Not Your Ordinary Angel
Keywords: Angel, Not, Your, Ordinary,
There it was, that hunger. That feeling deep down in her gut, telling her to rage, to destroy. Selene primly folded her napkin in her lap, and looked across the table at Jordan. Man, was she stunning. Long auburn hair, wide blue eyes, and an hourglass figure. Rosebud lips left teasingly open over perfect teeth. Selene smiled at her own thoughts. Jordan was a stunner, but she was also a killer. A parasite, feeding off of human life. A vampire, stalking the night in five thousand-dollar suede boots. Selene licked her lips and smiled. She wasn't much better. An angel, but not your ordinary angel. A higher being, with the capacity to love endlessly, and the ability to heal all ills. A higher being, meant for so much more, but fallen, living in darkness.
They were bound, each to the other. They made quite a pair. Jordan, tall slim and graceful. Selene, small, vibrant, and radiating life. The devil, crawling her way up out of the slime, and the angel descending into hell. They had met in the middle, each fighting their own personal demons. Neither having a snowball's chance in hell of winning. Selene wanting to feel the inky black envelope her. Wanting to revel in the darkness that she was meant to oppose. She wanted the freedom to choose. Jordan wanting to redeem herself, to live again in the light. They knew each other. The dark and the light, auburn hair blending with blonde as they caressed at night. Each clinging to the other, trying to pull closer to that which they desired. Doomed to fail; yet destined to try.
Jordan licked her lips, and delicately drank the wine that had been set before her. Her eyes locked on Selene, scanning over the delicate frame. Lighting for a moment on the long soft locks of gold, and then looking deeply into amber doe-eyes. It was hopeless, and yet they stayed together. Holding each other night after night, reaching for something more. She dropped the money on the table and motioned for Selene to follow her. It was time to leave. The sun would be up soon, that light that meant death to those who were born into the night. That light that Jordan so longed to see. Selene followed her out of the small Bistro, and into the night. She felt the throb of it inside of her. The glow of the moon bathed her in its light as she spread her wings. Passersby saw nothing of it, only a delicate girl and an imposing woman.
They walked silently back to the crypt that was their home. Strolling under the looming willows, as they passed column and archway. Moving silently through the tombs of old. The wind whispered to them, telling each a different story. Selene gloried in it, Jordan held herself tall, as if in battle. The night lay silent about them.
The crypt was cold, and bare. Boasting only a small bed and thick curtains over stained glass windows. They lay there on the bed, bodies intertwined. An angel who could not fly, and a vampire who would not feed. Both dieng slowly, denying their true nature and forfeiting their lives. They lay there on the bed, lips touching. "Breath to breath," they whispered "mind to mind, heart to heart, never to part."
Above them angels cried, weeping their sorrow for she that had been lost. Below, devils laughed, mocking the demon that aspired to be an angel. In the crypt all was silent. Bodies writhed upon the bed. The angel, wings spread, skin glowing. The vampire, teeth bared, eyes as endless as the sky. Their joining tearing at the very fabric of reality, their spirits locked in passion. Teeth tearing into glowing flesh, as the heavens opened up, and began to weep. The rain falling, mourning, as it had every night for more years than humans could count. Beating only upon the lonely graveyard. Flooding the memories of the past, with the anguish of having no future. The pair lay still now, sated. Dreaming dreams of freedom, of darkness and light, of each other. And the wind carried a sad song through the drooping trees. A song that no one bothered to hear.
The outside world went on with its business. People moving quickly in the night, walking to the beat of the city. Priests waking, and preparing mass. The things that dwell in shadows bedded down far from the sunlight, unseen by the sleepwalkers above. The silent spell of the night, broken by glaring sunlight. Another day, ordinary, expected, predictable. The sunlight would soon recede, the night would crash down upon the world, and the skies would weep. But for now, the ill-fated pair slept. Each alone, separate, but together. Breath to breath, mind to mind, heart to heart, never to part.
Keywords: Angel, Not, Your, Ordinary,