vigorli

Chapter 2

Karl smirked at the doorman in a challenging way. The big Vampire was spoiling for a fight this evening. If Sean wanted to go running off to Russia with little Dorothy then so be it, just so long as he didn’t expect Karl to sit at home, the dutiful little wife, and knit a fucking sweater or whatever.

Sean had received a phone call from a Father Monstagov in Russia, offering his belated condolences about the death of Ian. It seemed that Ian and the good Father had been acquaintances for some time, ever since Ian first went to Russia in search of the second book of prophecy. Of course he had been looking in the wrong place, as the ancient book had been in London the entire time, buried amongst the books at the angel sanctuary.

Father Monstagov had told Sean over the phone about the work Ian had done with him in his parish. He had asked Sean to come and collect Ian’s things from his office, saying there were things of interest to him. Karl had told him he wasn’t going half way across the world to collect Ian’s things. Ian wasn’t here anymore. Ian was ash, what did he care?

The doorman took one look at Karl and opened the door to the dark, sultry jazz club. Karl walked straight past the man and into the dark club. The sweet and pungent smell of cigars filled his sensitive nostrils and he cringed inwardly.

The soft flow of instrumental music filled his ears as he made his way to the bar. He ordered a whiskey and made his way over to a table near the stage. He held the drink in his hands, every so often bringing it up to his lips without actually taking a sip.

On the table next to him an older man sat, staring at the stage as though he were watching Venus rise from the ocean.

Karl turned to look at the small stage, wondering what the older man was staring at. He saw several musicians, all playing with their eyes closed, allowing themselves to feel the music pour out of them.

Then a man who appeared to be in his late twenties moved to the front of the stage and slid his hand around the mic stand like one would around a lover's waist.

He heard a sharp intake of breath from the older man beside him but couldn't tear his eyes away from the blue eyed creature on stage.

As the singer opened his mouth and sang the first line he looked directly at Karl and pinned him with his gaze. His voice was otherworldly, aged beyond its years. He sang as though his heart were breaking and almost instantly Karl could feel the blood lust rising in him.

A hunger that burned, a need that ached. Not for a long time had he wanted to devour a person so much. He fleetingly wished that Sean were there so that they could share him. He remembered the last time they shared a man, afterwards Sean had forced Karl against a wall and fucked him dry.

The sound of this young man's voice was almost haunting, as though it wasn't really coming from him. It was like he was singing with the voice of heaven.

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After the man stopped singing and the band left the stage to let on another band, Karl got up from his seat and went outside to wait.

"You have a beautiful voice," Karl murmured huskily from the shadows.

"Jesus," the young singer said with a laugh as he left the club through the side door. "You scared the shit out of me man."

Karl smiled charmingly. He wouldn't kill him, the man was too beautiful and his voice was too unique to let him die. Karl had a better idea, one that involved fucking his sweet little arse and then tasting just enough of his blood to tease.

"Do you need a ride?" Karl asked, stepping out of the shadows.

"You. I saw you inside."

Karl nodded and moved closer to him. He reached out his hand and stroked the young man's cheek. Eyes as blue as Elijah's stared at him, unblinking, unphased.

"Do I need a ride?" he asked with a knowing smirk. "You bet."

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"Make yourself comfortable," the man said as the entered his small apartment. CDs and old records cluttered the floor of the living area. A few old newspapers were wedged in between the cushions of the couch. Karl looked around and followed the man into the small kitchen.

"I'm Jared by the way," the man said as he removed his full length leather coat, carelessly dropping it over a chair. "I'd offer you a drink but I only have water and something tells me you would didn't come here to socialise." Jared unzipped his dark jeans and pushed them down mid thigh.

Karl smiled, he liked this guy. He walked over to Jared and dropped to his knees.

"Just watch your teeth," Jared said, tightening his hold on the back of Karl's head. Karl looked up at him in confusion which made Jared laugh softly.

"You can do anything you want to me, but don't draw blood."

Again Karl's frown increased. He got up and backed away from Jared slightly. Did he know what Karl was? What the hell was going on?

"How do you...?"

"Know you're a Vampire? I can smell you," Jared said, zipping his fly back up as it seemed the Vampire no longer wished to play.

"Hey, it's for your own good that you don't drink from me. I may not look very holy on the outside but my blood is still the same. Wouldn't want to turn you into an addict."

"You're an angel?" Karl asked, completely shocked.

Jared leaned casually back against the wall and nodded.

"How come I can't smell you?" Karl asked, stepping closer again and sniffing the angel's neck.

"Let's just say I've had my wings clipped." He turned his head so that his face was mere inches from Karl's and lunged forward, kissing him hungrily. "Do you still want me?"

For once in his life Karl had no idea what to do. He had never heard of an angel having his wings clipped and he had certainly never heard of an angel that didn't hate Vampires.

As Jared sucked on the flesh of his neck, Karl moaned and nodded gently.

Jared pulled away, unbuttoning his shirt, before reaching into his jeans pocket for his stash of Crystal Meth. He shucked all his clothes and tugged on his half erect cock, all the while staring hungrily at Karl.

Karl walked over to him, pulling off his own clothes. He knew he was playing with fire here and if Sean had been there he would have told Karl not to risk it, but Karl couldn't help it. He was like a moth drawn to the flame, and he couldn't wait for the burn.

Jared took a sniff of his drug before setting it down on the kitchen table. He bent his head and sucked on one of Karl's nipples before turning and leading the way into the bedroom.

As he turned, Karl got a good look at his back. Jared heard the Vampire gasp and he smiled bitterly. He walked into the bedroom and turned to face Karl as he followed.

"They look..."

"Dead? Dying? Yeah, I think they are," Jared said as he pulled back the covers.

The wings that usually lay lush and elegantly down an angel's back were small and wilting, like a tree in the week before winter which only held onto a few solitary leaves. What feathers he did have were grey and ruffled and the wings were skeletal, fragile like butterfly wings after it had escaped from the spider‘s web.

"What happened? Why are you living like this?" Karl asked him as he reached out and touched the pitiful wings gently. Jared moaned and let his head fall back. They may be dying but it still felt good to have them touched. "You turn your back on your faith and sooner or later faith turns its back on you."

"Why did you turn your back on your faith?" Karl asked.

Jared rolled his eyes. He really just needed to get fucked already. Did the Vampire have no idea how hard it was to find someone willing to fuck a freak like him?

"I saw some things I wasn't supposed to. If everything you had ever believed turned out to be a lie, then you would turn your back on it too." With that he dropped to his knees and sucked Karl's soft cock into his mouth.

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Karl pushed deep inside the angel, cursing at the tightness that surrounded his heated cock.

"You're so tight," he groaned.

"I told you," Jared said breathlessly, pushing back to meet every single thrust. "I don't get fucked very often.

The two beings moved together, working to completion. When Jared finally came it was as though waves of heaven and hell were passing through him. He cried out and dug his nails so deeply into Karl's back that he drew blood. He tightened round Karl like a vice and the vampire spilled himself into the angel's body.

Afterwards, the two of them lay in the small bed, sweaty and sated. Silence filled the room and only the sound of the cars on the street down below could be heard. Karl felt himself drifting off into sleep. He knew he couldn't sleep long; he needed to get back to the manor before the sun came up but he could allow himself a few minutes.

Not half an hour later Karl was awoken by the angel thrashing beside him. Jared was holding his head and wincing in pain as his body convulsed as if with a seizure.

Finally Jared stopped and, breathing hard, sat himself up beside Karl.

"What the fuck was that?" Karl asked, half afraid to know.

"She's going to wake up soon," he turned to face Karl. "And then we're all fucked."

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Orlando lay in bed trying to shut out the noise in his head. He heard a voice as though someone were playing back his memories in a loop. He saw Ian sat beside him in the church the day his world had changed.

“You’re strong Orlando, you must be strong to have had your entire life turned upside down, your past re-written, your heart stolen by your supposed enemy, and yet here you are, still asking for guidance from your God.”

Orlando rolled over and slid his arm over Viggo’s torso, burying his face in his lover’s neck. Viggo murmured and unconsciously reached out his hand to stroke over Orlando’s wing.

“The new age is coming, faster then any of us dreamed. They’ll need a good leader…at the end of it all.”

TBC