fairwells - Death's Sweetest Embrace

Posted on:	3/15/07 @ 02:15 pm
Subject:	Death's Sweetest Embrace
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Mood: gloomy

Juanelo lets out a deep sigh and runs his fingers over his hair.

"Love, you know I know that you're aiming your gun at me."

Of course he knows, she thought. Why did she think she could slay the Immortal of Death, the reaper of lost souls? But she could hurt him. The lead bullets would sting him and cause him to bleed, like annoying paper cuts. But kill him no. How do you kill death?

To the left of Juanelo was an open window half hidden by curtains. It was around 2 AM and it was a full moon tonight. A punishing wind forced the curtain open and Juanelo was bathed in moonlight. In that one instance you could see that his greatcloak was not merely satin but writhed with energy. He wore what the Immortal of Death always wears, the cloak of shadows. The energy pulsated around him, enveloped him. Juanelo still wore his eyeglasses from his mortal days, but these were plain and not prescription.

"Anna, don't fight me on this. The only reason I cannot break down this door is because you put a sigil on it and if I destroyed it I would hurt the spellcaster, which is you. And you know I don't want to hurt you."

Wiping off her tears, she took in a deep breath and wondered whether or not she should shoot him. She was angry at him for making her feel the way she did. She was Anna, Mistress of Pain and Pleasure, wielder of "Kiss of Death" And he wanted her as his mortal heroine. One of his many favored. Oh yes, many. She heard another set of footsteps enter the hallway.

"Greetings M'Lord," said Gisele, one of Juanelo's favored fallen angels. She had dark red hair and sultry green eyes. She wore a short black leather dress and black leather boots that went right over her knees. Her medium tight breasts showed her ample decolletage. She gave him a mock curtsey and tossed her hair to the side, giving him a wicked grin.

"Gisele, dear, what are you doing here?"

"The real question, my Lord, is what are YOU doing here?"

"Anna is being difficult."

Gisele walked closer to the door and in a mocking voice said, "Oh, does she need a spanking, my Lord.?"

"He gives excellent punishment, Anna. I know you like pain, honey."

Juanelo smirked at her and asked, "Now in all seriousness, what brings you here?"

Gisele whispered something in his ear. Juanelo nodded here and there in response.

"Very well. Bring Malachi and Noah with you. Don't draw too much attention to yourselves. I want this matter to be handled with discretion"

Gisele gave him a mischievous look and teasingly added, "Why of course, my Lord. I will be the epitome of discretion."

She blew him a kiss and walked away slowly so he could get the full view.

Juanelo smiled and thought to myself, "Ahh, it's good to be Immortal. But where was I? Oh yes, Anna. She's being difficult."

"Anna, shoot me if you want, but it's not going to stop me. You know that."

He sheathed Doombringer and opened the door. A bullet went right past him."

"Damnit, Anna."

"The next one goes in your head."

"Oh really?"

Anna nodded angrily.

"Don't make me hurt you, Anna."

"Too late you already have."

"I'm going to ask you one more time to put the gun down."

"Go to hell."

"I own it, love."

And with that a whip went flying out from under his cloak, wrapped itself around Anna's trigger hand and sent the gun flying across the room.

"You fucking bastard."

"Language, dear, language. Be a good girl, little one."

"What do you want, Juanelo."

"See, Anna, you are the only mortal who is bold enough to call me by my mortal name."

"I'm not one of your fallen angels who has to suck up to you."

"Yes, you are not. And they do not suck up to me."

"They fear you."

"With good reason. As should you."

"I don't fear death."

"But I know you fear me."

"I will not be your heroine. Choose from among your flock of adoring fallen angels."

"You know I love you, Anna."

At that Anna turned away. She couldn't bear to look at him.

"You have very odd definitions of love. You'd fuck me. You'd own me. But you won't give your heart to me."

"Little one, I am immortal. And more than that I am the Immortal of Death. If I choose to have a life partner, it wouldn't be up to me. You know the rules. I'm bound to the Immortal of Dreams."

Tears started to well up in her eyes again. Juanelo took a step forward and reached out his hand to comfort her. A dagger sliced his wrist.

"Damnit Anna. You have to be the most difficult woman I know."

"Fuck you. You want your wife and mistress too."


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