Stay! Third story in the 'Don't let me sleep' series.

um Zomb... you cant end a post like that, then get mad at Lis for saying she'll do a smutty post.

ya just cant...

you *asked* for it.

No way...I have done it before and she has left it alone...and now she has left me all taunted for like...two days or something...evil evil Lis.

I know you are sick...but still...EVIL.

Azrael lay in his captors bed. That's how he veiwed Moki. Not as his lover but as his jailor.

How he wished he had his old captor back. He would have traded almost anything, given almost anything, to be back in the House of Wolves. He'd hated being tied to Rardy. And now he'd wished he still was. Atleast that way he could still be near Lillith. And Rardy and Byn would still be safe.

Now though none of that was possible. Moki had won by default.

He lay there hoping, as he had morning after morning since their lives had exploded, that the monster next to him would not stir. These few moments in the morning before she woke were the only times he could think of the life he wished he was living.

Of the happier times. Of the house he still lived in when it was his HOME.

Of Byn and Rardy young and happy and in love.

And Lillith. His mated-soul. His Garden Blossom. Of the way her heart sounded as it beneath his cheek after they'd made love. Of her cool but not COLD hands stroking his back, her gentle tender touch soothing his scars where his wings had once been.

How he STILL loved her. But he had sacrificed his life with her and his happiness for the one soul she cared for as deeply as himself.

Her daughter.
Byn.

Was she safe? He dare not search. If Moki knew how he still felt, still grieved, over the loss of his loved ones, Byn would be in grave danger. Moki could consider it a breach of contract and all of their suffering would be for naught.

Azrael how ever was Determined to make sure she was indeed happy and safe.

He closed his eyes and willed himself to see.

Frank felt his head nodding wildly, his fingers itching to touch her and the burning happy warmth returning to his stomach.
Robyn smiled brightly, as if he…or anyone for that matter, would say no to what she was offering.
“Well then Frankie…unwrap your gift.”

"NO!!!!" Azrael screamed as he saw. At that moment Byn turned to face him and Growled. Moki's bright golden eyes stared out from her face. "SO you DID know!"

whooooa!! what?! what's going on?!

Frank did not notice the change in Robyn, all he could see…feel was Robyn’s cool hand guiding his own hand toward the ribbon around her neck.
“Come on Frankie, unwrap me.”
Frank knew this was wrong, that they should wait for Robyn’s own safety, but as a dense red fog filled his senses he could not understand what reasons there were not to enjoy the girl before him fully. Eagerly he pulled the ribbon loose and took the velvet ribbon in his hands. He weighed it gently, looking from Robyn’s bright eyes to the good length of ribbon in his hand. A smile curled on his lips as he pressed himself against Robyn, kissing her roughly as one of his hands cupped the back of her skull to bring her lips closer. As he pulled away from her he was not surprised to see the slightly dazed look on her face. His smile split into a grin as he wound the thick ribbon around Robyn’s wrists.
“Frankie,” she asked softly, but Frank silenced her with another rough kiss.
When her hands were secured, he gently lifted her and moved her further up the bed, toward the head of the bed where wooden bars made up the headboard of their bed.
“Do you want me all tied up Frankie,” Robyn’s voice said softly in his ear as he tied the ribbon to the headboard.
“Yes,” he grunted, kissing his way down her arms and up her neck to her lips.
“Oh Frankie...please…I’ve been waiting so long…so long for you.”
Frank felt blood pumping towards different parts of his anatomy as his hands roamed the soft beautiful body beneath him. All he could feel though, was the silk of the corset, not Robyn’s own soft flesh. He needed to fix this. He raised up from his position atop of Robyn and began to untie the front of her bodice. As the top came undone he pulled it wide open and buried his face in her soft and sweet smelling flesh.
“Oh…Robyn…you smell so nice…”
Robyn made no reply, but her chest was heaving with her breaths. As he kissed and nipped at the flesh of her breasts, his hands continued to reveal more of her delicate body for him. Soon he found himself pressing hot wet kisses into the flesh of her stomach. His fingers traced simple patterns into her white stomach as he made his way down her stomach. One of his hands moved down with him, reaching for her lacy red panties and looping a finger in the waistband, about to pull it down. He breathed in her scent, expecting the heady scent that he had been told about…that he had dreamed about, but it was not there. Undisturbed, he began to tug her panties down slowly, painfully slowly…but before they were halfway down a pained and terrified scream reached his ears. The sound of so much pain and terror…what could have caused that? As he looked up into Robyn’s face, the haze in his brain leaving like fog in the sun, he knew who it was…it was him.


Robyn lay on the couch after Frank left for his shower, but she was starting to get a small headache. Ignoring it as something only more sleep would help, she continued to doze on the couch. The next time she regained continuousness she was sitting before Frank, who say staring at her as if he were a starving animal and she was the first meal they had seen in days. When she looked down she knew why, seeing herself in clothes (if they could be called that) that she had never seen before. She tried to open her mouth…tried to move, but she seemed to be a prisoner in her own body. She heard her own voice speak the words;
“Well then Frankie…unwrap your gift.”
‘No!’ a voice…Azrael’s voice in fact, spoke throughout the room…throughout her heart, but Frank did not seem to hear it.
"So you did know!"
A voice that just had to be Moki’s said softly as she spoke to Azrael.
Robyn wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything to get away, but she could not even move.
“Come on Frankie, unwrap me.”
Again, she spoke of her own accord as her own hands betrayed her by guiding Frank’s hand to the ribbon around her neck. He eagerly pulled it away and balled it in his fist rather than throwing it to the floor. Robyn felt cold dread in the pit of her stomach. A cold smile curled on Frank’s lips as he pressed his nude and slightly damp form against her’s. As his lips pressed roughly against hers she tried to fight him. Suddenly, Robyn felt the control coming slowly. She tried to pull away from Frank’s insistent kiss, but one of his hands just came up and held her in place. As he pulled away from her, an evil light in his eyes, he began to wind the ribbon around her wrists.
“F-frankie,” she choked out. He silenced her protest with another rough kiss as he immobilized her hands. Then he lifted her as if she weighed nothing, and laid her closer to the head of the bed where he began to tie her to a bedpost.
Robyn began fighting back her tears as Frank began to mumble to himself, as if she were still talking to him. Perhaps Moki still was talking to him. When her arms were secured Frank began to plant hot kisses against her skin. He kissed down her arms, up her throat, and to her lips. He kissed her lips roughly, his tongue invading her mouth and she was unable to stop him. Anything she said to him seemed to fall on deaf ears, and her terror had not allowed enough air in her to her out a good scream. Frank’s hands were brushing up and down her sides, touching her breasts that were barely covered by her corset. Frank grumbled to himself again as he lifted himself off her body and began franticly to untie her corset. As he pulled it open, snapping the string of the corset with his eagerness, he buried his face in her soft breasts.
“Or Robyn…you smell so nice”
The sound of Frank’s voice, more like a growl than a voice and so like the voice that Gerard had spoken with when he was under Moki’s control, caused Robyn to begin to sob gently. As tears fell down her cheeks in two slow rivers, Frank began to move down from her breasts and over her stomach, his kisses hot and moist against her flesh. The pointer finger on his right hand began to trace simple patterns on her flesh as his left hand moved to her panties. Robyn began gasping in breaths, trying to gather her strength as Frank looked up and gave her a cold chuckle.
As his finger began to jerk down the one item of clothing that was separating she and Frank, Robyn let a scream erupt from her lungs.
Frank looked up at her again, his eyes wide and shocked. He was Frank again…her Frank.
“B-bert…I…I…”
Quickly Frank jumped from the bed and pulled on his pajama pants, throwing Robyn’s nightshirt over her nude form.
Robyn sobbed again, happy tears this time because she knew that Frank was back now. She weakly pulled against the ribbon that still held her wrists to the bed frame.
“Oh…fuck Bert…I…”
Quickly he untied her with fumbling fingers and helped her to put her nightshirt on. He then gathered her into his arms, holding her tight against him.
“Bert…I don’t know what happened. I can’t really remember it…there was all this red fog and…”
“Frank,” Robyn said softly, pulling away from him and looking into his eyes that were so full of horror and hurt. She loved him…trusted him, but she could not deny what she had been feeling any longer. “I…I think it’s about time that we head back home.”

okay I got somethin' ta say....


DAMN!!!! if this is what happens when you get frustrated....I hope you get frustrated more often!


Damn! That post was AWESOME!

Azrael's spirit hovered shocked and enraged as he watched Moki inhabiting Byn. She had turned to him to aknowledged his out burst. Frank however was caught up in her spell and had no idea that it was Moki inviting him to use Byn. Azrael was dumbfpounded as he watched Frank letting his lust get the best of him.

Moki however was too angry to even be able to enjoy Frank's use of Byn's body. Moki wanted to be able to relish Byn's destruction but Azrael had interfered with her sport.

She left the girl's body knowing that once she was not enticing Frank with what he could have, Frank would more than likely stop. She would have to enjoy her sport another day.

Perhaps she'd be able to FULLY enjoy Byn's destruction when the time came.. Maybe she'd be able to revel in the feel of a good fuck again.

Oh she made sure Az serviced her regularly since she'd become Mistress of the house. But he never seemed to be connected to what was happening. Moki found herself actually wishing that Azrael would at lest find his anger again. A good ANGRY FUCKING was just what she wanted. She could easily convince herself it was passion.

But instead all he seemed to do was barely exsist.
He seemed to not even want to fight. He had given up.

Moki wanted to control him, but she wanted him to fight it.

It was no fun if he just gave in.

Yes she wanted a puppet, but she didnt want a lifeless one.

She wanted Lillith to suffer as well, and she knew she had when Azrael had told her to her face he no longer wanted her. That he wanted Moki more.

But she wanted Azrael to suffer far more.

After all it was he that had spurned her for Lillith. HE that had rejected her even when that milk-toast of a wife lay lifelessly after Senoy and his co-horts had used her.

Azrael had denied her himself for far too long.
Only when she had nearly drowned him with enchanted wine night after night that he finally gave in.

And only then because she had anoited herself with Lillith's perfumed oil and came to him in the dark.

The moment he realised it was Moki impersonating his beloved Lillith his desire turned to rage. Yet he was so far gone he finally did what Moki had wanted.

He took her.

Yet even then he could not finish. That was why Moki would NEVER forgive him.

No matter how many times he lay with her he would NEVER allow his seed into her. Even now as he lay with her and did only what he had to, he refused however unconiously to fill her.

No matter what Moki threatened, no matter how she promised to make Byn and even Lillith suffer, he could NOT finish inside of her.

He had tried..he KNEW that Moki had no qualms about breaking the truce. But no matter what he did, short of the one way Moki and he both knew might work, he just could not make his body respond as she wished.

And Moki refused to let him think of Lillith in her bed.

But now Moki was enraged. Azrael had finally searched for Byn.

It HAD taken Azrael far longer than Moki had anticipated. Now she returned to their bed room. She was furious.

Until she saw Azrael. He was stunned.

The lifeless puppet she had seen in her castle was postitively energetic compared to what lay before her.

He was almost comatose. He lay there his eyes staring wide although seeing nothing. "I...I have.. failed. I have..NOT ..protected ANY of them... I gave it all up..Sacrificed ..it all..HER...Our love...for..NOTHING."

A sudden hardness came into his eyes. A terrible beauty lit his face as he reaced for Moki.

Moki was about to get what she deserved....

Not my best work, but I am sleepy and restless. A wild combination I assure you.
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Frank stared at Robyn for a long moment after she said that. For a moment Robyn was afraid that he’d say no…that he would not understand.
“F-frank,” she said softly, pressing her cheek against his bare chest, “please…d-don’t be mad.”
Frank sighed, running his fingers through Robyn’s hair as he laid his head against her’s.
“I’m not mad. I just…I dunno…” He sighed softly, seeming heartsick.
“I…I’ve been fighting this for a while Frank,” Robyn said softly, “I…I’ve been having weird feelings and dreams. Today just made it that much more real.”
Frank pulled Robyn back, looking into her eyes.
“Dreams Bert? What kind of dreams?”
Robyn sighed, not wanting to lie to Frank. They had rules about that after all.
“Yeah, in them it seems like someone is in trouble…no…maybe it seems like maybe everyone back at home, but especially mom, Az, and G-gerard.”
Robyn said his name with difficulty. She had not spoken of him since they had come here, not even mentioning his name.
“I…I have also had spells where I…I can’t remember things.”
Robyn looked at Frank, seeing his eyes growing large and frightened. “W-when did that start?”
“J-just this week, and only a few times…when I was alone. The dreams have been for a few weeks though.”
Frank stood up and began pacing, “why…why didn’t you tell me?”
Robyn sighed, “I don’t know. The dreams…I thought they were because I was homesick at Christmas.”
“And the blackouts?”
Robyn swallowed, “I…I wasn’t sure if they were real or not. I was never hurt, I’d just be cooking or cleaning and the next thing I’d know I was in another room…it was never like today…you have never been home during it. I think she was waiting for you to be home.”
Frank paled before whispering the name, “Moki.”
Robyn nodded, tears dancing in her eyes.
“We are not safe here Frank,” she said, fighting off sobbing breaths. “We have to go home! We have to leave now…tonight! I don’t want to stay where she can get to us but those that love and want to protect us cannot.”
Frank sat back on the edge of the bed, taking Robyn in his arms as she began crying again.
“We…we can go back Bert. I miss home too…I just need to keep you safe.”
Robyn nodded against his shoulder, tears still silently flowing, “I know Frank, and I love you for it. That and so much more…but maybe we need help. Maybe all of us do…”
Frank nodded and allowed Robyn to cry against his shoulder. When she was done, the two of them silently packed up everything into their truck. Robyn was certainly glad that the local mechanic had fixed the truck’s heat so that they wouldn’t get sick on the road again. By eight at night, with the full moon high in the sky, the two of them left their small cottage in the mountains and started the long drive back home. Robyn could only hope that her dreams were more fiction than fact, but she had a terrible feeling that the worst was just ahead of them.

awwwww.....

reunion?!?!?!?!.....???

wait till you see what AZ is going to do!!!

*BIG EXCITED FACE!!!!*

Azrael turned to Moki. His face alight with a terrible beautiful rage.

He sat up and grabbed her pushing her down onto the bed.
"You KNEW where they were! You broke your promise to leave her be! I gave EVERYTHING up for her safety! You SWORE if I lived as you chose..Away from Lillith and lay in your bed that That BYN..no that THEY would be safe from you! But Of course YOU LIED!!! How could I have been so FOOLISH as to believe you!" He had pinned her to the bed and now reached down to free himself from the restraints of his pants, ONE handed. Something he had NEVER managed when he wasn't angry.

It made him wonder, for a split second, if the reason he had always had trouble with undressing was that he enjoyed it so much more to have his Beloved Dove undress him.

His Beloved Dove, The Heart of His Heart. He had given her up for the safety of her daughter and indeed her own safety. Moki had Promised to stop tormenting them . Atleast as far as Byn he now KNEW she had done NOTHING of the sort!

Moki trembled with antiscipation. She KNEW Azrael was about to take her. It would be violent and forceful and angry.

It would be Perfect.

At least as far as Moki was concerned.

She reveled in the thought of a good hard fucking by Azrael.

Azrael pressed her into the mattress even as she "fought" him. He KNEW this was pushing EVERY BUTTON Moki had.

He buried his face into her neck as he seemed to align their bodies.
"YOU WILL PAY SLAVE!" he threatened huskily and felt the shudder that ran through her.

He pushed himself up to watch her face as he was about to thrust into her.
"YOU Get what you deserve!" She closed her eyes inhaling with desire, trembling with need.

Moki opened her eyes, relishing watching the lust in his face.

Azrael was suddenly gone. He left her lying there.

Moki SCREAMED in frustration!

"AZRAEL!!! You and ALL those you care for WILL PAY!!!!!"

Love you Punkin!!!
*****
Sansenoy sat in an empty field, darkness cloaking him in the chill night air. His eyes had slipped closed, but he was not sleeping, after all angels did not need sleep. Sansenoy was not sleeping…he was hunting. He had been hunting the ‘Precious Virgin’ for over a month, and had come no where near her. He’d seen head nor hair of either her or their ‘lad’, except for finding Azrael’s old car in a used car lot, the mirrors smashed, but the owner of the dealership had no idea where they had gone, no matter how…persuasive Sansenoy was. But today…today he had caught a hint of her scent on the breeze. It smelled to tantalizing, so sweet and pure. He had jumped into his car and drove as fast as he could, toward the mountain range that the smell had come from. It would not take him long to find her, the wind was fairing his way.
Hunting to Sansenoy was as seeing into people was to Smegaloff. Sansenoy would never, could never, give up this hunt. It was all he thought of and all he dreamt of, when he allowed his body to rest. As time had gone on though, his visions had grown more gruesome. At first he would have just been satisfied with taking the girl, with raping her and perhaps the ‘lad’ as well, but now…now his mind was stretching toward the thought of a reenactment of Lillith and Azrael in Egypt. The girl playing the part of her mother, while the ‘lad’ would play Azrael…perhaps he would even be able to hold himself off enough to gather Azrael’s boy as well. He would then make them both watch as he tore the girl that they loved to ribbons before them. He would not make the mistake of his father, Sansenoy would finish the job…he’d kill the girl when he was done using her. That is, if his attentions did not already do that job for him.
Now, as he sat in the field, the scent having left him for the moment, he began imagining what he would do to them. Perhaps killing the ‘lad’ first off would be the best thing, letting the girl know who is boss. Or maybe he’d force the ‘lad’ to take her himself, that would not take much pushing to get that done. Maybe he’d just fuck her until she started to enjoy it, until she says she wants him above all others, then slice into her fair white throat with a knife. All these ideas were nice, but nothing compared to how poetic it would be to make the girl relive her mother’s nightmare.
A smirk played across his lips as he imagined the twin looks of horror from the ‘lad’ and Azrael’s boy when they realized what was going to happen, as he imagined the girl’s screams in his ears. It would be sweet music. He allowed his mind to wander farther until he almost missed the sweet scent playing in the air. He paused, scenting the air for her, smelling her sweetness past the pungent scent of cow shit in the field in which he was sitting. She was not far, he could run it even, but he took no chances and jumped into his car, causing it to screech around the tight corners on the mountain roads as he sped off to find her. With the windows of his car open her scent filled his senses completely, helping him to concentrate on finding her. He passed a very few cars on the road, and none were going near as fast as he was. The trail ended as a he came across a small cabin. Sansenoy jumped out of the car, the girl’s scent mingling with the smell of car exhaust. He allowed a snarl to pass his lips as he ran toward the cabin’s front door, he paused before entering though. The scent was not coming from here, she had left this place. Not even the ‘lad’ was here any longer. Another snarl issued from his lips as he turned about face, knowing now that one of the cars he had passed in such a hurry had to have been her’s.
He once again made his car fly over the icy roads in search of the girl. Her trail led him to a small town called White Oak Flats, there he saw that the General Store was only then turning out its lights. A smile crossed Sansenoy’s face, he was about to get at least some of his aggression out.

- - -
Charlie was heading upstairs as he heard a knock on the shop door again. Thinking that Frank or Roberta had forgotten something he headed back downstairs, after all who else would have been out this late on Christmas day. Slowly he walked to the door and opened it without checking to see who it was. Before he knew what had happened he was flat on his back, the wind knocked out of him. He looked up in time to see a young man closing and locking his shop door.
“Does anyone live here with you,” he asked casually as he turned around.
“Yessum, ma wife,” Charlie said, standing as he tried to hide the lie on his face. His wife had not been alive for more than five years, though her urn was still in the upstairs.
The young man smirked at him, “I do not believe the ashes of your wife count, but nice try.”
Charlie felt the color leave his face, but he tried to stay composed.
“What can I help ya wit son,” he said, walking around the counter of the shop, hoping that it was only a robbery.
“Well, how about you tell me if you’ve seen a young girl and boy together. About my age,” he finished with a chuckle. “I want to know where they are…where they are heading.”
Charlie knew who he was speaking of, after all Frank and Roberta were the only young people in the area, but he also knew that Frank had warned him not to speak about them to anyone right before they left not ten minuets prior. The two of them had looked pretty bewildered, and he had no idea why. After all, they had been perfectly nice kids while they were here. They reminded him of he and his wife when they were young and carefree. Especially Roberta, she was just as young and fresh as he had always pictured his wife.
Charlie looked at this man now…and he was more certainly not going to tell him anything about either of them.
“Sorry sonny, I got no clue. No young people live in these parts, hate the cold I’m guessin’.”
The young man laughed, “is that the best you can come up with? Cold weather?”
The young man continued to laugh hard, causing Charlie to become alarmed, that is until the young man jumped the counter and slammed him onto the ground. Charlie gasped for breath, trying to raise up but the young man was heavier than he had expected.
“Now, you old fool, you will tell me what I want to know. If not, you will be joining that wife of yours tonight!”
Charlie looked up into the young man’s eyes, swallowing back the information what wanted to spew forth. He refused to tell this man anything, no matter what he did to him. Frank and Roberta had trusted him with their safety, and he would not let them down.
The young man reached in his back pocket, pulling out a long knife seemingly from no where.
“Fine old man, have it your way.”

*****
I love how Sansenoy does not address Robyn, Frank, or Gerard by their names.

Azrael had closed his eyes and making SURE he was NOT touching Moki WILLED himself to Senoy's side PRAYING that Lillith would not be in his "Old Friends" arms.

He arrived to find Senoy in what most would call a private den. Senoy was looking out a window, over the gardens of the home. Lillith had picked it out when Azrael had thrown she and the boy out of their former home. Senoy had through patience and care, convinced Lillith that he TRULY did care for her. For once, it amazed even Senoy, it was NOT a lie.

Azrael had landed on one bended knee behind where Senoy stood. He stayed that way as he began to speak.
"Brother Senoy...WE have a problem."

Senoy did not turn. "Do not bend your knee to me Azrael. I know what ever has brought you here must be of the utmost importance or else you DARE not show your face here. Lillith would NOT be pleased to know you are near." he nodded toward the gardens. Lillith was out tending her flowers with Rardy by her side. Azrael felt his spirit soar as he saw her, and a moment later plummet as he admitted that Senoy was right. He had after all, it appeared atleast, chosen Moki over she. Lillith would NEVER forgive him.

As Azrael stood hope welled up inside him that maybe one day she still would. After all he could wait forever if need be.
"Is she well? You know as well as I, I never stopped loving her. I ONLY left and agreed to the terms you are your cohorts demanded, as long as Byn was to be left in peace and safety. NOW...I see no reason to not throw myself at her feet."

Senoy turned to face him, his own expression that of annoyance. "What do you mean? I have not moved against her..You know as well as I do I will not! I want to see her safe as much if not more than you."

"Your SON sees things differently. HE is pursuring her. And Moki has been stealing time from her. Did you KNOW that they have chosen to go against your wishes and behind your back? SanSenoy is DETERMINED to take her..he has killed while tracking her. Senoy...Stop this or I WILL tell Lillith everything. And take my chances on protecting she and Byn myself..Better that Byn be destroyed by my own hand than suffer as SanSenoy would have her do."

Senoy's jaw locked as he looked at the only slightly younger angel. "I would have you do it rather than see SanSenoy harm either of them. I WILL put a stop to it..Have no fear..IF I cannot..Lillith is yours to claim...But until then, IF a can control my son and Moki, Lillith is STILL mine...she is happy with me you know...I beleive she is beginning to love me." He sneared rubbing salt in Azrael's gaping wound of a heart.

"Stop him Senoy. Or I will. And I will Make you pay for every moment of suffering you ever caused the Heart of my Heart and her daughter." and with that the angel was gone.

Updates again!!!!

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Sansenoy left the store, wiping the blood off his hands on an apron he came across at the door. The man had lasted a surprising amount of time. The only information he had left slip was that they had left town, but not if they were going home or to another part of these damn woods or anything else. All of his questions near the end had been met with blood caked grins and wheezing breaths until Sansenoy could hold it back no longer and slit the old man’s frail throat, making it look like another mouth, giving him yet another disgusting smirk.
Sansenoy went to his car, catching a glimpse of his bloodied hands and the flicks of blood against his cheeks in the rearview mirror. He gave his reflection a smirk before closing the door and sitting back in the seat. He closed his eyes and breathed deep the air, trying to find her scent again. He found it almost right away, her scent powering through the stale smell of car fumes and the tangy scent of drying blood. He drove toward where he thought the scent was leading him, slower this time, windows still down and her scent slowly surrounding him. He followed it off an exit ramp and towards a rest stop.
A dangerous smile slipped on his lips as he searches the practically empty rest stop lot, looking for her…for the both of them. They would both pay for attempting to escape, he’d see to it. The ‘lad’ would have to be killed right away, it was the only way to keep that virgin in check while he hunted down Azrael’s boy. He could imagine her, sitting in the passenger seat of his car, tears spilling over her soft white cheeks as she wept for her loss of the ‘lad’, sitting motionless as he would lazily hunt foe Azrael’s boy. After all, he knew where the boy was, he just had to get him, and what better bait was there than the virgin herself? Still, the prospect of taking the virgin before both of them…to double the horror of that sweet night in Egypt, maybe the ‘lad’ would only have to be maimed. Perhaps that would be enough for him. To attack the ‘lad’ before their precious virgin, then to fuck and kill her before the ‘lad’ and Azrael’s boy.
Sansenoy pulled up next to a truck with no mirrors. Inside were two bundles of blankets, snuggled together. This would be to easy. He killed his engine and crept toward the car, jerking open the driver’s door and throwing the first lump of blankets to the snowy ground. He let out a soft snarl as he noticed that the bundle in the car and on the ground were both empty. He did not have much time to be angry though, before a breath of a moment had passed he felt a familiar prescience behind him. He smiled and the person without turning, “I was wondering what was taking you.”

Robyn leapt out of her sleep. She had been having dreams of Sansenoy coming for her and Frank. She had seen him jerk Frank out of the truck and easily remove his left hand with a long knife before reaching for her. Frank’s blood and the look of madness in his eye is what had cause her to awake so suddenly, but now that she was awake she did not recognize anything around her. Instead of being in the snug safety of the truck, she was laying in some strange bed in an equally strange room. In that moment a flash of her dream came to her, and she began shaking all over, terrified that her dream was not a dream at all, but a horrific memory. Robyn slowly took in her surroundings, seeing a bed next to her own. She slowly walked over to it, wanting to know who was being held in here with her, and was delighted to see Frank. With tears in her eyes she shook him awake, wanting to see his hurt hand and maybe help him. When Frank opened his eyes, he looked surprised to see her.
“Bert, why are you awake?”
Robyn wrapped her arms tight around him, holding him close and smelling in his scent of shampoo and cookies.
“Oh Frank…your hand, I…”
“What’s wrong with my hand,” Frank said as he showed her both of them, wiggling the fingers at her.
Robyn felt the shock on her own face, “but…but Sansenoy…he…he…”
Frank took her face in his hands, searching her eyes, “Bert dear, there is no need to worry. I…we…Raphael and his friend came and got us. They are escorting us home, driving us themselves. They felt S-sansenoy getting close. They were able to get to us before he did, but you were already out cold…asleep I mean, so they just put you in the backseat and drove us here so we could sleep. They are gonna have us home before long. In time to celebrate New Year’s eve they said.”
Robyn looked Frank in the eye, her dream still floating sickly in her head.
“How…how do I know its true?”
Frank’s thumb caressed her cheek, “how’s about this.”
Frank’s lips pressed gently against her’s, his kiss desperate and earnest. Robyn smiled at him as he pulled away, the shy look in his eyes more of a give away than the kiss, but Robyn did believe him. She climbed under the covers with Frank, not asking if it was ok, and Frank was not one to complain. He seemed to know how terrified she was. Before long though, the two of them were sound asleep, while in the other room, Raphael and Vanessa were telling Azrael that Frank and Robyn were safe and sound in their care.
“Fear not brother, Robyn and Frank will arrive safely in a few days.”
“Watch one another as well,” Azrael said as he cracked the door open and watched Robyn and Frank sleep together. He envied that he could not take them himself.
“Can we not take them as you took them to AC?”
“No Vanessa,” Azrael said with a soft sigh, closing the door, “I don’t want their trail found. Perhaps Sansenoy will think they are somewhere else.”
But he doubted it.
Azrael clasped Raphael’s arm before Vanessa gave him a hug and pressed a small kiss against his cheek, “be careful Az, please.”
Azrael nodded, favoring them both with a smile, and in a moment was gone.