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I'm The One Who Waits For You...; Metallica, Iron Maiden, James/OFC
Topic Started: November 24, 2009, 5:26 pm (66,502 Views)
Kimmi
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Uhh... for a moment I thought there was going to be a threesome something... :P
James liked it for sure... Angel is a teaser. :biggrin :horns2
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Good job Angel !!!!! Hehehe whut an interesting show for our friend James, huh! :biggrin :biggrin
He's surely a lucky one !
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elena
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That was hot.... :drool
If I was Angel,I wouldn't share James with that striper too. :biggrin
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Thanks for reading!
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XII. Hell's Bells.




(Angel's POV)




Steve found absolutely amazing place to film our new video clip and Bruce and I decided to drive there together. After short sibling bickering, we picked my new car and after another few minutes of arguing, I handed him my keys, since I knew he'd drive me crazy whining all the way, that I don't trust him driving. In a few hours of him at the helm and me 'back seat driving', we arrived at the old church just south of Claygate.

The place looked absolutely wicked. Huge old threes, half fallen stone wall around ancient looking church with the cemetery by it's side. Stone walls were covered in vines and tall stained glass windows made it look almost medieval. We slowly walked to the massive door as it opened, letting out Jim, our camera tech.

“C'mon guys, we need to start!” He had a few power cords wrapped around his shoulder and a huge childish like smile on his face.

I looked up while passing through the arches of the entrance, the walls were coming in closer at the ceiling, roofing semicircular space in a half-dome. Then the big hall with multiple rows of benches with iron work covered backs.

“This is beautiful!” I gasped and Bruce raised his head, looking around in amazement.

“Yeah... this is something, too bad it was forgotten and just a handful of people know about this place, some crazy monk is watching over it.”

“I knew you'd like it!” Steve walked towards us. “Well, we only need one scene here, don't have much time, so let's start.”

Two long tables, covered in dark red velvet drapes with multiple lit candles stood on the both saides of the altar. On the left side there was a stand with a big, open Gospel book, and a small pool on the right. I stepped closer to the pond, looking at the shimmering with reflected through the stained glass window rainbow-like rays on the water.

“Is this where they used to baptize people?”

“Yeah, I guess...” Adrian stood on his knee and dipped his fingers in the pool. “Cold!”

“Hey, don't stick your sinful, dirty hands in the holy water!” Bruce smiled at him, and turned to me.

“Okay, sis, we have to do this and I know you hate the idea, but.. just go with it, okay?” He picked up the feathery white wings and I turned with a sigh as he fastened them behind my back.

“Do I have to wear this crap?” I covered my eyes with my hand.

“Just go with me on that, please! You'll see, it'll be great!” Bruce looked at me, trying very hard not to laugh and give me puppy eyes at same time.

“For the record, I hate this.” I growled at him, trying to adjust my guitar strap over the wings.

“Okay, we shoot this part, and then later, if you don't like it we'll remove it from the video.” Bruce looked at me, then smiled. “You look great!”

I glared at my brother and he nodded to Jim to start the demo. Loud heavy sound bounced off the ancient walls, stage lights went on and we got to our positions.

A few repeats later I started feeling the heat from the stage lights, and thick feathery fluff on my back wasn’t helping, to make matter worst, with every move the wings slide, pulling on my guitar strap.

I tried to backed up from the burning lights, forgetting about the candles behind me, and immediately felt wave of heat on my back. I looked back and saw my wings bursting into the flames.

”Oh... Shit!” I turned sweeping candles on the floor, few of them roll on the floor, setting the table cloth on fire. I gasped, backing up and feeling flames on my wings grow.

Bruce jumped to me, pushing me forward, as I tried to cover my face. I grabbed his arms, losing balance and we both collapsed into the pool of cold water.

“Fuck! I told you it was a bad idea!” I sat myself up, trying to get my wet hair off my face. Steve and Jim were putting last flames down with the fire extinguisher, covering all mess in white foam. Smoke was raising up to the ceiling.

“I wasn't planning for you to set this place on fire!” Bruce helped me out of the water and got out himself. “And don't say fuck in church!”

“Why? You just said it too!” I pushed him back into the pond, laughing.

“Now you really look like Hell Angel!” Steve cackled.

I was standing with black patches on my wings, half burned with wires exposed, shaking from laughter and the cold, and dripping with water.

“Would someone please help me take this shit off.”

Bruce crawled out of the pool and sat on the edge, taking his shoes off and draining the water out, sending charcoal pieces of feathers from my wings float on the surface.

“Well.... that water is defiantly not Holy anymore.” I giggled. “I hope no one would drink it. Dammit Bruce! It's all you fucking idea! Can we drop it now?”

Bruce looked at me with a sigh. “Fine. I should've known better, to try to make angel out of you.”

I saw a dark figure of the man in long monk clothes passing by the wall, he stepped closer, looking over disaster then turned to us with anger twisted face.

“Leave now! All of you, leave!”

He turned to the altar and dropped on his knees. The crew quickly started to pack our equipment, carrying it to the cars and I walked closer to the monk. He was picking candles of the floor and placing them back on the half burned table.

“I'm sorry... we are leaving... sorry about all this... it was an accident... we'll pay for the damage...” I touched his shoulder and he abruptly turned, making me back up under his hateful glare.

“Leave, just leave! I don't need your money! God is angry with you, and give you a message, you don't belong here in his house! Hell is awaits for you!” His face changed to a disgusted look. “You'll burn in Hell!”

Shivers took over my body and I quickly turned almost running to the door, feeling monk's piercing eyes on my back. His words had woken up a demon of the long gone past, the past that I try so hard to forget. I will burn in Hell and I know that.



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namenlos
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OMG, they're gonna burn in Hell! :lol: Awesome update, I loved it! :biggrin
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Kimmi
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Great update! :biggrin :horns2
She's got some attitude...
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Hahaha class!
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elena
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Greate update,as usually! :horns:
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Awesome !!!! :D
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oh god that was classic XD
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Thanks girls!!!
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XIV. Bring your daughter to the slaughter.





(Angel's POV)





For the rest of the day monk's words followed me, pounding in my head and I'd finally gave up, telling my family that I don't feel too good, escaping to the bedroom. I tried to silent my unpleasant thoughts with my music, it has always helped before, but this time it wasn't working. James came to the bedroom and my thought were pushed deep inside, with his loving touches, but as soon as thrill of sex subsided, the darkness returned. I fell asleep with heavy heart, remembering the long forgotten past, things I'd buried deep inside, things I didn't want to remember.

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I hated this room, there was nothing here, just a bed, a table, a night stand, and a huge black crucifix on the white wall. Uncle Tom was a priest, and everything in his house was a reminder of that. I didn't want to come here, but my mother insisted. She felt overwhelmed with me and my brother both being out of control after our father had left us.

I just turned thirteen, my brother was sixteen, and we were spending all of our time with his friends, dreaming of becoming a band. But my mom had a different idea of what a girl my age should do, and it was certainly not hanging out with older boys in the garage, playing guitar. She tried to ground me, but I snuck out of the window, so she sent me here as punishment.

Worst of all, my uncle's house was so far up north, that I was cut off from all my friends, closely monitored, not even allowed to use the phone without his presence. He'd drag me to his church every day, leaving me under the strict eyes of the nuns, who tried to teaching me manners.

Dress up like a girl, talk like a girl, no swearing, no bold statements. I refused to follow their rules, questioned every word, and soon everyone in convent knew they'd picked the wrong kind of girl, I fought about everything.

I quietly opened my door and walked to the stairs, looking down from the balcony, it was dark on the first floor. Good, that meant that my uncle had gone to bed. I sighed in relief, carefully closed my door and opened my suitcase, pulling out a small radio, my treasure. I'd managed to sneak it in hidden in my clothes, the only thing that was keeping me from going crazy in this house. I turned it on and flipped trough the channels, trying to find something to listen to. Led Zeppelin's Kashmir, was God sent.

I placed the radio to my ear and started dancing with the music, trying not to make any noise. I closed my eyes and imagined myself on the stage, playing guitar. I was completely taken by the music, letting my imagination take me far away, leaving the real world behind.

Suddenly, I felt a creepy chills as if someone was watching me, and my eyes flew open. Uncle Tom was standing at the door with an weird look on his face. Oh... shit. I quickly turned the radio off, hiding it behind my back, and prepared myself for a long conversation about the evil in the music I listened to.

He walked to me, ripped the radio from my hands and smashed it on the floor. I gasped, watching pieces of my treasure scattering on the dark wood. My only escape was gone, and it was too much for me to handle. My fingers tightened to fists, as I looked back at my uncle, not even trying to cover my fury.

“I hate your house and your rules! I hate being here! It's like a prison! If Mom doesn't want me back, I'll run away, I will not stay here! I fucking hate it!!!”

“How dare you swear in this house! You little demon! How dare you speak to me in that tone of voice?” He stepped closer, towering over me, anger twisted his face, and I felt his fist hitting my jaw, knocking me off my feet and to the floor. Sharp pain and the taste of blood brought tears to my eyes and fed up my anger to a boiling point.

“Nazi! You're a fucking Nazi! I hate you!”

I was ready for another hit or verbal outburst, but his face changed and he reached to me, carefully helping me up.

“Sorry... I didn't mean to hit you...” He wiped blood off my face and I felt my eyes watering. All the anger and frustration was coming out. My parents' divorce, my mother's breakdown, me stuck here, unable to do anything about it, all of it twisted my body in iron claw of self-pity, pushing out in tears. He pulled me to him, letting me cry on his chest, and stroked my hair.

“Don't cry... everything will be okay...” His hand slid to my back, pulling me closer and I felt his fingers moving lower. “You're such a beautiful girl... so beautiful... so much fire in you...”

He lowered his head, pulling my face up and his lips touched mine as his hands slid under my top, pushing up. A wave of sickness raised in my throat. Had he lost his mind? I pushed back in horror but he gripped to my hand pushing it to his hardened groin.

“What are you doing?” I ripped my arm out of his grip, backing up in disbelieve, of what was happening.

He licked his lips, closing in on me with hungry look. “Just be a good girl, let me have what I want, and I won't hurt you.”

He had a disgusting lustful grin on as he stepped closer, trapping me between him and the bed.

“You're my uncle! You sick fuck!” One thought was pulsating in my mind. I had to run. I had to get away.

He read my intentions, moving in fast and pushing me on the bed, his body pushed me into the covers, his hands battling with mine, twisting, pulling, grabbing, disgustingly hungry.

“Let me go!” I screamed and managed to push him off of me. I couldn't believe this was happening, all I could think of was running. Away from him, from this house. He caught up with me on the balcony a few steps from the stairs, sending me down to the floor with another blow to the side of my head. He quickly lowered himself to me, and I tried to push him off, but he was much stronger.

“You have no where to run, no one wants you!”

“Let me go, you bastard!”

In a seconds, my hands were pulled to the side and pinned to the floor and his lips moved by my ear in creepy whisper.

“I don't want to hurt you... so just be a good girl and let me take what I want... I will get it one way or the other...” He pushed one of my arms under my body, so he can free one of his hands preventing me from fighting back. And I winced with pain, barely breathing under his weight.

His hand searched my body as he laid slobbery kisses on my face and neck. I felt his erection pressing against my groin, rubbing against me and all I could do is turn my head trying to escape his hungry lips, that were whispering into my exposed skin.

“Good girl... good little girl...”

His hand caught my chin, holding my face in place and his lips covered mine. I felt nausea raising up from my stomach, when his tongue slid on my tightly closed teeth. My heart was racing from fear and anger, but I was helpless in his strong grip. As soon as he pulled back, I spat into his face and received a few strong blows of his fist to my face. His hands ripped my top in half and I pleaded with the last hope that his mind would return to him.

“Please don't...you can't...” I tried to fight back, but he pressed his forearm to my throat, making me gasp for air. His hand tore the rest rest of my shirt off and gripped my breast. As his hungry hand slid to my pajama pants, pulling them off, I bit into his forearm and received another series of hits, that made my head spin. This wasn't happening, was all I could think.

Soon he got more impatient and pulled one of my hand to his groin, rubbed the back of it against his erected dick.

“You're such a good little girl... mnn...” He lifted himself slightly, to take his pants off and I saw my only chance to get away from this nightmare.

“I said, fuck off!” I pushed him to side, kicked him in the groin with my knee, and quickly stood up. Everything went blurry and I held on to a nearby wall.

“You little bitch! I'll kill you!” He grabbed my arm, twisting it behind my back and threw me against the wall, pulling and twisting my arm up. Sharp pain ran through my body as I felt my bone crack. I fell to my knees and in a slow motion I saw his steal-toed boot coming toward me, sharp pain on the side of my chest followed.

Another kick reached my shoulder and another landed on my stomach, I was trying to cover my face and chest as best I could as he was taking his anger out.

“Bitch! You will be obedient!” My mouth was full of blood, it was hard to breath. I felt my bones break, my ribs, arms, every kick bringing more agony, a few blows reached my face and my brain gave up under overwhelming pain.

Just don't pass out, don't pass out, if you do, he'll... the darkness closed over me.

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I felt the cold floor under my body, and tried to move but pain immediately came back. I couldn't see very well, one of my eyes was swollen shot, all I could see is rail of the stairs and a white wall. How long was I out? Did he? Oh please no... I moved my head, feeling my body with my hand and felt tears burning over my wounded face. My clothes was gone, legs were spread apart and the floor under me was sticky with blood.

“You're awake, good. You're mine now, and from now on I want you to be a good girl and do what I say.” He liked his lips, lowering himself by my legs.

“No! I won't!” I didn't recognize my own voice, distorted with pain.

With all of the strength of my broken body I pushed him with my legs, putting all my anger into it. Sharp pain twisted my chest, making me breath shallow and fast. His bloody hand slid on the wall, trying to get a grip before his body tilted back, eyes widened and he was gone out of my bleary vision, his scream abruptly stopped with a cracking noise. I pulled myself to the edge, just to see him lay on the floor, his eyes were open, head turned to the side in a weird position. I rolled to my side and another sharp pain made me gasp, breathing came out in bubbling red foam.

I turned to the side, and tried to get up, holding up to the wall, and leaving blood marks all over the white paint. I pulled the phone off the hook, dialing emergency number and bent over with a cough shaking my body, twisting more pain out of my broken ribs. I fell back to the floor spitting out blood, and choking. Everything turned red, then black...

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“Angel! Please wake up! It's just a dream. Angel! Baby!” Someone was holding my shoulders. My eyes flew open and I saw my husband's worried face in front of me.

“James!” I gripped his waist, pulling him close, my face was wet with tears, my body was shaking with the remains of pain.

“You were screaming and crying, I tried to wake you up... Are you okay?” The sound of his voice chased my demons away, the pain slowly rendered as my mind returned form my past, to present time.

“I'm going to Hell...when I die...” I sobbed into his shoulder.

He pulled away, smiling. “Angels don't go to Hell, even Hell Angels.”

“This one will...” I pushed closer to him, fighting my tears. “I know...he's waiting for me there....”

James took my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. “That was just a dream... what ever you saw, it wasn't real...”

“I wish it wasn't... it happened a long time ago... I never told you...” I let him go and sat up on the bed, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them, to stop my shivers.

“What are you talking about?” James sat by my me, pulling me back into his arms.

“Remember when we went skiing in Colorado and I fell? They did x rays and the doctor asked me about all those old injuries...”

“Yeah... I remember... I saw x-ray, he showed me while you were changing... he counted twenty-seven broken bones... you said they are from a car accident...”

I lowered my face into my knees and whispered.

“I've never been in a car accident....I...” I took a deep breath and swallowed, fighting my tears.

“When I was thirteen... my uncle raped me... I was fighting back....he beat the shit out of me...till I passed out...and he...and then I woke up and... I push him down the stairs... I killed him...” I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. “He's in Hell.. that is where I'm going... and he's there waiting for me...”

James' arms tightened around me, hand carefully pulled my face up and I saw his eyes darkened, muscles on his cheeks moved, tensing up in anger. He pulled me to him and I felt his jaw clench, teeth grinned as his whispered.

“You were just a kid... baby...” He choked on his words pulling me closer, his hand brushed over my hair, lips pressed to my head, quivering.

“You're not going to Hell, you killed a monster, not a man.”



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Awww poor Angel!
How sad.
And James was right. Killed a monster not a man.
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Aw, man... poor Angel. :(
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Wow that was intense.

:o

All I can say. AND CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPT' !!!! :wink
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Poor girl... :(
She did what she had to... and what the monster deserved. :huh:
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