Heaven Can Wait
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,157
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter Three
Spinning Beramode arched his sword through the air cutting the vampire behind him in two. There were too many even he knew that but there was no way he was going to simply roll over and play dead. Snarling he lashed out at the closest one he could reach letting his power wash over and through him into his sword. On the next swing the vampire it connected with burst into flames even as one of them grabbed his arm from behind.
Flipping backwards he dislodged the arm snapping the vampires’ neck a second later. Crying out as a blade cut deep into his back where his wings spread from paralysing him instantly as the agony shot through his body. He recovered quickly but the few seconds were enough time for the vampires to grab him and hold him in place. A heavy fist ploughing into his stomach with enough force to make him groan and spots dance before his eyes. The world swam around him as another one was forced into the same spot his body going limp, his sword clattering to the ground from his hand.
“You have killed thirty four of my brethren Angel.” Snarled an angry voice Beramode’s head being jerk up to look at the speaker by his hair.
“I would kill more if given the chance” he ground out past the pain in his gut.
“Still so arrogant you meddlesome thing. Such a pretty little thing though perhaps we should have some fun with you before we kill you. It would be such a shame for you to die without ever having been touched.” The smirking arrogance on the vampires voice only grating at Beramode’s nerves “Your kind must be slipping to send a pretty useless thing like you to fight their battles.”
“How I look works well for what I do filth” spat Beramode angrily “managed to get you to underestimate me didn’t it you pathetic thing.” With a sneer he lashed out with his power ignoring the instant blinding head ache it caused. The vampires holding him disintegrated and he dropped into a roll instantly to retrieve his sword before he sprung back into battle. The slash on his back was a slight hindrance he learnt to compensate for as it refused to heal properly because of the position.
Ducking, turning, spinning thrusting and slashing he flew through the patters of war. Lost in the motion of it and the savageness of it as he killed vampire after vampire quickly losing count as he fought for his life not able to give or gain and inch. Another weapon cut deep into his thigh his leg buckling for a moment forcing him to compensate slashing out behind him and killing the offender. Another slash another gaping wound in his white skin another six vampires dead. But he couldn’t keep this up he just had to hope they backed off before the damage to his body taxed him to much and they gained the upper hand.
Dropping into a crouch with one hand splayed on the ground the other held to the side with his sword, his back to a wall, he waited. To many it would seem a bad tactical position meaning he was caged in, to him it was perfect because then they could only attack from one side. Hot blood trickled down his back and down his leg. His clothes were sticky with more blood than sweat but he wouldn’t give into them now, he might not be able to keep this up but he would be damned if he was going to simply give in.
“What’s the matter Angel… a little worn out are we?” chuckled one of the vampires as the group advanced. He had killed many of them but ever time he did it seemed two came to take the place of the one.
“That happens when I kill so many of your kind it bores me to tears” he snarled back before swinging his sword as they advanced.
Forcing his mind to focus as they fought with him he put all of his thoughts into the motion of his sword, forcing his mind to disconnect from his body to push away the pain of the flesh so he could fight. Something flicked inside him as it always had done in the past and he became nothing more than a tool for his sword. The blade sung with blood as eight more vampires fell to its steel. His mind was blank the world nothing more than a stage to a play and he was nothing but a prop. He was a piece that must be moved at the risk of losing it one that was imperative to the success of Heaven and the protection of man kind. Nothing mattered but that he kill them and kill as many of them as he could before he died because of them.
Rough hands grabbed him making him turn and slay another but then hands were again upon him. They were not simply fighting out of reflex the vampire’s had a plan one that could quite possibly destroy him and everything he was. They grabbed him forcing his body still and then sharp teeth pricked his neck. They thought him to go limp instead he fought harder the hands holding him slipping slightly as he thrashed. Rage bubbled through him turning his blood toxic to the bastard who fed from him he wouldn’t live for more than a day.
Conjuring his strength another wave of power erupted from him sending them flying to the ground. He was free again but his body was tainted and dizzy. The blood still ran from his neck even as the one who had bitten him was gagging in a corner from what he had just swallowed. Many of the wounds on his body weren’t healing fast enough to be of any help and each time one did another would be opened. There was too many of them and he couldn’t fight them any more than he could hope to win the war by himself.
The world spun around him and twisted as his mind swam. A dark figure stepped from the shadows as he began to fall and the vampire’s advanced. Grunting as he hit the ground he lay there waiting his doom and feeling the world slip away beneath him. He needed unconsciousness to heal and in that sleep of death he would find his end and nothing would be the same. It would be the end of him and nothing would bring him back save god it’s self. His mind flicked to Ashurei and how much he would miss his twin and preyed he would be okay without him and that the war wouldn’t claim his life as well.
As the world fuzzed out and he lost consciousness he heard a vampire demanding something of some one. He caught the answer or he thought he did but he wasn’t sure. It sounded something like.
“I am Raven Black and you will do as I say” but then the words could have just as easily been something else completely his mind couldn’t tell him. His mind slipped into deep slumber his consciousness following quickly, everything plunging into darkness in a blink of an eye.
Flipping backwards he dislodged the arm snapping the vampires’ neck a second later. Crying out as a blade cut deep into his back where his wings spread from paralysing him instantly as the agony shot through his body. He recovered quickly but the few seconds were enough time for the vampires to grab him and hold him in place. A heavy fist ploughing into his stomach with enough force to make him groan and spots dance before his eyes. The world swam around him as another one was forced into the same spot his body going limp, his sword clattering to the ground from his hand.
“You have killed thirty four of my brethren Angel.” Snarled an angry voice Beramode’s head being jerk up to look at the speaker by his hair.
“I would kill more if given the chance” he ground out past the pain in his gut.
“Still so arrogant you meddlesome thing. Such a pretty little thing though perhaps we should have some fun with you before we kill you. It would be such a shame for you to die without ever having been touched.” The smirking arrogance on the vampires voice only grating at Beramode’s nerves “Your kind must be slipping to send a pretty useless thing like you to fight their battles.”
“How I look works well for what I do filth” spat Beramode angrily “managed to get you to underestimate me didn’t it you pathetic thing.” With a sneer he lashed out with his power ignoring the instant blinding head ache it caused. The vampires holding him disintegrated and he dropped into a roll instantly to retrieve his sword before he sprung back into battle. The slash on his back was a slight hindrance he learnt to compensate for as it refused to heal properly because of the position.
Ducking, turning, spinning thrusting and slashing he flew through the patters of war. Lost in the motion of it and the savageness of it as he killed vampire after vampire quickly losing count as he fought for his life not able to give or gain and inch. Another weapon cut deep into his thigh his leg buckling for a moment forcing him to compensate slashing out behind him and killing the offender. Another slash another gaping wound in his white skin another six vampires dead. But he couldn’t keep this up he just had to hope they backed off before the damage to his body taxed him to much and they gained the upper hand.
Dropping into a crouch with one hand splayed on the ground the other held to the side with his sword, his back to a wall, he waited. To many it would seem a bad tactical position meaning he was caged in, to him it was perfect because then they could only attack from one side. Hot blood trickled down his back and down his leg. His clothes were sticky with more blood than sweat but he wouldn’t give into them now, he might not be able to keep this up but he would be damned if he was going to simply give in.
“What’s the matter Angel… a little worn out are we?” chuckled one of the vampires as the group advanced. He had killed many of them but ever time he did it seemed two came to take the place of the one.
“That happens when I kill so many of your kind it bores me to tears” he snarled back before swinging his sword as they advanced.
Forcing his mind to focus as they fought with him he put all of his thoughts into the motion of his sword, forcing his mind to disconnect from his body to push away the pain of the flesh so he could fight. Something flicked inside him as it always had done in the past and he became nothing more than a tool for his sword. The blade sung with blood as eight more vampires fell to its steel. His mind was blank the world nothing more than a stage to a play and he was nothing but a prop. He was a piece that must be moved at the risk of losing it one that was imperative to the success of Heaven and the protection of man kind. Nothing mattered but that he kill them and kill as many of them as he could before he died because of them.
Rough hands grabbed him making him turn and slay another but then hands were again upon him. They were not simply fighting out of reflex the vampire’s had a plan one that could quite possibly destroy him and everything he was. They grabbed him forcing his body still and then sharp teeth pricked his neck. They thought him to go limp instead he fought harder the hands holding him slipping slightly as he thrashed. Rage bubbled through him turning his blood toxic to the bastard who fed from him he wouldn’t live for more than a day.
Conjuring his strength another wave of power erupted from him sending them flying to the ground. He was free again but his body was tainted and dizzy. The blood still ran from his neck even as the one who had bitten him was gagging in a corner from what he had just swallowed. Many of the wounds on his body weren’t healing fast enough to be of any help and each time one did another would be opened. There was too many of them and he couldn’t fight them any more than he could hope to win the war by himself.
The world spun around him and twisted as his mind swam. A dark figure stepped from the shadows as he began to fall and the vampire’s advanced. Grunting as he hit the ground he lay there waiting his doom and feeling the world slip away beneath him. He needed unconsciousness to heal and in that sleep of death he would find his end and nothing would be the same. It would be the end of him and nothing would bring him back save god it’s self. His mind flicked to Ashurei and how much he would miss his twin and preyed he would be okay without him and that the war wouldn’t claim his life as well.
As the world fuzzed out and he lost consciousness he heard a vampire demanding something of some one. He caught the answer or he thought he did but he wasn’t sure. It sounded something like.
“I am Raven Black and you will do as I say” but then the words could have just as easily been something else completely his mind couldn’t tell him. His mind slipped into deep slumber his consciousness following quickly, everything plunging into darkness in a blink of an eye.