ForgetTomorrow-ForgetToday !!Gwen+Caine!!

[Gwen Ridgeway (Cas)]

Sweet dreams are made of these...

Gwen walked through the amusement park, ignoring the beautiful lights and taunting people. Alcohol consumed many minds, making them more dangerous to the angel. She didn't know she came to be in this sickening place. Something had drawn her form outside, some kind of destiny. It was a stupid thought that she kenw was fake. Just because she was an angel, didn't mean she was God's child.
The days seemed too long, while they came too quickly. It seemed impossible, but the horror of Gwen's life seemed to overpower logic. The angel still had nightmares from her younger days. They were times of darkness and teeth, blood and torture. She didn't know how she lived to tell the tale, and she no longer wished to live.
The evidence was cut into her wrists, along her arms and carved into her thighs. The words hurt, but served to remind her of many things. Including the fact that just because she was an angelic icon, she was not worth the feathers on her hidden wings. They were wings that she often hid so that others wouldn't put her though what she already lived through.
A terrible feeling washed over Gwen as a shadow fell over her. She noticed that there were more than one head, more then one set of shoulders. No, this wasn't one man, it was a threat; one that causes her to tremble.

As she turned around, the me laughed at her, tried to lure her with pretty words and vulgar suggestions. They thought that she would be fun, easy and obviously lacking in male attention. They didn't seem to take no for an answer as one grabbed her long hair, the other gripping the sleeve of her baggy gray sweatshirt. The cuts on her arms stung, the cuts tearing open to cause a new wave of pain.
Gwen knew that they had realized her race when one hissed out the word like a curse, or warning. Either way, she was not going to stay sill and allow them to take her. It wouldn't happen again, she would rather die. She might die!

[Caine Westley Mckee]

This world is older than any of you know, and contrary to popular mythology, it did not begin as a paradise.

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DEMONS WALKED THE EARTH; MADE IT THEIR HOME -- THEIR HELL..[/center]

It had been several days, almost a week actually, since the dark-haired vampire had come out into town. Caine Westley had been many places in his lifetime, seeing as he had a tendency to avoid being in one place very long, but he didn't mind Figaro so far, he had only been there for a very short while. The town was just crawling with fellow vampires and other magical creatures; and of course, humans. He had a feeling that he would be able to amuse himself here for quite some time. Looking up at the lights from the amusement park around him Caine wondered briefly what it would be like to actually stay in a single area for once, but it didn't really matter. The vampire embraced the bloodlust and his natural ability to kill humans, however after centuries of endless killing sprees, the constant pools of blood around him did get a little boring. It seemed as though it was always the same, hopeless screaming victims with different faces. Caine had lived long enough through life, and death to know that true death was the only taste he required. The death he required was a death that would never come.

Tonight was the night Caine decided to make himself known to the community of Figaro. Since coming to the community by some unknown command Caine denied his thirst, looking to calm down for a moment and maybe find a place to settle down, have a family all that jazz. Wait I'm lying. That wasn’t his style. However it was his first time feeding since he arrived. He was starved. Since coming only a week ago the vampire kept to himself, watching from the inside of his apartment, not being able to step out into the daylight. Beyond anything in the world, he was envious of those beings that could walk into the light. He wasn’t so lucky, although he was strong enough to withstand the first blow of the UV light; there was still that sting that kept the boy inside the confines of stone walls. Here he was walking around, the night air filling his lungs, the breeze blowing through his hair. There was the sound of laughter and drunks stumbling and running around, going from ride to ride, and this made the old vampire think back to his days as a boy where such was found with a hula-hoop and a stick. Life had improved.

He walked over to the convenience stand trying to haggle away a free stick of cotton candy from the lady at the stand. The object was for effect, he wanted to see how people would look at him if he wasn’t a dead boy living in a porcelain shell. The ploy however did not work. She was immune to his mind tricks, a thought that left him with the realization that he had no money and would need to get an actual job. He wasn’t going to stay here, he was going to leave, get back to his regular routine of feeding violently. He was walking away from the stand when he saw a site that was to him interesting. Men yelling over a girl. He didn’t understand the argument because he was too far away so e moved closer to the people, looking around while doing it. He didn’t want to meddle in other’s business if there was nothing to worry about, he didn’t want to make any enemies, so quickly.

After feeling an angel’s energy engulfing his form as he approached he knew that he was not going to let these men get to her, it wasn’t that he thought that he was going to kill her, and take the blood for himself, it was more along the line of him not wanting an angel’s blood to go to men that did not deserve her. He was going to make them regret ever looking at her in the first place. He flitted the rest of the way towards the group. First ripping the first off her, smiling as he threw each to the ground. There was a certain pleasure that filled him as the men showed pain, pain that Caine caused. It was then that something caught his attention. One of the men had cut his head on the blunt ground and his forehead was gushing blood. Blood which enticed the vampire to feed immediately. No longer did the girl even appear to him, there was only Caine and blood, only vampire and life force, so he began to drink, drink until full. Well he drank all of the one’s blood the others seemed to disperse.

He was done, the body thrown to the ground in a heap. ”Mon Chere, your hurt, let me help you with that” Caine giggled while looking at the girl he then took a hold of her bleeding arms and licked the blood away, the blood giving him shocks of pleasure on his tongue. This blood was unlike anything that he had ever dreamed of, but he would never drink from an angel. He had seen vamps loose themselves while swimming in the blood.

[Gwen Ridgeway (Cas)]

Sweet dreams are made of these...

As terror consumed Gwen, she tried to fight, tried to struggle free, a task that seemed impossible. She had taken self defense classes, to learn how to defend herself, not that that seemed to help in this situation. Everything she knew went right out of her head as the boys struggled with her. She didn't know what they wanted, but she didn't care, they weren't getting it. Gwen tried to kick the first one, hoping that that would loosen his grip on her arm, but it only seemed to anger him more. She was going to try again when something weird happened.
The man holding onto her was pulled away, a strangled cry ripping from his chest. He was thrown to the ground so quickly that she could only see a blur of movement. Gwen wanted to run but people had made a circe around them, cutting of her exits, smiling while simply watching the show. She was disgusted by their behavoir, watching someone get attacted for no reason at all.
Of course she was an Angel and that made it alright to want to bleed her out, take her wings or try to deflower her. No one cared about the life that would have ended, but would rather watch the events as if they were the newest TV show. At least someone came to her aid, or did he?
The fight went on, the new man clearly winning even against multiple assailants. It was then that she realized what was happening. He was a vampire, and was drinking blood. She barely got that thought out when he turned to her, looking at her arm where the sleeve had accidentally raised, seeing the cuts on her arms, the blood leaking from them. She knew that Angel blood was supposed to be undeniable, learned that when she was bleed nightly to satisfy the person she thought had loved her.
As the vampire's tongue traveled along her flesh, Gwen's eyes widened, unbelievable fear cursing through her veins, the very veins that cried their crimson tears. She didn't know what to do. If this was a sign of possession to the others watching her, she didn't want it happening. Hell, she didn't even want this guy tasting her blood. She knew it was addictive and it could make people go crazy. She thought this vampire might already be crazy, however.
She acted quickly before she could think, or alert the vampire. Gwen kicked him in the crotch, her only defense against a vampire hellbent on drinking her blood. As soon as the blow landed, she tore her arm away and ran for it, pushing people out of her way as she raced from the large amusement park. She knew she needed to get to Tomas, the leader of her kind, but she didn't think she would make it. There were just too many people who would see a hurt angel too easy of a target to pass up.

[Caine Westley Mckee]

This world is older than any of you know, and contrary to popular mythology, it did not begin as a paradise.

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DEMONS WALKED THE EARTH; MADE IT THEIR HOME -- THEIR HELL..[/center]

No pain; that was what was promised to Caine as he found new life. His master had promised him no pain, no sickness, no death, but instead he had all of those things. People that he loved fell to the ground around him dying from famine and age, the masses we walked within were destroyed by sickness, and now his had the last of those things. A scorching pain rocketed through his form from the place where her leg ended up. It was a shock to the vampire that she would do this to him, he wasn’t going around killing her, and he was saving her from an attack and cleaning the cuts. Although there would be no permanent damage the pain still caused the French vampire to show pain in his face, an expression that had been torn from his face many years ago. Blue eyes glowed at the female as she fought with the crowd to get away, she was beautiful in her struggle. Her blood still left its mark on the vampire’s lips, the smell of her soft angelic skin still remaining close to his senses. He wanted to keep her next to him. He was being selfish, silly even. There was no reason for woman to stay, she was acting the way that all of the others should have. he thought it would be best if she got away, away from the area, away from her assailants and for a moment he wanted her to be on the other side of the world, far enough from himself that he would not come after her.

She was running, running away, out into the distance as her blood worked through him, making him feel extraordinary. The pain in his throbbing member subsided and still people crowded around him. They were contemplating whether or not to bring him down so that he wouldn’t hurt anyone else, but the vampire could tell that there was no one brave enough to bring him down in the crowd most were Weres –scared- or were humans. They didn’t seem like they were going to break a hole in the circle though to let him through, they just were looking at him long stares.

Not being able to take the looks anymore the vampire looked around at all of them finding a space where he could push through and did just that, he flitted away from the group and off to find the female who’s blood and smell haunted his memory. He was controlled by the memory; he needed the smell, the view again. It didn’t take long to catch up with the angel, he was always very fast, and once adding the preternatural life to it, he was much faster than a cheetah catching his prey. He ended up in front of her, touching her shoulders to stop her. He was like a mist before coming to her. And when he appeared the dark prince smiled at the brilliance her face radiated.

”Mon petite young belle, is that how you thank your saviour? I saved you from those thugs; they were going to do terrible things to you, you and I both know that. I kill them, get them to leave you in peace never to come again, and then I help you by taking the smell of you blood away from your arm. I did that so that no vampires would smell you, and take you for themselves. Angels are too dangerous for that. So I do all that mon chere and you injure me? Is that how you say thank you? Well is it?” Caine scoffed holding her in place, no he wasn’t asking for a thank you, but just a little time to take in the intoxication he absorbed by looking into her face.

[Gwen Ridgeway (Cas)]

Sweet dreams are made of these…

The cold air stung Gwen’s pale skin as she raced away from the scene of the fight. She couldn’t seem to run fast enough through the snow. The white flakes fell as if there was nothing wrong in the world. It was almost heavenly, a strange thing for the angel to think about. She knew that God wasn’t with her, not after what had happened to her in the past. He wasn’t with her now, she was sure. It wasn’t God who lead her into that park only to be attacked. Even someone who had abandoned her couldn’t be that cruel…could he?
The angel didn’t want to think about any of it as she sprinted through the darkness, he chest aching with the need to breathe. Her legs hurt from how hard she was pushing herself, but she needed to get away. It seemed imperative, yet strange. At that moment she remembered his light brown hair, appearing so soft she felt the need to touch it. She remembered his troubled eyes that seemed to widen as he tasted her blood. She couldn’t forget his perfect mouth or his surprisingly gentle hands.
Those of which now held her shoulders so that she couldn’t run anymore. Terror washed over her anew. Yes, she had just been thinking about the delectable vampire, but she didn’t want him actually there, in front of her, watching her as if he expected something, but what? It was then she heard a voice that she thought that her mind must have made up. His accent was light but turned his words into musical poetry. Her ears strained to hear it, even as her lungs strained to catch some air.
She knew that he saved her, but that didn’t mean that he, too, wanted to hurt her. She knew from past experiences that angel’s blood was coveted around the supernatural world. Vampires would often kill each other to get to an angel. She remembered hearing of Leah, an angel who was killed for many times. Eventually, both her and her lover Colton, died after an attack. She never found out who attacked them, but it served as a ghost stories for the young Angels who think to expose themselves to their friends.
The vampire before her might have saved her to be kind, as he was admitting, or perhaps he saved her for his own, wanting her blood for himself and only himself. It was always something that Gwen would fear. She couldn’t stand to get close to people in case they realized that they could gain someone from her. She learned that lesson last time, and now she just stood there, watching him, her eyes wide and scared, as she tried to think of what she could do to get out of this situation.
“I..I.. “She started, her stammering getting her nowhere. She needed to prove that her words were true, it might save her, she knew that much. “Thank you, but I have somewhere I need to be. The leader of the Angels, Tomas, asked me to report something to him. I’m sorry.. but I must…”
Her words were lies, but she thought that if he thought she was meeting someone that powerful and important, that he would leave her alone. She had never met the leader, but she knew that if she was in trouble, him and his people would keep her safe, she was one of them after all. She knew, however, that it hadn’t worked so well before. She could only hope it would now, because this vampire was getting under her skin. She didn’t know if he was controlling her, influencing her or whatever vampires did, but she felt her eyes glued to his, wondering if he could keep her safe? Like Prince Charming maybe? She knew the thought was absurd, but she always hoped that one day she could find someone to trust.
It had gotten her into trouble before and she hoped that she wasn’t being too naïve. Though she knew she was.

[Caine Westley Mckee]

This world is older than any of you know, and contrary to popular mythology, it did not begin as a paradise.

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DEMONS WALKED THE EARTH; MADE IT THEIR HOME -- THEIR HELL..[/center]

Lies. Hell was reserved for those monsters who killed, lied, and cheated. Unlike Hell, Heaven was for the pure, the un-judging… blah blah blah. Angels they live in Heaven, or so we thought, and therefore angels should be the opposite of hell themselves. This is not the case because before this angel you could feel the heat of Hell coming from her skin. She was warm, compared to the icy vampire like most thing were. Caine had always been cold; he was as cold the home he was born into. France was the life of Europe in those times, Caine the youthful boy craving knowledge and attention, and around him new revelations wised over the starving population. Those times were before the revolution, before the protestant queen. Everything was so much different now, now nothing was too be known, for they had all the answers, and still the country herself was as cold as the snobs who populated it. France, it had been centuries since Caine had tasted the sweet orange clovers, enjoyed the plays, and sung in the streets. He never went home after becoming a vampire. Maybe it was because he never got to see his family the reason behind him being so cold, the reason behind his favourite season being winter.

Across from the cold being, the angel’s form radiated the heat of fear and lies. Lies which of course pained the vampire as he began to pick them apart. “The king of Angels, mon lord that must be nerve wracking. He must be a very harsh leader, making a girl your size go out into a mob of the murderers and damned. Allow me to escort you the rest of the way” Caine smiled tightening his grip on the girl’s arms. His grip had been pushed down to her slit arms, this where Caine’s fingers tightly wound around the wound. Since the time of his demise Caine had been able to detect the smallest inclination of lying and of fear. He could not do many things, for he was not a jack of all trades, he could only see how a person acted differently. Like wavelengths, a flutter of breath, a quickening of heart beats, that’s all the power his maker gave him, and it made him ache.

Caine was going to see how long she lied to him, he knew where Tomas hid, he knew the angel somewhat, and wanted her to admit to her lie when she was more scared of the master angel, than him. He would protect her, and this angel, he was not to sure on that. From the pressure the wounds on her arm ripped open, the stench of her blood making him turn away and let her one arm go. “your arms bleeding again” he said while the free hand covered his face. He wished not to be controlled by the evil blood that ensaved so many of his brothers.

”Come on lets go, Tommy wont wait for his message forever” he said before walking, bringing her along.

[Gwen Ridgeway (Cas)]

Sweet dreams are made of these…

Fear tore through Gwen, taking all her common senses with it. He knew she was lying, she was certain that he knew. She didn’t know how he found out, but the thought terrified her. What would he do to her now that she lied? Would he confront her about it? She didn’t want to know the answer and was happy when he seemed to play along. Was he waiting until she was near Tomas? Was he waiting to catch her in the lie? She didn’t think that he would try something in front of her leader, but didn’t know for sure. She could never tell what vampire’s intentions are.
It was a good thing that she knew something to report to her king. She wouldn’t be caught in this lie, not by this vampire. He gripped her arm in aggravation, he could tell he was trying not to hurt her, but he did anyways, as her cuts ripped open. She was used to the pain, since she had created the wounds by herself. She sucked in her breath at the flash of pain before it became an ache that she knew very well. She didn’t like the ache, finding it not too dim and annoying. The sharp pain, however, seemed to be lug a drug. She didn’t know why, but she suspected it has something to do with her imprisonment.
She listened to his words as they flowed through the cold wind that played with her blond hair. She understood where he could come to that conclusion, but knew it to be false. “He didn’t send me out there, he just doesn’t keep me imprisoned. I can go where I want, with who I want. Who says that I want to go anywhere with you!” She almost growled, but managed to keep her anger in check. She had never been treated like this in her life.
That was surprisingly true. She had been treated like a meal from her Masters. She had been treated like an invalid by the other angels. Surprisingly, she had been treated like crap by the one person who had claimed her as his. David had a high standing in the Angel hierarchy and he got to claim whatever mate he wants. He was attractive, angelic in his looks, and could get any female he wanted, except Gwen. Of course, as it says, you always want what you can’t have.
This vampire treated her differently than anyone else. He looked differently then anyone else. It was kind of intriguing, even though she didn’t want it to be. She didn’t know what would happen if she let him lead her around, but at least other vampire’s wouldn’t be attracted by her blood. She might be able to fight off one, but more than that would be impossible. Maybe she should open her wings and fly away. He be able to follow, but at least she could try.
No vampire would be able to get her from the sky. In one swift move, Gwen extended her wings, kicked the vampire in the chest and ripped open more of her cuts. Fear fuelled her decision, adding adrenalin and a little extra strength. She didn’t know if it would work, but now feared the outcome should she fail. She knew instantly that this was a bad idea.

[Caine Westley Mckee]

This world is older than any of you know, and contrary to popular mythology, it did not begin as a paradise.

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DEMONS WALKED THE EARTH; MADE IT THEIR HOME -- THEIR HELL..[/center]

Throughout all the books, paintings, and stories that sprawled along Caine’s memory the vampire was still shaken by the event that followed the sharp blow. Wings exploded from the female’s back. White feathers blinded the young man as she struggled against his hold. Why was she being so difficult? Caine was still unsure of the answer that awaited his thoughts. They were on their way to the angel council buildings and this angel still attempted to get away from the vamp. There was little to nil pain in Caine’s chest from where her foot met flesh; his skin was like porcelain coated with armour, her attacks meant nothing to him. The fact that she still was attacking him at this late stage was sickening though. She continued to struggle against his hands that clamped her wrists until she ripped her cuts anew.

The smell of her blood dripping down her wrists and onto his white skin drove a steak through his sanity. Warm blood, with the scent of ambrosia from the gods, it was the only thing that Caine wanted. He wanted to go crazy, lust, pain, craving. He was stricken with fear from what he would do to the small thing, so he let go. He hoped that she would just go away, drive him no more. There was still the pink blood that stained his skin along the flesh of his hand where he once held the girl. What to do with it? drink it, wipe it away. He picked the latter and wiped the scent on his blazer. A scent that would keep him company as he saw her in the air. A beautiful figure against the nightlight. A star in the dark. He captured her vision in his head for some reason. They hadn’t exchanged names or anything. However he felt pained letting her go out into the night, fearing that some fearful being would hunt her down and shoot an arrow between the bonds that Caine already felt between them.

As she started going away, the vampire could not deal with the thought of her getting attacked again so he followed her from the ground. His speed matching hers

[Gwen Ridgeway (Cas)]

Sweet dreams are made of these…

Cold darkness swept past Gwen’s body, her wings catching the wind as she rose above the frozen ground. She was chilled by the frozen air, but couldn’t stop flying. She was terrified of the vampire, of all vampires actually. Who knows what one would do to her when already covered in her blood? Actually, Gwen knew exactly what a vampire in that situation would do. They would attack her; fall on her like a rabid wolf on a sleeping deer. Gwen knew that she didn’t want to be that deer.
She kept flying, as fast as her wings, and the wing, would allow. The moon was full before her, drawing her in like a fishing line. She knew where she had to go to get away: the Angel’s council building. It was close to their position, and she would get there before the vampire did. At least she hoped that she could.
Gwen’s white blond hair whipped past her face, caressing her wings and flying through the night air. It tangled slightly as she flew, a process which normally annoyed the angel. Right now, however, Gwen was too nervous to notice. She circled the compound a few times, making sure that it was safe. She then landed in the trees surrounding the building.
At once, she was pushed into a tree, the male body holding her there was strong and had a distinct smell. Gwen should have known that David saw her flying. The question that was puzzling the female, however, was why he was harassing her this time.
“Gwen, you fool! Why were you with another male? You’re mine. You know that. And a vampire, no less, disgusting! You reek of blood! Fucking bitch!” He growled as he squeezed her against the tree, his hand on her neck, the pressure tremendous. “Do you have something to say for yourself, slut!?”
The female angel tried to breathe, tried to talk but found it hard. Her heart was beating so quickly and loudly that she could hear it in her ears. “I...I.. can’t...breathe. You’re...hurting me.” She gasped out, mostly mouthing the words that she couldn’t squeeze past the hand around her throat.
His handsome face turned into a snarl of rage. “I’m hurting you? I doubt that! You don’t know what pain is! I’ll show you pain.” She couldn’t even comprehend the words before his fist slammed into her stomach. Gwen would have doubled over from the pain, if she wasn’t pressed against the tree. “You’re Mine!”

[Caine Westley Mckee]

This world is older than any of you know, and contrary to popular mythology, it did not begin as a paradise.

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DEMONS WALKED THE EARTH; MADE IT THEIR HOME -- THEIR HELL..[/center]

Rushing against the wind that pushed against his body, the icy current of air stung. The dark haired vampire hated running, the movements made him so unlike humans that he lost his senses while the wind blew into his hardened face. There was no way that he was going to allow the maiden to fly away without his protection from below. And for her to stay away from the bloodthirsty demon she would have to stay in the night sky forever. The memories of her blood, the scent on his jacket making him continue his savage running to the council building. Why is she going to the place where I was taking her? She looked like she was trying to get away from someone or something… me? Yes that’s it. I’m just a murdering freak, and a vampire on top of that. Caine thought while slowing. He had stopped just before coming to the council building. Thinking that she was getting away from him because she was scared of him bothered him worse than the reality that there could be someone hurting her. She was out of his sight, and of course she was getting hurt. He needed to be by her, and the minute he wasn’t she was again in trouble.

There was a commotion just beyond the trees he had stopped behind to collect his thoughts. Animal sounds, maybe a predator feeding on a helpless animal looking for food in the thick snow. And then he heard voices, shouting of names after a loud thud. Not clueing in he thought that the struggle was normal, he knew nothing of angel behaviours other than what the ancient books said, stories that were complete bullshit. The words became clear after moments of eavesdropping that this was not normal and after hearing sounds of suffering the vampire had to intervene. He came out of the brush, onto the angel grounds and almost fell back from what he saw. There she was lying beneath the form of another angel. A angel that shouldn’t have been an angel at all. He looked to mean, controlling, and damned to be an angel… but like was said before the angels that the humans saw were complete bullshit.

So fast were his movements after seeing his angel trapped and obviously in pain from the inflictions caused by the other male angel. He stepped close enough to the angel to wripp his wrist and tear him upwards. This bringing the angel away from the woman and close to Caine’s thirsting mouth. ” Vous pensez que vous pouvez blesser mon garçon d'amour ? Elle appartient à moi, et à partir de ce moment à n'importe qui qui la blessent des maux je. Je n'aime pas être blessé.” Caine said switching to his native tongue before switching back to English “”stay away from her, or you will know what it feels like to be in pain, what gives you the right to hurt her, you are scum. I should kill you” he threatened holding the angel close to his mouth. He didn’t want to hear the boy’s excuse he wanted to pick his angel up and bring her away from this place. But the boy spoke anyways.

”She’s mine. I claimed her and that’s how angel rule works. A vampire wouldn’t know how this works, so just leave now! She’s mine and there is nothing you can do about it” the angel said, his words stinking with a putrid stench that bothered him. Caine needed to get out of this place, they were horrid creatures that preyed on their young females and hurt them. There was no reason why “GWEN” needed to stay here. No reason at all, so the vampire made the decision to take her. With all his strength Caine threw against a tree knocking him out. There was no reason to hear the angel’s words anymore, and the vampire didn’t want to kill anything at the moment. After the disposal Caine walked over to his angel and whispered into her ear “I have come to take you away from this place. There will be no pain, no horror. I will take care of you until you wish to leave, you can anytime you wish. But I will not allow you to be in this place anymore. Not with these angels.” he then picked her up and raced into the night.

[Gwen Ridgeway (Cas)]

Sweet dreams are made of these…

The pain Gwen felt was horrible, though not as bad as what she felt at the hands of her Masters. Tears filled her bright blue eyes, blurring everything around her. She couldn’t tell what was happening. She only felt the pressure move away from her, letting her slump to the ground heavily. There was no way that the angel could stop herself from hitting the ground. She could barely think though the fog of pain.
The cold ground rose up to meet her, catching her in the side and allowing her to instinctively curl up to protect her rebelling stomach. She didn’t know if she would be sick or not, but by the time her stomach stopped turning, the pain receded some. That was not the pain that she seemed to enjoy. This pain was different, pressure, internal bleeding, she didn’t know. All she knew was that she felt as if she would die, and knew that she wouldn’t.
Angels were much harder to kill than that. Gwen was a testament to that. She had lived through hell, and it wasn’t over, it seemed. She wasn’t aware of what was going on until she heard a voice in her ear, jogging her out of her present thoughts. The words were lyrical but didn’t seem to make sense. She couldn’t lift her head or focus on him but she knew who it was. The vampire had come to help her again.
At this point in time she understood that he wasn’t going to hurt her, if only her rational mind understood that when she was lucid. She didn’t know where she was going, but would figure everything out when she got there. Perhaps she would figure things out after she woke up. That was her last thought before she went unconscious in his arms, her head falling against his chest, protected against his strangely beating heart.

[Caine Westley Mckee]

This world is older than any of you know, and contrary to popular mythology, it did not begin as a paradise.

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DEMONS WALKED THE EARTH; MADE IT THEIR HOME -- THEIR HELL..[/center]

With the wind biting him in the face, and the light form in his arms, the vampire approached the large building he lived in quicker than he had anticipated. Normally with the wind blowing against him the running demon took about fifteen minutes get home; this night however they arrived in a little over a minute. With the glowing moon lighting the way to the main street that sky tower was located on Caine carried the angel to his apartment –apartment is an understatement… the place is a two story villa. The apartment was extravagant and decadent. Much like an aristocratic home from the good ol’ days. Refined brick in the kitchen, wood burning fireplace, candle lighting, everything that the vampire loved about his master’s house was now his, just as Gwen would soon come to be.

The money had accumulated over time based on investments through the years. Caine was after all a very good investor; the manager of the devil’s martini, and a published author made for much of his wealth. The angel laid in his arms as the vampire walked through most of the main floor of his home. She was to stay on this floor; the other was far too dangerous for her to venture into. Unfinished, with all sorts of trouble Caine hated that the floor was in fact his, and he hoped that if she stayed she would not ask any questions about it. Coming to the couch looking over the fireplace Caine placed Gwen on the soft sued and sat on the chair over looking her. No other had this kind of spell over him, no other being so radiant and pure. It bothered him. Why did you have to bring her here, she isn’t our problem… you think after kicking you in the chest and balls there would be some punishment involved. But no, you again save her, risking your our happiness over some ungrateful angel who doesn’t even know your name. Freak, just let me have her? his mind thought. There was another being who terrorized his thoughts in such times, the vampire thought that it was the voice of the beast inside, and it was only sated when he fed. There would be no feeding by the way.

Watching her sleep –be unconscious on his furniture- gave him happiness. When he looked into her thoughts he couldn’t see anything, only a blinding light that he hadn’t seen in so long. This gave him joy. It would only be moments until she woke, and Caine was not completely sure what was to come of her opinion of her saviour. Would she still despise him?

[Gwen Ridgeway (Cas)]

Sweet dreams are made of these…

After an unknown amount of time, the numbness that surrounded Gwen’s thoughts began to thaw. It felt like her thoughts were unfreezing, her consciousness coming back to life. It took a moment before her mind slipped from that great void, thought small insignificant dreams and into the reality. That small trip through dreams caused her mind to be confused easily. Had she really just escaped her Masters? Was she laying on the streets again?
Gwen, however, knew that the concrete was not as comfortable as this substance beneath her. It was not this warm, dry and it did not smell this good. The angel’s mind knew this, but nightmares were hard to fight. She took a moment to take stalk of her body, making sure that it was all there and working. She tensed each muscle, going down her body until she tried to wiggle her toes. When she realized that it all worked, leaving little pain in her stomach, she took a chance and opened her eyes.
As soon as the visible sensations were processed, her mind started to replay what had happened before she had passed out. She was attacked by weres, then by a vampire. No, the vampire didn’t hurt her, however, she still escaped. She went to the angel compound before being attacked by David. Of course that was how her stomach got hurt.
The last thing she remembered was the sound of an angel- not her race, but something beautiful and powerful, a guardian. He talked to her, lifted her and took her… where? Gwen managed to look around the palace that surrounded her. It was beautiful, large and felt comfortable. It was the man in the room, however, that took her breath away. It was the vampire, whoever he was. He had taken her, of course.
Did he hurt her? Gwen didn’t feel any different. The cuts on her arms had healed, thanks to her angel healing, and her stomach was better than before. She didn’t feel like she lost anymore blood, though he could be waiting for her to wake up. Or he could be selling her to the highest bidder. She was sure that he could make lots of money.
Gwen made eye contact with him before sitting up slowly, wanting to be in a better position should he attack. She didn’t think she could win a fight, if he were to attack, but she wouldn’t go down without a fight. “Wh.. what do you…want from me?” She asked, too afraid that he would actually answer. Maybe she didn’t want to know after all.

[Caine Westley Mckee]

As her eyes fluttered there was a certain type of panic that passed through the vampire’s mind. She would surely want out of his company like before, and this behavior she would think it the same as kidnapping. Vampires were bloodthirsty monsters who fed on the blood of little girls and boys, a creature feared by the centuries; and Caine he was one of them. There was nothing different about the vampire who sat in his chair; he was still this constantly thirsty thing who felt nothing when he was drowning in crimson. The thought of blood made the vampire cringe and pull at his coat that hung from his shoulders. He didn’t need the extra pressure from the lack of blood, but the feeling didn’t seem to be passing. He tried to control himself to the best of his abilities. ‘I’m not going to drink, I’m strong, I’m not going to drown in this, go away, sate yourself in myself, leave me weakened. Do not hurt, do not kill.’ Caine thought, he was staring at the spot where the angel slept, but not seeing her, he no longer was in the see world as the rest of humanity. He was in agony, he was in Hell.

When she opened her eyes, Caine came back down to earth.

[Gwen Ridgeway (Cas)]

Sweet dreams are made of these…

Terrified squeak ripped from the angel’s throat as she saw the hungry look on her vampire’s face. She didn’t know when she started thinking of him as hers, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself now. She didn’t know any other vampire’s, he had saved her and she felt the need to help him. All that made him her vampire. But at the moment, she didn’t want to see him at all. The starved way he looked at her, the way he seemed not to hear her scared Gwen.
He might be her saviour, but he was also a vampire. That part of his nature would never he that far from the surface. Even though he seemed to want to help her, he still needed blood. Gwen knew that he had already sampled hers, and it was probably affecting him right now. She was starting to trust him, but now all that she could hear was a voice telling her to run.
The question was, would he chase? Gwen didn’t think about that though, she couldn’t think of the negative if she was going to survive. If she thought of all the things that might happen, she would be paralyzed by fear and would easily die. It is said that a predator loves a chase, and this man before her was obviously a predator.
Gwen pulled herself off the couch quickly before turning in the direction that she thought the door would be. She was unconscious when she was brought in, but every house had a similar design right?