing. They waited.
Suddenly, Joe stepped into the light—no, he was brought into it—the tips of his shoes sliding against concrete and his limp, bloody body revealed. Half of his throat missing, flesh hanging and dripping, arms dislocated, and his mouth hanging open in a permanent scream.
The three of them cried out, and Joe’s head was lifted like a puppet, two fingers impaling his eyes from behind, a thumb seen cutting through beneath his tongue and it began to move, controlling the dead man’s jaw.
“I killed him.” The corpse said and Tony yelled in fury, firing his gun with his friend following. Gunshots riddled the body, making it flinch and jump with every bullet until it dropped to the ground in a pile of flesh and blood.
When there were no more bullets to fire, Tony’s shaking hand reloaded, but his remaining friend dropped the empty gun and ran for the door “Fuck this!”
“Fucking moron, don’t—!” Tony turned around and tried to reach for him, but froze when the blood splattered across his face. His friend’s head dropped and rolled to his feet. He stood, staring with wide eyes and a trembling mouth, then his expression tensed and his glare found Fen. “You—!”
Tony pointed the gun his way.
Fen stiffened, readying his body for the pain, but Gabriel rushed past him, appearing out of the shadows like he had been one with them and smashed Tony's head into the wall with a violent force. Gabriel’s grip tightened, holding the body still before pulling it away from the bloodstain left on the wall.
Gabriel watched the limp body in his grip before looking to Fen so quickly that his heart stopped.
The vampire smiled and took Tony’s head, lifting it like a trophy to display. A broken nose, several cracked and missing teeth, and so much blood.
“Surprise!” He laughed, one that gave the illusion his mouth and fangs were wider than they had been. If it was an illusion.
Fen stood, wide-eyed and mouth open, shaking and afraid, disgusted and horrified.
He said nothing.
So, Gabriel did.
“Just as you asked” Tony was still alive, Fen saw him breathing and his fingers twitching. “I must admit, I haven’t been burned by the sun’s grace in quite a while that I almost forgot how much it hurt. But, for you, it was well worth it.”
Fen said nothing, he couldn’t.
“Now,” Gabriel tossed something at him. A butterfly knife that clattered against the concrete and rolled to Fen’s feet. “Kill him.”
Fen stared at the knife, lowering to retrieve it before meeting with Gabriel’s blood-hungry eyes. The eyes of a murderer, a monster, the eyes that would consume him if he were to accept that invitation. The screaming, the blood, everything forever, it almost made him insane thinking about it. “I…I…”
“Once you spill his blood, I will guide you into the night, you and I will finally be together! I will satisfy your every desire and I will give you the hearts of your enemies, then I will show you how to take them out yourself!” With every word, he sounded more and more crazed, like a rabid creature attempting to spread its disease.
Fen stared at the vampire and looked down at the knife, his head was throbbing, his heart was speeding up and slowing down, beating irregularly and threatening to stop. Screams and the breaking of bones and the splashes of blood against a smooth surface, they played in his mind on repeat, a revolting lullaby that was ready to push him off the edge of his own sanity.
“N-No! No…I can’t!” He shouted, closing his eyes and holding his head tightly, hoping to shut off that song.
He knew Gabriel’s eyes had darkened without looking since the shadows of the room became heavier. When he did look up, Gabriel’s glare was something from the vilest pits of human misery, one that made his body feel the need to drop and accept death. Those bloody fangs bared, releasing a silent growl that lit a violent glow in his eyes that burned like a candle’s flame.
“Do it, now!” He snarled, the shadows in the room thickened.
“I don’t want this! I never wanted this! You said—“
“You knew the answer to your fate when you invited me into your home long ago!” His voice was eaten alive by those other demonic voices. “You will give yourself to me!”
Long ago?
Fen shook his head and backed away, the fear inside him had become unbearable as the vampire dropped Tony. And in a bundle of terror and fury, he appeared before Fen and grabbed his face, lifting him off the ground. “Make. Your. Choice! We will kill him together or you two will die together! Because if I can’t cherish you then I will devour you!”
Fen cried out, a sob escaping him when he was pulled closer to the hellish creature’s growing fangs and widened mouth.
Then gunshots and Gabriel’s howl of rage as Fen was dropped.
The vampire turned to Tony, who fired his gun until there was nothing but the clicks of empty chambers.
The man gasped then screamed when Gabriel appeared before him, biting into him without a moment of hesitation. Tony's screaming grew when his neck was torn apart, claws slicing into his face and body, chunks of flesh and muscle painting the walls like a gory piece of art.
Fen frantically backed away, staring at the violent scene before he took a chance and ran for the door.
He escaped into the night, leaving behind the monster’s wails and the man’s screams.
After scaling the chain fence, Fen fell to the ground with a heavy thud, but the pain wouldn’t stop him, he scrambled to his feet when he heard the nightmarish sound of someone calling his name.
He didn’t stop, using the energy Gabriel didn't steal to run as fast as he could down the sidewalks of the city. The outlet was well-lit, filled with crowds, and busy with unsuspecting people who moved or were moved from Fen’s path.
He felt him, felt Gabriel following him somewhere in the shadows.
Fen descended into the subway, running down the many steps and praying he wouldn’t fall or even stumble. The lights popped behind him, following him in a fall of darkness. He jumped the gate and descended again, and he heard the hissing of the train and saw the doors closing.
With a desperate leap, he fell through them, landing harshly against the floor and laying there. When the train began to move, Fen panted unevenly, finding impossible to stop trembling as he got to his feet and took a seat on the empty train.
Hands ran across his wet face, sweat and tears falling, his hands shaking. He sounded in frustration and fear. “Oh god…oh my fucking god…” He whispered against his heavy breathing.
Fuck, Gabriel was going to kill him. He was going to rip him apart.
But, if that was going to happen, he needed to see Vic. He needed to make it to him, somehow, to say everything he should’ve said years ago. His heart was pounding so hard that it hurt, breathing hurt and his head felt the worst. He laid back against the cool window, hoping to calm down if it was at all possible.
However, the black reflections of the train windows fucked with him, showing him glowing eyes and moving forms, but he wasn't sure if it was his mind playing tricks or Gabriel stalking him.
And waiting.
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