AN: If only the writing that we did could become real

AN: If only the writing that we did could become real. If only whatever we wanted to happen really could. Too bad that too few of us are living in a fantasy. I wish that things could be different for so many people. Including myself. Alright, done with the pity party. Life sucks. . . I hate people. . . well most people.

My Wings Were Long Broken

Dark Angel

2008

Brielle pulled her knees up to her chest, leaning against the window to feel the cool glass against her bare arms.

It was dark and the grounds stretched out below her window, bathed in moonlight. She watched shadows flicker as clouds scuttled across the sky.

A storm will come in. . . I love the storms. All chaos and noise.

It always was so quiet throughout the mansion when it rained. The house became still and the air with moisture.

Those nights were the nights Brielle felt the most comfortable.

I am so less exposed when it rains. But I can’t explain why.

A wolf howled in the distance, a long forlorn sound that was familiar yet foreign.

I wonder if it is the same wolf that howls every night. . .

Every thought was an absent one, meant to keep her mind from wandering to other things. . . events. . . him. . . Gabriel.

He. . .

She just could not seem to stop thinking about him, but none of the things that she thought about were every finished. His gray eyes, oddly familiar yet increasinglyg gentle, stood out in her mind.

Absently, she rubbed her arms, brushing against the bandages. The wounds were showing no sign of healing. It had been a week since the incident that should could only vaguely now remember. Pain and darkness, a blinding gray light that had left her gently in a calm state of bliss.

Why, if what I did was so horrible, did it feel so good?

With a sigh, she rested her forehead against the glass and pulled the blanket she had gathered from the bed up around her legs.

Suddenly, there was a slam and the door burst open. Brielle, startled, sat up, pushing her back against the cold stone that outline the window as if she was trying to hide from his line of vision.

Geoffrey has not been here since it happened. What now?

But there he stood, in the doorway, dark and foreboding. The shadows seeming to gather around him, flying from the farthest reaches of the room.

Things feel so wrong.

It was the same thought that acrossed her mind evertime, but something was different tonight. The air, heavy and thick with the oncoming rain, feeling overly oppressive instead of comforting.

Geoffery slowly crossed the room, the doors closing near silently behind him. His eyes were smoldering red, deep blood red, that glowed even in the shadows.

Brielle tensed and could feel goosebumps cascade across her skin. She trembled.

“What are you shaking about darling?” his voice was low, gravelly, and mocking. A slow sneer spread across his face exposing his deadly fangs, more prominent than normal.

Something is very wrong.

It was then that he was next to her by the window seat, inches away from her face. She gasped, biting back the urge to scream. There was something primal in his eyes, soemthng she had never seen before.

Souless.

“Do I terrify you?

Somehow Briell could not find the strength to muster her voice.

Normally I can fight him. It is like I am frozen in time. . .

His breath exhaled, covering her face with a sickly sweet smell that she could not identify. It clouded her thoughts, muddled her comprehension.

“You should be terrified of my darling,” he whispered again, the word “darling” grating over her ears.

He never calls me darling. . .

Her mind barely comprehended it as his hand reached up and took a hold of her upper arms. Suddenly with strength he had never used before he smiled viciously and hurled Brille across the room and onto the bed.

The sheets, white and floaty, flew up around her. In the next instant he was on top of her, pinning her arms above her head.

“You have known nothing about me darling,” he snarled, viscious noises exploding from his chest.

Brielle’s arms throbbed violently from the pressure, but she was transfixed by his eyes.

They are so haunting. . .

“I want you Brielle,” he was whispering now, growls still streaming from deep within his body, “. . .all of you.”

Frozen in fear and some unknown prescence Brielle felt helplessly pinned by his weight. He ran his lips and nose up and down ner neck almost gently.

What am I doing? MOVE!

Her subconscious was screaming at her to run.

Trapped.

“Your pulse is so beautiful darling. So quick. I can almost taste its decadence.” she was his now, his cold form near trembling in anticipation.

“Please. . .” Brielle managed to choke out.

Geoffrey chuckled, breaking up the growls still eminating.

“As you wish. . .” and in one swift motion he clamped down on her neck.

His eyes rolled back, closing as Brielled gained movement back into her limbs.

She struggled, trying to fight him as his grip upon her increased, bruising her skin.

Never before. . . he is going to kill me.

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Gabriel could hear the screams, the growling, the moans. And yet he could not hear the words that were being spoken.

Probably another spell. . .

But he could feel that the barriers had been replaced, the other side would not be crossing over.

Reluctantly he turned away from the door, resuming his patrol down the hallway.

Take, protect.

But his want to survive and see her again outweighed his want to crash into the room.

Why am I even feeling this way?

Noise behind him made him stop and turn, look back. Geoffrey emerged from the room without his shirt. Gabriel could smell Brielle’s blood on him before he reached up to wipe it away from his mouth. A sickening smile spread across the other mans lips as he continued down the hall towards his room and Gabriel.

Slowly the two passed eachother and Gabriel stood rooted a mixture of fury and panic nearly causing him to leap forward and tackle the other to the ground.

“Don’t worry brat. . . I haven’t killed her. . . yet.” his master whispered as he passed.

Fighting his instincts with all of his might Gabriel simply stood rooted in his spot.

“Get back to work.” Geoffrey grated out as he walked on a little further, but Gabriel just continued to stay where he was.

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AN: Wow! That completely came out of no where on my part for the record by oh my God am I on a roll with this story! (Sorry to those of you who read this before I changed it! I just got WAY too excited! MY BAD!!)