• It was a cold and dark room. The only sound that could be heard was the dripping of water. A figure in a corner moved, waking from a restless slumber, the tormenting images of the day before still haunting the figure. Pale eyelids opened to reveal dead, lifeless amber eyes.

    Hands shackled above its head, are only skin and bones, for the meals, good though they may be, have days in between. The body is covered with scars, some old, some new, for it has been here for many moons. Pale hair that had lost its shine a while ago falls in rivers down the body and pooled around it.

    Amber eyes turned towards the door as footsteps echoed down the hall way. The wings on the figure drooped around it. Knowing its tormenters were coming for it. This was its punishment, for it intervened in matters that it shouldn’t have, now it was at the mercy of the beings it was trying so hard to save. He was a fallen angel.

    He heard the door to his prison open. He didn’t care. He accepted his fate. He knew no one was going to help him for, if they did, they would end up like him. At the mercy of these monsters.

    The sound of heavy cursing filled his ears; the scent of alcohol was heavy on the air. He felt a fear grip his broken heart for he knew that he wouldn’t survive what they had in store for him this time. He felt his frame start to shake and he heard the drunken laughter of his tormenters, for it was very rare that would shake with fear, for even in this existence he still had his pride.

    He heard one come closer. When he saw boots on the ground in front of him, he closed his eyes and steeled his body as a booted foot connected a well placed blow to his chest, breaking already cracked ribs.

    He felt himself cough up blood as the assault continued. After what seemed like an eternity to the fallen angel, the assault stopped only for a hand to grab his hair and pull him up till he was standing upright.

    He cried out when a fist connected with his injured chest. He heard laughter among his ‘masters’. He felt the one who was holding him in place put his mouth to the angel’s ear, causing the angel to shudder. "Today, my dear pet, we will make you scream." he whispered.

    The angel froze with fear, not knowing what they will do made him start to tremble. Another one came foreword, but he was different then the others. He had a hood on thus covering his face, but the fallen angel didn’t need to see his face to know what he was. He was one of the damned and they hate angels, fallen or not.

    The angel could feel the excitement coming off from the vampire and the angel knew he that he was going to have fun de-winging him, as that was what they loved to do to angels.

    He came forward some more and revealed his dagger. The ‘master’ holding the angel turned him so he was facing the wall. He pushed him towards the stone wall and held him there. The angel hissed in pain as some of his ribs came close to piercing his lung.

    The angel felt the vampire’s presence behind him and a cold hand on his left wing. The vampire leaned towards his ear and said in the language that only vampires and angels knew. "So you are the one who tried to interfere with my masters bidding."

    Even though the angel knew it wasn’t a question, he still answered with a soft yes.

    A dark chuckle came from the vampire. "And now look where it got you. You were cast away from your master and left to suffer at the hands of the beings you were trying to save. You are so pathetic."

    The angel visibly tensed at that. The vampire chuckled again. "Did I hit a nerve, Vincent?"

    "How do you know my name?" Vincent growled stiffening under the vampires touch. He heard the vampire chuckle.

    "That is not important, but what is, is that before this night is over you will be mine." he said as the hand that was on Vincent’s wing started tracing the wing bone. He smirked when the wing was jerked away from his touch.

    "What do you mean by I will be yours?" Vincent asked, ignoring the humans for the moment.

    "I mean that before this night is over I will kill these pitiful mortals then you will be mine for all eternity." The vampire said, moving Vincent’s hair so he had a view of the curve where shoulder met neck. He closed his eyes as he started kissing the tender area while tilting Vincent’s head so he had better access, while sucking on a particularly tender spot.

    The quietest of moans escaped Vincent’s lips. That was all the vampire needed to hear before sinking his fangs into Vincent’s neck. He smirked when he heard Vincent gasp as he started drinking some of Vincent’s life source. After a few seconds he ran his tongue over the puncture marks and licked up the remaining blood before pulling away, sadly.

    He then turned to the man holding up his angel. He smirked darkly when he saw the mortal shaking with fear. No wonder why Vincent was moving so much.// the vampire thought as he muttered a simple spell to kill the humans who hurt his angel.

    Without the man holding him up, Vincent fell to the ground and the into the position he was in when the humans and his new master came into his prison, only this time he was facing the wall. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the cool wall.

    He heard the sound of keys unlocking the cuffs that held his hands above his head. His arms fell to his sides as they were removed from their prison.

    The vampire then bent over to pick up his fallen angel, shocked at how light he was.

    "Who are you?" He heard Vincent say.

    "My name is Will Drown. " He said looking down at his angel. Will watched as Vincent fell asleep. He smirked as they disappeared from the room.