Fallen (Chronicles Of The Fallen) (13 page)

“I know. I wanted to.”

The waitress returns with Lisa’s card and a pen. She wishes them a great afternoon, and her eyes remain on Alex’s a moment longer than necessary. She smiles at him as she turns to walk away, swaying her ass a little too much. Shaking her head, Lisa signs the slip and leaves a tip. She’s tempted to leave her a
handwritten one of “lay off the vanilla”, but decides against it.

As soon as they’re outside, Alex pulls Lisa into his arms, hugging her to him. Lisa’s arms move around him and she breathes him in. “It was great to see you,” he tells her. “Can I see you tonight?”

She smiles, nodding against his shoulder. “I’ll call you when I get home, okay?” She pulls back slightly and smiles up at him. He leans in and kisses her softly. She feels him cringe slightly when he pulls away. She looks up at him, but sees contentment on his face.

“I look forward to it.” Reluctantly letting her go, Alex hails down a cab for her. Pulling to the curb, Alex opens the door for her and she gets inside. Giving the address to the driver, she turns and waves to Alex as she takes off down the road, back towards her office.

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The driver pulls to the front entrance of her office. Handing the money over, she steps out onto the sidewalk just as Samuel pulls around in his car. His window rolls down and Lisa bends over to look inside. “Come on, you’re just in time.”

She raises her brows. “Just in time for what?”

“We have somewhere to be. Now get in.” He smiles and unlocks the door for her. “Come on.” She sighs and opens the door, then gets inside. He’s wearing a gray three-piece suit with a blue button down shirt, accented with a gray-and-blue tie. He looks Lisa over as she gets in, almost undressing her with his eyes. “You look nice.” He smiles at her. “I’m taking you to Dance 52.”

Lisa bites her lip and closes her eyes. Turning to face Samuel, she takes a deep breath to calm herself. “Look, Samuel, the other night…” Lisa starts.

Samuel raises his hand, interrupting her. “There’ll be none of that. We both had too much to drink. All
water under the bridge and stuff. Okay?” He grins and Lisa’s demeanor softens.

             
“Okay, that’s fine. I, well, I just didn’t want to ruin things between us. You’re my boss and, well, I…I just don’t want to go down that path.”

He nods and looks out the other direction, acting like he’s checking for cars that might be passing by. “Think nothing of it.” Turning back to Lisa, he smiles. “Now, if we’re done with this subject, let’s go." Lisa nods and he pulls out, driving towards Dance 52. The conversation is quiet between them. Some of it due to the calls Samuel receives during their drive. As he hangs up his phone, he turns to Lisa. “So I hear you landed Massacre. Great account. With a name like that...” Samuel chuckles

She nods. “You’d be surprised. Massacre, as he calls himself, is really a nice kid. He loves music, rap most of all. He calls himself Massacre because he wants to massacre it when he raps. You know, ‘tear it up’,” Lisa said, quoting her newest client. Samuel chuckles. Something in his voice sounded a little off…dark, maybe. She turns her gaze back towards the road as he pulls into Dance 52.

It’s early afternoon and people are already lining up to get inside. Walking towards the front door, Mike’s working the line. He’s wearing a t-shirt that looks gray against his dark skin. It’s tight across his chest and arms. He recognizes Lisa, and he smiles at her. “Back for more?” he chuckles and Lisa smiles.

Samuel looks between them. “Friend of yours?”

“Sort of. I’ll explain later.”

Mike removes the red velvet rope so Samuel and Lisa can walk inside. The bass causes vibrations in Lisa’s skin, the dance floor’s already full. The bartenders are busy making drinks as the DJ is working on setting up his next playlist. Samuel places his hand on Lisa’s lower back and leads her toward the bar.

Leaning in so Lisa can hear him, she can feel his breath against her ear. “I didn’t get to properly thank you and congratulate you for your amazing event.” He chuckles. “And congratulate you on landing Massacre.”

Lisa raises her brows to this and shakes her head. Leaning into him, she says, “Samuel, you definitely thanked me the other night.” She blushes. “Many times over.” Pulling away, Samuel smirks as he looks towards the bartender and waves him down.

“Two shots of Grey Goose, please.” Lisa shakes her head and fears what’s coming, but goes with it. The bartender places two shot glasses on the bar and fills them with the clear liquid. Turning to Lisa, he leans in again, his breath tickling her ear. “What would you like?” He pulls away as Lisa looks at him, confused.

She leans in. “Are these both for you?” He nods. “Okay, a lemon drop.” He nods and turns to the bartender, requesting her shot and making it a double. He leads them across the floor to a table. She slides in, Samuel next to her.

Leaning over, he whispers into her ear again, “All of this would not be possible if it were not for you.” He pulls back and picks up his shot of Grey Goose. “To Lisa and your amazing PR skills.” He smiles and clinks his shot glass against hers. Samuel drinks down the clear liquid, his eyes remaining on hers.

Lisa smiles and downs her shot. Setting the glass down, she begins to loosen up some. Samuel picks up his other shot and holds it, giving her a look. “Oh, is it my turn?” He chuckles and nods. Picking up her glass, she thinks for a moment, considering what to cheer. “Well, here’s to you for hiring me or, at the end of the day, none of this would be possible.” He grins and they clink glasses.

Taking her second shot, she begins to feel something touch her mind. She wonders if maybe the
alcohol is affecting her already. She feels almost like a veil has been pulled around her.

Loosening up, she begins to talk more freely. They discuss Massacre, upcoming clients that have applied for PR, and Alex. Samuel coaxes the subject out of her, giving her the excuse he knew that she was seeing someone by the conversation they had on the phone earlier.

“So is he your boyfriend now? Or maybe just a friend?” Samuel looks into Lisa’s eyes. She wants to kiss him, she wants to jump into his lap and run her fingers through his hair, she wants to run her fingers across his bare chest while he kisses her neck.

“What?” Lisa’s attention comes back to the present. She looks away from Samuel for a moment, not quite recalling what he’s asked her. She doesn't want him…does she? She looks back over to him and feels the veil around her thickening like a fog, clouding her mind. She feels it slipping around her body. But this fog
is like silk fingers, coaxing her mind and her body to do what it wants. Looking down at her legs, she gasps as she feels hands move up her thighs, but nothing is touching her. They continue to move up her legs, slipping underneath her skirt. She can feel fingers brush gently across her sensitive flesh. A shiver causes Lisa’s body to shudder slightly.

Samuels’s brows raise, a smirk on his lips. “It’s nothing,” he tells her. He leans forward and his fingers move to Lisa’s chin. His fingers tilt her face up until their eyes meet. Her lips part, Samuel moving closer. Lisa tilts her head slightly as Samuel closes the distance between them, his lips brushing across hers.

Lust. Desire. Seduction. Passion. Hunger. At that moment, Lisa feels Samuel’s desire for her. It invades her mind, her body, her blood. Her heart beats against her chest and she wants him, needs him more than anything. Her hands move up his chest, the fabric gliding against her palms. Feeling his muscles underneath his shirt, her fingers tighten against him. She feels herself becoming consumed, losing herself to him, succumbing to the seduction. Samuel pulls back just a little, his eyes looking into hers. Lisa’s breaths are short and ragged. With a smile on her lips, she watches his eyes flash red for a brief moment and then it’s gone.

Something presses against her mind and suddenly Alex is there, then he’s gone. Lisa pulls back and looks at Samuel and he grins. Taking her hand, he stands and leads her out onto the dance floor. Twirling her around until she faces him, Lisa’s hand moves to his shoulder and Samuel’s arm slips around to her lower back. Lisa’s body moves to the rhythm of the music, and Samuel moves with her. His hand pulls her closer, his fingers fanning out across her back. Leaning in, he says, “Damn, you’re sexy.” She feels a smile form on her lips.

Letting go of his hand, she moves it up to his shoulder and her fingers meet at the back of his neck. Moving in closer, their bodies are flush together and she feels his breath fan out across her neck. Her head tilts back slightly as he nibbles at her flesh. Lisa pulls away from him, her eyes teasing. She smiles as she turns her back to him, her hands moving down her hips. Samuel’s hands move around her waist and she feels him pull her against him. He lets out a growl in her ear and she gasps. With each touch to her body, lust courses through her bloodstream. Her eyes close as his lips brush across her neck, his teeth grazing her ear lobe. “Lisa…” he whispers. His voice vibrates in her mind and travels down between her legs, which become weak. His hand moves up her body and his fingers graze across her erect nipples, sending sensations through her body. A soft whimper leaves her lips. “Let me have you.”

She turns in his arms and their lips meet once again. Her hands move up his chest, the chest she wants to feel against her naked skin. As if he can read her mind, he growls against her lips. Her fingers move
into his hair and she pulls. His hands move over her ass and he squeezes it, pulling her hard against him, his erection pressing against her.

Lisa feels something inside her begin to shift. It’s similar to the feeling of being buzzed or drunk, but she’s not either. Pulling back from his kiss, she looks up at him. His dark brown eyes seduce her, full of danger and lust. She can feel him invading her, as if his eyes found their way to her soul. His eyes meet hers and he can see he’s already won. With hunger, Samuel leans forward and crushes his lips against hers, claiming them for his own. A rush of energy jolts through her body. A gasp escapes her lips as they continue to kiss.

“Let’s get out of here,” he mumbles against her. She simply nods.

Tucking her purse under her arm, Samuel’s arm wraps around her waist and he leads her outside. The cold air is refreshing and she inhales deeply. Samuel pulls out the ticket for his car, handing it over to one of
the runners. He turns to look at Lisa, his eyes trace over her and her lips part. His intensity captures her, almost hypnotizing her. Her eyes do not leave his as he places his hands on either side of her face. “You are mine tonight, Lisa.” His voice floats through her mind, the veil still around the two of them. His voice echoes as he speaks. “Only I shall have you. No one else will see you. No one else will know you’ve returned home with me. It will only be you and me.”

She nods slowly and he leans in, brushing his lips against hers. Her eyes close as her head tilts up, her hands grasping his arms. His hands slide into her hair and his fingers tangle and pull at her locks. She gasps against his lips and his body presses against hers.

Samuel’s car pulls up to the curb and he breaks the kiss. His eyes flash red, a sadistic grin pulling at his lips. Her mind tries to warn her that something isn’t right. Images of the man in her mirror try to surface, then are pushed away. The valets open both doors and she gets in the passenger seat, Samuel behind the wheel.

He reaches for her, his fingers touching the side of her cheek. Turning her to face him, her eyes are lowered. She feels his lips touch her cheek, then her temple. He kisses close to her ear, and her hand moves up over his. He kisses the corner of her lips and she turns into him, their lips meeting. His hand moves further into her hair and he lightly grips the back of her head. His tongue sweeps over her lips and she opens her mouth, allowing him entrance.

As if Samuel has breathed life back into her, Lisa whimpers softly and her hands move to his face, pulling him closer. She wants to feel his body against hers; she wants to run her fingers over his chest, down his stomach; she wants to feel him inside of her. He pulls away and their breaths sound ragged. Looking into her eyes, he gives her a grin that sends a shiver down her spine. His hands move to the steering wheel. Grasping the gearshift, he puts the car into drive and heads toward her home.

Pulling into Lisa’s parking garage, Samuel gets out first and makes his way to her door. Opening it, he takes her hand and she steps out. Pulling her towards him, he puts his hands around her waist and his lips brush against hers. Her hands move up his arms, his biceps flexing gently against her hands. “Samuel…” she whispers against his lips. He pulls back to look into her eyes. Her mind’s in a fog. All she can see and hear is him.

Placing her hand in his, she turns away from him and they walk to the elevator. Standing behind her, Samuel’s hands move to her hips and she brushes her hair to the left, exposing the side of her neck. As she presses the button to go up, his lips brush across the nape of her neck, just below her ear. Her eyes close, his
hands pulling her body flush against his.

When the doors slide open, they step inside. Lisa looks over long enough to press “2”, then turns back to Samuel. He presses her back against the elevator wall, his hand moving down to her thigh. He pulls it up around his waist and presses against her. A soft moan leaves her lips, her hands grasping his arms. As the elevator dings and the doors open, Samuel pulls away from her, adjusting his pants. She grins, takes his hand in hers, and leads him down the hallway and to her door. Pulling her hair to the side, his lips are on her neck as she unlocks her door. Pushing it open, Lisa turns to him. “Won’t you come in?” He chuckles and follows her inside.

As soon as she shuts the door and locks it, Samuel turns her to face him. The intensity in his eyes is fierce. She gasps and holds her breath. His fingers move into her hair, his nose grazing against her face. She exhales, then breathes him in. If lust could be a scent, it would have Samuel’s name. Her eyes close and her head tilts to the side.

His lips brush against her jaw, then her ear. “I want you,” he whispers.

She shivers as her hands move around his waist, then up his back. The muscles in his body ripple against her palms. Lisa swallows hard, trying to keep her breathing under control. “Then take me.”

His lips come back to claim hers in a kiss so fierce that she feels herself begin to crumble under the pressure of it. He pushes against her so hard that her back hits against the door. Samuel’s hands move down over her ass as he picks her up, pulling her legs around his waist. Her arms wrap around his neck and her body blazes against his touch.

Carrying her towards the bedroom, they collapse on her bed. He grinds his body against her, his erection hard between her thighs. She moans against his lips and moves her hands into his hair. She presses her heels against his ass, pushing him harder against her. He responds by growling against her lips. “I want to be inside you.” She whimpers against his lips, letting herself become enthralled by him.

Pulling back to look down into her eyes, he gets off the bed. Looking down at her, he begins to unbutton his shirt. She grins, then gets up on her knees. Grasping his shirt, she pulls, buttons fly across the room. He laughs as her hands move up his chest, over his undershirt. She pushes the torn shirt off of his arms. Her fingers gingerly glide over his chest before she grasps the material of the t-shirt. Untucking it, she pushes it up his body. Looking down, she parts her lips at the beautiful artwork that is Samuel’s body.

His pecs are perfectly chiseled, and his stomach is rippled from the muscles in his abs. His arms flex as he pulls the t-shirt over his head. Her fingers move over his chest, then down his stomach. Lisa’s lips brush against his chest. He looks down at her. “You’re so damn sexy,” he tells her.

She looks up at him as he takes her hands, pulling her to her feet. Taking her shirt in his hands, he pulls it up over her head. Standing in her red demi bra, his hands move down to her breasts, kneading them. Lowering his head, he kisses across her flesh and her hands move into his hair. Moving his lips up her neck and back to hers, his fingers grasp the zipper and unzips her skirt, pushing it down her body. As his hands move down her legs and he sees her matching red lace panties, he grins and looks up at her. Helping her step out of her skirt, he lifts one foot at a time, pulling off her shoes.

Moving his hands up her thighs he looks at the panties directly in front of him. His lips brush against her thighs. She gasps as she looks down, watching him as her fingers move through his hair. His lips press against the lace covering her mound, and she gasps softly. He kisses up her stomach to her breasts, then captures her lips. His hands cover her breasts, squeezing them. Her hands move down to his pants and she unbuckles his belt. As her fingers unbutton and unzip his pants, she feels his erection against her fingers. Her hands slide inside the top of his pants, pushing them down his hips. The fabric drops to the floor, and they are both left standing in their underwear. His boxer briefs hide nothing. Looking down his body, Lisa is taken aback at the size of his erection. Looking back up, she can see the humor in his eyes.

His hands slip around her back and he unfastens her bra, allowing her breasts the freedom to press against his chest. Pushing against her, he lays Lisa on her back and he hovers over her. Kissing down her body, he captures her nipple between his lips as he kneads the other breast. His knee pushes her legs apart and he settles between her thighs. He moves down her body, kissing her stomach along the way. Pressing a kiss over the lace of her panties, his hands move down
her body and over her thighs. His finger hooks inside her panties, brushing against her folds. She shivers as he pulls her panties down her legs.

Looking up to watch her, he brushes his lips against her folds. Her chest heaves as she inhales and gives a soft moan. Pushing his boxers down his legs, he moves up her body, kissing and sucking on her nipples. His erection presses against her folds and he grins against her. She moans as her head rolls back. His lips move up to her neck and she tilts her head. “Fuck me,” she whispers. Reaching down between them, he grasps his length and presses it against her entrance. His eyes flash red as he pushes inside of her.

Her mind is screaming at her to wake up, but seduction and lust overpower her senses, telling her to ignore her conscious mind. Samuel pushes into her and she gasps; he pulls back and thrusts inside her again. Lisa’s head rolls back and her back arches. His lips press against her neck. He thrusts again and she moans, her fingers moving to his arms as she tightens her grip. His hand moves up to her neck and his fingers tilt her face to look into his eyes. He thrusts into her again, harder. Looking into his eyes, she moans and her lips part. His thrusting becomes faster, and her voice echoes in the room.

“You. Are. Mine!” A sadistic Samuel looks into her eyes. His glow red as he continues to trust.

Lisa’s mind is screaming, but fear never touches her consciousness. He is in complete control of her now. His lips capture hers with a kiss. A soft golden light passes between them as he draws upon her soul. Lisa’s eyes open wide as the veil is lifted from her mind. The reality of what is happening begins unfolding before her. Her fingers dig harder against Samuel’s arms, trying to push him away.

As the golden light slowly begins to fade, Samuel pulls away from her lips. Looking down at her, he sees Lisa’s eyes close and her lips part. A soft sigh leaves her
as the last of her soul leaves her body. Her head falls to the side, her eyes move underneath her lids, and her lips twitch softly. Suddenly, she inhales deeply and her chest heaves. Her hands grasp Samuel’s arms before they move up his biceps. The muscles under his arms contract at her touch. Turning to face him, her eyes open. Black orbs stare back into his red irises. “Fuck me.” The words leave her lips and her voice has a hint of demon inside it. Samuel grins sadistically down at Lilith, his succubus.

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Pain. Fear. Agony. Hate. All of it was pouring out of her. Opening her eyes to the sounds of people crying, the sounds of anguish, the sounds of endless torment, Lisa sits up and looks around. Panting, she suddenly gags on the sulfur in the air, the stench of death erupting inside her mouth. Leaning over on her hands and knees, nothing happens. She doesn’t vomit, she just heaves. A scream leaves her lips as her hair is yanked back.

“Welcome to Hell!” Lisa looks to her right. A demon, whose skin is black as night, eyes completely red, no hair on his head, and tattoos of Celtic design spread across his chest, is standing there. He sneers and his black teeth are exposed. His other hand grabs her cheeks, his sharp nails driving into her skin. She whimpers as he moves in closer, looking into her eyes. His head tilts to the side as he watches her thrash around in front of him. His tongue flicks out, the ends of it split like a snake. She tries not to cry out or even breathe for fear of gagging again.

Leaning in closer, the demon’s tongue flicks out again and he lashes it across Lisa’s cheek. It’s like a whip. The moment it touches her skin, she cries out and her face burns from the touch. He gives her a sadistic grin. Looking down her body, then back up into her eyes, he slashes her with his tongue again. She screams in pain.

Turning towards what looks like a cage, he opens it up and throws her inside. Landing on her hands and stomach, she turns and see him shutting and locking the door. The sludge on the inside of the cage moves over Lisa’s fingers and she tries to pry it free, but it’s like hot tar and her skin begins to burn. Reaching towards the wall of the cage, her fingers wrap around the bars as she looks out at her surroundings. The ground around her is dark brown, almost black; there are no walls, no end in sight; there are pits of fire, volcanic-type eruptions spewing hot lava in the distance. The fear that runs through her is like that of a captive soldier about to be executed. She knows it’s coming, the fear that leads up to the moment. That fear is what she’s carrying with her every step of the way now.

Demons of all kinds walk the grounds. There’s the black demon who found her. Standing next to him, she sees a red female demon with claws the size of her head. Her hair is in cornrows and the ends are snakes that constantly bite at her shoulders. The female demon moves quickly across the grounds, snatching what appears to be a human male. Her mouth opens wide like a snake and fangs extend out. She can hear the man scream, and her grip on the cage tightens.

Tears stream down her cheeks. Reaching up to swipe them away, blood appears on her hands. She wipes her eyes again and her hands are covered in red. Looking down at her arms, her skin begins to burn and bubble off her body as the black sludge in the cage slowly moves up her. She screams as two pair of eyes shine in the darkness of the cage. Fear grips her as she tries to move to the back of the cage and away from the eyes, but they move closer. She continues to back up until she’s pressed against the wall. They move in faster
and she has nowhere to go. Then, suddenly, they’re gone; everything is black. Panting, she screams and the sulfur air invades her lungs. Coughing and choking on the pungent smell again, enough light shines in for Lisa to see two hellhounds seething as they stand over her. She screams as they growl, then lunge at her, biting on her limbs.

The top of the cage is opened and Lisa looks up. She screams as the hellhounds continue to mangle her body. A black sludge seeps into the cage and the hellhounds yelp, backing away. Lisa panics as the sludge seeps closer to her, then screams when it begins to cover her body, making its way towards her head. She screams, then drowns in the sludge as it invades her mouth and throat.

Suddenly, her arms are pulled so hard in two different directions that she feels like they will detach from her body. Her wrists are strapped down to something hard. She feels her body being pulled into an upright position, like she’s hanging on a cross. She opens her eyes and her body begins to jolt and bounce as ropes begin pulling her higher into the air. “STOP!” she screams out. “Please!” She hears the hellhounds snarl as they grab the flesh on her legs, ripping it from her body. She screams out in pain.

There are sounds of heavy feet moving across the grounds. Her body jolts from the heavy steps. Screaming in pain as the hellhounds chew on her flesh, her legs kick at their heads. The footsteps move closer and the hellhounds whimper and move away from her. She watches them flee and more fear erupts inside of her. Lisa hangs helpless, having nowhere to hide. Pain pulsates through her body, the heat burning at her skin and eyes.

Squeezing her eyes closed in an attempt to wake up from whatever nightmare she has put herself in, pain continues to radiate through her. As something strikes against her arms, she screams out and opens her eyes. Looking around through the blood-infused haze, she realizes she’s been shoved over an open pit. Looking down, thousands upon thousands of people are inside this pit, all trying to escape. One by one, they stop fighting each other and their gazes lift up to look upon her, her blood dripping onto the ground.

Thud.

The people in the pit sneer as they look up at her. As if on cue, they start trying to climb from the pit, their gazes set on Lisa. Realizing what’s about to happen, she screams out as she tries to fight her restraints.

Thud.

Hands begin to crest over the top of the pit as people attempt to pull themselves up. Other hands pull them back down; people trying to climb over people, just to fall back into the pit.

Thud.

Lisa looks over as a beast begins to come into view. Her breath escapes her lungs as she takes in his size.

Thud.

All sound begins to die down as he approaches. He’s as tall, if not taller, than the Empire State Building. His skin is a red tone with black ash smeared across his bare chest. His muscles ripple as he walks towards her.