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Note from Velma: This is the first fanfic we ever posted on the site. Of course, Racci is still working on it. Our last update on this story was 3.25.02. Someday she will finish it, and there will be a grand celebration in Apoloville.
Confessions
of a Fallen Angel Starring: They
were brothers in darkness. Creatures of the night. This was
their life, this was their death, this was their eternal
torment. Shunned by what they once knew and held dear, they became
nomads, traveling along their web of lies,
under the cover of shadows. At first they hated having to destroy
what they so loved, but soon learned to take sadistic pleasure in
torturing their prey before the feast. Jimmy shuffled in the underbrush, snapping a twig as he shifted to scratch a flea behind his ear. It would be a full moon soon, and if he wanted to join Apolo in a leisure kill, it would have to be before he was full wolf again. He didn't have the patience to take the time as a beast. And he needed to feed. Something
in the air caught his attention. He sniffed, licked his lips and
whimpered. He could always smell a bitch in heat, and the need to
mate was almost as strong as the need to feed. Apolo glided
soundlessly over to Jimmy. Though as a vampire he had a very keen
sense of smell, it could never compare to a werewolf's. Then he saw
her. Otherworldly,
yet dripping with the humanity he used to know.
She was pure innocence, filled with an innate goodness and naiveté
no evil could corrupt. He had
to have her. Had to posses
her. He nudged Jimmy
and nodded in her direction. Jimmy's
eyes glowed and he licked his lips again when he saw her. Apolo always had
such good taste. They slipped out from their hiding places and started
walking up the path behind her. They were soon close enough to feel the
warmth of the blood flowing through her veins.
She heard footsteps behind her, and turned to see who was there. The world stopped. Time held still the Sands, and the Pantheon held its collective breath, all awaiting the decision of the Three Fates*. Lachesis and Atropos exchanged glances, and Clotho added another strand to the girl's thread of life. |
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me, but did you get lost on the way to Heaven?
Because you look like an angel."
Her full lips opened into a smile and laughter tinkled out. She leaned close to the man who had spoken to her and whispered conspiratorially, "Oh I promise you, I'm no angel." She looked up at him through long lashes, then stepped back for a better view. He was almost teddy bearish, but with a distinctive feral air. His fluffy |
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* "Known in ancient Greece as the Moerae, and in ancient Rome as the Parcae, the Three Fates were the daughters of Zeus and Themis, and determined the destiny of all mortal beings. Clotho presided at birth and spun the thread of life; Lachesis was responsible for allocating the length of one's life; and Atropos cut the thread of life with her shears." - from the Dictionary of Mysticism and The Esoteric Traditions, by Nevill Drury |
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Jimmy whimpered
quietly and licked his lips again as he sensed the output of her
pheromones increase tenfold. "Your
friend doesn't say much, does he?" she asked. “Jimmy, nah,
he's not much of a talker," Apolo replied.
"But don't let that fool you.
He's really a wild animal inside." “Oh I just bet
he is,” she thought to herself. He
was wearing smartly tailored black trousers and a loose fitting black silk
button down shirt, open just enough to show a tease of a wild patch of
chest hair. In the cool night
air she thought she could see one of his nipples pierced too.
He had short light “So I know
this is Jimmy,” she said, once again turning to face Apolo.
"Do I get the pleasure of knowing your name?” “My name is
Apolo, and I assure you the pleasure is all mine." He picked her
hand up and lightly touched his lips to the back of it. “No, not all
yours." She never
offered her name, they never asked. Delectable as she was, she was still
prey, and they had to keep some modicum of distance. “And where is
a beautiful young lady such as yourself off to alone at this time of
night?” Apolo asked. “Oh, I'm going
to this club called the Castle, a goth club.” “Sounds like
fun. Would you care for a couple of escorts along the way? There can be
dangerous folks out just waiting to take advantage of a young girl like
you.” Stay tuned! More to come . . .
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