Knight Angel

The sun had set two hours ago in San Antonio, Texas. It was a humid and windy October 31st, all hallows eve, a night where ghosts and all things paranormal came out to haunt and terrorize the human race. At least that was what the old wives tales told us. No one ever thought them to be true. How wrong they would end up being, especially on this night.

Hiding behind a metal park bench was the beautiful Natalya Jones, dressed in a violet mini-skirt, giving everyone a perfect view of her tanned long, slender legs, and a white halter top. Her shirt showed off a bit of her cleavage, more than she would prefer, but all-in-all she looked classy. She was a young woman of twenty-seven; half American, half Italian.

Just two hours prior she had been at a restaurant called The Olive Garden with some of her friends. She was laughing and cracking jokes with them when suddenly they heard people screaming and cars crashing into each other. Her and her friends stood from their booth and ran to the window to peek outside. What they saw baffled them.

Her friend, Daniella, gasped. "What's wrong with the sky?"

The sky was blood red. They all thought that was very peculiar. Sunset had already passed and they were always more of an orangish red. Not crimson. Each of them jolted to the exit and opened the door, stepping onto the sidewalk. They glanced about the streets. There had to be a legitimate reason for the disturbance. The people looked like they were trying to get away from something, possibly someone. But Natalya and her friends saw nothing.

“Sir,” out of curiosity, one of her guy friends stopped a middle aged man. "Why is everyone going crazy and running about?"

"You'd better run, too, boy." the man panicked. "Vampires; werewolves; they are everywhere."

The man grabbed Natalya's hand. "Go! Find somewhere safe...and hide." He then raced away from them.

"Vampires; werewolves?" she questioned her friends. "There is no such thing, right?"

After those exact words left her lips two vampires flew down at them. They cried out and ran the opposite direction of one another, leaving them to fend for themselves. Being the smart one, Natalya kicked off her white heels and made her escape. She hid in the park; hoping luck was on her side. So far, it was. It was much different for her friends, though. In a matter of seconds they were captured.

With every gust of the wind her long black hair would blow into her abnormal diamond-hued eyes. Natalya held back her sobs as she watched each of them being shackled and lead to their doom.

She had to witness Daniella, one of her female friends, being taken. She was also the one closest to her, the only person Natalya confided in about her heritage, about the prophecy. She was the only one Natalya revealed the truth to about the color of her eyes. Natalya always informed everyone else that they were colored contacts. Daniella honestly believed Natalya would someday save the human race.

"I put my faith and trust in you, Nat." Daniella had replied after Natalya filled her in about everything three years ago.

Natalya's eyes were wide and full of fear due to the scenes before her. How in the hell could she save the human race? Especially, since she did not know if she could save herself. She gasped at what was unfolding.

The humans were being imprisoned in huge metal cages. All females were locked in separate cages than the men. Shackles, connected to strong chains, were clamped about their wrists. And they rattled and clanked as each of them were forced into their holding cage. The women comforted one another while most of the men shouted threats of death at the vampires. Tears stained their faces and sorrow clouded their eyes.

Natalya, as well as every other human being, who caught sight of these creatures, thought that they were inhumanly attractive or frightening and ugly. She believed they were only myths, written about in fictional books. Yet there they were, and over-ruling the humans. So much for mortal defense weapons, they did not even stand a chance.

The first species had pale complexions, vibrant eyes, and sharp features. They were well built, standing at about seven feet tall. No matter what they did, it was done with such fluid grace. These were vampires.

The second species were grotesque, wolf-like. Their fur was greasy in appearance and matted down. They stood at eight to nine feet tall and their mouths were full of sharp fangs. Thick strands of saliva dripped from their teeth. Long blood-stained claws protruded from their large paws. They followed the vampire’s commands, bowing to their every whim. These were lycanthropes, or werewolves.

Watching with her hand over her lips, Natalya prayed she would not be found. She refused to be locked up like a rabid animal. Her mind believed that she was not going to end up as one of those unfortunate women; no way, no how. She would get away. And she would fight for her life, until death if need be. For now, though, she would keep hidden.

Natalya did not know that her heart beat was giving her position away. In an instant, the flow of her blood caused the creatures senses to jump to overdrive. A werewolf raised his snout in the air and took a deep breath through his nose. It sauntered into the park area, stalking her out. She just about gasped loudly as it came closer. But she clamped the hand harder around her mouth to silence herself.

"What is it?" One of the vampires asked the lycan who was sniffing Natalya out. He had short, light brown hair. His eyes were dark gray, holding mystery. He was at least six feet and seven inches in height. His chest muscles rippled through the red unbuttoned dress shirt he wore. He had a slightly long nose. His lips were full and soft in appearance.

"Human." the lycan growled in response.

The vampire, handsome as he was, grinned evilly. His gleaming eyes danced about the park, looking for the fresh mortal. He too smelled her. And her scent was intoxicating. Very quietly, he made his way through the desolate area. His long black coat swayed through the breeze behind him. At first glance one would think he was an angel. That he was the epitome of a god. However, they would learn very quickly that he was more like a devil. He was vile and wicked.

Natayla held her breath tightly. She watched as he got nearer. Her body started to tremble. Now was not the time to let her fear take control. And she knew that, without a shadow of a doubt. However, something in his eyes called out to her. Maybe he wouldn't be so bad, she thought, but mentally slapped herself afterward.

"Come out, come out, little mouse." His baritone whisper sent chills down her spine. "You cannot hide from me."

"Treyan, what are you doing?" Another vampire, with a thick unworldly accent, questioned.

"Hush, Jerico." Treyan murmured. "Someone wants to play hide and seek. Can't you smell her?"

Treyan was Jerico's cousin; if it would have been any other to address him by his name, they would have been punished severely. Jerico was the prince of all vampires. His father, King Rajion, had finally given his son and nephew the permission to overtake the mortal realm.

Jerico inhaled deeply and sighed. "Ah, that scent. It's remarkable."

Treyan smirked. "There has been only one other time that I've smelled a scent such as this one. And it was not a female."

Natalya sat very still, watching the two vampires and listening to their words. Jerico, from what she could see, was at least six feet and nine inches tall. His face was covered by his hooded trench coat. She couldn't make out anything about his appearance. His back was always to her.

"Yes, but this one is." Jerico said.

"Back then it was a full-fledged ang..."

Treyan's sentence was blocked out as a low growl sounded behind Natalya. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Tears blinded her vision. She had been found. Natalya's head spun around slowly. Her mouth opened, about to bellow out a scream. In front of her was a huge lycan ready to pounce on top of her. Her eyes followed him as he circled her, giving her the impression that he would devour her if she moved.

"Venom, enough," Jerico roared. "Bring her to me."

Venom's right paw rose. Natalya covered her face with her arms. She was preparing herself for the blow that was about to come down on her. Her ears picked up the sound of shredding cloth. She peeked through her fingers and saw that the lycan had impaled the front of her shirt with its claws.

She let out an ear-piercing shriek as he lifted her into the air. He tromped over to his master and dropped Natalya at Jerico's feet. Her heart beat uncontrollably. She started to feel nauseous. And after toppling on the ground, her body ached.

Treyan gazed down at her and laughed. "Did the Big Bad Wolf catch Little Miss Riding Hood?" He stooped down to get a better look at her.

Natalya scooted back, away from him. "No! Don't touch me!"

He laughed. "I rather like this one. She's feisty."

"Yes, those are the most fun to tame."

Treyan grabbed her wrist as she was about to escape. "Ah, ah, ah, where do you think you're going, little mouse?" He smoothed her hair from her face.

"Let me get a good look at you." The first thing he realized was how beautiful she was. But as soon as he looked into her sparkling diamond colored eyes his gray ones widened. "Jerico, get a look at this."

Jerico peered down at her. "That’s very interesting."

"Our night can't get any better, Jer." Treyan announced. "You know he'll want to see this. Her kind is very special. I wonder which one got her mother pregnant."

"Indeed." Jerico agreed. "Girl, what's your name?"

"Anamarie, " she lied.

Treyan sniffed her neck. "Which angel planted the seed in your mother?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Treyan snickered. "She doesn't realize that we know when someone lies."

Jerico seethed. "Don't play games, pet. You will lose very quickly."

Treyan grasped her chin in his strong hand. "Tell us the truth, little mouse, or I'll make you watch one of these precious mortal's of yours being slaughtered."

"No! You wouldn't dare." she cried.

"Oh, I would." Treyan confirmed.

"Please, don't. I'll tell you the truth. Just leave them alone."

"That's much better." he stated and pet her head. "Good girl."

"My name is Natalya Leora Jones."

"Leora?" Treyan questioned. "Jerico, Leora means light in Hebrew, right?"

Jerico grinned, staring hungrily down at her. "It does. Now, who was the angel?"

She lowered her head in shame. "Raphael."

Both vampires eyes widened, but Jerico was the first to speak. "You're correct, Trey, he's definitely going to want to know about her."

"Who?" Natalya hollered in terror.

"All questions will be answered in due time." Jerico told her. "But first, and foremost, you're coming with us."

"Put on your best excited face, sweetness, you're about to meet royalty." Treyan forgot to mention that she had unknowingly met two royals already. She would learn that later. They had to keep their identities a secret to others outside of the castle grounds for safety purposes.

Natalya glared at them. "I'm not going anywhere." She jerked her wrist free and made a run for it. "You're not taking me to Lucifer."

"Venom, get her!"

Natalya's face paled as the lycan howled loudly, signaling another for its help. She heard them behind her, charging her. And her legs carried her more hastily out of the park. She jolted down the road, running for her life and trying her best to outrun the three creatures.

She did not have a clue how she was going to hide her scent from them; didn't even know where to go, if there was a place. All she knew was the fact that she was surrounded at all sides just about.

Anxiety hit her, full force. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. Her throat was dry and sore, due to her raspy breathing. She was panicking and tripping over her own two feet.

Venom was on her right. Another lycan was to her left. Her only alternative was to keep going straight. Both were closing in on her. Treyan was behind her and gaining speed. The three were catching up to her fast. And she had the strangest feeling that they liked the chase.

Natalya was inches away from a barbed wire fence. She could: (a) let it become her dead-end and be captured; or (b) climb the fence and risk scraping herself on its jagged edges.

If she attempted to jump over the fence, cutting herself in the process, she would not be able to cover the scent of her blood. She wouldn't be able to hide anywhere. Both choices would end badly and she would be caught either way. So, she made a quick decision and climbed the fence. Just maybe luck would be on her side.

Halfway over, she sliced her right arm and both palms on a barb. Natalya cried out, shimmied her body to the other side and let go. She fell, landing roughly against the pavement, on her right side. Pain streaked through her. She scrambled up to her knees, although her kneecaps were already bruised.

Natalya turned to glance behind her. The one known as Treyan was coming up to the fence. She screamed as he flew to the top of it and crouched. Treyan stared down at her, amusement in his eyes.

"Leave me alone!" she shouted at him and tried to stand.

Natalya wailed in pain, dropping to her knees once more. Tears filled her bottom lids. He grinned and jumped off of the fence, landing on his feet in front of her.

His head gave a gentle shake, giving her his answer. Treyan circled her tired body and chuckled. He knelt down next to her and inhaled sharply. His eyes rolled to the back of his head with delight.

"You are so tempting." he whispered, swiping her long hair to the other side.

Natalya's heart pounded. "What are you d..?"

Treyan cut her off, "So fucking beautiful." He glided his fingertips against her cheek. His touch proceeded downward causing her to bare her neck to his gaze.

"So helpless." He fisted her hair and trailed his tongue from her cleavage to her earlobe, groaning at her taste. The lycan’s stayed a distance away from her. Their black eyes glued on her, prepared to chase after her if need be.

Treyan grasped her hand and she whimpered. He helped her to her feet and brought her bleeding hands to his mouth. His lips touched her cuts with gentle kisses. Masterfully, his tongue cleaned up the blood from her right arm.

Natalya sucked in a breath through her teeth. His saliva stung slightly. Treyan continued licking her scratches, though. He moaned and cupped one breast, still covered with her thin halter top, massaging the mound.

"No, please." she murmured.

Natalya watched the corner of his mouth rise into a lustful grin. She shrieked as she felt him grip the bottom fringes of her skirt and tear the whole thing from her body. She was left in her top and tiny white thong.

She dropped to her rear, pulling her legs up to her body. Her eyes widened in horror and she wrapped her arms about her naked limbs. What was he going to do to her? What nerved her more was the whereabouts of the other vampire. He hadn't been present during the pursuit or this scenario.

As if reading her mind, Jerico appeared silently behind her. He knew she had not noticed his presence. He watched her scoot back from Treyan. His cousin raised her skirt up to his face and sniffed the dainty cloth. Jerico grinned.

Treyan sighed. "And you smell so damn good, so pure."

Humiliated, Natalya attempted to crawl away, but halted instantly. A pair of black boots hindered her from proceeding. She looked up. Standing in front of her was Jerico. His face was still unable to be seen. She could feel the dark power radiating from his entire being. Definitely intimidated by him, she retraced her steps backward on her knees.

"Please, I'm a virgin. Just let me go." she tried to say, but was interrupted.

"No!" His authoritive tone sent her mind reeling with many emotions. "Come here."

She slowly shook her head from side to side, “Never.”

Jerico smirked, chuckling nefariously. Her defiance was most amusing. But she wouldn't get away from him, ever. Being the prince of vampires had its perks. His father would instantly approve of his son's plans for Natalya. And Jerico had delicious plans, indeed.

The more she scooted away from him, the closer Jerico sauntered toward her. His aura was frightening. He backed her up against Treyan's legs. Jerico walked up to her and knelt to one knee, sliding the hood from his head, revealing his face.

The corner of his mouth lifted once he heard her gasp. He knew the reason. Natalya had never seen a man look like him. Her eyes roamed his body from top to bottom. He was absolutely breath-taking. She had to fight the urge to touch his full, soft lips with her fingertips.

Jerico's nose was medium in size, perfect. He had high cheek bones and a strong jaw. No facial hair adorned his face. His short midnight hair was spiked with what looked like hair gel. He had no shirt on whatsoever, which he rarely ever did. She wanted so desperately to run her hands down his chest; to trace each bulging muscle in his abdomen. Stopping herself, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and held on for dear life.

He was a god to her. Her approving gaze lowered to his black trousers and down to his black boots. She looked up again and into his eyes, gasping for the second time. They were the color of crimson. Goodness, this man is the epitome of power and perfection, she thought to herself.

Jerico's smirk turned into a full grin. He would have a lot of fun with this one. Natalya was all he craved. No other would have her, only him. He already claimed her in his mind. Now all he had to do was mark her. After that, every creature would know she was his. They would never lay a finger on his pet. They hadn't the guts.

Only a small number of his fellow vampires were the same kind as he. It was true about all vampires being the best seducers. But throw in a mixture of a vampire and an incubus; the seduction would be a hundred times stronger. That's exactly what Jerico and Treyan were; half incubus, half vampire.

Jerico's loins burned with desire. He felt his member jerk in his trousers. Fuck, he thought to himself, wanting her badly. Yet he would wait until she was ready for him. And it would be him to take her, to fill her vaginal walls with his seed.

"Natalya," he spoke her name softly.

Jerico offered her his hand. She let loose of her shirt and took it, completely spellbound. He raised her off of the pavement and to her feet. She winced, almost falling to her knees again. Yet he did not let her drop.

Treyan trailed his hands down her arms and easily pried her fingers from Jerico's hold. He lifted them above her head and slid them around his neck, holding them there. Jerico took this opportunity to explore her body. And he did just that, very gently. Very slowly.

He heard her heart pounding with excitement and fear. His fingers brushed against her nipples. Again he grinned as they formed into two hard peaks. He knew then that she was hungering for him as well.

Jerico took his sexual ministrations further, to see just how far she would let him go. He grabbed a handful of her right butt cheek and pushed her pelvis into his hardened groin. A squeak of surprise left her lips. His red eyes held her diamond ones, keeping her under his spell. He moved his hand to her inner thigh and stroked the right first, then the left.

Treyan began to suck, lick, and kiss all over her neck. Natalya laid her head back onto his shoulder to give him better access. Once Jerico heard her sigh softly with enjoyment, he decided to test her even further. His fingers rubbed against her virgin sex, but making it appear an accident. His lips curved up as she bucked against his hand and gasped in pleasure.

Jerico took a step back and gazed at his virgin, writhing in ecstasy from their touches. He knelt to one knee and slid her shirt up to reveal her flat stomach. He pressed his lips against her belly, kissing slowly. His tongue played around her belly button. He could already smell her arousal.

He stood up again and told Treyan to remove her shirt. Treyan stopped kissing her pulse and growled, apparently he was aroused as much as the prince. He ripped it in half and turned her face to the side. His mouth captured hers quickly. His tongue playing against hers. He was hungry for her taste.

Jerico's eyes were taking in her naked voluptuous breasts rising and falling with every breath. He used the straps of her halter top to tie her wrists together behind Treyan's neck. He cupped her right breast and massaged it. His thumb and forefinger pinched her hardened nipple tenderly, winning a soft moan from her.

Jerico glided his hand down her stomach to the top of her panties. She felt him slide his hand down further. Her breath hitched as his thumb rolled against her pearl. She was blinded by desire, yearning. Her mind was wrapped around the two vampires masterful hands.

Jerico pulled her face away from Treyan's. His lustful blood colored eyes held hers prisoner. She tried hard, but she couldn't tear her own eyes away. Treyan did not mind that Jerico broke their kiss, he nibbled on her neck and earlobe some more.

Jerico tilted her chin up and caught her lower lip with his teeth. He suckled on it sliding his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her long and hard. His lips were so soft, so luscious. And he thought the same about her.

Treyan's kiss was great, sending warmth between her thighs. However, when Jerico kissed her it made her head spin. The junction between her legs was sopping wet, hot, throbbing with need. She opened her wanting mouth in sweet surrender.

Little beads of sweat formed along her hairline If they kept these ministrations up, she new her virginity would be gone in a split second. But the question was, would she even want to stop either of them?

Jerico broke the kiss and lowered his mouth to her other breast. His tongue swiped around her nipple, relishing in her taste. Loving the flavor of her skin, he hungered for her elsewhere. He stared into her glassy eyes and taking his time he pulled her underwear down her legs. His fingertips trailed up the slender limbs.

"I want to taste you." he whispered huskily. "Will you allow me to?"

"Yes.." she murmured quietly.

Jerico's eyes lit up with victory and he went to his knees. He lifted her legs and wrapped them around his neck. His member jumped again, becoming hard as a rock with need, as he caught the view of her bare sex. Not a pubic hair in sight. He drew his tongue against her swollen clit.

Treyan's hand fisted in her hair. "You like that?"

"Yes.." she moaned.

"Then you'll love this." Treyan slipped his long finger into her pussy from her backside. His hot tongue slithered against the shell of her ear. With quick thrusts he fucked her with his finger, showing no remorse. And she bucked against Jerico's face, like a wanton bitch in heat.

Treyan pulled his finger out of her sex and showed it to her, all covered in her juices. Her eyes were glued on his tongue cleaning the digits, relishing in her sweetness. He kissed her then, allowing her to taste herself.

Jerico cupped and massaged her breasts, rubbing her hard nipples. He grabbed her butt and shoved her into his face more, licking her opening, nibbling her clit. He wanted her so much. But she still wasn't prepared. And he did not want to hurt her.

A moan escaped her lips in pure abandon, "Jerico."

Just hearing his name slip passed her lips caused him to dive his long skillful tongue into her canal. He groaned in appreciation. She tasted more than perfect to him. He would eat her sex all day and night long if he could. Fuck, she's so fucking tight, he claimed in his thoughts.

He definitely anticipated feeling her tightness wrapped around his bulging member. Then, the thought came to him. He could take her here. Treyan would not mind.

It would have seemed that he was under her spell as well, if she was able to place one on someone. But the truth was, she wasn't. Jerico was becoming caught up in his sexual hunger for Natalya.

He began eating her pussy like a sex-crazed maniac. Maybe, when it came to her, he was. He suckled on her clit and penetrated her womanhood with one finger. She was so wet for him, drenched, ready to be taken. With his unoccupied hand he unzipped his trousers and pulled his penis through the opening. He rubbed himself imagining her vaginal walls surrounding him.

His finger probed her with speed. Sweat dripped from her brow. He listened to her moans and screams of desire, adding another finger. Jerico heard her cry out in ecstasy. He felt her tighten more so and cum all over his fingers. He stuck them into his mouth and swallowed every last drop.

It was time. Time to make her scream in absolute pleasure as he fucked her senselessly. He could not wait any longer and unsnapped the button of his trousers. They fell to his ankles.

Jerico licked from her entrance to her hardened bud, lubricating her sex more with his saliva. He placed her on her feet and stood to his as well. He did not let her stand for too long as his hands slipped under her knees. He lifted her up again. This time he secured her legs around his waist.

He massaged her breasts and Treyan went to rubbing her clit. Both leaned down to her neck, one on each side. Their incisors lengthened. At the same time, they sank their fangs into her vein as Jerico plunged his member into her virgin sex.

Natalya felt her pleasure heighten as both vampires bit her and Jerico took her virginity. There was no pain whatsoever. She realized that this was what she wanted. It was up to her the whole time. And she knew that he would not have taken her if she would have tried to stop him. Why was she so drawn to this god-like creature?

Jerico waited until she got use to his size before he pulled out only to push back in. He moved slowly in and out of her hot fissure. She was even tighter than he imagined. He knew that her walls would milk him for all he's worth, all he had, once she orgasmed. He had no complaints about that, though.

His eyes gazed into hers with a fire so intense, not even an extinguisher would be able to put it out. His original plan was to fuck the hell out of his virgin. Maybe even make her his sex toy. Now, he was feeling so much different. He was being intimate with her. The emotions were very weird and unfamiliar to him.

He penetrated her unhurriedly and deep. His hands fisted into her hair. He made love to his virgin. While doing so, the feeling for her intensified and Jerico had to catch himself before he said something frightening to Natalya. It was a statement that had never before left his lips. The words, I love you.

Jerico felt her inside walls squeezing him. He knew she was about there. She was panting, crying out to him. Begging him to never stop. To stay with her always. And he would. He'd never leave her side.

"You're mine always, Natalya. Always." Were the words he relayed to her thoughts. She clenched around him and screamed. Her orgasm was intense. It was nothing like the first. This one was absolutely mind-blowing.

Jerico removed his fangs from her bleeding throat as his own climax came. He roared with release and sliced his wrist open. A drop of his blood seeped into the wound he left on her neck. His mark was complete.

He lapped up the trails of blood his and Treyan's bites left behind. His mouth, then, enclosed on hers and he kissed her with every passion he possessed. It was odd, he didn't drain much from her, like he normally would any other woman. That was not like him at all.

Jerico watched her eyes roll back as she fell into a peaceful oblivion. He also noticed Treyan was acting rather strange after feeding from her. He did not mark her, just drank her blood. And her blood was definitely a drug to both of them, so sweet and addicting. But to take any more would most definitely kill her. He did not want that.

Treyan gazed adoringly at her. "You're feeling it, too. Aren't you, Jer?"

"Feeling what?" Jerico questioned.

Treyan glared at him. "You know damn well what. I see it in your eyes, Jerico." He peered down at her with soft eyes again. "Just as you see it in mine."

"Yes, I know." Jerico admitted.

Treyan sighed. "What are we going to do? We are in love with the same woman."

"Not just any woman, Trey." Jerico stated. "The worlds last Nephilim."

"Many will be coming for her." Treyan groaned. "And you know who else wants her."

"No!" Jerico growled. "He cannot have her. I'll protect her from Lucifer. And even if I die in the process, I will fight him from ever getting her."

"You and I both, Jer." Treyan stated. "She is worth it."

Jerico peered down at her, his eyes sparkling with intimacy. "I love you, my Natalya, my Nephilim."