Welcome To The Black Doves

Welcome To The Black Doves

Chapter 4

Kitty threw her trash away and decided that she needed to get some fresh air. The lobby was feeling almost suffocating and she kept thinking about Deimeon. She headed out the double doors just as Nolan and Lily were coming in from outside.

They were holding hands which was absolutely adorable. She smiled in approval at them. It was about time that Nolan found someone that suited him. He was always alone and always so quiet. She really hoped that Lily would appreciate Nolan the way she should.

Kitty made her way to the bus, pushing the door open. She stepped inside and paused. Someone was on the bus. There was a light on in the back. She could have sworn everyone was inside McDonald's.

She made her way to the back of the bus and stopped outside Deimeon's bedroom. She wondered when he got back and how he knew where they were. She noticed the door was slightly a jar. She pushed it open slowly.

Deimeon had just taken off his bloody clothes and slipped them into a bag, putting them aside. He was furious. All he could think about was his encounter with his wretched mother. How dare she come to him just to brag about her shadow children. He unconsciously touched the large scar over his heart. A thick pink flaw in his skin that could never completely heal.

“Damn her!” He yelled. “What is she planning?!”

He paced the room to try and collect himself. He needed to get the rest of the blood off that wouldn't wash off in the river. He grabbed his towel. He gritted his teeth when the familiar scent of vanilla filled his nose. Shit. She had bad timing.

He backed away from the door and sat on the bed. He rested his head in his palms and felt like he may cry out of frustration. Why not add a little more to his platter of fucking problems. It's not like he didn't have enough of them.

“Deimeon?” Kitty called softly.

The vibe coming out of his room was thick and dark, almost sinister. She knew that she should follow her instinct and leave, but her body wouldn't listen. She needed to know he was okay. She had been so worried since they left him behind.

“Can... Can I come in?” She inquired, hands shaking slightly.

He looked himself over in the mirror. No blood. He put the small picture of Kitty he had at his bed side into the drawer. He was still edgy but her voice calmed him once again. He wrapped the towel around his waist and sat on the bed.

“Yeah Kitty, you can come in.”

She pushed the door open the rest of the way and gaped at the nearly naked Deimeon. Okay, she wasn't expecting to be greeted by this. It was almost too distracting, but she was good at avoiding. She had been doing it with Deimeon since she first joined the band.

“Are you okay? When did you get back? How did you find us? Where were you?” The questions kept coming as her concern took over and relief that he was back safely.

He offered her a prize winning smile. “Well to answer your question in order. Yes, I'm fine. I got back about ten minutes ago. I found you with the GPS on my phone, and I was out meeting with a producer.” He sighed. “Kitty, I'm sorry about earlier. I... I over reacted. I guess I just have a weird way of protecting you. I should have known better. After all, I did meet that sleaze ball ex of yours and didn't much care for him.”

So much so that he ripped him apart eight different ways in a dark alleyway that he had left a bloody mess. That was something he would never tell Kitty about. It was something she didn't need to know.

“That doesn't matter right now.” She snapped. “Promise me you will never get and leave like that without telling me first. You terrified me.” Kitty retorted, chocking back a sob.

She wouldn't cry in front of him. It was hard though, her relief was staggering upon seeing him. She hadn't realized just how worried she was about him until now. She really didn't want to have to go through this again. It was too much for her mental state.

Deimeon looked upon the girl with concern. He hadn't realized she was so worried about him. It was kind of refreshing and surprising. She usually tried to avoid him as much as possible.

“I... promise.” He answered. “I promise I won't leave you again like that.” He stood up and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Thanks for the concern Kitty. But really I'm alright.”

She watched him closely. Her heart hammering in her chest at his closeness. She tilted her head back so she could stare deep into his emerald green eyes. God, she could lose herself in them.

“Okay... and Deimeon I really don't like to be lied too.” She stated. “I've known you for over a year now and I can tell when you lie to me. I don't like it.”

He frowned. “I'm not lying. I swear I'll be a good boy and tell you if I leave somewhere.”

“I'm not talking about that. I know you weren't with a Producer.”

“What else would I be doing?” He asked casually.

“Maybe hunting.” Kitty retorted, trying to hide the hurt that was a huge ache in her chest.

“Uh...” Deimeon swallowed the lump in his throat.

She had heard him and Haven back at the venue. He breathed a frustrated sigh. He had hoped he would never have to show her. He wanted Kitty so bad and when she knew what he was she would no doubt be terrified of him.

“Okay Kitty. I... I will show you something, but you have to promise not to scream or run away when you see it.” He looked down at himself and reaccessed his words considering his situation. “Um... I promise it had nothing to do with anything below my waist.” He laughed nervously.

Kitty stared at him for a long moment. She had known for a while now that there was something different about the Black Dove's singer. It looked like it was finally time to know for sure what that something was. She giggled uneasy.

“Does this mean I'm fully apart of the demented family?” She was trying to lighten the mood for both there sakes.

“We're not demented, we're deranged.” Deimeon replied with a slight smile that melted her. “Okay. Here it goes. I... I am from another world of magical beings. I used to rule the underworld, but I left that life behind and met the others in my band. I... I have never wanted to go back... I like it here. I like what I do. I like all of you guys.” He paused for a second. “Every few weeks or so, I have to hunt. I... I have been cursed to a need to feed. I... I feed on...”

He couldn't say it. Not in front of Kitty. He loved her too much to break what little chance he had with her, but he knew she needed to know. He paused to gauge her reaction to all that he's explained to her so far.

Kitty stared at him in shock, then started laughing. Well she had to admit, at least the lie was original. She hadn't expected something like that to leave his mouth. She expected something like he went hunting for his next sexual orgy. He was the biggest playboy she knew.

“Very funny.” She responded with sarcasm. “Look if you don't want to tell me then that's fine.” She moved to leave.

“Kitty, wait!” He begged. “Please, I'm only having a hard time with this because I don't want you to be scared. I... I really care about you Kitty and I value our relationship. Oh god,” He began to get a little frantic. “If I could change what I am, I would. What I wouldn't give to be human. Then maybe... I could even have a chance of being with you.” Deimeon felt himself on the verge of tears. “Please don't be scared of me... I'd never hurt you...” He finished on a whisper.

He closed his eyes, letting his wings free from his back and cringed, waiting to hear the scream he knew would come from her. He waited and still the room was silent. He opened one eye to see her.

Kitty was having a hard time understanding what the hell he was so frantic about. It was almost scary to see him this way. She took a step forward to go and comfort him. She reached up with her hand so that she could lay it on his cheeks when the room was suddenly filled with huge black wings.

She snatched her hand back in surprise and gasped softly. She froze with her hands pressed tightly to her chest. Slowly everything he had been telling her fell together like a giant jigsaw puzzle. She let her hands drop to her side. Oh god, he hadn't been lying to her at all. He wasn't human. He was something completely foreign to her.

“Oh fuck...” She whispered as the world started to tilt.

Wait, it was just her passing out.

Deimeon caught her quickly before she hit the floor and carried her bridal style to his bed and laid her down. He retracted his wings so they wouldn't get in the way. He sat down next to her, staring at her.

Haven was going to kill him, but he didn't care. She needed to know. It would have been a matter of time before she found out any way. He was surprised he had managed to hide it from her this long.

Chances were that she wouldn't want to stay and that would be okay. Deimeon wouldn't blame her, but he wasn't sure if he could let her go. He wanted her like he'd wanted no other. That's why it was so hard to tell her the truth and considering her past, once she was spooked, it seemed to stick with her.

He growled loudly in frustration and wrapped his arms around himself, cursing his own existence. He clawed his broad shoulders leaving crimson ribbons as the beast in him seemed to be taking over. It didn't want to let her go either.

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Kitty slowly came too. She was laying on a bed, but she didn't remember how she had gotten there. She shifted and pain exploded in her head. She moaned from the intensity of it.

She let her eyes flutter open, squinting in the bright light. Deimeon was the first thing she saw. A smile of pleasure formed on her lips. She decided she liked waking up to the sight of his handsome face.

Suddenly everything came back to her like a deadly tidal wave. Her smile faded as she searched Deimeon's eyes to make sure she hadn't had some bizarre dream. She hadn't. His eyes told it all. From concern, fear, sadness, self loathing and hatred. She knew it had been real and she had passed out like a little girl.

“I'm sorry.” She wasn't quite sure what exactly she was apologizing for, but she felt she owed it to him.

He had split his biggest darkest secret to her and she passed out before she could reassure him that it was okay. She was just a big baby. Or maybe it was because he was so saddened by what he was that it tore at her heart. She wanted to take the pain away, replace it.

He smiled down at her. “Don't apologize Kitty. You're taking it rather well. Lyndon screamed like a woman when he found out.”

Deimeon offered her a drink of water, the ice clinking against the side of the glass softly. He shifted the towel around his neck to hide the recent claw marks he'd given himself. They were already healing and would be gone by morning. No reason to freak her out more.

“I can't believe this. I mean you really aren't human.” She whispered, then took a small sip of the water. “I knew that the ears and fangs were real, but I didn't want to believe that you weren't human.” She pushed herself up into a sitting position.

She stared at him for a long moment, then gathered her courage. She reached out and lightly touched his bottom lip. He felt soft and warm to her touch. No different then how she would feel.

She gently applied pressure to his lip until he opened his lips. She pressed the tip of her finger to his fang and inwardly flinched at how sharp it was. She swallowed hard as her other hand touched his pointed ear. Unbelievable. She couldn't believe this.

Deimeon closed his eyes in sweet bliss as she touched him. His body lit up in response. A familiar warmth shot through him accompanied by a tingling in his spine. Deimeon resisted the urge to moan at her touch. Ancients above, her hands were amazing. So soft and gentle, small and curious. Without thinking, Deimeon wrapped his lips around her finger and sucked gently.

Kitty's body jerked in surprise as Deimeon's warm wet mouth closed around her finger. Her first instinct was to pull away, but she resisted the urge. Pleasure slammed through her body at his gentle suckling and pooled in between her legs making her extremely wet.

She couldn't stop the moan that escaped from her lips as her finger brushed against the tip of his sharp canine. Jesus, what was wrong with her. She should be absolutely terrified of him. Not squirming around on his bed like a bitch in heat while his green eyes practically glowed at her with unbridled lust. She needed to put the reins on her libido and put a halt to this before it went any further.

Fuck that! Her body screamed. Get naked and get busy. All you need to do is grab the edge of that pathetic excuse of a towel and have a hay day with the hard cock he hid underneath it.

Shut up! Kitty screamed silently at her libido as she started to tremble from restraint.

Deimeon smelt lust on her so strong he could almost taste it. He almost lost control of himself as his beast rose to the surface. He responded to her needs and captured her lips in a furious kiss. Her taste was more amazing than he could have ever imagined. He wanted to explore every inch of her mouth with his tongue. Hell, he wanted to explore her whole body with it.

Deimeon's kiss became so demanding and needy that he almost felt selfish as he tasted every part of her hot wet mouth. He couldn't help it. She was every he had imagined her to be a more. She was so supple and submissive. She was perfect.

Kitty gasped when Deimeon's lips crushed against hers and his tongue invaded her mouth, exploring every crevice. She shuddered in pleasure and melted against him. Her restraint dissolving into nothing but a shadow of a memory. The man could kiss like no other. His mouth made her instantly think of sex.

Her body was so ready for him it was painful. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder's knocking the towel away from him. Her fingers found deep grooves in the flesh of his back.

Deimeon hissed as he withdrew from her mouth. Instantly the pleasure was replaced with pain. She frowned up at him, concerned at his reaction. What had he done to himself?

“Careful babe,” He informed her. “A little sore there.” He dipped his head down to continue his selfish tonguing over the soft skin of her neck.

“What happened? They fell like claw marks. I thought you said you weren't hurt?” She demanded, confusion and concern lacing her soft voice.

Her lust was slowly evaporating into worry. Deimeon didn't seemed bothered as he lathered her skin with his tongue. She was having a hard time concentrating, but she was really concerned about it.

“You should let me take care of it so it doesn't get infected.” She told him breathlessly.

“It'll be fine.” He murmured.

His heart was warmed by the worry she had for him. His cock hardened as he traced her soft skin with his lips. Deimeon took his time exploring what little bare flesh he had. Eventually he ran his hands along her arms, stroking them gently as he licked her neck.

“How are you feeling Kitty?” He asked in a deep husky voice. “You're not getting uncomfortable, are you?” God he hoped not.

“No, but...” She swallowed hard. She had just found out he wasn't human and they hadn't really talked about it at all. She didn't even know what he was. If she didn't stop this she knew she would regret it. “I don't think I'm quite ready for this Deimeon.” She whispered in an uneven voice.

Deimeon sighed, but he hid his frustration behind a smile. “I understand, Kitty. Really I do. I want you to feel fully comfortable if this ever happens again. I'm glad you told me before we got too far.” Tell that to his hard cock and hot needy body.

Deimeon separated himself from her and did his best to hide his erection, standing at full attention under the towel. He had waited a whole year. What was another few years. He was going to go crazy at this rate. He had never been celibate for more then a day or two.

Kitty could see the disappointment in Deimeon's eyes that he tried to hide behind his fake smile. She decided she needed to get some fresh air before they hit the road again.

“Excuse me.” She muttered as she got off his bed.

“Bye Kitty. I hope this doesn't change anything between us.”

God did he feel needy. What he meant to say was 'Don't go, because if you do I'm going to tear the door down and barricade you in here with me.' Damn it. He wanted her so badly. When was the last time Deimeon, the sex god, got laid anyway?

“This changes nothing Deimeon. We'll talk when we get moving again.” She went for the door.

Wait! He wanted to say, but resisted. When she was gone, Deimeon got an overwhelming urge to break and shatter everything in his room. He paced around again, growling loudly in his throat and took deep uneven breaths.

What he thought he had calmed enough , he laid on his bed and removed the towel. His thick and long erection stood tall against his belly. Unable to resist his urges, he reached into the drawer and pulled out Kitty's picture followed by a bottle of warming lubricant.

He slathered his cock in the liquid and moaned loudly at the feel of it. He stroked himself slowly. He groaned loudly as he looked at Kitty's picture. The images in his head were fresh enough and he could still taste her on his lips. He tossed the picture aside and closed his eyes. He continued sliding his hand around his hard and rigid shaft.

Her beautiful face was burned into his memory. Her lingering scent filled his nostrils. He imagined her naked under him as he took her, sliding in and out of her supple young body.

He quickened his strokes, thinking of her full breasts bouncing up and down as he rammed into her g-spot repeatedly. The tingling in his spine grew as he arched his back. The heat was so intense, his cock so slick.

“Kitty.” He moaned out as he came all over himself.

His body went limp on the bed as he caught his breath. It wasn't enough. He knew that even before he had started. It wasn't the same as taking the one he lusted after. He needed her to be able to sate his desire and the beast.

He quickly wiped himself with the towel. He decided now was a good time to take a shower which had been his original intention before Kitty had showed up. He knew he would probably end up jacking off in the shower too. He had been doing a lot of that lately and it was really starting to get old.