Twilight Killers

A/N: Hey this is my first time puting anything on this site, so be nice. I own everything and anything that resembles something else is not done on purpose. please don't steal my work. Oh, and if you flame me I will laugh in your face. Constructive crit is always welcome, and I love reviews. First chapter is pretty tame. Enjoy.


Chapter one: Embracing Death and Demons

Death is perhaps one of the most controversial subjects known to man. It seems most people have an unreasonable fear of it, because no one can give them irrefutable proof of what happens when they die. Sure there are a mess of theories out there, but not one of them can actually be proved. There are many religions and many people who seem to follow these religions, but there is still a large number of people who refuse to be taken in by what they see as a load of bullshit. You’d think that the sheer number of people who follow these religions is proof enough that they hold at least a grain of truth to them, but the human race if full of skeptics and ever doubting critics; however, I am not here to discuss Human stubbornness…I am here to rejoice in Death itself.

There is something almost intoxicating about this topic, rather like a potent drug that slowly lures you in and then knocks you for a loop. Death can be a beautiful release from the pressures of daily life, particularly if you’re working somewhere in a dead end job and barely making enough to get by, or living under a bridge some place wishing your family would stop arguing long enough to at least notice that you’re gone. Whatever the pressures it can be quite a thrill to let go of it all. Death is so much easier if you don’t run from it or fight it. Death can be kind if you embrace it instead of rejecting it. Some say that an early death, such as a suicide, or a homicide, or even a natural cause, is a foolish waste of precious life; however, most of these deaths are not neither foolish nor wasteful…well at least to anyone except for those who are busy scowling about it. Sometimes an early death is preferable, advisable even, to growing old and haggard. Sadly few people think this, or they let their decision be made by someone else, usually friends and/or family, but the fact that you no longer have to worry about what they think about you is a big plus. So go ahead and do what you want, the only thing really holding you back is yourself.

Yours Truly,

Chongman Siwang

Finished typing my email to the complete stranger on the other computer I pause for a moment to read it over for typos before clicking send with a smirk, then shutting down my lover’s laptop. Keeping my smirk I stand from the chair and stretch lazily causing my wings, which are blood-red and shaped like those on a falcon, to flare out slightly with the motion. I am fairly sure that I’ll read or hear about a homicide/suicide in about a day or two from now, a fact that manages to amuse me to no end. After all it’s my duty as a Forsaken Angel to rid the earth or the plaque known as humanity, not that there are all that many humans left thanks to the third world war, and I have no regrets about what I do. The current world wide government even pays me a hefty sum for getting rid of terrorist and would be terrorists through my emails. They would undoubtedly be pissed if they found out that I also kill off “innocent” beings in my free time. They never will though because the government is as stupid today as it was fifty-nine years ago, when the president of America decided to nuke the Middle East. Satisfied with myself I give a smirk and lean back in the office chair, letting random thoughts float through my head.

“If the government ever tracks those emails to my computer, Andante, I will be very sure to make your life Hell,” a voice dark as chocolate and smooth as cream growls at me from the doorway of the study. There is more than a slight undercurrent of threat to the tone, as well as the verbalized one, though I do not need the reminder of how dangerous my mate is.

I cringe internally, I had not expected him home for another hour or so, and then turn my gaze in his direction with a false nonchalance that comes far too easily.

Douxian Mogui, my lover, leans arrogantly against the doorjamb with crossed arms and a scowl on his flawless face. I take a second to take in his overall appearance and nearly sigh aloud with relief, there is not a single tear in his black leather pants or the black t-shirt that proclaimed ‘bite me’ in bold red letters, usually this means he’s had an easy day at work and won’t be as violent. At least I hope so. “‘Xi, I was under the impression that you were going to be at work for a little while longer,” I inform the demon quietly making sure not to respond to the spoken threat or the unspoken one.

I can easily see the irritation flash through arcane green eyes and barely manage to suppress the shudder that wants to work through my entire frame, showing fear is what he wants me to do and in this one instant I refuse to do so.

“So that makes it okay to simply borrow my laptop without asking? Particularly to do your hobby, I’ve told you before not to do that here,” his demand is soft but deadly as the demon crosses the room to stand in front of me.

Great I have succeeded in making him even more irritated at me…I must have finally snapped after three hundred years of making people commit suicide and now have a death wish of my own. I keep silent and lower my eyes submissively; I really have no idea how to answer that question right now.

I give a hiss as a hand snakes out and grabs a handful of mahogany colored locks and jerks on it hard enough to make me think that if any more pressure is put on that hunk of hair that it’ll detach itself from my scalp. It also snaps my head back on my neck and I look up into cat-like eyes that are now blazing with some sort of inner emotion, perhaps rage, but I think it’s most likely just irritation. I have never been stupid enough to make him feel soul deep anger; demons usually kill the beings that piss them off…painfully and slowly.

“Answer me,” he hisses again as he stares into my frightened cerulean eyes. I refuse to answer him right away merely on principle this time, it would hardly do to give in so soon, and he gives another hard yank on my captured hair to prod me into answering. I swear I heard some of it rip, and I give in to the pitiful whimper that manages to work its way into my throat.

“No it does not make it okay, I’m sorry,” I apologize in a pained whisper as my body shudders and the flesh that covers the joints where my wings attach to my back twitches and tightens of remembered pain. Douxian had taken great joy in slowly sawing open my back and removing my wings when I was first sent to Hell, they’d grown back within five minutes of being removed, but it still hurt like a bitch. I doubt he’ll do that again because we are mates now, and that is too much pain to put your life partner through, instinct would prevent him from getting far even if he was tempted to try; however, the sensory memory is still a bit fresh even though my mind is aware my body does not always react the way I wish it to.

“Are you really?” Douxian murmurs which makes his lyrics sound gentle, even though I know that gentleness is false at the moment, being able to make one’s voice sound soft and comforting is a talent that all of the Darke posses, it’s something we use to lure prey in and give them a deceptive sense of security. To have it used on me is a bit unnerving but I nod my head anyway and am rewarded with Xi letting go of the hair so that my head is no longer held at such an awkward angle.

A soft laugh of disbelief is given and I look back curiously as the demon shakes his head in mock amusement. “My dear ‘Dante, why oh why do I find that so very hard to believe?” he asks with a cruel smile twisting the corners of his stern, but oh so kissable lips, revealing fangs that are much longer than my own.

I barely keep myself from flinching back once more and look anywhere but him. Yes I am a bit scared, but I am also getting very annoyed with this entire debacle. It had been a rather long night for me last night, and I had not managed to get any sleep over the course of today, so I am not in the best of moods myself and really don’t want to deal with the bullshit I usually take from him. “I don’t know why you don’t believe me, but at the moment it is not my problem,” I growl at him before yanking my hair free from his grasp, which has loosened with startled puzzlement, and striding towards the door, not giving him the opportunity to keep me pinned in the chair.

I am almost to the door when a hand clamps down on my left wing and uses it as leverage to throw me across the room. If I did not have them, I would have ended up smacking into the bookcase, but I get over my shock and use them to slow my momentum and land crouched on my toes and finger tips in a cat-like fashion. My feathers are puffed, and ruffled from their mistreatment and I hiss at the fact that I’ll have to spend a couple of hours grooming them back into perfection. I glare murder at Douxian who is still glaring at me as if I was the audacious one instead of him. “You fucking asshole!” I snarl and feel my fangs lengthen as I slowly grow angrier. Grabbing my wings is a low that I did not think that the demon would ever be able to sink to, but it appears I was wrong.

Douxian gives me a startled look, I have never snarled at him before this moment, and he was unprepared for it. Taking advantage of the fact that he’s currently unbalanced I spring forward and tackle him to the floor and easily pin him there.

“That,” I snarl as my wings flex, “Was a very dirty trick to play on me demon.” Okay, yes I generally ignore everything that gets on my nerves, but he still had gone way too far this time. Also we must remember that I am also a creature of darkness, so not nearly as submissive as a human mate would be. Come on people I am not a complete bitch here!

My victory is snatched from me as Douxian regains his bearings and flips us over so that I am now the one pinned to the floor. I glare up at his smirk and let out another hiss. “As sexy as you look on top Baby, I much prefer you beneath me,” his purr is husky though it still carries enough arrogance in it for me to bite his lips when he lowers his head to kiss me. Startled once more he jerks his head back and blood drips down onto my mouth.

Unable to control my instincts I dart my tongue out and lap up the tiny drops, instantly purring at the warm coppery taste, then I lift my head up and recapture my demon’s mouth with my own.

A small battle for dominance occurs between our tongues, and Duoxian runs a hand down my side, a trick that makes me more submissive and allows him to easily claim victory. Cheater. His hand pets down my side once more and I purr again. Okay, I’ll forgive him this once.