Fee

 

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"Come on, you little bitch."

 

 

"Please... Oh God... Please... Stop..."

"Ha! Why do you call out to Him? He can't help you, and pretty soon, no one else will be able to either."

 

A pale face, unnaturally pale, contorted in pain, lip bleeding as eyes closed tightly, biting hard to hold back agonised cries. Fingernails dug hard into the dirt beneath them as he felt his persecutors own nails digging into the milky perfect skin of his waist. The faint sensation of blood trickling over his skin barely made it through the roaring torment shooting through every nerve in his body. A choked sob made its way past his lips and the male above him chuckled low in his throat, smirking slightly.
"Now, my little angel, I want to hear you scream so loud the Heavens themselves will hear you."

"You... bastard..." he gasped out, wincing as sharp talons plunged deep into his wings, cutting down to the muscle and staining the pure white a garish crimson.
However much he wanted it to stop, his body was betraying him. Even through the pain he felt the pressure mounting and each cry held a throb of lust that he couldn't hide. A hand wound into his hair and yanked his head back, the other skimming down over his chest. Goosebumps rose in the wake of those exploring fingers and he shivered, whimpering softly. The movement had stopped, for now at least, the pain settling to a dull ache as pliant lips brushed the curve of his neck. His breathing sped up and he swallowed hard, groaning softly as hot air was exhaled onto his skin and suddenly lips were latched to him, sucking gently, fangs lightly touching his shoulder.

Hearing the sound the other male looked up, a grin curving the corners of his mouth. An angel he was, and pure in every sense, but Mazgoturthakal was no angel, and he saw it as his job to introduce this innocent to the pleasures of the flesh.

 

He had been so easy to catch. Mazgoturthakal was a demon, streamlined and graceful, able to ride the wind without a thought. His prey, a young angel, was clumsy and had yet to gain full control of flight. His first mistake had been straying across the path of Mazgoturthakal, who had been so long without the companionship of another that anything was beginning to look good. Their chase had taken them to Hell, Heaven and back, but now in the middle of no where in the wilderness of a little country called England (he believed), the hunter had triumphed, and this was his reward - the alabaster-skinned, sweat-soaked body beneath him, arching oh-so-willingly to his half-curious fingertips.

 

"Maz..."

Oh, the sound of his name, moaned from those perfect lips. He almost quivered with delight but instead slid both hands down to the angel's hips and forced him back against him.

"Ameron..."

He wanted to hear it. The final scream from that perfect pale throat. Forcing on with a vengeance he paid no heed to the half-suffocated groans that were now only partly resistant.

Soon enough he got what he wanted. A loud, keening sound that sent pleasant chills through him, adding to the power of his own orgasm. Panting softly, he stood up, nudging Ameron a little with his foot.

"You're mine, now." He lifted his head and smirked into the light of the full moon, spreading his wings. Feeling a hand on his ankle he glanced down, and struck a blow to the side of Ameron's head, knocking him unconscious.
"Pretty little thing..." he murmured, and then left him there, gliding away into nothing.

Though, he wasn't alone for long.

 

Another shadow, perhaps darker than the one who had just left him, set foot down beside him and stood with her hands on her hips. White hair glowing in the light of the full moon, she crouched down and pushed a couple of silvery locks back over her shoulder.
Dazed, Ameron opened one eye blearily and shuddered. "Sari." he mumbled.
Sari smirked. "Yes, little one." Tilting her head to one side she looked him up and down. "My dear brother really had a go at you, didn't he?" Snorting quietly to herself, she reached out and ruffled his hair. "They'll have your wings for it, you know." Looking up, she tapped her chin thoughtfully, then sighed. "I suppose I'm the one to blame. It's my fault that Maz isn't getting any." Shrugging then, she got back up to her feet, gazing down at Ameron. He wouldn't last the night, or if he did, there'd be no one to help him. Humans were all the same. They were all out for themselves - something which made the job of her and those like her so much easier.
"I'll see you in Hell, Ameron."
"Not if I see you first..." Was the whispered reply.
Sari laughed, clapping her hands together in an almost childlike fashion. "Maybe Maz will let me play with you." Giggling, she bent down to pat the top of his head, and then she, too, left.

 

Ameron struggled to retain consciousness, but there was a steady aching at the top of his spine which was becoming more and more difficult to bear. Passing out, one word echoed in the deepest vaults of his mind.

* * *

"Suzie? What've you got there? Suzie?" Bushes crackled. Twigs snapped.
"Suzie?! Su- Oh my God..."

 

Natalie was a normal person. She was of average height for a woman her age, average weight, average build, with plain brown hair that had an annoying little kink in the back, and dark green eyes that didn't stand out in any way at all. She wasn't noticeably beautiful, though quite pretty, a small patch of freckles marked her right cheekbone, and a tiny, crescent shaped scar marked the other. A normal person, and so the last thing she expected to find while out walking her dog was a man lying in a ditch surrounded by white feathers, and naked, no less.

"Oh my..." she said again. Suzie, her Irish Red Setter puppy, sat by the body and panted, tongue lolling out and tail wagging happily. Skidding down into the ditch, ignoring the fact that she now had mud all over her jeans, she touched two fingers to the males' neck, finding a pulse. "Oh, good, he's alive." She seemed somewhat pleased with herself for finding that out, and Suzie picked up on her enthusiasm, woofing low in her throat.

The man flinched at the noise, and Natalie turned her attention to him, shrugging her coat - a knee length affair with a woollen lining - off as he began to shiver violently.
"Sir? Are you alright?"
Laying her coat over him, she heard him mumble something in a language that she didn't understand. So, he was foreign. Of course he was - he was far too pretty to be English.
Suddenly, he sat up, eyes wide and frightened. He stared at her for a moment, then shifted backwards, wincing a little. "Rhodar te'drei kai sainte..." he said, his voice somewhat hoarse.

Natalie, being English, did what all English people do in these kinds of situations. She spoke slowly and carefully, as if it would make her easier to understand.
"My name is Natalie."
When he simply gazed uncomprehendingly at her, she shook her head a little and resorted to the most basic form of communication - she pointed at herself.
"Natalie." she said plainly.

At first it seemed as if even that simple a level of understanding was beyond him, then he hesitantly lifted a hand, pressed it to his chest, and said a single word.
"Ameron."
"Ameron..." she repeated almost in a whisper. Suzie gave a sharp yip, almost startling the young man completely out of his wits. The woman laughed, patting the dog. "This is Suzie. Suzie."

"Su... zie..." Ameron murmured. He gave a small frown. His memory was so fuzzy. All that was clear to him was that he was no longer an angel, and that this human was helping him.

"... Mazgoturthakal..." he whispered, flinching as he attempted to move.
"Careful, now" Broad mindedly skirting the undeniable fact that this man had no clothes on, she pulled her coat around his shoulders. "Can you get up?" she asked him, then made a small gesture to illustrate her point. "Up?"
He nodded, and accepted her help, swaying a little while Suzie gambolled happily around their feet.

 

Clambering out of the ditch was no easy task, but they managed it. Now... how was she going to get him home?

 

Luckily, probably for the both of them, Natalie didn't live too far away from the fields where she walked her dog. The woman lived in a bungalow on the edge of a large housing estate, and she loved it there. Ameron seemed apprehensive, almost frightened, as she helped him through the door and into the house.
In the front room she managed to convey to him that she needed him to stay where he was while she went to get something. All the while, a small mad voice in the back of her mind was running in circles screaming 'there's a naked man on my couch!', but she ignored it.

It was her father's house. He had died around a year ago and she, although not his only child, had inherited pretty much everything, much to the envy and resentment of several cousins who had wanted to get their hands on his assets. Her brother Daniel hadn't minded. He was happy in Cornwall. Sometimes being an only child had its perks, but she wasn't spoiled by any means.

Making her way into the spare room she rifled around in the wardrobe, through her father's old clothes, to find something for Ameron. After a short while she had dug out a presentable shirt, a pair of trousers that looked about the right length, and some underwear and socks.

 

She was relieved to find him exactly where she'd left him, sitting on the couch, looking on curiously as Suzie enthusiastically licked his hand. Moving his hand he stroked the top of her head gently and a small frown crossed Natalie's face as her normally bouncy, cheerful puppy whined softly.
"Te'drei ophali." Ameron murmured, and Suzie flicked her tongue against his wrist almost forlornly, causing a slight smile to ghost over his features. He glanced up, and Natalie suddenly found herself breathless with the intensity of his gaze.

However, she quickly shook that off and strode briskly into the room, sitting beside him and picking the shirt up from the top of the pile of clothes now in her lap. Shaking the creases out and holding it by the shoulders, she motioned for him to put his arms in the sleeves and he did so, albeit a little awkwardly. She found it almost amusing. It was almost as if hed never worn clothes before.

 

She'd already seen him naked so she didn't have any problem with helping him with the rest of the clothes, and when he had them all on she smiled and stood him up, brushing her hands down his arms and nodding contentedly. "Very good." she stated, then picking up the hairbrush she'd left on the arm of the chair. Pulling the brush gently through his hair, she watched Suzie jump up in the spot that he'd just left and curl up. The puppy had taken a definite shine to this young man.

Now came the decision. Should she call the police?

 

Normal protocol for when you found someone in a ditch, stripped of any clothes or possessions, was to call the police, but if he was foreign, then that meant that he could get in trouble of some kind. Natalie was a law-abider, but she wasn't cold hearted. Just from looking at the man she could see that he wasn't in the best of health. For one he was far too pale for it to be natural.

Dropping her arms to her sides she watched him as he glanced round at her, lifted a hand to move a few stray locks from his face, then crouched down in front of the couch and went back to softly stroking Suzie, murmuring to her in that strange language while the dog tipped her head to one side, as if she were listening intently.
While he was distracted, she allowed her eyes to wander over him. For a male built like he was, with hardly an ounce of fat on him, and for the age she assumed he was, he had skin like a child, as if he had barely done a day's work in his life. There wasn't a mark on him apart from the dark shadows under his eyes and a small, inconspicuous scratch at the top of his jaw that already looked half-healed.

 

Maybe she'd wait... just a little while, until he was better.

 

Later that night, when she had persuaded Ameron (with a little difficulty) to go to bed and that nothing was going to come and get him, Natalie sat down and flicked the television on, Suzie in her lap. Ameron had already picked up a few words. He could say 'please' and 'thank you' in their correct contexts, as well as a couple of other things. It was almost as if he knew the language, but had forgotten it and every so often a connection would spark and he'd remember something.

 

Explaining the television had been very amusing. The expression on his face when she'd switched the thing on... When she'd stopped laughing, she had patiently attempted to convey to him that no-one was inside the screen; even going so far as to take the back off it and show him what she couldn't explain in words.
She was fascinated by him. He had about him such a sad, solemn, yet infinitely beautiful air that she found captivating. Natalie got the feeling that he knew so much, and yet just couldn't say it.

From his reaction to the TV, she had figured he must be from a poor country, but she couldn't for the life of her think where that might be. She'd never heard a language that sounded anything like his. Oddly, though, Suzie seemed to understand him perfectly, even better than she understood Natalie.

Sighing quietly, and gently smoothing the fur of Suzie's ears, she reached for the remote and began channel hopping boredly. News... news... documentary... news...
She glanced at the clock, silently cursing whoever did the programming on television for putting all the news on at the same time. They could at least have the decency to stagger it, and not leave people with nothing to watch for an hour long slot several times a day.

 

Then again, when recent events were taken into account, her own life was becoming interesting enough...