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Julian sighed as he rolled his head on his neck, red colored hair falling into his dark red, almost black eyes. He was tall at six foot three. Underneath the black clothes he wore, was a body that was sculpted perfectly with muscles that were not huge, but not too small either. He ran his fingers through his hair as he walked down the street. He had heard from a few of the other vampires in the area that angel blood was something he needed to get his hands on. The only problem was that angels were not around as often as they used to be. It was rare to find angels to feed on.

He put his hands into his blood red pants pockets as he walked. His eyes glanced around. It was time to feed...he really wanted to taste an angel...but he needed blood too. He shook his head at himself, not even knowing why he was trying so hard at something that was near impossible. He would have to be one lucky bastard to find an angel. And lately, Lady Luck was not on his side.
 
Julian may not know it but Lady Luck was about turn the tables completely around for him and make him one lucky bastard that moonlit night. He may not know it but an angel had just fluttered down and landed nearby. And as if to make up for all the bad luck the angel was a female, and she very tired from flying almost all day. This angel was named Gweneal. She felt her feet touch down on an old abandoned road and smiled, weakly. The angel was exhausted, she had never flown for such a long period before. The angel started to walk along the path, headed toward an old run down cathedral, the long white skirt of her dress sweeping along the ground. She would rest there for the night to regain her strength. She didn't notice that as she walked a single white feather from one of her wings fell and landed on the ground, gleaming weakly, marking that an angel had walked down the path. The angel soon reached the cathedral and stepped inside.

Gweneal was a rather pretty, but then again most angels were. She had long flowing light blue hair, big olive green eyes, cute little ears with silver cross earrings, and pale skin but not unnaturally so. She was a petite angel, only five four, with a slender build. Her body was very attractive though, with firm breasts, slim arms and legs, a slender waist and delicate hips. She was currently wearing a dress, the top a dark purple, with gold embroidery along the edges that, revealed some of her torsos flesh. The bottom of the dress was of the purest white, only outshone by her wings. And wrapped around her neck was a choker as dark as the night sky.
 
Julian rounded the corner just as the angel walked into the cathedral, missing her by just seconds. As he walked, he tilted his head to the side in curiosity, spotting something of the purest white in the middle of the dirty sidewalk. Raising his eyebrows, he walked over to it and removed his hand from his pocket to pick it up. He blinked, twirling the feather in his fingers. There were no birds as white as this around this part. And he could tell that this was not just a bird feather. He raised his eyebrows a little bit. He knew what this was. Smirking, he glanced around for a moment before spotting the cathedral.

He figured, if he was an angel, he would go into there first. So, that's where he headed. He slipped inside of the old abandoned building and looked around slowly. His vampiric senses able to let him see in the dark. He walked slowly, hoping that the poor little angel would leave more breadcrumbs to follow.
 
The dirt and dust on the old cathedrals stone floor was disturbed, as if something had recently just passed through. A clue that something had entered inside, though it would be rather hard to spot in the darkness, and it would be hard to tell if it was a humanoid or a beast, there were no footprints. Gweneal hadn't even known that the long skirt of her dress had left a dustless trail in the dirt, but if she did she wouldn't have worried to much about it. The trail and the cathedral itself had looked like it had been abandoned long ago. The angel had no idea that there was a vampire on her tail, nor did she have any idea that he was inside the cathedral, she hadn't heard anyone walk inside.

Gweneal was currently lying down on an ancient stone pew, that was underneath one of the few remaining unbroken windows. The moonlight was shining down on her form, illuminating it faintly, though no one would have been able to see her from the front of the cathedral, the stone pews would block anyones view. She had her olive green eyes closed, her light blue hair was covering part of her face, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed in and out, the breathing became slower as the seconds passed. It appeared that the angel was trying to go to sleep. The woman had no idea of the danger that lurked inside.
 
Julian followed the trail, able to see it a little bit in the dark. He was sure this was no beast, nor something that could bring him down. He twirled the feather in his fingers. He figured it was an angel. And if not...well he was always ready for a good fight. His foot steps were silent as he stalked his new prey. He glanced around at the old building for a moment before continuing on his way. He had never been inside of one of these places before.

He licked his lips, his sensitive hearing able to pick up the light breathing from behind the stone pews. He smirked as he looked around him and was delighted and excited, in more ways than one, at what he saw. Then he blinked as an image of his late wife came to his mind. He shook his head and stepped back a little bit. No. He was being stupid. He stepped back toward her and laid his body down on top of hers, moving her hair to expose her neck.
 
The angel didn't hear the undead approach, so silent were his foot steps on the stone floor. She didn't know the danger that was right in front of her, she had just managed to fall asleep, a faint smile was on her peaceful sleep. For a second she thought she felt something tickling her neck, as if someone had moved some of her long hair, causing the angel to let out a soft murmur in her sleep. But as soon as she felt a sudden weight lie down on top of her slender body, her olive green eyes shot open, the angel was now awake and panicking, her heart rate increasing.

It took her eyes a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, but when they did she could see that the sudden weight on her body was caused by what appeared to be a human that was for some reason lying on top of her. And not just any human but, from what she could see in the moon light, a young male. Gweneal let out a shriek of terror, she had no clue what it was that this person wanted but, because of the fact that he was lying on top of her, she had a few ideas and none of them were good. The angel started to wiggle underneath the mans body, trying to get free. “Get off of me!” She shrieked as she managed to free one arm and started to weakly hit him.
 
Julian growled lightly when she started to hit him, even though it did not hurt him, it was still annoying. He grabbed her wrist with one hand and pinned it over her head. "Stop or I will kill you..." he whispered in a soft, but deep voice. He then leaned down to nuzzle against her neck lightly and lick up the throbbing vein. The others had always told him not to play with his food, but sometimes, Julian just couldn't help it. And right now he wanted to savor every last moment with this angel.

But before she could attack him again, he opened his mouth around her neck as his fangs grew longer. Then he pierced her skin and started to drink. He moaned against her neck. It was the best he had ever had in his whole four hundred years of living. He felt himself instantly grow hard and sitff for her.
 
Gweneal let out a yelp of surprise when the man grabbed her delicate wrist and skillfully pinned it down on the the cold stone pew, right over her head. Her olive green eyes widened in fear when he threatened to kill her if she didn't stop, the tone in his deep voice made it all to clear that he was serious. She saw his head move closer to her as he leaned down, her slender body shuddering underneath him as he nuzzled against the warm flesh of her neck, his face was unnaturally cold, just like his hand. The angel couldn't help but to let out a whimper of pure terror when she felt the mans wet tongue lick the flesh right above her pulsing artery.

Gweneal had only just started to think about struggling to get away from when she suddenly felt the man's lips part and his mouth open on her neck. She thought she thought she felt something in his mouth grow longer but before she could even think of what it could be he bit her. The angel let out an agonized scream as his fangs painfully pierced the warm flesh right above her throbbing veins and start to drink her sweet blood, tears pain started to flow down the angels pretty face as she realized what he was. He was part of the undead, a vampire. Gweneal started to struggle weakly once more as she felt him moan in pleasure against her neck, whimpering in fear as she felt something stiff pressed against her. If couldn't be the creatures manhood...could it? Oh god she prayed that it wasn't.
 
Flashes of his past life with his dead wife ran through his mind and it forced him to pull away from her neck and glare down at her. Though, he was still hard for her and he couldn't help but rub himself between her legs. He licked his lips to clean off the blood. He panted softly, his body wanting her. Wanting to possess and dominate her until she screamed for her release multiple times. He swallowed, looking at her carefully and shook his head. She was not his wife. He let go of her hand and cupped her breasts, squeezing and massaging them through the fabric of her dress.

In the blink of an eye, she was naked beneath him, having used his powers to will her clothes off of her. He looked at her exposed breasts hungrily before leaning down to take one of her nipples into his mouth and started to suck on it slowly, grazing his teeth over the nub.
 
Gweneal couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of relief as the creature removed his fangs from her neck and pulled back. She thought that he was done with her, that he would let her go and leave. When she saw the vampire glare down at her though that hope was dashed. She let out a yelp of surprise as she felt the man rub against the fabric of her dress between her legs, whimpering as she watched him lick her blood off his lips and started to softly pant. He was hungry, and the angel was pretty sure that it wasn't for her blood. For a second, as he looked down at her with his dark, he seemed to be struggling with something, though what it was she didn't know. The angel saw him shake his head and felt him let go of her wrist, the hope of freedom emerged once more. But just like before that hope was shattered, but this time in a rather disturbing way. His hands were cupping her breasts, roughly massaging them through the soft fabric of her dress.

She had raised up her freed hand once more to hit him when she felt her dress vanish. Gweneal looked down at her naked body in horror, she wanted this so badly just to be a dream but the feeling of stone underneath her said otherwise. The angel looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of hunger in the vampires eyes, before she saw him bend down, gasping as he wrapped his cold lips around one of her ruby red nipples. The angel started to hit him as he sucked on her teat, quivering as his sharp teeth scraped against the soft tender flesh of her nipple. “Please! Let me go!” Gweneal cried out as she strived desperately to get free.
 
It was the blood that was keeping him here, on top of her, teasing her breasts and nipples with his teeth and hands. It was not that this woman looked like his wife, he would not accept that. Normally he would have drank until he was full and left his victim to die or survive. He never cared how much blood he took until now. He didn't kill her because he wanted more of that blood....it would be a waste to kill her now.

All he wanted from her now was to possess her body. He wondered if she was still a virgin. His hand slid down her body until he reached between her legs. He rubbed at her clit slowly, ignoring her struggling. He was stronger than she was now. After a moment, he pressed his middle finger into her hole to see if he could feel that wall or not.
 
Gweneal felt her red nipples harden as he teased one with his teeth, the other with his cold hands. She hoped that he wouldn't bite down on the nipple in his mouth and make her bleed. The angel shuddered at the thought, she didn't even want to imagine how much that would hurt, nor did she want to experience it. Ever.

The angel whimpered softly as she felt the vampires cold hand leave her breast and trail down her warm flesh, leaving goosebumps over her body. It was headed downward towards her lower regions and she tried desperately to push him off of her, but she was just to weak, and soon it was between her legs, slowly teasing her sensitive little button. At that moment she felt herself become a little wet from the slow rubbing, and she hated her body for it. After a moment of torture she felt the vampires hand shift and his cold finger suddenly surge into her tight, slightly wet, hole. Gweneal let out a scream of terror as she felt the finger press against her hymen, stopping short of actually tearing it. “Stop!” Gweneal cried out, her voice trembled in fear.
 
Julian removed his hand from between her legs and looked up at her. "You act like I am going to kill you," he muttered softly, rolling his eyes as he nuzzled back down against her breasts and licked up one slowly, over her hard nipple. "I have no intentions of killing you. Killing one with such divine blood is a waste..." he murmured against her tit. He willed his clothes off as well as he powered over her like a hungry animal. "My thirst has been satisfied for now...but my body craves something else from you..." He rubbed his erection against her clit slowly. "And I am going to get it. Whether you like it or not."
 
Gweneal shuddered as she felt the vampire pull his cold finger out of her, but she felt a small amount of relief from the finger exiting out of her and the hand being removed from between her legs. She didn't think that the way she reacted was that out of place, she was scared to death by this creature and by what he was doing to her. She saw him roll his dark red eyes before he licked up her right breast, quivering as she felt the wetness of his tongue glide over the red peak, and felt herself getting wetter and was disgusted at her body. The angel felt as well as heard his words, and though she was glad that he wasn't going to kill her, she soon felt his clothes vanish and his cool body over powering hers, the look in her eyes was a primal one, one that scared her more then any other look he had given her. Her fear only increased by what he said, that his body was craving something else from the angel, when she felt his hard manhood rubbing against her clit making her wetter, but what scared her was that he said that he was going to get it, whether she liked it or not. The angel only had one option left, she just hoped it worked.

She flapped her wings a little, blocking her face for a second. And in that second she ripped out one of her silver cross earrings, with the hand that was above her head; she had not even bothered to take off the back, her ear bleeding from the wound. And when the wing moved back down she quickly shoved her hand forward pressed the small cross against his head.
 
Julian hissed when he felt that cross against his head. He had no choice but to move off of her and glare at her. "Bitch," he snarled, his forehead burning in the shape of a cross. He closed his eyes shut, but found that her blood flowing through his veins made him heal faster than regular human blood would have. "Honestly. I am about to make you feel so good, you won't ever feel it again and you burn me with a stupid cross. Honestly, what kind of woman are you?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at her.

"What kind of woman doesn't want someone like me fucking them? That bite was supposed to make you horny as all hell..." he muttered to himself. At least, that's how it was with human women, anyway. They moaned and pretty much spread their legs without thought.
 
Gweneal quickly got up off the cold stone pew and used her angelic white wings to cover her attractive naked body. She glared at him when he called her a bitch, “I am no 'bitch.' You bit my neck, drained some of my blood, made my dress vanish, molested me and then tried to force yourself on me. So I defended myself.” She said as she looked at the burn mark on his forehead. “And I see it worked.” The angel grew a little nervous when she noticed how face the burn was healing. She quickly backed way from the man, shaking a little bit. “You thought that you were going to make me feel pleasure? You were going to rape me! Of course I am going to do anything I can to stop that from happening.” She glared back at him, though it was obvious that she was still rather weak.

“Obviously a woman like me.” When she heard what he said about the bite she automatically raised her hand and touched the wound wincing a little bit in pain. “Well obviously that didn't work, I am not, as you so crudely put, horny as all hell.” She didn't know if that was how it was supposed to work, but that is because not many angels who were attacked by vampires lived to tell, most vampires just drained them dry. She didn't know that she was protected from the effect because of what she was. The woman continued to slowly back away, keeping her naked form covered.
 
Julian rolled his eyes as he willed her dress back onto her, shaking his head. Damn. He should have just killed her. He continued to glare at her as his pants materialized back onto his body. He didn't know that crosses had that effect on him. He would have to remember that. "Fine. Then I expect you to fly on home then. You are lucky that I decided to not kill you. Any other vampire in this city would be quick to kill you," he muttered, shaking his head at the woman. He shook his head as he turned around to leave. What a big waste of time. He made sure he grabbed the feather he had found on the ground. He twirled it in his fingers as he walked away. Damn him. He should have just killed the woman and be done.
 
Gweneal felt her dress appear back on her back on her, letting out an audible sigh of relief, unfurling her wings from her body. It appeared that she wasn't going to lose her virginity that night, at least not by this man, that fact was only confirmed when the vampire's pants materialized on him. “I am resting here for there night, but if you try to come back I will attack you again. I swear to you that.” The angel said, placing her hand over her neck, it was still bleeding a little bit, she just hoped that the smell wouldn't attract more of his kind. She watched the man leave before heading back to the pew and lying down, trying to get some rest. The angel had no idea what the man had left her alive, or why he didn't rape her, she certainly was weak still, would have been quiet easy to over power her if he had wanted to. But then again, one should never look a gift in the mouth. She wrapped her wings around her and tries to fall back to sleep, hoping not to encounter any more problems.
 
Sometimes, Julian hated that he still felt human, even after four hundred years. He shook his head as he leaned against the pew, out of her site. He didn't know if a vampire would come and finish her off, but he wasn't going to chance it. He glanced around the pew at her with a glare and shook his head. Angels...what in the world was she doing here anyway? Letting out a small breath, he willed a nice warm blanket for her to seem under. Then he changed the stone she was laying on into a mattress. Of course, these things would not be there forever. That was his blanket and one of his mattresses from one of the bedrooms in his house. He couldn't make things out of thin air.
 
Gweneal thought that she felt something lightly fall down and cover her, she suddenly felt that she was back on her bed, safe from all harm. She didn't that the vampire had helped her. That this was his blanket warming her, his mattress that made her fall into a deeper sleep. And if someone had told her that she would have just scoffed at them and called them crazy. The angel snuggled deeper into the blanket, a peaceful smile on her face. It would have been somewhat amusing to watch this angel sleep, she tended to flap her wings in her sleep, sometimes hovering a little bit above the area she was sleeping. In fact she was doing that now, the blanket still on her, it looked almost as if she was dreaming about flying and the dream caused her to flap her wings, much like a dog will move his legs when the dream about chasing something.
 
Julian watched with amusement as ahe slept. He glanced down at his watch. There was about an hour left of darkness. Meaning, he would either have to crawl in the bed with her or go home and leave her here. He walked around silently, looking at all the walls. There was no windows or cracks. It seemed like he would be safe from the sun if he did end up staying here. And he might as well...since he had stayed here to watch over her anything. He let out a small breath and shook his head at himself. He couldn't believe he was doing this for someone that resembled his late wife. He had to have gone crazy. He hadn't thought about his wife in a couple centuries...and here came this angel...He kept watch for another hour before he felt the sun coming up. He glanced at the bed and crawled onto it. He conjured his own blanket, since she was floating.
 
Gweneal slowly floated back down onto the soft mattress, her olive green eyes slowly opening. She smiled weakly as her wings smacked against a rather fleshy cloud...Wait...clouds aren't fleshy. The angel looked around frantically, soon realizing that she wasn't back home in her bed, that. Though for some reason she was underneath a blanket and she was lying on a mattress, how that was possible she didn't know. But if she wasn't back home, that meant that her wing wasn't hitting a cloud, fleshy or otherwise. If it wasn't a cloud then what, or who, on earth was it? The pretty woman slowly turned her head and lifted up her pale white wing. What the angel found underneath that wing, what she had smacked, terrified her to her very core. It was the vampire from the night before. The same one that drank her holy blood, made her dress vanish, molested her with by fondling her soft breasts and by sticking one of his dreadful fingers inside of her virgin hole. She couldn't help but shiver at the memory of his middle finger touching her hymen, she had barely prevented him from taking that, she was glad that her earring had stopped him from succeeding.

The angel quickly rolled off the mattress and headed towards the farthest side of the church. Gweneal sat down in a dark corner, hugging her legs to her chest. This was bad, really bad, she knew that if she were to fly out know that humans may see her, but if she waited until night fall then that, that creature might wake up and attack her again. As much as she hated it, she had to wait til dark, maybe she could leave before he even opened his eyes.
 
Julian barely even moved when the wing hit him because once a vampire was out, they were out until the sun went back down. So he slept peacefully, looking more angelic when he slept than when he was away. He didn't notice her as she got out of the bed and moved away from him. He didn't move through all the hours he slept. Feeling the sun just go down, his body forced himself to wake up. He rolled onto his back and stretched his arms over his head with a small yawn. He opened his eyes and glanced around for a moment. Standing up, he willed a long sleeve shirt on and got off the mattress. As soon as he was off, the mattress and the blanket disappeared back to his house. He glanced around, wondering where that angel went.
 
The angel had just reached the entrance to the building when she heard a small yawn. Her entire body froze at the sound. The vampire had awoken. Gweneal fumbled frantically with the door, not caring anymore how much noise she made, she needed to get out of there and fast. She knew that she hadn't recovered all her strength but if she could just get outside, maybe just maybe, she could fly away. At least far enough to get away from the creature. Her heart was beating so fast against her ribs, to her each beat sounded like a drum, she was positive that he would hear it. If he did, if he turned to face her, what was he going to do to her? Was he going to feed off her again? Was he going to rape her? She didn't want to even think about all the possibilities. But damn it all the door wasn't budging an inch no matter how much she pushed or pulled with all of her strength. The thing was jammed! Gweneal slowly turned around to face the vampire, her olive green eyes filled with terror.
 
"Now, let me see here," Julian whispered, tilting his head to the side as he watched the angel. "Are you strong enough to fly home?" he asked curiously, raising his eyebrows a little bit. "Because I guarantee you, if another vampire saw you walking around, he would not be as nice as I was," he whispered, keeping a few feet between them so she wouldn't be even more scared. "They will rape you and then drain the rest of your blood..." he nodded his head slowly at her. "But if you stick with me, I will keep you safe and I won't touch unless you want it."
 
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