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Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 02

By: WildSong



It had been close to week since the new family had moved into the Vertik Manor, and slowly but surely they were all beginning to settle in. Freshly unpacked and ready to experience small town life to its fullest, they wasted no time in buckling down to meet the challenge. 

Angel's parents had begun to mingle among the neighbors, already invited to several dinner parties in the evening that were hosted all over town. They worked most days, and now eager to make such accepting friends, they socialized at night. 

Aaron, never one to lack in confidence, had already found a small garage group called 'Blue Tremor' to rock out with. He had never been one to lack in friends or social graces, unlike his little sister who chose to remain strictly wrapped up in her own fantastical world. 

Angel had really only met the neighboring kids but found it very awkward to be around people who, well, found –her- to be very awkward. She was very under-spoken, probably because her pattern of thinking always made her feel like she was never quite present during conversations. And on days like today, where her brother and parents were out socializing, she preferred to be in her room painting the day instead of experiencing it. 

Though her parents had warned her that they had invited a 'nice young boy they had met at church' over, she couldn't help but laugh at the thought. 

Her parents were so desperate for her to be around actual people that they allowed what most parents would kill their children for: being home alone with a boy. When asked about this, they simply stated that they 'trusted her enough that she knew what the responsible thing to do was.' 

She had no doubts that her parents would actually be overjoyed if she got a boyfriend. That was, after all, the typical and expected part of being eighteen-years-old. 

The thing was, she didn't find it that practical to be in a relationship just for the heck of it. She didn't want to be with someone just to be with them. It was so... plastic. 

Anyways, the point was a moot one. Julian, though sounding nice enough, had already called to say he couldn't come by, but would stop by later in the week. She, of course, had politely agreed before retreating to her room and becoming absolved with the quiet. 

Yellow tinted the sky, and thus her paintbrush fled across the canvas accordingly. 

If there was one thing she loved it was being able to see the multi-toned intricacy of the ever-changing sky. No matter where you went it was always different; always perfectly imperfect in its ways. 

It was like the way she felt most of the time: it was a range so expansive that it seemed futile to try and capture it with a brush. But she did it anyways... because it was the closest thing was she ever going to get to creating and touching something even marginally approaching perfect. 

Her room was already filled with paintings, some of them hers and others of them from around the world. The way they lightened the room was almost forgiveness in itself of her previous thoughts, though she still couldn't shake that feeling of bitter cold that followed her at times. 

Light blue—dark blue—violet—

She soaked the brush before bringing it back up to the canvas to meld the water colors into something that she hoped would turn out like the sky outside. She bit her lip in concentration, sliding effortlessly along the board with broad even strokes. 

Then it wrapped around her once again, an icy chill that set her hairs on edge, gripping her so tightly and suddenly that it caused her fingers to lose their grip on her paintbrush. It clattered to the floor, pain splattering across the wood. 

She bit into her lip, "Too cold..." 

Angel stood up from her stool, turning towards her closet in hope that a sweater would lie in waits. It had been so warm earlier that a thin strap shirt and shorts had seemed key: nothing less, nothing more. 

Daemon stood in front of her closet, watching as the youth instantly reacted to the change in temperature. His watchful eye had been focused more on the boy this week, but now that all were gone, it was the girl's turn. His tongue traced over his canines as he watched her stretch from the position she had stayed in for hours, shirt lifting slightly to reveal taut pearly skin. Crimson eyes shifted back to hers; lust always there but never sated. 

Angel took several strides towards the closet, stopping suddenly as her body came within inches of Daemon's astral form. She took a step back, eyes meeting the floor, before turning around and walking towards the door leading out. Her stomach bubbled. She smacked her head repeatedly as she leaned on the outside of her door, trying to mentally talk herself down from this anxious feeling that was all too familiar. "Gotta stop doing that—what's the matter with me?" she whispered to a clearly empty space. And now she was talking to herself, "God..." 

Crimson eyes watched her intently from the stairs as she laced her fingers into her hair before pulling them through the flaxen mess and sliding down the wall. He clicked his teeth together quietly, waiting another movement to prove her guilty conscience. 

Her head snapped towards the stairs as she heard a noise. A click. 

Recognition sparked in his eyes. Daemon got down on his hands and knees and crawled towards her like the predator he was, not stopping till he was only an inch away from her face. He stared right into those wide blue eyes that were looking straight through him. 

Angel could feel her heart pounding in her chest faster then it had ever gone before. Something was wrong. Her thoughts were screaming at her to move, to run, but her body and mind refused to work together to make it happen. She clenched her eyes shut tightly, burying her face into her knees, "No such thing as ghosts... no such thing..." 

A cold wisp of air chilled her, setting every hair on edge, and she wasted no time in forcing her body to do what it was hesitant to do before. She scrambled to her feet and off to the side, running down the stairs and practically falling over her own feet as she went. 

Daemon smirked, licked his lips as he realized that this was, indeed, a child who knew more then she was supposed to. Felt more than she was supposed to. 

Bloody eyes glowed with the promise of what he had been starved from for so long; a chance to create an unparallel fear in the heart of an innocent. 

Angel streaked as she grabbed the bottom of the stair railing in order to swing herself towards the door. She didn't know what she was afraid of but, whatever it was, her pumping adrenaline was telling her that she needed to get away from this house. Far, far away. She couldn't stop, she couldn't overthink it. She just needed to get the hell out. 

Unfortunately, not everyone seemed to think the same. 

Her blitz to the door was halted as a loud cracking sound echoed through the room, the large entrance mirror falling off the wall and shattering in front of her into a thousand glassy shards. 

The sound echoed through the house, and the suddenness of it caused her to heart to lurch into her throat. 

The attempt to stop ended with her tripping over part of the mirror frame, followed by her falling forward, and then shards of glass piercing her hands as she landed on them roughly. A sharp whimper left her lips as she tried to grapple her way up again, adrenaline allowing her to move through the pain. 

Angel somehow got herself back onto her feet, blood seeping from the corners of her unconsciously bitten and trembling lips. She backed up slowly, glass cracking beneath her feet until she reached the farthest wall in the front lobby. 

The latch on the front door locked, snapping closed. Her heart pounded against her rib cage, confusion and fear making her entire body contract as her mind raced to find an escape. 

She couldn't get through the front. 

Backdoor. 

Angel clenched her fingers tightly, blood creating vine-like patterns along her fingers before falling to pool on the floor. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears as she started her sprint to the down the main corridor, not stopping until she could see the curve that would lead to the backyard. 

Daemon stood in her way, arms lengthened across the passage. She would literally have to go through him to pass... and he could taste that delicious fear that radiated from her aura. Watching crimson life seep through those slightly parted lips caused a stirring of enjoyment that he had not been welcomed too since before his life was lost. He growled in frustration as the lust came with no relief. 

She heard the inhuman snarl but had no way to stop as she swerved straight into the darkness, trying to halt the weight which only served to propel her forward. She crammed her heels into the ground in hopes of avoiding or ducking the unseen, but there was no luck on her side. Not today. 

Angel felt the breath leave her lungs as she found herself sprawled out on the ground in front of the back door stairs, feeling as if she had just run head first into a brick wall. Her hands covered her eyes, bleeding crimson over her line of vision as she tried to take her breath back. 

The demon relished the first contact he had been adorned with for many moments, the warmth of her body hitting his cold lifeless one a mark of new life. 

The grin that spread over his lips was pure evil, cracking his fingers as he touched his chest as if to try and relive the sensation. 

Angel's hair fall flatly in front of her azure eyes as she huddled herself into the corner, trying to understand what she had run into. There was nothing there! No wall, no person, no nothing! 

She shook her head wildly as petrified tears flowed from her eyes, "Not here again... not here. I'm better." Angel peeked above her knees, talking to herself now secondary considering she was thoroughly convinced she was going insane, "I don't believe in ghosts anymore." 

Crimson eyes gazed upon her heatedly, unrelenting as they peeled apart her most intricate secrets. 

He leaned down to her level, eye to eye though he knew she didn't him, before leaning in to breath in her scent, "Pity" he growled, "I'll have to teach you to believe." 

Blue eyes shot open at the voice and she instantly tried to scramble up to stand. 

Daemon had other plans with his newly found ability to touch the naïve youth, grabbing a fistful of her long hair and forcing her head back into the wall with a sharp yank. 

Angel tried to move away but there was no way out of the grasp. She could feel the icy fingers laced into her hair but she couldn't –see- anything. But she knew she couldn't be imagining something this real. No mental breakdown had ever felt like this.

Seven years ago the problem had been that she was seeing ghosts, but never once had she –felt- them. The institution had drilled it into her head that there was nothing there - that she was imagining things, creating a fantasy world, in order to express her feelings of neglect. Funny enough, she had never thought she was neglected... 

Daemon settled between her legs as he observed her terrified reaction of squirming and tears, "Fucking little tease. You knew, didn't you?" 

A whimper escaped from her lips as her body tensed painfully against her wishes, the muscles in her stomach and thighs cramping tightly. 

The demon growled, tugging at her hair sharply, "Fucking answer me when I talk to you, whore, I don't like to repeat myself." 

"D-didn't know" she managed to stutter out, his very voice shaking her to the core. The dark energy so was thick around her that she felt as if she was choking on it, and she was desperate to regain her breath for the moment. She bit down on her already bruised lips, trying to mentally will the tears to stop falling. She couldn't though. She was terrified. None of this made any sense. This couldn't be real... it couldn't be re- 

"I think you're lying to me," Daemon started lowly, "because you've been carefully avoiding me this entire week even though you knew I was there." He leaned forward, letting her scent wash over him. His canines scraped against the soft flesh over her neck, and he felt her shift instantly. When she went to try and push against him, he enjoyed the continual tremors of fear that ran through her body without fail. He moved to her ear, "Don't even try it." 

Angel took in a deep breath, the scent of blood and spice overwhelming her senses as her head rolled back against the wall. 

She looked at her hands that were sending her brain mixed messages. She felt like they were touching something—something like silken cloth against cold skin. But there was no one there to touch... 

Daemon smirked, "Like the feel?" 

Her hands shot down to the floor as icy breath stung her ear. 

"You should get used to it," he hissed into her ear, unwinding his fingers from her hair in order to trail his clawed fingertips down her cheek. The other he suddenly placed on her thigh, causing her to jump beneath his touch. He licked his lips at the satin skin, perfect and unmarred and warm. 

Angel wanted to sink into the wall as liquid ice trailed through her body, "S-stop it." 

Daemon ran his claws along the exposed skin of her lower thigh, "Don't move." 

The sharpness of his voice was enough to keep her reinforced to the wall as he skimmed his fingers across her legs and face, each touch sending here further into an abyss of coldness and fear. Her head was forced back once again, and she clenched her eyes shut once again as the chill returned. 

"Such a soft feel" Daemon breathed, inebriated by the touch that had eluded him for so goddamn long. He could actually feel the desire simmer and grow inside of him, and each touch seemed to bring him closer to that unfathomable edge of blissful satisfaction. 

Angel's stomach clenched tightly. 

She knew that she had to make a move. She had to make it now, and she had to get as far away from here as she possibly could. This voiceless thing was a monster, a demon, and with every passing moment it was becoming more sure of itself. 

So she acted. 

Angel brought her hands up and shoved against his chest as hard as she could, feeling the presence give way enough for her to move. 

Run, run, run, run, run-

She darted away from the corner, desperate for any place that would get her away from the stalking darkness. 

A startled cry left her lips as she was tackled to the ground, her arm aching as it collided with the living room table. She rolled onto her stomach, grasping at the floor as she tried to push herself back up, but it was no use. She was completely and utterly pinned. 

"I told you not to fucking move" he snarled against her neck, fingers pressing harshly into her sides. He dug them in even further as she continued to try and break free from his grasp, a silent warning. 

"Let go!" Angel cried out desperately "P-please, please, let me go..."

Daemon's only response was to laugh. A sadistic laugh that was made right against the back of her slender neck, "Oh, I'll let go alright, I'm going to let go like a fucking animal if you don't stop moving." He brushed his lips against her warm skin as she tried to control her twitching body, though she couldn't stop the terrified tremors that ran through her. 

Her fingers dug into the carpeting. 

This pain was real. It was real. 

She clenched her eyes shut as flashes of white and the smell on antiseptic filled her senses. Oh god, not here... she couldn't be back there again. She was done there... she had been treated and she was okay now. "No, NO!" Her body thrashed under his grip suddenly as tears started to fall, "I don't belong here, let me go!" 

Daemon tightened his grip, but felt her aura shift drastically as her last words were spoken. He leaned down and pressed his chest against her back suggestively, listening to her sweet cries of anguish as he pushed on her fragile boundaries. He pressed his forehead into her shoulder blade and closed his eyes. 

Angel's body cramped painfully, "Let me leave... god, let me go. There's nothing wrong with me!" she whimpered into the ground, "Please, it hurts..." 

A memory. Hers. It rose to the surface of her mind so quickly, enveloping her despite his presence. The demon bared his teeth against her shoulder as he saw a glimpse of it, "Stay still." 

A scream left her parted lips as pain from years ago came flooding back in massive tunnel vision that had her fingers curling against the floor. Her breathing came out in harsh labored pants that had her entire body rattling in spasms as oxygen struggled to make it into her lungs. 

"Angel!" came the shout from across the room, causing Daemon to tilt his head in annoyance. 

Aaron jetted across the glass and into the living room as he saw his little sister bleeding and crying on the floor. He instantly brought her into his arms, trying to ease her fright as she fought against his grasp violently. 

Angel shook, fighting every inch of skin that touched her own. 

"Angel – Angel ... C'mon Lior, it's alright, it's alright, everything is fine, shhh..."

At the name 'Lior' she froze, her eyes frantically searching for the voice that belonged to her brother. "Aaron, Aaron...please..." 

"I'm right here, Lior, right here." 

Daemon chuckled, watching as she flinched instantly upon hearing the sound. The boy didn't move though... didn't react to his presence of his voice. He was just like the rest of them... and he had no interest in that right now. Not when he had been presented with such a sweet gift. "That's right, whore, your brother will make everything better won't he?" He trailed a claw across her cheek, her body jumping instantly at the touch, "You tell him about me, he dies." 

A tremor rattled her form once again, struggling to see anything that wasn't the darkness that encompassed her eyesight. 

Aaron withheld his sister's trembling form from leaving his, "Tell me what happened." When she didn't reply he repeated, "Tell me what happened, Angel." 

The harsh intake of breath that passed into her lungs made her cough and sputter, shaking the reality that had formed around her and making the air unbearable, "W-why, Aaron... why did they put me there?" Tears filled her eyes, "God, it hurts... please... please make it stop... don't let them, please."

"Angel..." he whispered into shoulder, tightening his grip as topic they both despised was brought into play. He tried to calm her quaking form, brushing his fingers through her hair gently, "You're here now. I'm not going anywhere." Aaron looked around the room, feeling a cold chill suddenly flicker across his skin. As he looked to his sister, it was obvious from the pinpricks on her arms that she had felt the same thing. 

Her pale skin grew cold, "Stop..." 

Aaron watched terrified eyes clamp shut as her body halted its movements, "Angel, is it them?" He took her hands into his own, "Tell me the truth." 

Angel winced sharply as she heard the demon laugh once again, her heart freezing in her chest and her blood sticking to her veins. She shook her head sharply, "No... no such things anymore..." A deep breath got lost in her throat, "Never was... too sick to know..."

Aaron hugged his baby sister into him, "It's alright now, Angel." He looked around the room with doubting eyes and his arms tightened, "Everything's going to be alright." 

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Angel sat on the old swing attached to the even older oak tree outside their house, using her foot to sway it just like she had been doing for the last hour. It had been that long since Aaron had gone to school and her parents had gone to work. 

Ever since the incident a week ago, Angel couldn't bring herself to be in the house alone... and thanks to her over-anxious brother, she never had to be. 


Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 02



Her collapse had pushed his brotherly instincts into overdrive, and it had taken an extra hard push on her will power to get him out of the house this morning. She had even been sleeping in his room for the last week, not being able to overcome her fears long enough to stay in her own prison even long enough to sleep. 

It was knowing that she has caused this, knowing that Aaron was this worried, that made her break the chain that had been tying the two of them together over the last while. 

Aaron needed to get on with his life without being held back by hers. 

She owed her brother everything, especially after he had promised not to tell their parents about her temporary 'lapse.' The last thing she wanted to do was give them reason to think that she was going insane... even though she felt like she might be because of the way things were going. 

How could –that- have happened? 

She ran it over again and again in her mind, knowing how absolutely insane it was, but she couldn't deny what she had felt... which also scared her. Even back when she had been able to see 'ghosts', she had never been able to feel them physically. Sure, they made the room feel cold and the atmosphere tense, but this was something completely different. 

This thing... it could grab her, hurt her, mark her. 

He, though she could only guess that from his voice, had been able to physically overpower her without hesitation, and the darkness he admitted was enough to make her feel as if she was being hunted by some primal monster. She couldn't defend herself against something that she couldn't see, and with her 'supernatural instincts' severely dulled from her years in an institution, she didn't trust them enough to guide her through the house. 

Angel knew it sounded insane. She had been in the presence of enough crazy people to know how this must have sounded. 

Unfortunately, that didn't help her extinguish the fear that had taken home in the pit of her stomach. 

Blue eyes turned to house with a weary gaze, trying to figure out how she was going to make this arrangement work without setting off alarms to her parents. It was obvious that she couldn't spend all her time outside, and she definitely couldn't rely on someone being with her at all times. 

There was a mental inkling that reminded her that whoever it was in that house might not even care if she was with someone. From earlier performances, they obviously had more power then that of an ordinary human being. 

And who knew what that thing would do if she started avoiding it... who it would hurt. 

She grimaced at the thought. 

Her eyes were suddenly drawn to the upstairs window were her room was located, and they were forced to widen drastically. 

Blue, green, red, yellow, purple, white... 

They were all smeared across the expanse of her window. 

Angel took a harsh breath: 'my paintings.' 

She didn't look back once, nor did she consider the rashness of her actions, as she bolted off the swing and through the front door of her house. It took her less than a minute to get to the door of her room, and less than a second to push it open. Her eyes searched the room frantically, searching out the source of her worries but finding nothing. The only thing that was out of place was several tubes of squished paint, most of which had been applied to the window. 

Her heart instantly froze. She took an unconscious step back, but it wasn't enough to stop the chill that instantly consumed her being. 

The glass, the glass that had been smeared with paint... it now had a message scrolled across it. 

Perfectly curved letters formed a sentence that almost made her cripple over from fright. 

---Ready or not, here I come.---

Angel felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand in warning, her heart starting to thunder in her chest as she realized how recently this must have been. It hadn't been there when she had gone outside, which meant– 

The door slammed shut. 

Angel jumped sky high when it sounded, giving her brain a jump-start as to what she had just done. In order to make sure her paintings had not been damaged, she had ran into the house, isolated herself from anyone that could hear her, and had brought no phone in case something happened. 

She darted over to the door lightening fast and tried to pull it open, but it was frozen tightly in place. Her eyes brimmed with frightened tears and she slammed her hand against the door in frustration, "No!!"

A chuckle echoed through the confines of the room, and the blinds shut quickly. Darkness was cast over the space, creating shadows as only spears of light made their way through. 

Angel turned sharply, her back presses tightly against the wall as her eyes scanned the space wearily. Her fingers clenched tightly against the wood doorframe, turning her knuckles a white that matched her drained face. She bit her lip tightly when she felt something move closer, bringing in the cold like an arctic wind, "No..." 

A shadow shifted. 

That was the only warning she got before her arms were slammed ruthlessly above her head, wrists pinned by an invisible force. She cried out from the surprise and wasted no time in trying to struggle free from the vice grip. 

"Hello, Lior" the venomous voice hissed in her ear, "It's been a while, hasn't it?" 

Angel whimpered as the skin of her wrists was punctured harshly by his clawed fingers. Blood trickled down her arms, her voice frozen within her throat as she tried to break free. 

"Stop struggling" he snarled, his voice dangerously low, "You've done enough to piss me off this week, would you like it to get worse?" He pressed his bared canines against her throat like an animal getting ready to go for the jugular, "How about I demonstrate what I do to whores on that mother and father of yours?" He gave a feral smirk, "Or better yet, how about Aaron?" 

Blonde hair fell in front of her eyes tearfully as the monster spoke, "N-no, please, don't hurt them..." She shivered out of fear, "I-I'll stop..." 

Daemon snarled angrily, "Oh, you're going to stop doing a lot of fucking things, whore, make no doubt." He forced her head back against the wall, "and the first thing you're going to do is stop sleeping with that fucking whoremonger of a brother of yours." 

Angel narrowed her teary eyes, "Don't call him that." She whimpered when invisible fingers formed a tight noose around her neck. 

"You don't get to tell me anything, whore, remember that. Until the day you die, your life belongs to me. And if you forget that, even for a fucking minute, you'll pray for death after what I'll do" Daemon growled, watching as her head lolled back against the wall from the lack of available oxygen. 

She choked on the air as his fingers loosened very slightly, tears falling freely down her eyes as she realized how impossible the situation was becoming. Flaxen locks fell in front of her eyes. She couldn't see anyone there... but he didn't have to. She could feel him... and that was enough to successfully churn her stomach into a sickly mass. 

Lior whimpered as his clawed fingers dug threateningly into her wrists, "I won't... I-I promise..." 

"You won't what?" Daemon hissed lowly. 

Angel shut her eyes tightly, "I w-won't stay with Aaron anymore." 

The demon let a guttural sound reverberate through his throat and seep into the room, "I can smell that fucking boy all over you, whore." He let his canines graze over her ear, "It must be because he likes to touch you so fucking much... his –precious- baby sister." 

Azure eyes flinched at the insinuation. 

"I'm rather surprised he hasn't fucked you already, given all those wonderful opportunities you've been giving him" Daemon spoke harshly, his eyes roaming down the expanse of her lithe body shamelessly. He smirked at the jerk reaction that his comment stirred in the bound mortal. 

"He's my brother!"

"How naïve" the demon snorted lowly, "He wants to fuck you, kid. He wants to fucking plow your body until you can't move." He grinned ferally at the look of sickness that crossed over her features, "He wants you down on your knees, sucking his cock till your fucking lips are bleeding." 

Angel shook her head violently, "You're lying!!"

Daemon rolled his head back in laughter, his sharp canines glistening as he listened to her sweet cries of protest. His eyes snapped back to hers, "C'mon whore, don't tell me you thought your brother was saintly? Fuck, he may be your brother but he's not blind."

She clenched her eyes shut, "Stop it, god, leave us alone!"

A grin split his lips, "So you really didn't know... how fucking green you are, kid. Never noticed how he has to slip away during your conversations? That's because he doesn't want you to notice the fucking tent he gets in his pants every time he looks at you." He bit down on her ear roughly, holding her as she tried to squirm away from the pain, "It was a fucking dream come true for him when you asked to sleep in his room." 

Angel tried to break his embrace but with his strength it was like trying to escape a steel trap. She shook her head of his poisoning words, mentally denying any possibility that what this demon said was true. Denial ran directly to her eyes where they fell as heavy tears, "Stop..."

"And when you fall asleep, you let him get away with it all, whore. He touches you, fucking kisses you, then jacks off with you right there" Daemon whispered against her skin, "It's how you two always end up wrapped around each other in the morning... he uses your body like a fucking outlet." 

"That's not true!" she said, lashing out at the invisible demon, "It's not!" 

Daemon snarled, gripping her throat tightly once again, "You better fucking watch that tone of yours, whore, it's not something you want to die over." He let her breath for a short time later, watching as she tried to slow her erratic heart. He felt her pulse quicken under his fingers, the soft skin warm and taut from his touch, "Much better." 

Angel whimpered when her hair was yanked back harshly, forcing her head back against the wall and exposing her neck. She forced her eyes to the ceiling as she felt the sharp protrusions nick along her throat, dangerously close to her pulse point. Her fingers clenched tightly against the cold skin of his entrapping hand.

He soaked in the warmth that seeped into his form from hers, growling lustfully as blood from her injured wrists started to drip down his fingers. He bore his teeth against her ear "Don't move." Daemon forced his knee in between her legs, grinning as her body contracted at the sudden contact. 

She hated that she couldn't see where the next touch was coming. She hated even more that she couldn't do anything against his inhuman strength. She hated every damnable word that came out of his mouth, and she hated that she couldn't escape despite how much she wanted too. 

"You even fucking think about moving an inch I'll nail you to the wall through those pretty blue eyes, got it?" Daemon hissed, voice a sadistic promise. 

He licked his lips as she nodded, slowly removing hands from her wrists. 

Angel was shivering uncontrollably, her eyes panicked as she lost all whereabouts of the demon, his grasp on her wrists being the only telltale sign of where he was. Her body tensed instantly as a wave of cold swept across her body. 

She whimpered as icy digits suddenly crept up her shirt, brushing over her abdomen. Her hands instantly shot down to stop the prying digits, but stopped when a low growl reverberated through the air. 

"What did I just fucking tell you" he snarled against her neck, clawed fingers puncturing the skin of her hips with little effort. 

Angel squirmed at the as his cold digits broke her skin, a strangled cry of pain leaving her lips as her body was forced back into submission. She was terrified. Her heart was pounding so hard against her rib cage that it was threatening to make a run for the door. Blue eyes were clenched tightly as she tried to wake up from this nightmare... but she knew... she knew it wasn't going to happen, "P-please... please don't do t-this." 

Daemon looked to the little lamb, smirking against the skin of her neck, "Do what? Touch you? Or tell you the truth about your precious man whore?" He bit down on crook of her shoulder, "How about I just fuck you like the dirty bitch you are? Would that fucking appease you?" 

Her stomach twisted, nausea instant. He was going to- he was going to- 

Tears fled down her cheeks, "P-please, why are you – why are you doing this?" 

"Fucking listen to yourself, kid," the demon growled venomously.

She winced at the harshness of his voice. 

"P-please" he mimicked cruelly, his teeth hungrily nipping along the nape of her neck, "How much of a fucking virgin do you sound like, pleading and begging like it's going to make one bit of difference..." he slipped his body in closer to hers, "It doesn't fucking matter how much you beg... how much you ask... I don't fucking care." He ran his clawed fingers across her cheek roughly, leaving red lines across the flushed skin.

Angel tried to stop herself from reacting so jumpily to the touch but it was impossible when she was so goddamn afraid. She wished she could just stop flinching. She didn't want to give him anything else to feed off of. 

Daemon continued to trace the soft curvature of her neck before kissing the trail he left with pseudo affection, "And I bet your going to shake every time I say that word, huh kid? -Virgin-." 

She screamed at her body to stop whatever it was doing immediately, but her hands weren't listening. As soon as he spoke once again her hands pushed against what she could of only guessed to be his chest, fighting to put distance 

between them.

There was no effort as he captured her hands once again, restraining them. 

Angel's eyes widened as she was winded swiftly, the air forced out of her lungs until she was doubled over against the wall. If it hadn't been for his hand keeping her there, she would have fallen to the ground. She winced as she felt ice-cold fingers slip into her hair. 

Daemon pushed her head back until they were face to face, "How precious, truly..." He blew a cold breath against swollen marks on her neck, "Saving it for someone special? Prince Charming perhaps? Or maybe you just liked teasing too much to ever get popped." 

She bit her lip harshly to stop a yelp from leaving her lips, blood pooling at the corner of her mouth. 

Daemon leaned forward, smelling the sweet crimson, and swept it away with his tongue. He smirked at her attempt to try and fade into the opposing wall, "No, I know what it is... I bet your afraid of what all little virgins are afraid of... you're afraid of it hurting."

Angel whimpered, "Stop..." 

"Stop that fucking fidgeting" Daemon snarled in a voice so malicious that it would have put Satan to shame. He pulled her head back by her hair, forcing her head to the side as to expose the curvature of her neck, "No prints, no marks; you're a fuckin' A-class virgin to a tee."

Clenching her fingers against the wall, she fought to keep her body from jumping at his every word. She tried to use her legs to get balance but the invisible force was making it too hard to even maneuver slightly. Crimson blood spiraled freely down her arms, pooling on the dips of her shoulders listlessly as she tried to get away from the thing that she couldn't see. 

Leering eyes watched the youth who was trying so hard to stop her jumpy body. She was already trying so hard to appease him. He grinned sadistically. 

Blue eyes widened dramatically when she heard the zipper of her hoodie getting pulled down, coupled with light pressure against her upper chest, 

"No!" She kicked her legs out in a flurry, mind fully comprehending what was going to happen if she didn't get away from him, "No! Let go!" She winced when his grip tightened unbearably around her wrists, "Stop touching me!" 

He leaned closer to her, trapping her legs against his body and the wall, "Trust me, you're gonna fucking like this, kid. Inside every virgin is a whore waiting to break free." His canines grazed her shoulder, "You can fucking scream your lungs bloody, kid, cause no one's here to save you. Nobody is coming." 

She shook her head wildly, refusing to believe anything the demon told her. 

Always lying; always lying to get what they wanted. 

"No? Who's going to save you then?" Daemon whispered mockingly against her ear, "Aaron? Your precious big brother?" 

Blood started to seep down her shoulder blades, leaking down across her chest and traveling down her abdomen. Her head lolled back against the wall as her vision started to double in warning, "Let – me – go." 

Daemon smirked, "You better hope it's not him, whore. Cause I'll fucking break his spine before he gets to you." He let her warm blood flow over his hands, bathing in the heat that came from the fragile body across from his. He increased the pressure on her wrists causing her blood to flow even faster down her arms. 

Angel felt her legs start to give way, struggling to maintain her standing position as her strength bubbled out of her body. Blue eyes fluttered, "W-what... what do you – want?" 

The demon suddenly let go of her wrists. 

The youth fell to the ground instantly, back sliding down the wall until she sat propped on the floor. She couldn't even feel her arms anymore, the limbs lying limply against the ground as she tried to steady her vision. A cold chill told her that the demon was standing eerily close. 

"Want?" he asked mockingly. 

The sticky heat of her blood made her stomach clench, "Always want s-something..." A whimper escaped her lips when she felt invisible hands slide across the material of her hoodie, picking at her hemline teasingly. 

"What I want--" Daemon whispered sadistically against her ear, "is to take away everything precious to you. Starting with that halo." 

Angel struggled as the zipper of her hoodie was pulled down, her hands being pinned above her head to stop her from retaliating. Flaxen hair splayed around her face as she thrashed against the ghost, "No! Stop it!" Her body froze as an ice cold hand ran across her exposed abdomen, "G-get off of me!" 

Daemon dragged his tongue across his canines slowly, "I'd stop moving, kid. First times can get rather messy if you don't do it right." He pressed his hand flatly against the expanse of her warm skin, allowing his clawed fingers to explore the flat plane of her stomach in a deliberately slow manner. He leaned forward until he was right against her ear, "But I see you're already half-way there." 

All she could do was try to move the hand that was holding hers down so forcefully, but unseen digits were like a steel trap: cold and unmoving. She tried to kick her legs out and send him back, but there was now a weight on them preventing her from doing so, "N-no!" Her body struggled violently as cold fingers continued to play along her stomach, "Let go!"

He growled in warning, "Fuck, you're really not a listener, kid. What have I fucking told you about moving?" 

"Then stop touching me!" Angel replied in frustration, cool air licking at the exposed skin across her navel. 

She had no way of preparing when her body was suddenly torn from the wall and thrown across the floor like a ragdoll. She skidded across, rolling, before making impact. A startled cry left her lips as her body connected with the opposing wall, slamming into one of the canvas's that had rested there and breaking it in half a brittle snap. 

Daemon wasn't finished, though.

He ruthlessly grabbed the mortal by the back of her hood, lifting her from the split painting, and slammed her back into the wall.

Her head connected with the hard plastering, her mind reeling from the sudden assault on her body. She whimpered loudly when her neck was suddenly pierced by sharp intrusions. 




Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 02



"You're fucking pissing me off, kid," Daemon snarled, an inch from her face, "Now listen, and listen good because this is the last goddamn time I'm going to tell you this. If you fucking move again, if anything leaves those lips that even remotely sounds like a protest, I'll fucking rip off anything that seems to be causing me trouble." He blew against the deep puncture marks that now marred her skin, "Or even better, I'll start with your lovely family. Particularly that fucking saintly brother of yours. You understand?" 

Angel closed her eyes as they filled with tears, withholding the sob that threatened to break through. 

There was nothing she could say. There was nothing she could do. She had to protect her family... they were everything to her. If Aaron got hurt because of her stupidity, because of this thing she could do, she would never forgive herself. 

Her stomach was knotted from the prospect of giving up... but what else could she do? She was trapped.

Angel nodded curtly to the demon. She shivered as his cold hands pressed against her bare abdomen, her own fingers tightening against the wall as to prevent them from doing anything that would break their deal. 

"Good" Daemon replied sharply. He allowed the warmth from her body to lick at his fingertips as he stroked her skin earnestly. A smirk spread over his lips at the effect such a touch was having on the young woman in front of him, his mere touch causing her to screw her eyes shut tightly as her petite frame tried to stop quivering. 

She tensed as her hoodie was slid off of her, leaving her upper body only covered by a simple white bra and strands of blond hair. 

Clawed fingers brushed the blond remains behind the curvature of her neck, slowly tracing over the imprints that he had left just moments ago. His lips turned up as she fought her natural reaction to jerk away, "Such a well behaved little girl when your brother is at stake..."

Angel breathed sharply as lips touched her shoulder, her mind screaming as his hands firmly started to create angry trails across her stomach. She felt her face get lowered back down to a moderate level, flinching when she felt a cool tingling across her lips. A whimper passed her lips as she felt his canines nip dangerously close to her mouth, her head pressing back unconsciously against the wall. 

Daemon took in the sound, lips contorting into a sadistic grin, "Never been fucked. How have you managed to keep it for all these years?"

Angel fought her gut reaction to kick when his fingers pressed down on her hips, dragging across her navel to the button of her shorts.

"But nobody wants to fuck a freak, huh kid? Not one who sees things that aren't there" he spoke tauntingly, kissing his way down across her skin. 

She clenched her eyes harder as if to try and make him go away. 

He smoothly ran his tongue up across her collarbone, "None of your little high school choir boys could fuck you like I will anyways." Daemon drank in the curvature of her body, slowly dragging his hands up from slender hips to her barely covered chest before growling into her neck lustfully, "I'll be the one who'll turn you into a little whore. You'll be begging for it by the time I'm through with you." 

Angel craned up her neck to the ceiling so that when she opened her eyes she was met with the plain white speckle. She wanted to find a place far away from her body - she wanted to be able to ignore these happenings like she had been taught to do. 

But he wouldn't let her. 

He wouldn't because it was real. 

Ghosts had never been able to physically touch her before... never. It was the only reassuring factor that had gotten her through a lot of tough times when she was a kid. 

But now the tables were turned. 

Angel was faced with something that she couldn't see but that she could feel so strongly that it hurt. At least if she could see him she would know where the next touch was coming. This was like walking around blindly in the dark while being stalked by a wild animal. 

Her heart leapt into her throat as cold lips once again landed perilously close to her own, causing her to tilt her head back down skittishly. 

Daemon allowed his fingers to dip under the rim of her pants. 

Her hands instantly left the wall to go stop him but she halted her actions halfway there. If she tried to stop him... if she resisted... 

Her brother flashed across her mind. Her mom. Her dad. It was enough incentive for her to retreat her hands back against the wall. 

The demon chuckled against the shell of her ear, "If you want something to do with your hands, kid, I'll be more then obliged to help you out." 

Angel froze when her hands were suddenly pressed against what must have been the invisible figure's clothed chest, fingers once more in contact with the chilling male. She couldn't stop her digits from shaking as they touched upon his body, and any effort to stop them only resulted in her unconscious tightening of them around his... shirt? 

He pressed his frame tightly against hers before sliding his hands against her bellybutton, "Teasing little whore." He popped the button of her jeans, "Let's find out how innocent you really are."

Angel jumped when fingers probed across her midsection wandering dangerously close to her lower half. When the jean material got pulled down her legs she fought her natural reaction to run as far as her legs would get her. Anxiety washed over her once again as his body left hers to take a step back, as if he were a predator stalking his prey. She didn't need to see his eyes to know that they were staring her down with blazing intensity. 

Daemon licked his lips hungrily as his eyes lingered on the pale exposed skin before him. He let his gaze roam across her shoulders and chest, down across the flat plane of her stomach, and further to toned legs that quivered with fright. It was then that he caught site of the only flaw that seemed to be caked onto perfect skin: a twin pair of horizontal scars that ran jaggedly across her left wrist. 

Almost as if sensing what he was looking at, Angel turned her arm over so that her palm rested against the wall. 

Daemon smirked suddenly as if given a great gift. He took her hands within his own before moving them up to rest upon his now bare skin. His tongue traced his canines as he watched an expression of nervous fear fleet across her features, her fingers somewhat tightening against his skin. He turned her left hand palm-up, taking observation of the thin blue veins that pulsed beneath scarred placid skin, "Seems my mark is not the only one to stain your skin." 

She tried to jerk her hand back but was stopped by the stony grip on her wrist. 

"I never would have pegged you for a cutter, kid" he purred against her ear, "but somehow it doesn't surprise me that someone like you would try to take the easy way out." 

Angel flinched, "Please..." 

Daemon traced the marks teasingly with this clawed fingers, "Aw, so I hit a nerve. You did try to kill yourself then." He lifted her palm, nipping along the skin and smirking as she jumped in response, "And you only did it once, from what it looks like. No repeat performances."

Azure eyes clenched as her heart sped. She hated remembering this. She hated remembering such a weak point in her life: it hurt too much. 

"But you must have fucked it up since you're still here. Someone must have found you," the demon whispered, savoring her pain as he nicked the skin on her palm again with his canines. He grinned as he watched the memory flicker across the surface of her mind, inducing pure terror, "Fucking pathetic, kid, you couldn't even manage to kill yourself right." 

Her eyes flashed open when his claws pressed down suddenly on her scars, causing her to slam her hands down away from his grasp before burying them into her face, "No!" Flaxen hair fell wildly in front of distressed orbs as her body shook like it had just been doused in freezing water. Her right hand clutched her left wrist protectively. 

Daemon watched the practiced reaction as he triggered another memory. Lips turned up sadistically as he leaned forward to bite her ear, "Your brother mentioned that they locked you up for being mental... because you saw ghosts." He chuckled, "It's why you did it, wasn't it? You slit your wrists because you could see them, and hear them, but no one fucking believed you. No one believes a freak." 

Angel took a shaky breath, her togetherness starting to slip away from her as he continued to speak. Tears fled down her eyes as the demon picked at her memories cruelly while taking his time to do the same to her body. She had to constantly remind herself of the consequences of moving or speaking, even though she had broken her word only a few minutes prior. She got the distinct impression that he wouldn't let it happen more than once. 

The demon slid his hands into hers, forcing them apart until their fingers were laced, "And then they sent you there not knowing any better. They sent you into a cage of lunatics to rot. It's a fucking wonder you're not completely fucked up... after all, that couldn't have been fun." He smirked psychotically, "Four fun years around loonies. Four years learning how to ignore them."

She whimpered at the scalding words that burned her ears. 

He licked her earlobe sensually, "But just because you can't see it, doesn't mean it's not there, right kid?" 

Angel strained her eyes up as the cool appendage traced around her ear, making her skin crawl earnestly. She took a shaky breath when his hands set against her chest, praying to anyone who would listen to save her. Anyone who could free her from this nightmare... 

A whimper was ripped from her lips as when he suddenly pressed against her roughly and without warning, every part of her body now pressed flush against his. Her hands had no choice but to flatten against his chest. Now she couldn't remember how to breathe.

Daemon blew fire against her ear, "I'd keep breathing, kid. You're not going to want to miss this..." He grinned against her neck, "and you're obviously not very competent when it comes to dying. Or else you wouldn't have messed it up the first time..." 

Angel tried to press herself into the wall as his fingers trailed down to tease the rim of her panties. She tried to press her hands down to stop them from going any further, but they were pressed so firmly against him that they ended up sliding down to his abdomen instead. She felt his stomach tighten under her grip as a growl reverberated down her spine. 

He bared his teeth against her throat as he snarled lustfully, claws ripping through her remaining garments until they lay forgotten on the floor. So fucking soft and curvy under all those ratty clothes... so fucking innocent. 

Just like a woman...

Angel cried out when his body pressed against hers harshly, feeling every part of him against her own. His erection was hard against her thigh. She bit into her lip harshly, instantly splitting the skin and making it bleed ruby drops. 

For Aaron... 

"Fuck" Daemon hissed, his voice turning venomous as his body was able to feel so vividly. He hadn't been able to feel in so long... not the pressure of touch or the spreading of warmth. Now he could... through this one fucking naïve teenager who didn't even realize what a find she was. "I'm gonna fucking feel you around me. I'm going to feel you stretch around me as I tear through you like no one ever has. I'm going to take away everything..." He grinned, hand reaching up to cup a perfect tit and thumb her little nipple, "Are you ready for that, kid?" 

Angel was shaking so hard that it was actually causing numbness to paralyze any form of action. She clenched her eyes, shaking her head as she tried to deny what was going to happen. It wasn't supposed to be like this... it wasn't... she wasn't supposed to be this way... 

"No?" the demon cooed against here ear, "Aw, baby, and I thought we were getting so close too." He licked her lips teasingly, watching as she shielded herself away by turning her face to the ground. Clawed fingers ran through silver-blond hair, "I know you'd rather be fucking your brother, kid... but trust me. He can't do for you what I will. Of course --" he hissed dangerously, "he'd probably fuck you kinder then I ever will, whore." 

Angel cried out when he forced a clawed digit into her body, her tears becoming manic as she was so violently violated. Her fingers dug into his sides as her legs threatened to fail. 

"Fuck!" Daemon growled loudly, his free hand drawing up her right thigh and forcing it around his waist. He grinned as her body started to override her mind, telling her to force him away because of the pain. Stark canines glistened, "Fucking tight, kid, holy fuck, and just one finger. You're gonna fucking milk my cock."

She bit down on her lip even harder, trying to disappear completely as her body was used. A scuffled cry left her lips as he gyrated his finger cruelly inside of her, head unconsciously falling forward into his shoulder in order to try and blanket her distress. She could feel his erection pressing against her naked, instantly causing her to tremor even more violently. 

The demon held her jerking body back as he forced another one of his fingers inside of her, moaning lustfully as the tight hot body clenched around him teasingly. He drank in the whimper of unadulterated pain, feeling her legs tighten against his body in an unconscious effort to make him stop. Slender digits pressed deeper, and he grinned sadistically when they barely touched her unbroken hymen, causing her to tighten unconsciously. 

Angel whimpered in terror, and she buried her head into his shoulder so he wouldn't hear her pain, "P-please, stop." It was so soft that she knew he wouldn't have heard it. 

Daemon bit down on her shoulder, lapping at the wound tenderly as he softly brushed his fingers against her virgin maidenhead, "Feel that, Lior? Your precious virginity? That's the only thing you have left to protect yourself with and I'm gonna fucking take it." He felt her shake under the intimate touch, "I'm going to fucking ream you until you can't take it anymore."

She almost bit into his shoulder when he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself against her opening, clenching her eyes in preparation for what was to come. Her fingers dug into him harshly but she couldn't get them to unfurl. He was the only thing she could hang on to. 

"Don't tense," he whispered against her ear, lust and enjoyment clear in every word he spoke, 

"You're not helping yourself that way, kid. It'll just hurt even more..." 

Angel muffled her scream with his shoulder as he suddenly slammed into her body, her arms and legs straining to push him away but with no avail. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks at the searing pain that threatened to split her in half, back arching as she tried to pry what she couldn't see off of her. 

"Fuck!" Daemon moaned ferally, fingers burying into her hips as her molten body contracted around him like a vice, "Fuck, yer tight, kid." 

Angel couldn't hear or see anything past the popping in here ears and the spots that had formed in front of her eyes. Sleets of white hot pain foiled her vision as he tore through her virginity, her nails biting into his skin in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure. She cried out when he repositioned her legs so that they were wrapped firmly around his waist, despite her obvious protest. 

Daemon stayed still as he lay fully sheathed inside of the innocent mortal, grinning as he felt her virgin heat surround him. He chuckled against her skin, "Such a quivering little girl... no longer a virgin, but still acting like one." He thrust into her harshly drawing a muffled cry of pain from her lips, "Fuck, you're gripping me like a fucking vice, kid." 

Flaxen hair fell across her shoulders, and she jerked when he took his time in drawing out before cruelly slamming back in. His cock stretched her and he gave her no moment to adjust as he started his rhythm. The line of blood dripping from her lip only increased as she continued to savagely bite down upon it, teeth clamping down on the flesh as if it were salvation. 

"And not a word past those pretty lips. A scream, a cry, a whimper; but not a fucking word." He pressed his lips against her chin, licking at the trail of blood that she had created, "Not even a good attempt to push me away, just some precious pain struggle. Such a good little whore when you want to be..." He pressed his bloody fingers into her hips, "You. Fucking. Belong. To. Me. Now." He punctuated each word with a harsh thrust that had her clutching onto him violently. 

There was blood staining her thighs now, each angled thrust breaking her further and further into pieces. 

He crushed his lips to hers as he used her body like a feral animal, each thrust harder and deeper than the previous. Canine teeth dug into her lip savagely, drawing more sweet blood from the youth as he brutally tore into her. 

All she could feel was pain as she was violated over and over again, each thrust forcing her back bruisingly against the wall until her shoulders were raw. She wanted it to end. The pain – she couldn't take it. She cried out, praying for mercy in the form of unconsciousness. Her body tightened unwillingly, drawing a lustful moan from the demon's lips. 

"Fuck" he hissed in pleasure as her muscles clenched around his pulsating member, his senses drinking in the tightness and velvet warth of a previously untouched body. Fuck, he had missed mortal sins. Daemon drove into her repeatedly as her body contracted around his arousal, "Fucking little whore." 

Angel's head connected with the wall as her throat was attacked and her body ravaged, "A-ahh!" She could barely keep from forcing him away from her, the pain starting to override even her strongest moral obligations. 

This torture to keep her family safe – she had to do it. She couldn't open her eyes anymore... she felt like they were on fire, like they were burning in protest of her body's pain, but that pain was nothing in comparison to the one this demon was inflicting on her. 

Daemon thrust harder, driving deep into the warmth that pulled at him so wondrously. He let out a guttural snarl as he approached his peek, blood lubricating both him and her enough to increase the pace. 

Her legs tightened against his body, an unconscious move that only caused her more sharp pain as it pulled him further inside. Her forehead fell against his shoulder, azure eyes refusing to open as his thrusts became more aggressive. Angel's frail body was rejecting upon itself as it was continuously violated - but she couldn't stop him. If she struggled, it only maneuvered her into an even worse position... but she couldn't stop her body from reacting to the pain. It pined to get away from his touch – but his strength was enough to triple her own. 

The demon snarled loudly as his orgasm approached, fingers moving up until they were imbedded in the previously smooth skin along her ribcage. "Ready, whore?" He smirked as she whimpered in protest, body quivering from his violent onslaught. Sharp canines wasted no time in finding previously marked skin along her neck, protrusions sinking into the skin as he made his final claim. 

Angel cried out as his release stung her insides, his cum pumping inside of her, searing her ripped skin as if the pain beforehand had not been enough. Closed eyes remained screwed shut as he rode out his orgasm like an animal, spots of excruciating pain dotting her vision. Tears fled from her closed eyes in silent rivers. 

Daemon stopped his movement, but didn't withdraw. He allowed himself to wallow in the bliss of her torn and heated body, eyes half lidded as he watched the broken sobs rack her fragile body. 




Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 02



A grin split his lips as he brushed his lips against her ear, only to have her shirk away violently. He could feel her shaking fingers that were still so firmly plastered to his abdomen, as well as her quivering legs that were wrapped around his waist so firmly, "Beautiful, wasn't it kid?" 

She shook at the low whispering tone of his voice as it reverberated through her ear. 

"Fucking magical" he teased, "You're a rather good fuck, kid, maybe I will share you. After all, I don't want you to think I'm selfish." 

Angel whimpered against his shoulder, "N-no..." 

"No? No, you don't care about what happens to your precious family? Or, no, you don't want me to share you?" he growled lowly into her ear. He forced her tear stained face up so that they would be face to face, grinning as her brushes over tear trails with his clawed fingers, "Oh, I know, you're still frightened that I'll make you do something with your saintly brother, aren't you?" 

She clenched her eyes tighter when he shifted, forcing his body to penetrate hers once again. 

"Nothing that he wouldn't enjoy, I'm sure." 

Angel gasped sharply when he removed his fingers from her skin. 

"Then tell me, Lior, open those pretty eyes and tell me that you're my whore. Tell me that I'm the only one you want fucking you." 

Angel's fingers tightened, as did her throat. The pain – the pain was killing her. 

"Beg for me," he whispered sadistically. He grinned as her body rattled in protest of his request, "It's what you want isn't it? Unless maybe you'd like to give Aaron your services – maybe you have the same secret desire as him. Maybe the little whore in you wants to give your big brother some special services." 

Angel shook her head in denial, "N-no, s-stop." 

"Then tell me what you are, kid." 

She shook, her breath labored as forced her throat to unclench. Her tears were heavy as she thought about what she had to do... in order to keep everyone safe. Blue eyes teared as she thought of Aaron... 

She quickly got rid of the mental image before opening her mouth slightly, "I-I'm..." She turned her head away, but it was forced back up instantly. 

"I want to see those eyes" he reminded, "Now tell me." 

"I'm y-you're whore" Angel whispered painfully. Blue eyes opened. 

Her heart stopped instantly. 

Brazen crimson eyes. Lustful, bloody, crimson eyes that stared into hers with hell's fury. 

Her breath hitched in pained realization.

She could -see- him. 

Spiked black hair, sharp canine teeth, strong defined muscles, searing crimson eyes...

Angel turned her gaze to the ground instantly, her heart restarting with renewed vigor. She tried to control her breathing but it still was coming out in erratic whisps. She could see the bronzed body that was still adhered to her own... 

...and it -terrified- her. 

How had this happened? When had this happened? When had she gotten back the ability to see ghosts? 

There were a thousand questions that spiraled through her head, but only one prominent thought: she couldn't let him know. As soon as he found out that she could see him, the tortures wouldn't end... he would use her newly found vision to strengthen his hold on her...

Daemon smirked, "Good." 

She winced as he pulled out of her suddenly, sliding down the wall and onto the floor as soon as he let go of her body. She buried her face into her knees so that he wouldn't see the broken tears that ran down her face, wrapping her arms around her legs in attempt to shield herself. Flaxen hair fell over her shoulders limply. 

He leaned down to blow against her ear, "Better clean up, kid. Aaron will be home soon." 

Angel flinched, but didn't look up. She was afraid she might catch gazes with him, and it would all be over—because she couldn't stare through his eyes anymore. His eyes were simply unavoidable. 

The mentioning of her brother only caused more tears to fall. It was only when she felt him leave that she turned her face up, trying to wipe away the tears from her eyes. 

God, it hurt... it hurt so much. 

Even standing proved to be difficult, pain splitting through her body and forcing her back onto her knees. She could feel the blood that was now caked, not only on her thighs, but also on her neck, wrists, and stomach. As she forced herself to stand with aid from the wall, she got a good look at her abdomen that was now sporting angry red puncture marks from his clawed fingers. With tears falling, and her stomach turning, she abandoned her clothing and stumbled through the doors to reach the bathroom. 

It took everything she had not to throw up upon entrance.

It took everything and more not to look at herself in the mirror as she locked the door and staggered into the shower. Trembling fingers turned the knob for hot water clumsily. She cringed when the water turned red upon impacting her body, sliding down her frame before quickly being absorbed by the drain. 

She wanted to scream – she wanted to scream her pain and frustration to whatever god would listen – but she didn't. Instead, she picked up the washcloth and started scrubbing at her body as if trying to rub off her own skin. 

Crimson swirled continuously down the drain. 

Steam caressed her shaking form in attempt to sooth the hurt. 

Angel continued to scour her body of all the fluid that seemed to be seared onto it. 

It didn't take long for pale skin to turn raw and red from the persistent scrubbing. She just wanted it to come off – all of his marks – but they were still there; they were still etched onto her skin like permanent reminders of his ownership. She washed harder, sticking her head under the spray to simultaneously wash her hair. 

"Lior! I'm home!" 

Angel jumped at the loud muffled voice, dropping the washcloth and almost slipping on it in the process. 

It took her a moment to calm her heart down enough to realize it was Aaron's voice. 

She looked down at herself with uneasy eyes. 

All she wanted to do was hide away from everything... 

She shook the water out of her eyes, "In the shower!" It was a response to let him know that she was okay – even though she wasn't. She turned off the water, trying to calm her still pained body as she dried herself off. 

This time the call of the mirror was too strong. 

Azure eyes turned and flinched at the sight. Even though all the blood and release was gone, it still looked as if she had been through a blender. Her wrists were torn and bruised, starting to turn angry shades of blue and purple as the wounds settled. Her neck now sported several sets of prints, each one dark and damning. The puncture marks along her sides were turning deep red and blue, looking as if someone had tried to pry her apart from her ribs. 

It was a long moment before she realized that the eyes looking back at her were actually her own – she hadn't seen these listless eyes since she had been enlisted back in the psyche ward: completely scared and confused. 

There was a long permeating silence.

When she was finally able to tear her gaze away from the mirror, she realized that she had brought no clothing into the bathroom to change into. The problem was temporarily solved when she saw Aaron's terry-cloth robe hanging against the back of the door idly. She slipped it on, black material swimming around her body as the size difference was clearly established. The ends of the robe skimmed the tips of her fingers, and the bottom dragged on the floor. It was a good thing, considering how much she had to hide. She made sure that her damp hair covered the markings on her neck before slipping out of the bathroom quickly. 

A hand clamped down on her shoulder, and she jumped frantically, spinning around like lightning. 

"Woah, Lior, you okay?"

Angel's heart rate calmed instantly at the sight of her brother, a mental sigh of relief instantly causing her body to unwind slowly, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, you just startled me is all." She tried to look casual as she stood there in her brother's robe, despite the pain that threatened to bring her to the floor. She offered him a forced smile; "I thought you had band practice today?"

Aaron ruffled his hair with a grin, "I thought so too until Barry busted up his wrist earlier today. There's not much point in playing without your drummer. I mean, that would just suck – so our band's taking a break for about a week to let him heal up and all. " He shrugged his shoulders, "Ah well though, right? Some early evenings might do me some good." 

She laughed, or tried to, softly, "Yeah, maybe so." 

"Oh hey" Aaron said, as if he had just remembered something important, "I was driving in and I saw something covering your window; what is it?" 

Her heart froze. 

The paint. The paint that Daemon had used to lure her into the house. 

Angel ran her fingers through her hair quickly, "Um, yeah... minor inspirational meltdown. I should probably go and clean that up before mom and dad get home..." 

"Wait – that's paint all over your window?' Aaron asked, his eyebrows knitting together, "that really expensive paint that you won't even let me touch?" 

She tilted her head to the side, making sure to keep the marks on her neck hidden, "I got a little frustrated, okay? Leave it alone." 

Aaron blinked, "Wow, I never thought I'd see the day that you got that frustrated. I almost wish I could have been here to see it." 

Angel flinched, hugging the robe even tighter to her body at the comment.

"Anyways, you want to do something today since I'm home? I figured we could go into town – maybe do dinner or something since mom and dad are going to be at that conference thingy all weekend. What do you think?" Aaron asked with a broad grin. His smile only brightened when she hesitated, "C'mon, Lior, live a little – this could help your inspirational woes." 

The younger sighed softly, "Alright – just give me some time to get ready, kay?"

"Yup" Aaron replied, "I gotta refill the windshield wiper fluid anyways. Meet me in the garage when you're finished alright? Don't forget to lock up." 

"I won't" she choked out. She turned away just as the tears began to fall, hurrying into her room and closing the door. She put her hands over her mouth to stifle the sob that threatened to blow her cover. And she waited quietly for Aaron to make his way back down the stairs, not daring to move until she heard the click of the garage door. 

Blue eyes stared at the abstract paint smeared all across her window; the lure that had brought her up here so easily. She looked at the remnants of the snapped painting that she had been working on earlier that day which lay strewn across her equally as broken easel. But it was the crimson blood, her blood, painted on the walls, dotting the floor, which made her stomach turn violently. 

It was the smell of sex and lust that would be permanently ingrained into her memories – the feel of his complete domination as he had stripped and violated her. 

She forced her bruised body up off the floor and to the clouted window. The robe slipped off her shoulders as her fingers danced across the painted surface, tears rolling down her cheeks. 

She wiped them away, wrapping her arms around herself and staring at her reflection in the window. 

The eyes that looked back at her were those of a haunted woman. 

A haunted woman with no chance of escape.



Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 03



"Angel Stewart, don't you walk away from us!" 

"Leave me alone! I don't wanna talk to you anymore!" She was halfway up the staircase before she stopped to look down at her parents who were now standing in the entrance lobby looking like they were ready to explode. God only knew she was about to. 

Her mother looked at her, irritation painted across her face, "We're going to talk about it whether you like it or not. You're acting like a child." 

"Only because you always treat me like one." 

"Your mother and I don't appreciate the attitude you've been giving us lately. You've been nothing but moody ever since we got here and it's time to put an end to it" her father barked, anger leaching into his usually calm voice. He shook his head, an exhausted sigh leaving his lips, "You need to tell us what's going on, Angel. We can't fix anything if you don't let us in. Did we do something? Did something happen?"

"God, no, I just want to be by myself" Lior snapped, trying not to let her voice crack as she blatantly lied. Her hands tightened on the rail, "Just give me some space. That's all I want is some space." 

"We've tried giving you space" her father continued, "and I'm not impressed with the results, Ang. You've missed classes, been out until all hours of the night without phoning us to let us know that you're still alive - Christ, we had to call 911 a few nights ago because you didn't come home! Someone could have abducted you for all we knew-"

"I told you I was going out!" 

"But you didn't tell us that you weren't coming home" her mother snapped, "You didn't tell us who you were staying with or where you were going. You didn't answer any of our phone calls-"

"Maybe that's because I didn't want to talk to you" Lior replied, meaning it to be much quieter than it had actually come out to be. 

"This is completely unlike you, Angel! Stop being so selfish" her mother scorned, face tight as the frustration started to ebb in. 

Fire burned behind blue eyes, tears hot behind them, but she refused to let any fall. She clenched her fingers so tightly that her knuckled turned white, "Selfish? You want me to stop being selfish?! Are you kidding?!" 

"Angel-" her father started, but was quickly interrupted. 

"No! You uproot me and Aaron from our friends, move us to some random hicksville place that nobody has even heard of, and I'm the one who's selfish?! Did you ever stop to think that maybe your children were fine where they were?! That maybe we didn't wanna move out here?!" She pushed her fingers through her hair, look scathing, "No, of course not, because we always have to do what's best for you and your goddamn job!"

Her mother looked stricken but the expression was quickly replaced with a much angrier one, "Don't you talk to me like that, young lady! We moved here because it was best for everyone - we moved out here for a better life, and you know that!" 

"We didn't need a better life" Lior choked out sharply, "you needed a better life. You and dad needed a better life. I was fine back home - this, this place is never going to be that. I hate this place... I hate it here. And I'm sorry if that isn't conclusive to your fabulous new life, but it's how I feel." 

"It's an adjustment for everyone, Angel" her father stated in his parental-calm-voice, although he was still clearly on the defensive. 

This, in turn, made Lior wanted to scream until her lungs were sore. It felt like it was the only thing that would stop her insides from corroding at this point. 

She wanted them to understand but knew that they would never be able to. They would never be able to because she would never let them. Angel shook her head, "It doesn't even matter. Really, it just doesn't even matter. Just go to your party - tell the neighbors I say hi."

"You told Julian you would go" her mother argued disapprovingly, "and we made a commitment, Ang. Your brother's already there." 

"He'll understand. They'll both understand. Just go - I'm not gonna pretend that everything's okay just because of some party our neighbors are throwing. I don't even know them. You know them. I don't wanna go-" her voice crackled a little as she looked towards her dad, eyes silently begging for reprieve, "Please don't make me go." 

She knew right away that he would let her stay. 

She knew because she had always been daddy's little girl - and there was nothing that her dad would ever deny her if it was within his power. And once her dad crumbled, her mom would follow soon after. Not because she wanted to but because her mom just wasn't patient enough to deal with conflict when there was a social event that needed tending to. It didn't matter that they were hundreds of miles away from the nearest town that even recognized a brand name design. She was a born socialite - a social climber - no matter where they were. 

It didn't make her a bad person, but Lior knew how her family worked. 

And this was how the game was played. 

Her dad sighed softly, pinching the bridge of his nose before he looked back up to her, "Alright, don't go. But this doesn't mean we're done talking. We're going to have a long discussion about your behavior in the morning." 

It was such a classic parent line. 

But she didn't care how clichéd the line was as long as it meant them leaving and giving her the opportunity to do the same. She needed to leave... to be somewhere that nobody else was. 

Her mom looked annoyed, shooting her a very pointed look to show that this wasn't over by a long shot, "I want you in your room, Angel. No TV, no computer, and no leaving the house. Till we're finished this conversation, you're grounded." 

Angel stared at her mother, lips forming into a tight line. She took a stilted breath before agreeing, "Fine." 

What she wanted to say was 'like hell I'm staying in this house'. But she wouldn't. She would refrain from saying anything that would sound off alarm bells about what was really going on. 

She had to. 

He left her no choice. 

Lior finished going up the stairs, crossing the hall, and making sure her parents heard her slam the door to her bedroom. She knew her parents well enough to know that they wouldn't leave until they knew for certain that she wasn't going to hightail it down her window on a rope made of bed sheets as soon as they left. 

And, make no mistake, she was going to. 

As soon as they left she was out of here. She was only going to come back into this house when they came home after conveniently 'taking the garbage out'. 

Sure, she would get in trouble for leaving, but it didn't matter. What mattered was not being alone in this house. Ever. 

She lay on her bed, waiting to hear the garage door open and close so she could make her escape. 

This room tortured her. 

She could still feel the dark energy that radiated from the floor - that pulsed from the walls that were now etched with her misery. And even though she had covered them with her old collections of paintings, it didn't change the fact that she knew there was blood hidden behind them. She could cover them up no better then she could the scars riddling her body. 

Even the smell was the same. No matter how many times she matted the air with freshener to drown out the scent she could still smell it - him. She could smell the blood, the sex, the heat - 

She cringed, stomach wrenching, closing her eyes and shaking her head of the memories. 

It was all she could think about these days. How she was going to avoid the next encounter - if she could avoid the next encounter - when the next encounter was going to be. It could have been anytime. 

He could appear while they were eating breakfast, when she was showering, or when they were in the family room watching TV. And as long as she was able to see him she always had to be aware of every possible place that he could come from so that she wouldn't be surprised at his approach. 

She couldn't let him know that she could see him. 

The possibilities for torture were endless if he found out. There was no limit to what he would do to get her attention or just mess with her already splintering mind. 

And then there was her family. 

She didn't want Aaron or her parents to think that she was seeing anything either. God only knew what they would do if they thought she was seeing things again. The last word she wanted to hear leave any of their lips was 'relapse'. 

She couldn't go back to that place. She wouldn't. 

As long as she was in this house, though, there was no way for her to escape him. He was everywhere. Daemon Vertik was a demon possessed. 

It almost hurt more that she could put a name to the face of the monster - that she was living in a place where he had once been a living guest. She didn't want to think of him as a human in any regard, even in past tense, because it meant that there was a possibility that something that evil could embody a human form. Every time she passed by his portrait on the way down the hall her heart froze. 

It was a reminder that he was there. Waiting.

She opened her eyes when she heard the door to the garage close and swung her legs over the side of her bed. Propelling herself to the closet, she opened the door quickly and grabbed a sweater from the depths before moving towards the door. 

She was halfway through the door when a devastatingly familiar chill fled up her spine and froze her in place. Her hand clenched the knob as she felt everything get cold, her skin prickling. 

It was all it took for her to break out in a run. 

She saw a glimpse of black out of the corner of her eye and it immediately turned her away from going the way of the stairs. He was there. Her heart raced as she bolted down the adjacent hallway, blood rushing against her eardrums, sweater lying forgotten on the floor. 

She grabbed the frame of Aaron's door and pulled herself into his room with such force that she almost fell flat onto her face. Her eyes darted around the room before settling on the window. 

Was there a sill underneath? She prayed to God that there was as she darted towards the glass. 

She made it within a foot only to be stopped when the scruff of her shirt was grabbed, and she was violently jerked backwards. 

Lior whimpered when her body collided against the ice-cold frame of another, eyes clenching shut as she heard a guttural chuckle sound right against her ear. 

"I thought you might have learned by now, whore - you can't run from me." 

Lior tried to break free, she struggled to move forward, but she was quickly pinned once his arms wrapped around her body and immobilized her. 

Familiar terror rose to the surface like blood from a gushing wound, façade completely broken as fear penetrated every waking part of her. She tensed, "Please let me go - please..." her voice was choked, a petrified whisper. 

The laugh he emitted was enough to make her blood run cold. 

"Let you go? The only way I'm going to let you go is when you're hanging dead in my arms, Lior. And even then, when your body is gone, I'll still own your soul" he taunted in a low, crisp voice that was laden with feigned tenderness. His hand slipped around her front, under her shirt, and his clawed fingers played across the smooth planes of her stomach, "You never get to leave - you fucking belong to me." 

She tensed to the point of pain as his fingers danced across her skin. She could see his arms wrapped around her - she could see the outline of his hand under the material of her shirt. She shook her head wildly. 

"Don't pretend you don't want it, whore. If you didn't, you would have gone with your family when they offered you the chance. And you would have run towards an exit instead of boxing yourself in here" he taunted slowly. A clawed finger popped the first button off her blouse, smirk heavy on his lips as she jolted against him. 

She clenched her eyes shut. She wouldn't tell him the only reason she had gone this way was because she had seen him blocking the stairs, or that she would have gone with her parents if it had meant avoiding this whole situation. But she didn't. 

Instead, she pursed her lips tightly as button after button was snipped off and dropped to the floor with a tiny 'clink'. 

"If you wanted to fuck that badly I'm more than willing to lend my services. After all, what kind of host would I be if I didn't tend to the needs of my whore?" he crooned, pulling down the collar of her shirt and nuzzling into the crook of her neck. He nicked along the wounds he had left only days prior, canines grazing the skin teasingly, threatening to break open the healing flesh. 

Lior winced, pulling away from him sharply only to be brought back just as easily. Her eyes darted over the postered walls, looking for anything that she could use as a means of escape. But what did you use to escape from the grasp of a monster? 

Tears spilled from her eyes, both fearful and angry. 

Fearful that the past would repeat itself. Fearful of the enduring the agony that had already been forced on her before. Fearful that he would own her, body and soul, just like he had said. 

Angry because she couldn't escape and that she had let a fight with her parents get so out of hand that she put herself at risk for something far worse. She was angry at herself - and she was angry at Daemon. But at this moment her anger was immediately eclipsed by a fear so strong that it threatened to make her pass out. She wished she would. At least then she wouldn't be conscience for whatever twisted plans Daemon had. 

She latched onto her lip as the last of the buttons fell to the floor, black material parted now that there was nothing left to hold it closed. The shivers that rattled her frame were impossible to stop as she felt his body hard and aroused against her own. They became violent tremors when the sharp edges of his nails played along the hemline of her jeans. 

She whimpered, jerking against him when his hand slid beneath the denim and slipped down across the front of her panties shamelessly. Her hands instantly went for his, trying to pry them away, but her attempts were quickly stifled when a sudden shove made her stumble towards the wall. 

Her forehead hit the surface roughly, spots dancing in front of her eyes. But despite the dizziness she kept struggling, fighting to free herself from the demon that now had her pressed firmly against the wall. The sound of a low, eerie growl sounding against her ear made temporarily halt her movement. 

"I wouldn't fucking push it, Lior - you might ruin my good mood" he warned, voice deep and calm. He wedged his knee in-between her legs, forcing them apart, while at the same time appraising the skin of her abdomen with his hands. 

The warmth against his fingers was addicting - a complete drug - but it was nothing compared to the feeling of being inside of that tight body.

He rubbed the front of her panties teasingly, "Either way you're fucked - but not fighting me might result in a few less... injuries." He mockingly kissed the shell of her ear, "And I wouldn't want to get blood all over your saintly brother's room - not until later, anyways." 

The fear grew to overwhelming heights. 

It always did when it involved her family. But as the fear grew, so did the compulsive need to protect them. Especially Aaron. God, she needed him so much. She couldn't live without him in her life. He was everything to her. 

She choked back the hot sob that threatened to leave her lips, clenching her eyes shut, "D-don't touch him..." Her fingers clenched against the wall, "You have me..." 

The hair all over her body stood on end as he chuckled against her throat. And suddenly she was forced back from the wall, turned so that she faced him. She never opened her eyes, afraid that she would give everything away with a single look. 

He leaned in close, arms trapping her, "What was that, Lior? I didn't quite catch that?" 

Her stomach knotted. She felt like she was about to be sick as it twisted. But as much as her stomach protested, and her thoughts screamed, the words bubbled forward out of necessity. She swallowed the ball of elastics that had congealed in her throat, voice hollow, "Y-you don't need him - you have me." Her eyes opened, but she did not raise them to eye level - she only peered at the tan skin that stretched over his chest, "I - I won't run anymore." 

Even though she tried to look through him she was painfully aware of his presence. She could feel his scolding crimson eyes searing holes into her soul, branding his name into it. 

Daemon pressed his body into hers, hands running up her hips, her chest, until his fingers brushed against her cheek. He could feel her hatred towards him bubbling from within: the pure, unadulterated loathing and surrender that rolled off her like a plume of smoke as she spoke the words. 

A smirk broke his lips as he leaned in and whispered against her ear, "What makes you think that you're going to be enough?" 

Her heart froze cold in her chest. If someone would have hit her at this exact moment it probably would have shattered her into a million pieces. 

Her fingers clenched. She had to be enough. The demon needed to be satisfied with her because she wasn't going to give up her family - she wasn't going to let him take them away. 

Lior loosened her clenched form, forward moving slowly. She placed her palm on his hip, moving it upwards and feeling along his body as if she wasn't sure where he was. She felt his cold skin, moving her fingers along the crevasses of his chest as she leaned into him: "Because they can't touch you the way I can." 

A lustful growl cut through the air, her fingers blazing fire across a body that had gone through years upon years of deprivation. He ran his fingers through her flaxen locks, pulling her head back so her throat was fully exposed to him. His tongue ran a slick trail across the skin, "Such a manipulative little whore... looking so innocent but making such big claims..." 

She sucked in a breath when both his hands sunk beneath her jeans and landed on her inner thighs, trembling as her own hands moved to push the denim off her legs. Mind and body screamed at her to stop, but her heart knew this was the only way to protect the ones closest to it.

She stepped out of her jeans, trying to hold herself together as she felt his gaze linger on her. 

Lior almost jumped clean out of her skin when she heard the front door slam. 

"Angel?" 

The voice was faint as it came from beyond a closed door, but it was distinct. 

Her eyes widened, alarmed. 

Julian. 

The sound that came from Daemon was like that of an angry wolf who's meal had just been interrupted. His fingers tightened against her hips with bruising intensity, "Well look at that, we have an uninvited visitor, whore." He turned to her, "Looks like we might have to get a little blood on the walls after all." 

"No" Lior intercepted quickly, urgently, eyes wide. She stumbled for something, anything, to say, "L-let me go get rid of him, please. Please, I'll be fast..." 

"It'd be faster to kill him, Lior" Daemon cooed, licking his lips, crimson eyes bright with blood lust. 

"Please, please, I'll do anything. Just - just let me go get rid of him" she pleaded, her body trembling with the possibilities of what Daemon could do if she didn't get Julian out of here. The silence was crippling, and it took everything for her not to look at him head on see him to try and force the connection. 

"Ang? You here?" Julian's voice repeated louder. 

She could hear his footsteps making their way across to the living room. She could hear the click of his dress shoes on the hard wood floors and tried to mentally will them to go the other direction. Internally, she screamed at him to get out of the house, but she knew that he wouldn't. 




Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 03



Julian wasn't that kind of boy. And he especially wouldn't leave if her parents had told him that she would be home. 

Daemon snarled, "You have five minutes, whore. If he's not gone by then I'll kill him." 

As Daemon's body parted from hers, she was quick not to waste any time. She pulled her jeans back up her legs quickly. Lior was almost out the door before the open flaps of her shirt reminded her that she wasn't looking like someone who had just been recently grounded. She grabbed her brother's sweater off the hook on his door, pulling it over her head as she simultaneously ran out of the room. 

She needed to calm herself, to take a breath, but she didn't have time. 

Five minutes wasn't enough, but she knew Daemon wasn't going to be making any exceptions for someone who had just interrupted his plans. 

Her palms hit the banister, azure eyes looking down the stairs and into the foyer. They were met by a charming pair of stormy grey looking up at her just as expectantly. 

Julian was standing there, hands in the pockets of his formal dress pants and freshly pressed shirt on show. His auburn hair had been combed and gelled back - a style that was different than the disheveled one she was used to seeing. 

If the situation had been any less stressful she would have commented on how handsome he looked. 

Instead, she was looking for the fastest way to get him out of here without making him suspicious.

Her heart was still pounding loudly in her chest as her lips parted, "Julian..." 

His smile was warm and charming, hand slipping behind his neck, "Hey you. Hope you don't mind me dropping by. Your parents kinda mentioned that you were on lockdown." He rubbed the back of his head, "They said it would be okay if I dropped by for a bit though- see how you were." 

Angel bit into her cheek. God, he was so sweet. It almost brought tears to her eyes but she quickly stifled them. She made her way down the stairs as casually, but also as briskly, as she could manage. She wrapped her arms around herself, Aaron's sweater swallowing her completely, "I'm okay. I guess I just didn't feel like playing nice with my parents today." 

She felt a chill run down her spine and she instantly knew Daemon was close by. Her entire body tensed. 

"At least you got out of playing dress up for the night" Julian replied, motioning to his own clothes and laughing softly. 

Her laugh was also soft, but it was very much hollow. It seemed to appease Julian, though. She looked at him, "You clean up pretty good, Julian." She looked at the clock, watching the second hand tick away loudly. She shook her head, pushing her bangs back, "Hey, you wanna step outside with me? I need some air." The coldness travelled down her back, freezing her, before she saw something that caused her entire body to contract. 

Daemon was standing behind Julian. 

Right behind him. 

She took an instant step forward. 

The look on her face must have reflected what she was feeling because Julian immediately took a step towards her, "You okay?" 

"Too long, whore" Daemon snarled, cracking his clawed fingers and moving towards Julian with murderous eyes. 

There was no time for thinking. She quickly stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Julian's waist, and hugged him tightly. The hug altered their position, Angel now occupying the space in between Daemon and Julian - a temporary barrier. Her eyes clenched shut. She waited for the feel of Daemon's claws sinking into her back, the sudden onslaught of pain as he speared through her - 

But it never came. 

She blinked against Julian's shoulder. 

"Angel...?" 

She became extremely aware of the complications of the action she had just committed and how confused Julian must have been. She was also keenly aware that his arms were wrapped around her middle. Her mouth went dry, "I, um..." 

She couldn't think of a single to say because she was still trying to figure out where Daemon had gone. Her heart was racing. Was he still behind her? Did she need to switch positions again? 

One thing was clear, though: she needed to get Julian out of the house. Now. 

She parted from him, heat staining her cheeks. Her hand went to her face, "Um, let's go outside. I need some air." Her eyes met his, crisp pools of stormy grey that looked at her curiously, and she could barely stand to keep the contact going. But she did, and she even managed a smile to reassure him. 

Julian nodded, though was still obviously taken back by her strange behavior just moments ago, "Okay." He turned, standing beside her as they walked towards the front doors. 

Every step seemed like it took forever. 

She tried not to let her eyes dart around conspicuously but it was hard. She was on high alert - she felt like anything, no matter how small or harmless, could have made her jump at this point. 

Daemon was going to kill her. He was going to do it slowly because of what she had just done. And there was still the possibility he would hurt Julian unless she got him out of here fast. 

The cool night air struck her hard, almost taking the breath out of her lungs. She inhaled deeply, the black calm of outside deflating the pressure that had built up inside her chest. The door clicked closed, and Julian stood beside her, waiting patiently. 

She wrapped her arms around herself, not used to the cool fall here. 

Julian quirked a brow at her, "You're acting really strange tonight." 

Lior shifted uncomfortably, "I'm sorry." 

"Don't be sorry. Just tell me what's going on - you seem really... tense". He followed as she sat on the step of the front porch, watching as she knotted her hands together. 

She laughed, although it sounded shallow even to her, "Nothing that you need to worry about, Jewels. I just had a fallout with my parents... I said some things I probably shouldn't have. Regret isn't the greatest feeling in the world, you know?" What a good liar she was becoming these days. 

Julian nodded, tilting his head, "Yeah, I can relate to that. What were you fighting about?" 

Lior sighed, trying to still the voice inside her head that was still on high alert. It was the same voice that reminded her of how much pain she was going to be in once she returned to the house. She brought her hand up, running it through her hair and pushing it back out of her eyes, "Moving here - moving away from Arizona. Them moving Aaron and I away from everything that we had back there." She shook her head, looking to her feet, "I guess I'm just feeling a little homesick is all." 

He nodded slowly, crossing his arms over his knees, "It's understandable. I mean, you were uprooted from home during your last year of school. All your friends are back there - and it can't be as cold back there as it is here". He cracked a smile at her, "Anyone would feel how you're feeling right now, Ang. You have a right to be upset. Your parents - well, you know that they just think they're doing what's best for you guys. They see this as a good decision long term even if it's not the best short term." 

She wavered, "I know... I know, and I tell myself that, but sometimes-" a soft sigh left her lips, "-sometimes I just can't do it. And that's what tonight was." 

Julian took her shoulder, "It's allowed. You're allowed to voice your feelings and you're allowed to be angry sometimes. It's human." 

"Being human is overrated" she replied, muffling her face into her hands. 

Julian chuckled, "I agree, but what can you do? We're kinda stuck like this." 

She peered to the side, "Until the day we die." 

"A little morbid." 

"Sorry" she apologized, more out of habit than anything. 

It was right then, after he turned his head, that she realized how good Julian really looked tonight. 

She smiled softly, "You know, you clean up pretty good when you want to".

He smiled in return, eyes playful as he looked back to her, "Thanks - good to know that all that prep work payed off. I thought you were coming so I tried to look a bit more presentable than usual". 

Angel laughed, heat rising to her cheeks, "I feel a little underdressed now". 

He looked to her, smiling, "You look beautiful. You always do". 

She rubbed her arm unconsciously, not sure what to say right then. She certainly didn't feel beautiful. She actually felt pretty goddamn horrible. She hurt everywhere, and there were so many marks and bruises... and she always felt dirty. She felt like she would never be clean ever again. But she couldn't say that. So instead she simply shuffled her feet. Her gaze glossed over, "...Thanks". 

"Anytime". He paused for a moment, "Angel... I kind of wanted to ask you something". 

She looked to him, snapped out of her thoughts rather suddenly by the onset of his nervousness, "Well that sounds ominous". 

Julian shook his head, "No, nothing like that". He leaned back, looking off to the side before bringing his glance back up to hers, "I just wanted to ask you... if maybe you wanted to go out sometime?" He rubbed the back of his neck tentatively, eyes skittering up to hers hopefully, "you know, with me?"

Angel was momentarily confused. They had been out loads of times, so why...? 

She blinked. She blinked again as realization hit, "...like... on a date?" 

Julian looked like he was struggling with what to say for a moment, before he continued slowly, "Yeah... like on a date". 

Oh god. Oh god. Lior didn't know what to do. She couldn't... she just couldn't. She really liked Julian, so, so much... but she couldn't get him involved in her life right now. Not with Daemon making it impossible for people to get within arms distance of her. Not when he would be in danger every time he stepped into her house. 

Julian sensed the hesitation and was quick to fill the silence, "I really like you, Angel... I kinda got the sense that you liked me too. Even if it's just one date that goes horribly wrong, and is insanely awkward, I'd still want to do it. If it doesn't work, well, it doesn't. We can always go back to being friends". 

"Julian..." she whispered, "I..." 

He suddenly got up, ruffling his hair, "Hey, don't worry about it, okay? It was just an idea... forget I-"

Lior was up in a moment, her arms wrapping around his middle tightly. 

He seemed stunned for a moment, but his arms quickly caught up and encompassed her as he returned the hug. 

"Yes" she whispered softly into his shoulder. 

"Yes?" Julian repeated. 

She could feel his heart against his chest, beating perfectly against her cheek. This was how it was supposed to feel... warm, and affectionate, and sweet... not like with Daemon. The thought of him made her shudder. It made her resentful that she would have to go back... and it made her fearful. Because she knew that she had just committed a cardinal sin against Daemon... and if he found out... 

...he could never find out. 

The uncomfortable feeling faded when she looked up and saw Julian's smiling face - how genuinely excited he was. Her heart fluttered in that nervous-happy kind of way. She could hardly believe that he was this happy because of something she had said... because of something she had done. It was such a good feeling. God, how long had it been since she had actually felt good about something she had done? 

"Julian" she whispered quietly. 

"Mhm" he replied softly.

"Promise me something. It's going to sound strange, but I need you to do it... and not ask me why, okay?"

His arms tightened around her, "What is it?" 

She took a deep breath, "Whenever we meet up... it can't be at the house, okay?" She let her forehead loll against his chest. 

Julian tilted his head, "Not at your house?" 

Lior nodded. 

"But wh-"

"You promised you wouldn't ask". 

Julian held her tightly, "I know, I'm sorry. It's just a strange request, Angel... is everything okay?"

She froze, "I..." What did she say? What did she do? He'd think she was crazy if she told him the truth. And then he might try to go inside, and Daemon would kill him. She knew better than to think that she'd get lucky twice. "I just... I really don't like it here. I know it's stupid... but I would just rather not, y'know, be here if I have the choice". 

Julian searched her eyes, "Did you want me to stay? Then you don't have to be alone?" 

God, she really did. She wanted him to stay, to keep holding her so that she could feel the warmth of his body that was so honest and alive. But she couldn't. It would be so much worse for her... for her family. Nausea built up in the pit of her stomach, "I do... but my parents will be pissed if they think I took you away from the party. I'm not supposed to have friends over while I'm in lock down" she murmured softly. 

He sighed, "Yeah, they did actually mention that." His arms tightened around her, giving her a tender squeeze, before they slid away. His hand touched hers, lingering there for a moment, "I'll call you later - we'll plan something". 

There was a happiness in his face that she wanted to reflect back at him. And she tried. Since he smiled back, she assumed she did an alright job. "Sounds good. G'night, Julian". She took a step back, towards the door, feeling the icy chill emanate from behind the thick wood. 

Julian turned and walked away with a content smile on his face. 

Her face, once his was out of sight, fell. 

With shaky hands she turned, looking at the door that had pure evil behind it. He was there, the demon that haunted her dreams, waiting to punish her for what she had done. She flinched and took a stilted breath. Her heart was pounding as she got ready to plead for her life... for the life of her family. All she wanted to do was run as far away from this place as she could, but she couldn't. He would kill them. He would kill them because of what she had done.

Lior walked back into her house, pausing as she made the first step. 

The door slipped shut behind her. She screwed her eyes closed, knowing that he was here. He was everywhere. Her voice came out, a desperate pleading sound, "I'm sorry..." 

A chill struck, every hair on the back of her spine rising on end. 

"I-I'm sorry, Daemon, please..." 

"Open your eyes". 

Angel flinched, but she did what she was told. 

Her back instantly hit the door. He was inches away, staring into her with those deep crimson eyes that caused hers to become frantic. She stared into them, unconsciously searching.

If there was any doubt about her seeing him before, there was none now. He knew. 

Daemon stepped forward, reached out, and placed a hand across her throat. He felt her thundering pulse, wild and furious against his touch. He saw terror reflected in those eyes that saw him. Actually saw him. His fingers tightened, just enough for there to be pressure against the tender and bruised flesh, "You lied to me, whore... you can see me". He let his digits slip into her hair, pulling it back sharply to expose her slender throat, "Do you know what I do... to little whores that lie to me, Lior?" 

She pressed herself into the wall, whimpering, "I-it just happened... please..." 

His lips touched the shell of her ear, breath an icy whisper, "They get punished". When his clenched hand tightened, Lior's fingers moved upwards, grasping them, struggling to take breath, "And they lose... what they hold most precious to them". 

"I'm sorry, p-please don't hurt them, please" she begged, tears creeping down her cheeks, "Punish me, not them. I'm... I'm the one that lied..." she tried to redirect his anger; anything to turn his wrath away from her family that would be coming home in a few short hours, "I-I'm your whore. A-and I lied to you. Punish me". 

Crimson eyes flickered up, "Precious, aren't you? The girl that will do anything to protect her family". His grip loosened, stroking the line from neck to collar bone, "You fucked up, whore... and now it's time to pay for it". He let go of her hair. 

Her head fell and she was left to face him. 

It was the first time she had really looked at him... the first time she had gotten to see him, to see exactly what she was up against. A demon. Black hair, tanned flesh, crimson eyes that were reminiscent of freshly spilled blood. He was bigger than her. Stronger than her. And he was going to kill her. 

His physical presence made her painfully aware that she would see it all now. She would see everything that he wanted her too... her family would never be safe. And the torture - her torture - would never end.

"It's rude to stare, Lior" he cooed, lifting her chin so their eyes met, feeling her tremble under even the softest touch from his hand. This thumb brushed her cheek, an almost tender movement. 

He would play with her... pull her strings, debase her to her core... and then do it all again. 

"Do you like the way I look? The way I feel?" he pressed himself against her fully, feeling the soft contours of her body flush against his, "Just like a little whore..." 

She didn't know what to do when his lips touched hers. 

It wasn't the violent motion she was used to. It was soft... almost intimate. And that scared her more than anything. She knew he was angry. She could see it in his eyes, mixed with that overwhelming lust that made her want to curl up under the covers and hide. 

Daemon parted, brushing his lips with hers as he did, "You're going to go upstairs to your room" he let his hand slide across her arm, across the material of her sweater, down to her hip, "you're going to undress" he let his hand slip under, touching skin that was still healing, "and you're going to wait for me, on your knees, until I get there". Fingers traced over wounds, and then he leaned in, "if it's not all done in two minutes, you're going to watch me peel the skin off of the next person who walks through that door". 

Lior flinched, terrified. 

He took a step back, watching her with half lidded eyes, "Your time started fifteen seconds ago". 

Blue eyes widened, stricken, but her body knew it had to move. There was no time to hesitate. There was no time to think of later because there was only now. She shot gunned the stairs two at a time, blood rushing in her ears, praying for time to slow down so that she could make it. The door to her room had barely opened when she threw her sweater to the ground and shoved her jeans down her legs in such a frenzy that her fingers clipped wounds and re-opened them. 

A whimper escaped her lips, but it didn't stop her from moving. Bra and panties hit the floor, followed by her knees. 

Her breathing was hard. She took it in uneven and shallow gulps, hair splayed across her face. Did she make it? Did she...? 

"So eager to please". 

Angel jumped, looking to the side... where he had been there, waiting, the entire time.

Leaning against the wall, he was watching her frantic attempt to obey his wishes. 

Her eyes turned down to the floor, clenching shut. It didn't help any. She could still see him... could see the sharp planes of his chest, the red hues of his damning eyes.

"Just where she belongs. On her knees" he murmured, walking to her, letting his fingers caress silver tresses. She shook under his touch like a rabbit with its foot caught in the trap. The fear was so present, it was intoxicating, "Open your eyes - don't make me tell you that again". 

Blue eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him standing tall above her while she kneeled before him. 

"You want to prove to me how sorry you are?" he whispered cruelly, "You want to save your family? Then show me why I should give them any mercy..." he tilted her chin up, "show me that you can be a good little whore without me killing them". He dropped her chin.

Lior froze. Show him. He couldn't... he couldn't mean... 

He leaned down, close to her ear, as the expression flittered across her face, "You're already on your knees, kid. Now all you have to do is part those pretty little lips and suck". He watched as the mix of horror and insecurity crossed her face... watched as she started to shake even more. A smirk spread across his lips, "You're going to wrap those pretty little lips around my cock... and suck me off like a good little slut." 




Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 03



Angel looked up at him, desperate. But she knew in her heart of hearts there wasn't another choice. Even if he changed his mind and decided not to make her do this... he would just do something worse. He would never just leave, and he would never take mercy on her. He would never let her go. Not without making her pay more than it was worth. 

"This'll be a good learning experience for you, Lior" he stood back up straight, letting his fingers trail through thick blond strands, "You have so many men after this pretty little mouth... it'd be a shame if you didn't learn how to use it properly". 

She flinched at the insinuation, fingers tightening against her thighs. 

Daemon let his eyes fall on her naked frame, small and trembling, "I'm waiting. Or did you want the alternative?" 

He'd skin them. That's what he said. The threat resonated in her head, the accompanying image playing at the forefront of her mind. 

She willed her hands to move, shaking fingers moving upwards to the button of his pants. His erection was already pressing against the material, which only became more and more apparent as she pulled the material down... over his arousal till it lay in a pool on the floor. 

Daemon's lips parted, smirk on his lips as he watched eyes take in his cock for the first time. She looked petrified. It was clear to him that she had no idea what to do... and that she was terrified of what failing meant. She was pliable, and desperate to please. And it made him throb in with animalistic lust that made him want to have her. Take her. All of her. 

Angel's heart was beating out of her chest. She was going to suffocate because there wasn't enough blood circulating in her body. Slowly though, her body did what her mind couldn't bare to think about... she leaned up, on her knees, and took the tip of him into her mouth. 

His hand rested on the top of her head, smirking lips parting as he watched hers do the same, "That's it, whore..." 

She just wanted to get it over with. Tears streaked her cheeks as she continued to take more and more of him in, shy and tentative as she felt his gaze on her. She was embarrassed. She felt degraded, and humiliated, and cheap, perched on her knees doing this to someone she hated. 

"What a nice warm hole" he pressed, fingers lacing into silvery strands. He pulled sharply, causing her to wince, "Watch the teeth - if I feel them, they're coming out" he warned, just as he started a shallow thrust of his hips. He grunted when her tongue flattened against the underside of his cock, an action that made him smirk a moment later. 

It seemed the little 'angel' was eager to have him finish. The color in her cheeks told him everything he needed to know about how unsavory she found this act. But there would be no reprieve. Not from him. "Those lips look good wrapped around my cock, Lior-" his fingers tightened, tugging her hair, causing her to whimper around him as he rocked his hips against her mouth, "-oh, was that too much? Well, you know what they say. Practice. Makes. Perfect." He punctuated each word with a thrust that made her retract in order to stop being choked. 

But she kept going. 

She was ashamed, repulsed, and she could feel bile building in her throat as she did what she was supposed to do. Eyes were blurred with tears and knees were sore from being pressed into the ground for so long, but it was nothing compared to how humiliated and scared she felt. 

Daemon growled lustfully. The warmth of her mouth was incredible. It soaked into him, a molten wet cavern meant only for his pleasure. He looked down at her, watching the progression of her tongue and her lips as they coaxed his erection to an even more painful extent. And when azure eyes looked up at him, glassy and terrified, he stroked her bangs off her forehead. 

It was so much better when she could see him... when she could see his body, and every act he committed against hers with it. 

Angel grimaced, feeling him swell more and more as she tried to do the best she could of something she had never done before. 

All she could think of was not how she might not be good enough, and of her family getting hurt because she couldn't be the whore that this monster wanted. It made her redouble her efforts. 

He moaned softly, a throaty sound, and pressed her further down onto his erection just to feel the gag reaction when he went that bit too far - the squeeze of her throat around the tip of his cock that happened without her consent. "Fuck...faster, whore. All the way in..."

She clenched her eyes shut, trying to do what he had asked. 

"Open your eyes" he hissed, sharp talon-like claws digging into her scalp which drew a pained whimper that travelled through him pleasantly. 

He felt his cock twitch when she looked up at him, those big blue eyes filled with humiliation and resentment, those lips stretched around him, "There we go..." He stood tall, letting her work him, and placed his hand loosely on her head. He let her do the task that burned shame even further into her core.

Angel prayed. It seemed a pointless thing to do, but it was the only thing that was within her power. She just wanted this to end - she wanted him to be finished with her, for him to stop seeking this sick enjoyment that he got from seeing her suffer. With the threat of her family's safety hanging over her head though, she knew it wasn't going to. He would never let her leave... 

"Fuck" he hissed, hand clamping down on the back of her head, forcing her movements to become deeper and faster as his pleasure threatened to boil over. He thrust his hips suddenly, violently, which caused the little one to gag and her eyes to water. It didn't deter him any, his thrusting becoming a quick and sharp jolt that offered her no reprieve, "Suck it dry, whore".

With that as her only warning, he erupted into her mouth, forcing her mouth deep onto his base which gave her little option to do anything else but swallow the thick ropes of cum that came. 

Angel sputtered, choking, pushing back harshly on his thighs with her hands in an attempt to escape from suffocation. And from disgust. The only freedom she got came when his hand loosened its vice grip, to which she sharply pulled back, coughing, tears streaking her cheeks. She struggled to regain her breath, body wracked with silent sobs as she scooted against the wall, burying her face into her knees. 

The silence that hung in the air was only broken up by the choppiness of her breath... by the sound of her heart. A heart that almost stopped when fingers trailed down the exposed side of her abdomen from top to bottom. 

"Did I say we were finished, whore?"



Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 04



She whimpered, her entire body trembling, not daring to look up at her tormentor, "P-please, please..." His voice was close, and hers was small and desperate. He was right in front of her, she knew, keenly aware of his presence, "I'm s-sorry, p-please..." god, she couldn't stand it. 

She couldn't...

Just let him be done... let it be over... 

"This is a punishment, Lior-" his hand continued the languid strokes down the length of her side as his free hand came up to capture her chin. He forced her face upwards, taking delight in those terrified eyes that begged for absolution, "-sucking me off isn't really a punishment, now is it? Although I did sincerely enjoy your exuberance. So eager to please..." 

Angel flinched. Whether it was upon having to meet his eyes, or hear his remarks, she didn't know. She watched as his tongue peaked out, tracing his canines, something about the motion causing her to press her back flat against the wall, "P-please, Daemon..." she pleaded, broken, his name sounding horrible and dirty as is passed her lips, "Please, I-I'll n-never be bad again. Just please..." 

What kind of monster was he that he took so much pleasure in her misery? His lust never seemed to be sated... nor did his desire to break her into bleeding peices. What was he going to do to her? 

Daemon's hands dropped, and for a moment, just a moment, Angel thought that maybe her pleading had bought her a moment of reprieve. The thought left when his hands pried apart her arms before staking claims on her inner thighs, forcing her legs down and away from herself. 

Her breathing intensified and so did her heartbeat as she started to squirm desperately. 

"You just told me you were going to behave" his voice snapped, claws pinching against her thighs as his thumbs brushed the soft inner skin, "now stop that fucking squirming." 

She froze at the tone of his voice, icy tendrils making their way down her spine. And although it stopped the movement of her body, it didn't stop the tears. It didn't stop the terror or the panic that came from having him spread her legs apart - and it definitely didn't stop the hatred and insecurity that came from his eyes shamelessly roaming across her exposed body.

"You're shaking, whore..." his fingers crept further up her thigh, inches below the apex between her legs, "What are you so afraid of, hm? What's worse to you than having sucked the cum out of my cock?"

Long hair fell in front of azure eyes, barely resisting the urge to snap her legs closed. It wouldn't do anything. Since he was between her legs it wouldn't do anything other than irritate him. "Please don't..." she whispered, her voice a weak and barely audible sound filled with nothing but fear that rattled her to her core. 

"Don't what?" he tapped his fingers against her clenched inner thigh, watching her eyes as he leaned forward, breathing her in, "Please don't what? Come on, don't be shy..." 

She was so sore. So broken. So afraid. And as she looked at him, she knew he was enjoying it all. She could see the amusement and the exhilaration that her vulnerability caused him. And she couldn't do anything but fuel it because she couldn't stop being afraid. All she could do was beg. And submit. And pray to someone that had never once listened or answered her. 

Her arms crossed over her chest unconsciously, the only bit of modesty that she could muster with him only inches away. Her stomach clenched, rolling into continuously bigger knots, "Please don't f-" she stumbled over the word, eyes diverting to the ground where she could see his hand settled restlessly on her thigh. She started again, forcing the words out, "please d-don't fuck me." 

Angel barely recognized the small infinitesimal sound of her own voice. 

The raspy sound of his chuckling caused the hairs on her arms to stand on end. 

It was cruel... amused. 

"Aw, baby, did I hurt you last time? Is that why you don't want it?" his hand found her dry center, cupping her, and he smirked when she tore herself away from it as best as she could with the wall trapping her. He used the momentum of her squirming body to wrap his arm around her middle, lifting her into his lap, forcing her legs outward around his waist despite her squirming. His teeth bared against her throat as she tried to maneuver away, "I think your good behavior is another lie, whore... is that right?" 

Lior shook her head, shaking even more than before now that he was on his lap. She could feel the re-emerging hardness of his shaft pressing against her thigh. 

The tightness in her stomach would have been enough to make her throw up if there had been anything in it, "I-I'll be good. I-I promise". 

"Good" he pressed his lips to the side of her mouth, moving to her ear, "You're not a virgin anymore, Lior... I think it's time you stop acting like one". He slid his hand up to hers, taking it within his own. He brought it to his lips, letting the pads of her slender digits graze over his sharp canines, "Whores enjoy their work - they get off on it..." 

She stiffened. He was toying with her. He was going to draw it out... make her squirm, and beg, and suffer. Tears collected at her eyes again as she let go of a shaky breath. 

Daemon wrapped his arm securely around her waist, eyes trailing the course of her body, "... and there are few things better... then the feeling of a tight little pussy spasming around a big cock as it cums". 

Angel's head shot up, eyes darting to Daemon's. Her heart stopped dead cold. 

No. No, no, no. 

His smirk confirmed it all. 

"No!" she shoved herself back, falling off of him, the back of her head crashing against the floorboards as she fought to desperately free herself from his limbs, "N-no, please-" she winced when his body covered her own, pinning her to the ground. Her wrists were slammed against the floor, previously bruised and broken skin screaming in protest. She shook her head, terrified, looking up at him. What was most terrifying was that his face held little anger... it was more amused than anything. "Please don't do it, god, please..." 

He leaned down, his lips a breath away from hers as he looked into those wide blue eyes. 

He could see it in her. She still held onto that silly notion that she wasn't a whore... that he was just using her body, and that she had no choice. Even though she told him that she was his whore... he knew she didn't believe it. 

Her will still stood. And he wouldn't let her escape with that. 

There would be no dignity for her to cling to - not when he forced her body to act. Not when she was cumming all over his cock. It would be the loss of her only safety... the betrayal of her body. She would know that it didn't belong to her anymore - that he controlled it. 

That would be her punishment. 

Angel's chest rose and fell much faster than his. His weight might as well have been an anvil sitting in her sternum... which was why she was surprised when he moved off of her. Azure eyes turned up, fearful, as she lay a jittery mess on the floor. 

"On the bed". 

Her bed. The place where she slept every night. The place she had to return to because he would hurt Aaron if she didn't. 

"Did I stutter?" his hands were suddenly around her wrists, hoisting her up off the ground. 

She snapped forward like a rag-doll, weightless compared to him, crashing into his chest. Her hands found the hard cold planes, but they didn't push - they set. They begged. They pleaded with touch so soft and supple, flaxen hair splayed in front of her eyes as they filled with tears. 

A tremor went down her spine as his arm slipped around her waist, a possessive and almost tender movement, gaze finding its way upward as he tilted her chin up. 

Her eyes begged for him not to do it. And that just confirmed to him that she thought he could... which was the absolute truth. She would fight it, and she would struggle, and beg, and plead... but her body would betray her. She would buck against his hand, arc against his lips, cum around his cock, no matter how much her mind tried to convince her otherwise. 

Daemon tucked strands behind her ear and his lips followed the trail that his fingers made, feeling the tenseness of her shoulders, the rapid pulse under her skin that signaled just how very alive she was. He moved in closer, "This will be so much better for you if you just give in..." he whispered softly into her ear. His hand moved down to her shoulder, tracing down the line of her arm from elbow to wrist, "I'll make you a deal, Angel". 

She froze. It was the first time that he had ever said her name. Her real name. 

He smirked, knowing he had her attention now. 

Daemon brought her closer, no more degrees of separation between their bodies - his hard and solid, hers soft and plaint. "Let me touch you without reserve - do as I ask without resisting. And in return-" his hand moved to her wrist, tattered with cuts and bruises, "-I won't hurt you, or your family tonight. At all. Not a bite... not a bruise". 

Angel flinched as her mind raced. 

She knew what he wanted. She might be terrified but she wasn't stupid. 

He wanted for her to submit. He wanted for there to be a break so that she couldn't call it what it was anymore. He wanted to see her bend of her own volition. She couldn't. Wouldn't. 

His arousal pressed against the apex of her thigh, "It'd be nice not to hurt for a night, wouldn't it?" his voice wasn't harsh, but buttery, reminding her of her limited options, "and if you let go... I can make you forget all this pain. I'll give you pleasure..." 

Her forehead came to rest on his shoulder, not because she was reassured but because she couldn't bare to keep looking at him, "Daemon... Daemon, please..." Feeling him was too much already, and every muscle was twitching in revulsion of each word that was whispered into her ear. There was no doubt in her mind that he'd be able to feel the warmth of her tears against his icy skin. 

His hand ran traversed the column of her spine, "Nobodies here but you and me, Angel... there's nobody too look down on you here for enjoying yourself". Fingers rested on her hips as he pressed a gentle kiss under her earlobe, "It's your choice. Either I can take you gently, slowly, even kindly..." his teeth nipped at the skin, causing her to tense, "or I can fuck you like an animal and tear you apart - again, and again, and again..." 

Angel whimpered at the very thought of him doing what he did last time. It had felt like someone ripping through her with a blazing hot cattle iron, and she knew it would be so much worse this time with her body still being so tender.

"D-don't do this to me again, p-please..." 

His tongue snaked out to taste sugar-sweet skin, warm like syrup, "That wasn't one of the options I gave you, now was it?" Daemon's free hand slipped into her hair, pulling her head back softly to expose all the tender flesh, some bruised, some not. Crimson eyes bore into hers, "If you don't decide, I'll decide for you". Clawed fingers bit into the skin of her hip, drawing a delicious cry from her lips, "and I think you know which one I'll pick." 

Her hands clasped over his when he started to dig into her sides, feeling the skin scream under the sharp pressure. 

"Choose" he murmured against the tender flesh that had her pulse flickering so quickly beneath it. 

She was terrified. Her voice stuck in her throat but she knew she had to say something, to choose... but this wasn't a choice. Either way he was taking her against her will. Either way she would wake up the next morning, throw up everything but her memories, and hate herself because of what she had done. Or what she couldn't do. She gave everything for her family - to keep them safe - and yet he always found more to take. 

Angel could feel herself breaking. The threads that were keeping her grounded were starting to snap... but she had to keep herself together - had to be whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted... 

"Three... two... one-" 

"-d-don't hurt me" the words came choked, quiet, barely even audible. 

Her hands fled upwards and she buried her face in them. She had thought she had been ashamed before - but she was wrong. This was shame. This was desperation, and fear, and weakness... accepting this deal was all of that. 

Daemon repositioned his hands over hers, moving them away from blue eyes that were filled with tears, filled with self-hatred. She was in shambles. And he knew that if he really wanted to turn her body against her, if he really wanted her to recognize her place as his whore, she had to be in a mood that wasn't quite as delicate. 

He placed her palms on his chest, "I want you to go get cleaned up. I want you to settle, you understand?" he pressed his lips to her cheek, "When you have, you'll come back here and lay on this bed... and we'll go from there". 

She flinched when his breath touched her ear, a shudder running through her body. 

He smirked at the reaction, "Don't be too long". 

When she felt the weight of his hands leave her body, the feel of his skin against hers disappear, Angel tore out of the bedroom. There was no hesitation, and there was no holding back the cracked sobs, the feeling of being sick, the clenching of her stomach that saw her tearing into the bathroom just so she could dry-heave the nothing that was there. 

She curled in the corner, knees up to her chin, holding herself. 

She should have gone with her parents. She should have gone with Aaron. She should have gone with Julian, or maybe she just should have gone - started running and never come back. But she was here and she couldn't escape. And now she was about to give up her body, force it to feel pleasure that she didn't want from him. 

God, she wanted Julian. She wanted to be wrapped up in his arms, sitting on the porch, watching the stars. But it would never work... Daemon would never let it happen. She would never be happy. Never again. But she would always be terrified - she would be until the day she died, until the day he decided to wring the breath from her lungs, and even then... there was an entire afterlife filled with potential. 

Angel fumbled around for the brush on the bathroom sink, bringing it down, started to mindlessly pull it through her matted hair. She tried to focus on the bristles as they moved through each strand, but it was hard when she could still feel his fingers going through it - the way they had held her head, and forced her to- 

Her fingers trembled as she dropped the brush with a clatter on the floor. She wiped her eyes, taking deep shaky breaths, one after the other. 

She had to settle. She had to make herself okay... because it wasn't over yet. 

God, what if he wasn't done after this either? What if he just kept going? It would never stop... 

Angel pulled herself up off the floor. 

She didn't know how long she spent there, staring at herself in the mirror, a reflection of someone that she didn't know anymore looking back at her. 

It could have been minutes or hours... however long it took for the shaking to calm enough to just be little tremors and for the red to fall out of her cheeks. The bruises and the cuts, however, didn't go away with the little bit of time that had passed. That was wishful thinking. 

Her hands circled her wrists and she combed her fingers through her hair. She splashed her face with water, cleaning it, letting the warmth sink into a body that still felt like it was frozen. It was the kind of cold that sat in her bones, an internal ice that pumped through her veins like little shards of glass. 

A shuddered breath. Fingers clenching against the porcelain. The eventual slowing of her heartbeat, the drying of her eyes that were still pink from having cried so much. 

She couldn't stay here forever. As much as she just wanted to bolt out the front door, she knew Daemon would get to her before she could even make it down the stairs... and she couldn't risk her family. They were too important to her to lose. They were her everything. 

Angel stepped away from the counter, looking at herself in the mirror. She had never felt so small and breakable, and she pleaded with her body not to comply with anything that Daemon would do... not to betray her like he was so certain it would. 

She wrapped her arms around her naked frame as she made her way out the door, staring forward, listless as her feet dragged across the ground. With each step her stomach clenched, rejecting what she was voluntarily walking in to. Fingers slipped around her wrist, circling the bruised flesh in anxious dread. But she had to be settled... had to be settled... 

Because if she wasn't, if she didn't play by his rules, then he would kill them all. 

Angel had to close her eyes as she sat on her bed, one arm crossed over her chest and the other between her legs. She had already had him all over her, but there was still modestly imbedded in her... something small that gave her a pseudo sense of protection that she knew wouldn't last. 

"Lay back". 

Eyes snapped open at the voice, taking him in as he stood at the foot of her bed, crimson eyes hot against her own. Her stomach bubbled, and she took a deep breath through her teeth as she slowly pulled her legs up onto the bed before lowering herself down.

"Arms down by your sides". 

There was a moment of hesitation before she let her arms slide away from the bits they were covering, leaving her bare and exposed under the lustful gaze of the demon. As he moved into her visual range, standing above her, eyes combing over her body, Angel fought the urge not to cover herself again. She felt ashamed and insecure, laying out for him like this. She just wanted him to do it and get it over with. 

Daemon ran a hand from her calf to her knee, barely touching it with his fingertips, watching as her thighs clenched together defensively, "You know that's not going to help" he murmured as he kneeled on the bed in front of her drawn up legs, fingers rerunning their course across the tender skin, "tensing only intensifies the feelings. All of the feelings". 

It didn't make her stop. She couldn't. She couldn't force her body to relax when she knew what was coming. And unconsciously, she pushed back on her heels to try and separate herself from it even though she knew she wasn't going anywhere. 

Daemon moved slowly. The way he was talking had changed. He wasn't calling her a whore anymore, hadn't reestablished the threat looming over her head. And true to his word, he hadn't hurt her... which was all she had come to expect from him. 

And that wasn't unintentional. 

His little whore wanted the fantasy. The 'love' and 'tenderness' that her mommy had undoubtedly told her to expect when the 'time was right'. The way to get the tight little body before him to respond was to be gentle, because her body didn't know the difference between manipulation and 'love'. It was human. It craved physically intimacy despite what her reluctant mind told it... and he could mold that. He would mold that. 

Daemon could see the expectation in her eyes as she looked up at him, obviously waiting for this soft touch to end, waiting for him to weigh her down with his body. But it wasn't going to be that simple. No, he wasn't going to give her the chance to call this anything other than what it would be. 

He pushed back from her, sitting on the bed with his legs spread out in front of him, "Come sit here". 

Angel looked up tentatively from her lying position, stomach fluttering anxiously as he asked her to move towards him. 

Daemon looked to her, lust that was unable to be tempered thick in his eyes, "Come here. I don't like repeating myself". He would be gentle with his reluctant little whore - as gentle as Daemon could be - but Lior was going to learn how to be properly submissive to him. And that meant obeying his orders the first time they were given. 




Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 04



The other moved slowly, hindered by fear, her limbs heavy as she maneuvered herself over to where the demon was sitting. 

It took her a moment to realize that Daemon wanted her to sit in his lap... something that made her stomach clench tightly. She never made eye contact once as her legs moved to either side of him, resting the majority of her weight on her knees. 

Daemon wouldn't have it, though. He took her hands and led them down so that they would rest on his sides. He then used his free hand to lift her face so that their eyes would meet, lips a breath away from hers, "Wrap your legs around my waist."

Angel was wildly uncomfortable as she let her weight rest in Daemon's lap, legs winding around his middle, and her hands taking a firmer grip to stop herself from falling backwards. 

They were so close... there was little more than a breath separating them now, and she could feel Daemon, his erection, nestled between them. Her eyes clenched shut and she trembled from her position above him. 

Daemon rested his hands on Angel's bare midriff, eyes drinking in the trim body, the perfect skin marred by claws and teeth, the beautiful tits. All of it was his. Her body, every dip and curve, was his. 

She shivered, taking a shaky breath. She didn't know what to do... or if she was supposed to do anything. Daemon just kept telling her to do things and she tried her best to adhere even though all she wanted to do was fight. 

Daemon leaned forward, kissing the side of his reluctant partner's mouth before nuzzling her throat, "Have you ever touched yourself?" 

Angel couldn't stop the heat that erupted in her face, the mortification that crossed her eyes, knot in her stomach tightening as she squirmed uncomfortably. Her hands moved to clench on her own thighs, refusing to look at Daemon, "W-why are you asking me that?" 

"Because I want to know" the other replied simply, kissing a path from her throat to her collarbone, lips curving into a little smirk that she couldn't see, "I want to know if you have, if you tried... if you got wet, or if you came..." Part of it was because he wanted to know what kind of pleasure this little body had experienced. But the other part just wanted to drive home how much of a wonton little whore she was, even under her own hand. 

Angel clenched her eyes shut as she nodded, cheeks red and hair falling across her face in shame. 

"Mm, what are you nodding about?" Daemon asked, "be specific. I can't read your mind". 

She wished that she could have passed out - that someone up there would take pity on her, but she knew it would never happen. "I-I've-" she stammered, voice barely a whisper as she just tried to get the words out as quickly as possible, "-touched... down there". 

Down there. Such a shy little whore when it came to her own body. Here she was, naked before him, still playing so innocent even when she had sought the pleasure she was fighting against. He nipped her ear, letting his breath kiss the prickled skin that laid just below it, "Did you cum?" 

Her hands clenched against his sides, "... I don't- I don't know..." 

Daemon smirked at the naivety, chuckling against the unmarred skin, "That's a no then. Trust me, kid..." he hummed hotly, "you'd know if you had". He brushed his hand against her side, watching as the skin prickled in response and a tremor carried through the small frame. 

Daemon couldn't resist look that crossed Lior's face, and that's when he decided to really start playing. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. 

Angel jerked back, surprised by the unexpectedness of the gesture. It took a lot not to have her fingers flee to her lips as if they had been stung instead of kissed. 

Daemon looked to her, "I'm going to kiss you, Angel". 

She didn't know what to do with that information, so she simply nodded. Kissing was intimate - it was gentle in a way that he wasn't. It was another thing to use against her, she knew. Because she would rather be kissed then have him do what he had done before... and she was terrified of that. 

Daemon leaned forward once again, "I'm not interested being with a rag doll, kid". He slid his hands across the flat plane in front of him, watching as her abdomen tightened against his touch, "I want all of you. Every response, every sound, every part... everything." 

Angel flinched as if she had been hit. It was a frightening to know that Daemon wanted more than just her body. He expected responses, and moans, and submissiveness... none of which she had any experience in giving, especially to someone who she was so afraid of. 

Daemon noticed the sharp movement of the smaller, stroking her hip soothingly as a lover would. As much as she had settled from before, she was still fighting him. It was her knee jerk reaction to prevent him from hurting her. But there was pliability in that reaction, and it would just take a little coaxing to get rid of it... and he was more than willing to do that. 

Crimson eyes caught blue, "You're afraid".

She was. Unbelievably so given the circumstances. But she wasn't going to admit that. Lior's lips parted, "I-it doesn't matter..." she replied softly, moving in and brushing her lips against Daemon's in an attempt to give him what he wanted, "...I'll be whatever you need me to be... t-that's the deal..." 

He barely withheld the smirk at the action. He leaned forward, capturing lips in another kiss that was deeper than the last, letting his hands slide to where his whore's were. 

Angel blinked at the kiss, tear forming at the corner of her eyes, taken back by one form of intensity shifting so quickly to another. She had to focus on trying to give Daemon back what he wanted. She had to refrain from fighting and from biting him like she really wanted. 

Her lips moved slowly, tentatively, and she found herself wanting to lift her hands... but she couldn't. Lifting them meant that there would be no buffer between Daemon's hands and her thighs... and considering she had so few buffers already, she wanted to keep the ones she had.

As if sensing her apprehension, Daemon slid his one hand away from hers, letting his fingertips ghost across her stomach, watching as the muscles twitched in response. He set his lips forward again, across the side of her mouth, before starting a slow trail down the course of her jaw.

Angel straightened up, breath hitching as fingers kissed along her stomach. Her fingers splayed over her own thighs, holding them, not knowing what else to do with hands that trembled any time they weren't pressed against something. 

Daemon moved his lips purposefully, tasting each inch of skin that they came into contact with. He could feel her pulse against his mouth, the quick sound that accompanied fear. As his ears picked up the small intake of breath, he took it as an invite to capture those lips once again, invading her mouth more aggressively as his hand slid up to cup her face. 

Angel moved with the kiss, trying her best to distance herself from everything that was happening... but it was difficult. Every touch felt like it was magnified, and the fact that Daemon knew to touch her softly, and purposefully... well, that just made everything worse. 

She didn't want it to hurt... she didn't want it to be that way... but she felt ashamed that she was letting this happen. That she wasn't fighting back like every instinct told her to. 

Daemon brushed a clawed thumb over Lior's cheek, crimson eyes bleeding into hers, "Where are you right now?" 

Blue eyes turned up quickly, alarmed, "I-I'm sorry". God, she was messing up already. 

"I want you here" Daemon stated, voice low, looking into her eyes, "with me. Nowhere else, Angel". 

The smaller nodded shortly, shifting her weight and looking away from the heated gaze. 

But Daemon wouldn't have it. He tilted her face upwards, making their gazes meet, "Am I clear?" He wouldn't have his little whore zoning out on him, not being fully present in the moment of her awakening. 

Angel was having a hard time holding crimson hues. They were too unnatural, too intense, and she felt like they were ripping into her with each passing second. Her fingers tightened, and she nodded again. A sudden movement of fingers trailing from her neck, down the column of her spine, suddenly made her jump, wriggling. 

"I want to hear you respond. Nodding isn't good enough". 

She flinched. 

She didn't get why a nod wasn't good enough. Maybe the other just wanted to see her react - see her submit. Something angry and resentful fluttered in her stomach, creating tension in her fingers. She bit into her cheek to stop from snapping at him, lashing out, knowing what would happen if she did: "Yes. You're clear".

Daemon saw the look of resistance that flashed across her face. This was a girl who was a natural fighter. Oh, she was soft spoken... until it came to what was important to her. She was someone who had fought their entire life. 

Now his little whore was having a hard time relinquishing any type of control... but Daemon would change that. He would show Angel how good it could be for her if she just submitted... how malleable her weak little human body was. 

His fingers moved upwards to sternum, just above where he had indented claws earlier, "Good". 

Angel's breath hitched when Daemon's lips were suddenly on the crook of her neck, trailing down to her shoulder. She couldn't stop herself from tightening unconsciously as careful fingers slid upwards, waiting for the gentleness to break. He may have made a promise to her... but she didn't think he would keep to it. He was a monster. And monsters lied. 

Feeling the other's body tighten around him, Daemon continued his actions slowly and patiently. The more she tensed, the more sensitive her body would become. She may not have known it... but that played right into his plan. 

His hand slid upwards, cupping one of those gorgeous tits, brushing a thumb over one of the exposed nipples. 

Angel squirmed, trying to restrain herself from the movement but failing. Her hands left her thighs, ready to push Daemon off... but they halted and fell back upon remembering the deal that had been made. 

She bit her lip hard when the motion was repeated, the tips of Daemon's fingers tracing and teasing the flesh. 

Daemon watched the emotions that flickered across the young woman's face, knowing that her squirming was brought on by the feeling of something unwanted... but something pleasurable, nonetheless. She couldn't hide it from him... not when he owned her like he did. 

He nipped a trail down, off her shoulder, kissing the cleavage that he found, before moving south a little further. 

If they had not known where to go before, Angel's fingers had definitely found a home now. They spasmed, instantly latching on to Daemon's hips as the demon's mouth enveloped one of her nipples. A whimper escaped her lips, thighs tightening around the man's body, fear settling into the pit of her stomach at the intimate touch. 

Daemon let the younger latch onto him, something that he didn't usually allow for. But this... oh, this was very different. 

Angel, his dearest little whore, had never been touched before. Her body was inexperienced and it was acting accordingly. Daemon couldn't folly her such a reaction, especially since it was so arousing to him... that tight little body fighting the fight that it would eventually lose. 

He wanted it all. He wanted her to be squirming underneath him, thrashing with pleasure as he wracked that rebellious human body with sensation after sensation until she begged for what she had never had before... 

Daemon teased the bud with his tongue, working it into erection with slow licks and nips, while his other hand rolled the opposing nipple between his fingers. 

Angel dug her teeth into her lip and clenched her eyes shut. She didn't want this... she didn't... but her body was acting a traitor, erecting against a soft touch that it had been starved from for so long. 

Crimson eyes detached from watching their immediate view, catching the pulling of skin and teeth, and gave the nipple he was working on a parting kiss before straightening back up, "Angel". 

The smaller jumped at the sound of her name, tensing. 

She didn't want to be asked to do anything more. She was doing everything that she could just to get through this right now, and if Daemon asked more of her... she didn't know how she was going to do it. 

Daemon ran his fingers upwards, thumb brushing against her mouth, over the lip she was so firmly latched on to, "Look at me". 

She opened her eyes, trying to hide the fear that she felt so that it wouldn't show through. Her pulse quickened, biting down harder onto her lip. 

Daemon watched the expression that crossed her face, pressing a kiss to her mouth, nipping at her lower lip until her teeth let go of it. He pulled back slowly, using the pads of his fingers instead of his claws to stroke the base of her spine, "Stop fighting it..." 

"Please d-don't make me". 

The elder tilted his head, eyes flickering when her forehead was suddenly nuzzled into his shoulder as if to hide from him. His hand stroked the small of her back, pseudo-soothing her as if he actually cared. She was pleading with him. Her fear was still so thick, so pungent, that it called for her to try and appeal to his better side. 

So naïve to think he even had one of those - that there was anything in him that was as mortal as she was. Such a frail little human plaything. 

Daemon slipped his other hand upwards, running it through silken locks, pulling her head back with a small movement of his hand, "Don't make you what?"

Angel's entire body clenched, "P-please don't make me want this. Please..." 

At the words, Daemon stopped his actions, looking at the smaller who was still holding onto him so tightly. His little whore didn't know how conflicting she was being, requesting for him not to make this hurt while, simultaneously, not wanting to enjoy it... 

The truth of it was, Angel didn't know what she wanted out of this situation. She was lost... confused... and just terrified of losing control over herself. She didn't want to enjoy this even if it was just her body reacting. Not in a place like this. Not with him. God, she hated him. She was petrified of every word that came from his mouth, and every touch that came from his hand. She didn't want this to happen here... with him. She wanted Julian. 

His hand slipped from her hair, brushing the strands away from her neck, "You think that I can?" 

Of course he could. He knew he could. The human body was such an easily manipulated form... especially that of a little girl who had so little experience. But he could spin this to break that fragile little psyche just a little more... he could make her doubt herself. 

"If you don't like what I'm doing... if you hate me, if you find me unattractive... repulsive... then you won't. There's nothing I..." he nipped at the spot just below her earlobe, "...can do about that". 

Angel winced. She knew it wasn't true... 

...it wasn't... 

...but wasn't her mind in control of her body? If it was, did that make him right? 

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to feel good, Angel. I gave you my word that I would do my best to ensure that. But even I..." he moved up, lips a breath away from hers, "...can't control what's up here" a hand raised to tuck her bangs behind her ear, a gentle soothing motion that spoke to what he knew she desired - the tender touch of her little 'friend'. 

He would be dealt with accordingly when the time was right. 

There was a moment, a moment where Angel didn't say anything, which was when he knew he was winning. His arm fell around her waist, and in a quick change of positions he lifted her from his lap and laid her back down across her bed. 

A breath left her lips as she hit the mattress softly, hair haloing around her head as fear coiled in her stomach. 

He didn't straddle her - he wouldn't exercise that kind of force when things were going so well. Everything that happened, everything that he did, would be allowed by her hand. She would make the choice to have him, to want him, to desire him... and once her weak little human body betrayed her, manipulated by tender touch and softly spoken words and reassurances, there would be no place left within her mind to escape to. 

"Mm" he hummed against her shoulder, kissing his way down the slender limb, before trailing back to her chest where twin peaks were still erect and taut. Crimson eyes took particular pleasure in watching her squirm: the way her hands fisted the sheets, the way her thighs tightened together in tell-tale sign of what was happening. 

She stared upwards towards the ceiling, trying to block it out. She didn't want this. She knew she didn't. But an unfamiliar sensation crawling under her skin, creating a rubbery ball inside of her belly, was not something that coincided with what she knew or wanted. 

Angel squirmed, rebelling against the alien feeling, knuckles turning white as Daemon started kissing lower... just above where that knot was forming. 

Lips found the flat plane of her stomach, taking time to explore the softness while also taking care not to irritate the raw indents on her hips created not even a week ago. His marks. His claim over ownership. Daemon licked his lips before snaking his tongue around her bellybutton, dipping inside, drawing her upwards towards his mouth. 

Angel audibly whimpered, starting to tremor under the touch that was getting uncomfortably close. Her legs drew up unconsciously, tight. She didn't know how to deal with this... she didn't know how to stop it, accept it, or live with it. 

"You feel it, don't you?" he murmured against her tightened abdomen, hand stroking the flesh of her thigh with barely-there fingertips, "Right here" he kissed the skin a few inches below her bellybutton, "a coiling tightness... the thing that's making you squirm right now". 

She shook her head, biting down hard on her bottom lip as he continued to linger so close to her. 

"It's no use lying to me". His little whore was getting excited. He could feel it, see it, smell it... and he saw how much she was trying to deny what was happening under his touch. "No point in lying to yourself either, Angel. Just lay back and let me do what I promised". 

His hand palmed from her knee, down her leg, to her inner thigh that was clenched so tightly... that flexed every time he licked and nipped at those tender spots across her abdomen. 

The feel of his lips made her tense and his teeth even more so, feeling those little nips from his canines that had torn into her skin many times before. The words that came from his mouth were poison, promising one thing despite her knowing it would result in the opposite. He would use it against her when he finished playing his game. 

Her hands unfurled from the sheets when his traveled even further north, and she couldn't stop what happened next. She tried to push herself back, away from his hands, managing to wriggle herself a little farther into her bed before he stopped her progress with firmer pressure against her thighs. 

Her heart was racing as she looked to him, terrified, "I-I'm sorry". 

He wasn't happy with the movement, but... there was satisfaction in knowing that it had been drawn from what she was fighting. What she was failing to fight. And what she would give him, if for no other reason than because it was what she had promised to keep her precious family out of harm's way for a single night. 

Daemon sat up, kneeling at her drawn up legs, looking down at the trembling form that was glowing with a thin sheen of sweat, "Then spread your legs for me". 





Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 04



There was no hiding the lust that laced his voice, the hungry note that overtook it, as his eyes roamed the course of her body. 

Lior shivered, "I-I..." 

"Angel" his voice took a lower note because he had already told her once how much he disliked repeating himself, "don't make me ask again". 

It was that hint of threat that reminded her that she was dealing with a demon, a man of no morals. 

Like she could ever have forgotten. 

A breath through her nose was the only preparation that she got, tears leaking from the sides of her eyes, as she slowly moved her feet apart... and then her knees. 

Ashamed. Embarrassed. Horrified. There weren't enough words to describe the sinking feeling that came with having to expose herself to him - having to watch him as he took in her form shamelessly. She prayed for someone to make her disappear... to not make her go through the nightmare of what it had been like before. 

God, the pain, like a lance right through her... she couldn't handle it. Her body wasn't ready for it again... not after the last time was still so fresh. 

Daemon's hands rested on her knees, enjoying every moment of her offering, "Good girl..." 

Angel shivered as cool digits drew careful circles around her knees, slowly down the front of her legs, before returning to where they had been. She looked away, face red, heart pounding so hard that she thought she could actually feel it splintering the cage that surrounded it. Her fingers clenched the sheets by her side.

For awhile he held his position. He did nothing except for stroke that silky expanse between her knees and her outer thighs, careful not to let his claws bite skin. It was connected to her fear... teeth that bit into flesh, nails that created scars against skin. 

She tried not to move. She tried to not jump, or to clench, or squirm, but she couldn't hold in all the feelings, the anxiety, that set her skin on fire. This didn't hurt. And she didn't know how to deal with that because it flew in the face of everything that he was. 

A weak sound escaped her lips when he nestled in a little closer between her legs, spine curving as his lips started to press slow kisses down the inside of her thigh. 

He felt her tremble against his lips, felt her thighs clench around his shoulders, as he continued leisurely down her legs until he finally arrived to the first crease. 

Oh, he smelled her fear... but it wasn't the only thing that was present on the air. 

The hand cupping her other thigh moved down, stroking, before moving between her legs to part sensitive folds. 

"N-no" she whimpered as he got to the most sensitive part of her, fear overriding sense as she started to squirm and struggle. The only reason her legs didn't snap close was because he was between them, preventing it, "I-I... please, D-daemon" tears filled her eyes, although she wasn't sure if they had ever stopped. 

The demon paused momentarily, looking up at her from his place between her legs. So scared... so breakable. 

"You want this, Angel..." he shifted her legs a little farther apart, the little bits of wetness that he could see gathered between them, "It's what your body shows. And deep inside, you know you like how I'm touching you. Or else-" his hand moved down, cupped her damp center, "-you wouldn't be so aroused right now". 

Eyes widened when his hand touched her, squirming when his index and ring finger parted her labia. She dug her heels into the bed, pushing back even though there was so little room to do so, "No-"

"-yes" he interrupted, his voice a lustful growl as his hands moved to her thighs to stop her from squirming away. Oh, the demon wanted her... it snarled inside of him, raging in lust, wanting to spread those legs and fuck her like the little bitch in heat she was. But he reigned himself back with the reminder of how timid his little lamb was... how she would use his aggression to pad her own denial about how much she was enjoying this. "Now be good and stay still. Just like you promised". 

It was the polite way of reminding her that her family would be reprimanded for her errs. 

Blurry eyed and terrified, heart still racing, she floundered. Her body and her mind weren't acting together, and the result was a frustrating mix that she couldn't stand. 

He used her pause to spread her legs again, to lean down and kiss the tender flesh of her thighs. He took special care when it came to the area that only he had touched - that he solely had fucked and ravaged - and to that swollen little bud that peaked from its sheath, all ready to betray Angel for pleasure. 

"A-aa-" hands shot downwards, grasping onto his shoulders as his mouth started to work slowly against her most intimate area. 

No, no, no, no, no, no-

Fingers bit into him, not enough to break skin but definitely enough to be felt. 

A startled gasp left her lips when his tongue became more centered... because she didn't know what the hell that feeling was. All she knew was that it was wrong - that it was bad - and that she didn't want him to be the cause of it. 

Daemon felt a little smirk tug at his lips. He had her now. 

His tongue ran circles around her clit, careful to avoid the over-sensitive bud until he knew she wouldn't be able to contain it. He would fuck her with his tongue, his fingers, and then drive home his cock when she was all but begging for it. 

"S-st-" she couldn't even get the words out. It was partly because she knew she was forfeiting her family if she told him to stop. But there was another part of her, a bigger part, that was made up of her body becoming overwhelmed by the feelings... by the coil that was tightening like a bolt inside of her stomach. And that coil leapt upwards, driving her hips the same way, when he swiped his tongue directly across her clit sending fire racing through her. 

His hands found her hips, holding them down, knowing how frustrating it would be to feel the building pressure and have no way to ease it. 

Inside her head, she begged for this feeling running through her to stop. She whimpered, squirming, bucking against hands that held her back from her attempts to get free. But it was also her body's traitorous attempt to keep the foreign feeling from dissipating. 

She bit into her bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood, but even that couldn't stop the little licks of fire that kept firing through her bound frame. 

Daemon's only priority was to keep it going. He knew it wouldn't take long for him to drive her over the edge with her inexperience. He could already feel it in the way her hips pulsed upwards under his hands, the way the sweat created a thin sheen across her trembling body, the way her fingers dug into him to pull him closer. He pulled the little bud between his lips, surrounding it, sucking before letting his tongue lash across it. 

Angel jumped, thighs clenching, which only drove up the intensity of the feeling. There was something inside of her begging to be released and she fought with herself not to let it out. Tears streaked her eyes because she didn't know if she could. And with each second that passed it became clear that he was winning over more and more of her. 

"D-Dae-" the words weren't even formulating. The thoughts wouldn't leave her lips in verbal form, overwhelmed by the physical feelings assaulting her. 

Daemon lapped at her, twisting his tongue in ways that were guaranteed to make her squirm. She tasted divine... of innocence that he hadn't yet stripped her of despite having fucked her before. 

She tasted of her naivety... of someone who had never experienced the most carnal form of pleasure and was now falling into it. He would make her beg for it. He would make her want it, just not now, but later as well. Angel would dream of the way he could make her feel... she would dream about fucking him, about being full of his cock. She would be his little mortal whore. 

As his tongue dipped to trace her opening, so did his index finger... a motion that caused his whore to tighten upon realization of what was next. 

"Nnmh-" she whimpered, a fearful protest, memories of clawed fingers tearing into her and breaking skin rapid firing through her mind. Her heart beat raced. 

Daemon felt the smirk tug at his lips, and he pressed them to her inner thigh, "It'll be better this time..." oh, he could see the memories flickering across her eyes of when he had dry fucked her tight little pussy for the first time. He could almost taste the fear, something that caused his cock to twitch with desire, "relax for me..."

She didn't. She winced as his finger slid inside of her, more slowly than when he had done it last but taking just as much of her with him as he did. 

There wasn't as much resistance... but although the physical pain was less, the mental anguish was more. 

She wanted it to hurt. She didn't want a body that betrayed her to hellspawn. 

Daemon kissed her thigh till he reached her clit again, releasing a growl against it that sent waves coursing up her skin. So fucking wet and tight. It was like he had never even fucked her the first time, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more.

As he drew his finger out and sunk it back in, he could feel his cock aching to take its place. And that lust only grew when his tongue lashed against her swollen little nub, causing her to push back against him. 

Angel thrashed, "S-stop, god, p-please..." 

Her fingers curled against sheets that were now strewn in every which direction, eyes screwed shut. It wasn't pain that his finger caused, but it wasn't pleasure either. It was pressure. And him moving slowly only gave her more time to focus on the feeling, every move he made causing the tightness to wind up further and further. 

The tip of his tongue flicked over the sensitive swell, and he didn't stop when her hand came down on his and clenched down on it tightly. 

He was stopping her from moving into him - he was stopping her body from getting the full effect of pleasure that it craved. If she were a normal little mortal whore he was sure she would have been grasping onto his hair, begging for him to keep him going... but she was still so shy. Still so timid. Still clinging to the innocence imbedded in her. 

She whimpered when his finger retracted only for another to join it on its way back inside. 

Pressure. 

Her heels dug into the mattress, and her back arced even though her hips were still pinned by his hand, "D-Daemon, please..." 

He pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking, feeling her pulse against his hand and tighten around his fingers. She was close. He looked up from between her legs and saw the twitching of her body... the way she would clench in resistance, find how it heightened the pleasure, and tried to stop only for the same result. 

She was struggling for breath. She couldn't think, and she couldn't control her impulses, and everything was wrong. 

This feeling wasn't pain. It created heat in her belly, in her fingers and toes, and it made her want to pull him closer instead of farther away. 

He was the demon enslaving her - he was the one who threatened to peel the flesh off her brother's bones if she didn't surrender herself. But she couldn't stop him. And the fearful part of her, the selfish part, desperately wanted to feel anything that wasn't excruciating pain. 

Daemon gave a parting lick before he pulled back, kissing the point just below her bellybutton as he removed his fingers. He watched as she squirmed at the loss of touch, placing his wet fingers to his lips and tasting the excess, "You taste divine when you're aroused, Angel..." 

Her cheeks were flush, her breath quick and uneasy. Eyes opened, but she diverted them shamefully. 

Everything told her to pull back. But where would she go? There was nowhere to hide. This was the deal she had made... and this was her disloyal body betraying her. Tears fell, warm and wet against cheeks as she squirmed against fingers that traced lines across her inner thighs. 

"I know what you want." 

Lior's breath hitched as his thumb barely brushed against her clit, "A-ah-" heels dug into the bed, trying to push herself farther back, but she was already at the limit. Her heart thundered as she was pulled back to him, defenseless against touches that soothed and eyes that caused terror. 

"Tell me" he whispered, teasing the oversensitive parts of her. His hand left her stomach, moving to cup a still taut nipple and rolling it between his fingers, "Tell me what you want, Angel. Tell me-" he leaned down, kissing her belly, dipping his tongue into her bellybutton, "-what you need". 

It was too much. There was too much touching, and too many sensitive spots, and she couldn't get herself to focus on one thing before her mind pulled her in another direction. His shoulder was under her hand and she didn't know whether it was him that had gotten warmer or if it was her own heat that was everywhere. The trails down her cheeks were thick and well-run as she continually shifted from one position to another, feeling the weight of his body against her. 

"Please..." her voice was barely audible, but Daemon heard it. 

He looked to her, crimson eyes taking pleasure in the sound of her voice... in the persistent struggle of her little body, "Please what?" 

A whimper escaped as he used his thumb to circle her clit, "I don't- I-I don't k-know-" God, what did he want from her? He had already taken so much. She didn't know what she was supposed to beg him for - or if he wanted her to beg at all. 

"You do know" he murmured against her taut abdomen, letting his thumb roll around the sensitive bud between her lips that was begging to be stroked. He moved up, lips finding home on the skin right above her thundering heart before he moved upwards to brush against her jaw, "Say it". 

Her hands moved, trying to find purchase anywhere. Anything to make this feeling simmer. 

It was climbing too fast and... and... 

She leaned up suddenly, burying her face into his shoulder, "Stop" she whimpered, voice broken, completely lost, as she pushed upwards towards him in a total loss of control over her body, "p-please make it stop."

It took Daemon a moment to realize what she was pleading for. He smirked when he did though, a toothy smile that was only hidden by the dip he took to caress her neck with little nicks that were a little harder now because she was acclimating. 

Because she wasn't begging for him to stop. 

She was begging for it to stop. 

His little whore was begging for him to make the feeling inside her go away. Although it was spoken in the most naïve, innocent, little voice... she was begging for him to make her cum. 

That's what would make the feeling she was talking about stop. 

Daemon shifted so he was face to face with her, stopping his movements all together except for the one that brought her away from his shoulder so he could look into those confused blue eyes. 

He watched her mew as his hand moved from her clit, up the expanse of her body, till his fingers brushes away those damp strands of hair from her face. And when he could see them with no obstruction, he leaned down to kiss trembling lips, "How do you want me to make it stop?" 

God, she could feel him against her thigh. How... how was it possible for this to make him excited? The tears, the crying, the begging, and he knew she didn't want it no matter what her body said. 

It was sick. And it was wrong. And it was his mind, not just his body, that wanted it. 

"How?" his nails grazed down her inner thigh, squeezing with his palm, as he repeated the question. 

Her eyes couldn't meet his. They were broken. She was humiliated. And exposed. And she was losing. "T-" she stammered, fear and reluctance swimming her in voice that didn't want to come out. But she didn't have a choice because he wanted to hear her beg, "T-touch me... please..." 

He pressed a kiss to her cheek, saline on his lips. That was it. That was his little whore finally coming out to play. 

Daemon reached down, taking her hand into his own so their fingers laced together, and pushed it up over her head, "That's my good girl" his chest pressed against hers, aligning their bodies and using his hips to keep her legs apart, "I'll give you exactly what you want..." 

She flinched and suddenly she was squirming because she knew what the next part of this was. And the next part hurt... it hurt really, really, bad. 

Her free hand fled to his chest. It was going to be an attempt to push until she felt two digits return inside of her body, spearing her, making the not entirely unpleasant pressure return. 

Breath hitched, chest rose up, and a startled sound left her mouth. 

The protest died away as she became distracted by the feeling again. 

His lips tugged at the corners. Too easy. And fuck was she tight around his fingers... it made the anticipation of soon being able to slip his cock inside of her climb even higher. 

"You're nice and wet, Angel" he pushed them in again, a little deeper this time, feeling the softness release and tighten again on his re-entry, "That means it's not going to hurt like it did last time. Especially not if you just..." his thumb touched her clit, rubbing tiny little circles directly across the tip, "open up to me". 

Angel bit down into a lip that had already torn earlier, and harder again when the knot in her stomach tightened to a point where it almost burst... almost... 

...but then it disappeared just as quickly. 

She was left to focus on his hand holding hers up top her head. Her other hand had somehow made its way to his bicep, curling around the muscle, trying to find anything to latch onto in order to somehow ease this feeling in her belly. 

It didn't stop her from wriggling when she felt 

Daemon guide himself to her entrance, body tightening in preparation for what was to come. 

It didn't stop him. He was tired of waiting... and she was ready for him now. And with a forward push of his hips he felt the head of his cock delve into the incredible warmth that sucked him further and further in, inch by inch. 

"A-ah-" Angel squeezed her eyes closed as she stretched to accommodate him, drawn up knees tightening against his sides and fingers finding purchase against whatever they could. The hand holding hers was squeezed tight. T

here was pain, there was no denying it. It was hot and it hurt, making her feel like she would burst. And there was that... that pressure. And with each bit that he went deeper, the more the pressure built, "N-nh-" 

He watched her face as every bit of him sunk inside her, a lustful growl leaving his lips that could not be contained. It was fucking phenomenal. Just as tight as before, just as unbelievably hot... but this time there was less resistance. 

He slid inside of her, relishing the time it took till he was fully sheathed in that molten cavern, "Fuck..." 

She was clenching around him so beautifully, and feeling the little contractions of her muscles was pure bliss. Daemon drew his hips back, drawing himself out of her slowly, eyes filled with lust, before pushing back in more quickly. 

Angel jerked, hips rising upwards to meet the forwards thrust. She trembled, eyes turning up to meet his although she knew she should have left them shut. He was winning... god, he had already won. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she control her body? Why was it doing this? 

She shivered when his clawed hand reached back, down her thigh, lifting her leg until it settled around his waist... so that she would draw him in. 

The rhythm was slow. It was tender, enough to get her accommodated to him being inside of her. 

Enough so that the pain would slowly ease away to be replaced by those feelings she had been fighting so hard against. 




Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 04



But the moment he started feeling the gentle rock of her heel against the small of his back was the moment that he knew she was ready for more. That she wanted more. And that he could start fucking her the way he really wanted. 

He looked into those eyes that begged for him to both stop and go... and it was delicious. And as the grin touched his lips he started to drive forward into her, faster, watching her contort and squirm as he sent shockwaves through her body. 

She couldn't let go of him. Every part of her body wanted something to anchor on to, something to cling to, as it was assaulted by a horrible combination of repulsion and what she was now understanding to be pleasure. 

But one feeling... one was starting to dominate. And as those feelings grew, the less resistance she offered. She became more pliant even though the rational part of her mind was screaming at the primal part that was allowing this to happen. 

"That's it" came the guttural sound of his voice, truer to his actual nature than the façade he had been putting on before, "That's what you wanted, isn't it, Angel? To feel nice and full." 

He was wound high. The demon wouldn't hold back his satisfaction any longer, especially when he could feel her getting so close, tightening around him, drawing him in deeper. He drove into her, faster and harder with each stroke, watching her body sway with the force of each thrust, reaching down between her parted legs to massage her swollen clit. 

"A-ah-ah-" Angel's breath hitched but there was no time for her to catch it. 

Tears escaped her eyes, frustrated with how her body was reacting despite knowing the monster he was... angry with how she pushed him that little bit closer every time despite the desire being to push him away. 

She was lost, and she couldn't escape him. He was everywhere. He was everything she felt, everything that she could anchor herself to in this moment. 

It all became too much, the feelings reaching tipping point as her body hit its peak, back arching and arms locking around his chest as her first ever orgasm shook her body. She gasped and constricted down on the erection that was still buried deep inside of her. 

Daemon let out a loud snarl, the feel of her contracting around his cock, giving herself to him completely, breaking her, enough to drive him to his own edge. 

He pounded into her with abandon, animal taking over as he shot his load deep inside the velvety warmth that pulled at him so greedily. He relished the feeling... and he would never let her forget that it was her tight little cumming pussy that had made him cum so hard. 

His Angel. His whore. 

Angel didn't feel like she would ever come down. 

Her vision was white, her body was shaking, she could hear her heart pounding in her ears. There was no guilt or humiliation in this moment because the physical feeling was too overpowering - it numbed her to everything other than the crashing waves of pleasure that completely pulled her under for moments, minutes, at a time. 

But the crash into reality was inevitable. It came hard and fast, and when it started to sink in her shoulders started to shake for a completely different reason. 

Shame. 

Blazing hot and creating the deepest pit in her stomach, tears streaming down her cheeks. Because she was so weak. Because she had let him do that to her and because she had actually- actually- god, she was so weak and stupid and pitiful! How could she let him make her feel that?! And how could she actually physically respond to someone raping her?! How messed up in the head did a person have to be? And-and-

Lior felt bile rising up, pure acid. 

But she froze when fingers trailed down the curve of her back, across her spine, causing a shiver to traverse up the length of her. Her head was still tucked under his chin, into his chest, and at the touch of his fingertips she started to tremble... 

Because what if he wasn't done? What if-what if- 

Daemon leaned down, chuckling against her ear as he felt his little lamb start to shake. Oh, the time for tenderness was over now... and as he was still buried inside of her, there was still damage to be done. A point to be driven home. 

"Would Julian even want you if he knew what a little cock slut you are?"

Angel flinched, eyes blurred with tears, "I... I'm..." 

"You're what? Not?" he pushed her down so that she was lying back across the bed, arms played to her sides as he watched the humiliated mortal under him. A smirk tugged his lips, crimson eyes glowing as his tongue snaked out across his lips, "Because as far as I know only little whores suck cock, Angel. And only sluts cum-" his fingertips trailed across her stomach, "-with a killer's cock inside of them". 

She wanted to tell him that it wasn't true. That she couldn't help it, that he had manipulated her. But it wouldn't take away any of the disgrace that she felt... it wouldn't take back what had just happened. It didn't stop those words from branding themselves into the deepest corridors of her mind where they ripped her self-worth to shreds. 

Daemon pulled out of her, smirking at the wetness on his cock and touching it with his fingers. He rubbed her slick juice between his fingers, making sure that he held her attention as he did by tracing the punctures on her hips, "And you, my dear, fucking creamed all over my cock". 

Angel struggled, but it was weak at best. She held so little strength as it was, and couple that with the exhaustion she felt... it was making it nothing more than a pathetic attempt. She was a failure. She whimpered. Stop. Please stop. 

But he wouldn't. She knew he wouldn't. This was her nightmare, and this was her curse, and it was hers to relive again and again until the day he decided to let her go. Till the day she was buried in the ground. Till the day she died.



Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 05



The night was quiet, perfectly still. The moon was high, shining bright and luminescent through the window, casting light through the parted drapes. 

Angel was watching it intensely, trying to admire beauty in something that she knew, at one time, she found inspiring. It would have been perfect if she had been admiring it from anywhere else but here... and living the life of anybody but herself. 

Because the person she was right now barely even qualified as being a person. She was a shell. An 'it'. And 'it' jumped at noises made by an aging house. 'It' snapped and shut down at anyone that got too close. And it waited... it waited for the infliction of pain, sometimes hoping that it was physical because at least that was escape from the mental torment that she was afflicted with every moment of every day. 

Lior pulled the blankets further over her, up to her nose, peering out over the edge. Eyes were ringed with dark circles, indication that sleep had been evading her for a very long time. She couldn't. She was scared. She was scared of her dreams which were filled with him, and terrified of the reality she was in because he occupied it as well. 

This was hell. 

Death would have been better... although she wasn't even sure she would have escaped from him then. Because what if she became trapped here? What if she became bound to the house just like he was? What was even worse was that if she died there would be nobody there to protect her family. Nobody there to curb Daemon's bloodlust. And he would-he would ki- 

"Lior?" 

Angel froze under her covers and, before she could contain it, a fearful whimper escaped her lips. It was something that never would have happened in the past... especially when it was Aaron standing at the entrance to her room. 

"Angel, are you alright?" his voice was concerned now, laced with worry, and it came closer signalling his approach. 

You can't be here. He'll get so angry. She twisted, pulling the blankets further over her, "I'm fine" she wasn't, "I'm fine, you just... you just startled me is all". 

The weight shifted on her bed, making her entire body tense up. 

"Were you sleeping?" 

"No" she murmured softly, "Just... thinking". 

"About...?" 

"Nothing". 

"Sounds riveting" he deadpanned, kicking his feet up off the floor and onto the bed as he laid back with his hands behind his head. 

Angel's entire body tightened from an action that usually made her relax. 

She liked Aaron being here. Aaron was safety, no matter how real or imagined it was. But there was none of that right now because what if Daemon was watching? She wasn't supposed to let Aaron sleep with her anymore... it was a rule. And the reason Aaron was here right now, she knew, meant that he was probably expecting for them to do what they had been doing since they were little kids. 

Her knees curled upwards, towards her chest, "...what are you doing here?" 

"Do you not want me to be?" the question was straightforward, unavoidable. 

"Aaron" she answered, voice weak and on the brink of breaking, "I'm just tired, okay?" 

There was a moment of silence that broke through the room, thick and tense, filled with things unsaid. There was a shifting on the bed, the sound of weight being transferred but not removed, as Aaron turned onto his side. He didn't say anything for a few seconds before his voice eventually punctured the quiet, "...will you talk to me, please?" 

Angel clenched her eyes shut, glad in this moment to be facing away from him. 

"Angel" he placed his hand on her shoulder. 

There was no curbing the reaction his touch caused. She flinched. And her voice came through, a tight little thing, that spoke of fear that had never been there before, "Don't". 

The weight on the mattress shifted again, Aaron off in a second as he turned the corner of the bed and kneeled in front of her. His face was filled with frustration... with concern that she had only seen there once before, back before she had gone into the hospital. 

He looked at her, refusing to break the gaze and demanding that she keep it just the same, "Angel, please..." he cupped her cheek, watching as she flinched just the same from that, something that had never happened before, "please talk to me. What's happening?" 

She couldn't restrain them as much as she tried. The tears came, leaking down her cheeks, breaking under the comfort of his hand. 

God, all she wanted was for Aaron to hug her... to tell her that things were going to be alright, that he would protect her, but she knew it wasn't possible. 

Aaron couldn't protect her against something that he couldn't see. And if he tried, Daemon would kill him. 

"I'm sorry, Aaron" she whispered, not able to find the strength to move his hand away. Just for a minute, she wanted it. She wanted to feel okay, to feel the comfort that she had always shared with her brother. But she was terrified all the same that there was something, someone, here that would punish her for getting too close to him, "I-I just..." 

Aaron didn't ask for her to move over. He didn't ask her if he should stay or if he should go. He simply pulled back the blanket that she had wrapped so tightly around herself, slipped under, and brought her into his arms.

Her shoulders started to shake. Angel was so broken... so lost... so hopeless. Everything was crashing down around her, everything was out of her control, and she couldn't take it anymore. 

This was hell. It had to be. Because only hell could be responsible for this constant fear, and pain that didn't leave even when she was sleeping. 

She couldn't take it. She was falling apart at the seams... and every day she felt just a little bit farther and farther away from herself, who she had been, like the pieces kept splitting apart. 

Her face was already buried into her palms, and the back of her hands were pressed into his chest. He needed to leave. He had to leave. 

...but she was petrified that he would and she would be alone again with either her living or nonliving nightmares.

If actions spoke to anything, though, it was that he wasn't going anywhere. His chin rested on top of her head as he held her to him, and there was a pause before he took a deep breath inward, "Angel, I'm..." another pregnant pause followed, something that was completely unlike Aaron, "I'm worried about you".

Lior winced, trying to blink away tears that were clinging to her eyelashes.

"Something's wrong. You've been so distant... and I know something is going on, I can feel it, and you won't tell me" his arm tightened, "we've always told each other everything".

She didn't know what to say to him. What could she possibly have said to ease him any? 

Of course he noticed when she completely separated from him. There wasn't even a possibility that he wouldn't have considering how much time they had always spent together. He was right. She used to tell him everything. But she couldn't tell him this. 

"Tell me" his voice was quiet, hushed, something inflected that she rarely ever heard, "please tell me. Let me help... let me do something, anything". 

Aaron was never the fragile one. He was strong. He had always been the strong sibling, the one without fears and problems. So why... why did he sound like that? 

Angel nuzzled down, "I hate it here". 

The silence hung thick in the air. 

"I" she paused, tears rushing to her eyes again, as if they had ever stopped, "I hate it here, Aaron. I-I feel..." she hiccupped, "like I'm... like I'm suffocating. And I can't... I just... can't..." her shoulders quaked as it all came out. She broke. She couldn't stop it from pouring out, emotions that she had tried so hard to conceal from her family, "I'm t-trying, but I can't do it... I-I can't do it anymore."

"Angel..." 

Her eyes clenched shut, trembling. 

Aaron hugged her close, kissed her temple, hands trying to ease the shaking. 

"Please... please d-don't tell mom and dad" she whispered voice cracking. 

"Why? Angel, you know they'll-"

"-they'll send me back" she intercepted, curling farther into him, "I don't want to go back. Please..." 

There was a moment of quiet, where neither of them spoke. The only sound that came through was that of breathing that was shaky and uneven. 

She felt his embrace tighten as if she had just struck him with the words she had spoken. 

Oh god... oh god, she shouldn't have said that. 

"... Angel... are you..." he pulled back slightly so that he could look down into tear stained eyes that refused to meet his, "... are they back?" 

She shouldn't have said anything. She should have kept her mouth shut because now the thought was there in his mind. Now he would think that she was starting to descend into craziness again. 

"They're not real, Aaron" she whispered back, an echo of something that she had been told all those years ago, "They were just... in my head... and I-"

"Don't feed me that doctor bullshit" Aaron snapped suddenly, causing her to jump, "Answer my question". 

Blue eyes flickered up before shirking away. He was angry. God, he was so angry with her. And she hated that all she could think about was Daemon in that moment, how his anger was something to be scared of... how afraid she was, terrified, when it happened. And even when it didn't. Because the potential was always there. 

Aaron's not like that. He's just worried. 

Aaron tilted her chin up, refusing to let her skirt the question, "Are you seeing them again?" 

That kind of touch, as small and innocent as it was, brought on an entirely different reaction. 

No. Her heart sped up. Because that gesture, the pushing of her chin upwards with his finger... it was just like Daemon did. Just like when he wanted her to comply... just like when he had- 

"No!" she shoved back suddenly, against his chest, blankets and sheets flying off the bed as she scrambled backwards. It was done with enough force to knock him off the bed entirely, his body landing with a hard 'thump' against the floor. 

"Jesus, Angel, what the he-"

Straw blond locks were strewn across her face, falling in front of stricken blue eyes. Oh god. What had she done? Had she actually just hit him? What was wrong with her? 

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" and now her entire body was tensing as if it expected him to retaliate. As if her pushing him meant that she would receive bruises as penance... just like it was with Daemon. 

Why? Why was this even being compared? 

Why was she so... so afraid? 

Aaron looked at her, really looked at her. His gaze was firm but it softened upon seeing her so rattled. She had never been that way with him... 

...Angel actually looked legitimately terrified. 

"Lior, it's okay" he reassured, sitting up and kneeling at the side of her bed, "it was an accident. No harm done-" he stopped speaking abruptly. His jaw had locked. "What is that?" 

Angel looked to him but he wasn't looking at her anymore. He was looking down. And it took her a moment to realize why. 

The sleeves of the thick woolen sweater she was wearing had rolled up... exposing bruises that formed twin rings around her wrists. 

Fingers moved quickly, pulling down the sleeves over her hands, "Nothing" she answered immediately, the defensiveness in her voice instantly implying the opposite of what she had said. 

"What the fuck is that, Angel?" 

She had never, ever, heard Aaron so angry. It permeated his voice, infected it, made it sound older and harsher than usual. 

Cobalt eyes didn't move from hers, "Let me see your hands". 

"No" she came the instant response, pulling her body back against the headboard of her bed. 

"That wasn't a question" Aaron snapped, his voice tight, "let me see your hands". 

She flinched, but she didn't offer him her hands. Instead she tucked them under her arms protectively, "Stop it, just leave me alone". 

"Who's hurting you?" he completely ignored her request, eyes searching, moving closer to her. He didn't care what kind of personal space he was invading. Someone was hurting his little sister. Someone had put their hands on her long and hard enough to give her bruises. And he bet it was that same person who was making her hate this place so much... the same one who had turned her into the wide-eyed shaking child before him, "Angel, you need to tell me what's going on. Is it Julian? I'll fucking kill him-"

"No!" she intervened, gaze shooting up instantly in a mix of panic and fear, "he hasn't done anything. I-I haven't even seen him since the party." Daemon wouldn't allow it. He had whispered all kinds of horrible things in her ears about what he would do if he found out she had been seeing him. So she hadn't... she couldn't... 

"Then what the fuck is going on?" Aaron ground out, clearly frustrated with the lack of answers he was getting.

Please stop, he'll hear you. 

Her skin prickled. 

And it was only when she tried to move back, move away from her brother, that she realized he wasn't the only presence in the room anymore. That there was a second now... which she recognized when her movement was halted by cool limbs that had settled alongside her own... encompassing it. Restricting it. 

"Nothing" she choked out, "I-I just..." 

"He's just jealous, you know" came the deep voice that whispered right against her ear, the brief touch of canines against her skin, "keep looking forward. Don't let on that I'm here... or I'll have to punish you". 

She was sitting between his legs, back pressed against his chest. How he had gotten there she didn't know... but he was a demon. It was all the explanation anyone needed. Although explanations and logic lacked any significant importance when he was here, in the same room as Aaron, touching her. And given that Aaron wasn't throwing a violent fit right now, she knew he couldn't see the other man behind her. 

Lior knew he wouldn't be able to. She was the only one in her family who had ever been able to see these things... hear them... feel them... 

"Stop saying it's nothing. It's not nothing-" 

She wished that her fear wasn't so overwhelmingly strong right now. She wished she could have listened to what Aaron was saying, wished that she could have gained some sort of comfort out of it. But the voice in her ear demanded attention - and the body behind her made it impossible not to listen. 

"He's jealous" Daemon continued, "that he wasn't the one who got to hold you down... wasn't the one to make you writhe against his tongue" his lips formed a coy smirk against the shell of her ear, "he's been dreaming about that a lot, you know". 

Lior bit down on her tongue, barely restraining a whimper when a hand slid under her waistline. 

Please, Daemon, please don't. Please, not with Aaron here... god, please... 

Aaron took her wrists while her attention was elsewhere. 

Lior's eyes snapped forward and she instantly made the move to pull them away- 

"Let him look" came the low purr from behind. 

Her hands froze, balled into fists. Her chest tightened, as did thighs as they squeezed together, trying to stop the exploration of Daemon's hands. It only caused him to chuckle, a sound that reverberated through her body. 

"Jesus, Angel..." Aaron whispered, thumbs brushing against the purple and yellow bruises tenderly. When he looked back up, observing how every feature in her face and body was noticeably tense, how glassy her eyes were, his features shifted away from anger and towards concern, 

"What's happening?" 

"So fucking sad how much he wants you" Daemon cooed, pads of his fingers tracing the front of her panties and relishing how her entire body tensed and fought not to squirm, "It must be so hard for him... having you so close but not having stones enough to do anything about it". 

Lior bit down on the inside of her cheek, bile rising up. There were too many things to focus on. Too many words, too many actions, she couldn't sort through them all. And suddenly her eyes were tearing up because she didn't know what to do... and her body just wouldn't be still under Daemon's hand. 

"Hey-"

She looked up, heart thundering, eyelashes wet. 

"Fuck, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to yell at you. I didn't mean to. I just... I just don't understand" Aaron apologized gently, his voice hurt and confused, as he pulled up her sleeves a bit more to see the smaller amounts of bruising slightly, "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

God, Aaron thought she was crying because of him. But she wasn't. She was crying because of-

"Show him". 

Every muscle in her body contacted at the same time. 

Daemon's hand retracted slowly, his breath kissing the back of her neck, "I want you to show him, whore. Show him who you belong to" came the lustful sound, the languid purr. 

Please... don't make me. It was a thought screaming in her mind, so loud that she thoughts her ears would start to bleed. 

The marks that Daemon had left... they were everywhere. They were on her neck, covered by her hair. They were on her hips, her stomach, her thighs... they were in intimate places that shouldn't be seen. They were the imprints of an animal who had staked its claim all over her. 

Her eyes met Aaron's, "I-I..." 

"Don't make me tell you again" came the sharp tone of the demon, his patience having quickly its limit. 

Lior flinched, looking away from her brother, "I...I have more" she answered, voice barely audible and a tremoring mess as Aaron sat back on the bed. She couldn't keep their gaze connected. He looked... so hurt. And she didn't want to look at anything except the trembling of her own folded hands because if she did... she might end up looking at Daemon.

There was a long silence. Intense. Filled with unsaid questions. 

But she could sense the growing irritation of their spectre. She could feel his eyes burning into her from a point in the room she didn't know. 

"Angel... were you..." Aaron tripped over his own tongue, the appendage becoming thick and rubbery in his mouth, "were you..." he couldn't. He couldn't get it out into the open air. 

"Fucked?" came the crude response from Daemon, "thoroughly". 

"Stop" she whispered, a small plead, although to who it was directed wasn't clear. She moved mechanically, every limb feeling like a cement block had been attached to it. But she still stood... still took the shallow breaths necessary to move, and repeated the thoughts quietly in her own head that would spur her to do what was necessary. 

For Aaron. For her family. 

Her shaky fingers found the drawstring to her pajama bottoms. Her face burned as she let the baggy material slide off her hips and pool around her feet. She was ashamed... she was upset... but most of all, she was scared that Daemon was in the same room as her brother. Watching. Which meant if she did something wrong-

"And the shirt, whore". 

Lior winced. From the name... from the order. 

Aaron noticed. But as she lifted her shirt up and over her head, exposing flesh that was painted with bruises and lacerations, it must have not seemed as important. Because all Angel heard was the sharp intake of breath, the ruffling of sheets as he stood from the bed, the sound of his steps as he moved forward. 

"Oh god... Angel...what... who... oh... oh god..." 

Tears streaked her cheeks, ashamed, hands fumbling, crossing across her stomach to unconsciously cover what he had already seen. 

Even though she wasn't naked, she felt like she was. Standing here, baring every mark that wasn't covered by her bra and panties, in front of her brother and the monster he couldn't see... she was completely exposed.

"Angel who-" his voice cracked, "who did this to you?" 

It was so clear to her that he was struggling to hold back. And when he moved in front of her, close, but not close enough to touch, she flinched back... right into Daemon's chest. She knew it was him... no one's skin was as cold as his. Nobody's heart as frozen, and nobody's sadisticness as scalding. 




Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 05



Her lips parted... but they closed just as quickly. Her voice had become lost, locked so far inside of herself that it threatened to disappear completely. 

"Poor little Aaron..." cool digits found purchase on her hips, just underneath where her own hands were, "he thoughts you were so innocent... his precious baby sister. And now he's finding out the truth. That's she's nothing more-" he chuckled, causing the hairs on her neck to stand, "-than a cock loving masochist". 

She swallowed. Hiccupped. She let him debase her because... what else could she do? 

Nothing. It was hopeless. 

Oh god, what if... what if he didn't leave after Aaron did? What if he wanted-wanted-

The horrifying thought was cut off by Aaron speaking suddenly. Curtly. 

"What did this to you?" 

Daemon laughed. Not a happy laugh... not anything that implied that he was amused. His arm wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer to him. 

It made her body change position, tense. 

"You tell him" Daemon murmured against her throat, "to stop asking questions". 

"You need-" her breath hitched when she felt sharp teeth play against her skin, eyes suddenly turning up to meet Aaron's. She saw him, watching her, confused and alarmed. He didn't understand. How could he? But... "-just please... no more questions. Okay? Please..." 

"You can't show me things like this and expect me not to ask about them" he returned, taking particular notice of how her hair was raised and how stiff she had become, "And you need to go see a doctor, Angel. I'm making you an appointment."

Face turned up, "No" she whimpered, "I can't. Aaron, I can't..." 

"Because little Lior is terrified of the big bad doctor. They'll send her straight back where she belongs..." Daemon teased. 

"We need to know that you're safe" Aaron insisted. 

"I'm not going" she whispered, thoughts spiralling. They would send her back. They would think she was doing this to herself... they would tell her parents and they would make her go back. They would have her admitted. 

Aaron took a step forward, "I know you're scared. I know. But I won't let them hurt you. Never again. I promise. I'll go with you - we'll do it together".

"How sweet" Daemon hissed, and from his position behind her she could feel his erection straining against his pants, "of course he'll go with you. He'll do anything to be with you, whore - anything to get closer to his precious baby sister. Anything to get you coming back to him..." 

Angel was boxed in between Daemon and Aaron. With one behind her and one in front, there was nowhere for her to go. Her heart was hammering as she mentally bargained, even pleaded, with Daemon not to do it... not here, not with Aaron. 

"I-I don't need it" she spoke again, trying to keep her thoughts in line with the conversation she was supposed to be having. 

"Jesus, Angel, are you serious right now?!" the frustration seeped through Aaron's voice, and it was clear from his tone that the last few straws were getting pulled, "Look at yourself-" he reached out an took her arms, cupping them, spinning her around to face the full length mirror beside where all her painting lay. 

She whimpered and took a step back, her shoulders hitting Aaron's chest as she did. Not because it hurt. It didn't. But because the presence that had once been behind her was now in front of her, staring her down with cruel crimson eyes.

"-look at yourself and tell me that you don't need help" Aaron pushed, looking forward and seeing none of what she saw. His fingers tightened, "Look-"

Daemon's lips contorted into a punishing mimic of his eyes. 

Angel screwed her eyes shut. It wasn't Aaron's fault. He didn't know. But she couldn't handle this... this was too much, and she couldn't- couldn't- 

"Stop it" she whispered, steady tears falling heavy from her eyes. And when he wouldn't? Lior did something that she had never done before. She violently pulled away from him, enough to leave red scratched where his fingers had been, turned around, and shoved. Hard. 

Her small stature didn't make much of an impact, but it was enough to send him a few steps back. Whether it was from the force or the shock, she didn't know. She didn't care. 

He stared at her, eyes wide. 

She couldn't handle him talking at her, couldn't handle him being here and not knowing, couldn't handle him wanting things of her that she couldn't give. And what she couldn't bare most of all was needing him to be here so damn much, but knowing there couldn't have been anything more dangerous. 

"Leave. Me. Alone" she ground out, eyes still wet but filled with desperate frustration. She grabbed her sweater from the floor, pressing it against her chest and torso - a false sense of protection that even she was aware of, "I'm not- I'm not a child. And I'm not stupid. And-and everything that needs to be done... it has been. So just-" skin prickled as she felt the demon step closer from behind, "-don't." 

"Really" Aaron's tone didn't waver, unbelieving as it was assuming, "You went to the doctor? To the police? Angel, you didn't even tell me about what happened-"

"-because none of that will help" she interjected, voice urgent and broken, "You can't help me, alright? You just... can't". 

"That's bullshit" he snapped, "Give me a good reason why". 

"I can't-"

"-because there isn't one!"

"That's not true!" 

"Then what is the truth?! Jesus, Angel, tell me! Why won't you let me try?!" 

Lior snapped her head off to the side, "Because you can't hurt something you can't see! Or touch! Or... or hear..." she sunk down onto her knees, hands covering her mouth. Eyes were wide. Her heart was pounding, creating splinters in her ribs. 

Oh god... what had she just done? What had she just admitted to? 

There was a feral snarl from behind her, "Bad move, whore". 

Aaron kneeled down in front of her, hands placed on her shoulders. His fingers were taut, tense, "Why wouldn't you tell me-" 

Nobody got a chance to react. 

All that Angel saw was Daemon's shadow, his darkness, and what she felt was an icy cold as she saw him move. It wasn't until his foot made contact with Aaron's side, resulting in a sickening splintering sound and a cry of pain and surprise, that her mind wrapped around what was happening, "Aaron!" 

She scrambled to him, but as soon as she got within distance she was torn back by her shoulders and sent sliding across the floor. 

If there was pain, she wasn't feeling it. Adrenaline was pumping too fast, pulsing too hard, desperate to find a way to get Aaron safe. She moved forward, moving towards the demon that now had his sights set on her brother, "No, no, please, don't! Please don't hurt him, please!" 

Aaron was clutching his side as he crouched on his hands and knees, trying to recover the wind that had just been knocked out of him. 

He didn't get the chance. 

No sooner was he up then Daemon kicked him again, sending him back down onto his belly. His foot came down with crushing impact on the small of Aaron's back, forcing him to stay there like the mongrel he was. 

A snarl left his lips when his whore made towards them again, a backhanded slap sending her onto the floor, "I'm going to break his spine, whore. And after that... I think I'm going to sew your pretty little lips closed". 

"A-Angel" Aaron grunted, trying to fight the pressure against his back, "what's-" he was cut off when the weight became more intense, making him cry out as vertebrae in his back popped in protest. 

Lior's eyes were filled with terrified tears. White-blond hair splayed in front of her eyes as she met Aaron's gaze from the floor. She pushed herself up, his pain spurring her not to waste time, "Please, D-daemon, don't hurt him - please, I'm the one that messed up." 

Crimson eyes turned to her, hard as stone, cold smirk pressed on his face as he felt the man squirm under his foot, "And this is your punishment, slut. This is your penance". 

Aaron hissed, "Angel, no-"

She couldn't listen to him. She couldn't. Not when Daemon was going to cripple him - kill him - she had to find something else to give. If Aaron was taken from her she might as well die - because there was no life without him. 

Lior brought herself up to her knees in front of him, head bowed, eyes lowered. She withheld the sob in her throat, forcing it down, "A-anything. A-anything you want, please, I'll-I'll do it. Please..." her voice cracked, "just t-tell me what t-to do, please..." 

Daemon's gaze flickered, "You make it sound like you wouldn't do anything I asked anyways" his hand reached out, fingers spidering through soft blond hair. When he felt the boy's weight shift under his foot, he removed it for only a moment before it powered back down. 

Aaron's hiss of pain, the cough, ripped through the room. 

"Aaron!" Lior went to move to him but was stopped when fingers pulled at her hair roughly, scalp screaming. She was forced back in order to relieve the pressure, eyes glassy and terrified, "Please, Daemon, please!" 

"N-no, Angel... d-don't. R-run. Get out of here" Aaron grunted. How had he been so blind? How had he not seen this coming? His hands clenched down on the hard wood floor. 

Daemon's fingers didn't loosen their grip. Instead he used her hair to jerk her head backwards, forcing her face upwards, "You belong to me. Everything that you are, I own. Anything I want is mine to take whenever I want it, you understand? Not just when you offer it" he threw her back, watching the small body crumple against the ground. 

A snarl came from Aaron, "Don't touch her!" 

"A little late for that" came the direct response despite knowing that the boy couldn't hear him. But he would feel him. So he wedged his heel harder into the space between his shoulders blades, keeping him locked with the floor. Or he did. Until he went for a rib shot that sent his little whore's brother rolling into the wall. 

"Aaron" Lior's desperate voice came through, pushing herself off the ground and trying, once again, to make her way to him. 

Daemon wouldn't allow it though. No sooner had she passed him then he had grabbed onto her, locking her arms between his own, feeling her body thrash against his as he prevented her from going where she wanted to be. 

"Let go! Let go of me!" came the cry, followed by the furious and frantic attempt to get free. 

"I should fuck you over his lifeless body, whore" Daemon snarled, teeth bared against her ear. His lips curled into a feral smirk, "I should make you fuck his corpse. Would you like that?" 

Angel whimpered, hand clenching when he suddenly took her wrist. She watched him pry her fingers apart before his nails sunk into her palm, ripping a pained cry from her lips as the skin was lacerated. Nerve ending erupted as blood spilt across his fingers, only becoming more so when he dug them in. 

"Are you listening, kid? Do I have your attention now?" 

She bit into her cheek hard enough to draw blood. 

"You fucking answer me when I speak you to you!" and with that he pushed against her. 

Hard. 

Enough to send her flying forward where she fell onto Aaron's collapsed form, the force of the impact knocking the wind out of her. It caused him to hiss as the weight of her body fell on top of him, although he managed to maneuver onto his side when she caught her breath. 

"Angel-" came Aaron's frantic tone as he helped her sit, taking her cut hand into his own, "Shit, talk to me - are you alright?" He was hurt too... although maybe he didn't realize the cuts across his own hand given that it was busy holding hers, "Where is it, Angel, you have to tell me."

Her head snapped up when a finger slipped under her trembling chin, forcing her face up to meet bloody crimson eyes. It caused her to scoot back to get away, pushing her back against Aaron's chest. She had to protect him. She couldn't let her brother get hurt... she couldn't bear it. Which is why she didn't move from in front of him, sticking close, creating a wall with her body despite how much smaller it was than his. 

"Where is he?" Aaron repeated, looking around for something, someone, in the empty room before him. He wanted to see a monster... but all he could see was his little sister trembling under his arm. 

"Right here" came the guttural snarl. It was exactly as enraged as it had sounded before... 

Except, this time, something had changed. 

Aaron's reaction had changed. His eyes flew open, scanning empty space, arm tightening around Angel, "What the fuck was that?" 

Daemon's bloody crimson eyes burned as they looked right through Angel towards the man holding her so closely.

Lior's throat tightened. She felt like she was suffocating and her brother's grip was so tight on her. 

What had just happened? Had Aaron... had Aaron just heard Daemon? How? How could something like that have happened? It had never, ever, happened before. 

"A-Aaron, p-please just get out of here. Please..." 

"Shut your mouth, whore" Daemon hissed, watching as the boy clenched in reaction to his words, "You think he just gets to leave? You think I'll just let him?" 

"She's not a whore" Aaron ground back, eyes still searching for something he couldn't see.

Angel could only watch the cruel smirk as it slowly spread across Daemon's face, pressing her back further into her brother's hold. Blue eyes were wide, panicked, because what would Daemon do now that Aaron could hear him? 

"She's my whore, boy" there was very little anger in his voice now, something in it having slipped into pure condemnation.

Aaron repositioned his arm, pulling Angel's smaller weight behind him and bracing himself for whatever might come from the action. His body was taut as a drawn wire but his eyes burned with anger... with fury, "You're the one that's been hurting her". 

Daemon leaned down, inches from him, looking at Angel over her brother's shoulder as he whispered into his ear, "I'm the one that's been fucking her". 

At hearing the voice so close Aaron lashed out, fist swinging at something that he couldn't see but he knew was there, "You fucker, she's just a kid!" 

Angel could only watch as his hand phased right through Daemon... as it moved right through where it would have connected with a normal person. A human person. She shook her head, Daemon eyes still very connected with her own, "Please... please don't..." 

Canines peaked under his lips, hand reaching out and grabbing a fistful of Aaron's dirty blond hair. As the boy let out a pained cry, Daemon forced him back onto his knees... where he belonged. He leaned down, forcing the boy's head back with a hard yank of his hair, breath against his ear, "I've been inside your head, boy... inside your dreams. It doesn't seem to bother you-" he smirked, "-that she's just a kid. Or that she's your-" a chuckle, cruel and low, "precious baby sister". 

Aaron snarled, "Get bent, you bastard! Leave her alone!" 

Daemon watched the man, his struggles, his attempts to fight what he couldn't touch. But Daemon could touch him just fine... which was an inequality to his advantage. Especially with his whore watching, too terrified to do anything. "You want to take her place?" 

"No-" Angel moved to get up but stopped when Daemon's clawed fingers slipped around Aaron's throat. As she watched Aaron's adam's apple bob, she was frozen in place by fear that her movement would cause the demon to act. 

"Or" crimson eyes glowed, "do you want to take my place?" 

"You sick fuck" Aaron ground out, hissing when he was forced down onto the floor face first. 

"For someone that wants to keep their sister safe, you're not doing a very good job" his lips quirked at the sides, a unpleasant smirk, "Your little Lior has done everything to keep you safe. Everything" he looked to her, into frightened eyes that begged him to stop, "she seems to think you're worth protecting. I, on the other hand-" he delivered a swift kick to the crippled man's side, causing him to double up into himself, "-have no such thoughts". 

"Aaron" Angel crawled to him, hands finding his shoulders. There was blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. His chest and abdomen were already starting to turn black and purple from having received so many traumas so quickly. She swallowed, heart paced too fast to keep up with. Once again she was the buffer between her brother and the demon... but she knew that it would only be for as long as Daemon allowed it. 

"Tell him what you are, Angel" came the callous demand, "Tell him what your precious family has caused you to become". 

She winced, tears blurring her vision. 

Aaron's blue eyes, a darker mimic of her own, looked to her, "No, A-Angel, don't-"

Her fingers wrung into the hardwood floors, averting her gaze, "I have to" came the barely audible whisper as white-blond hair fell across her face. She gathered her voice, the presence of Daemon so close behind her spurring her forward, "I'm... I'm his whore" came the trembling response that made every hair on her arms and neck stand up. 

Shame had never felt so thick and suffocating as it was in this exact moment. 

Aaron pushed himself off the floor, heartbreak and anger fluctuating across his face. He raised his hand. 

In a kneejerk reaction, Angel flinched. Because what she expected was a slap. A look of disgust at this spineless mass that she had become. What she didn't expect was that same hand to rest against her cheek, cupping it, raising her gaze to his. 

It killed Aaron to see her flinch against his touch. 

"You're not. Whatever it says or whatever its done to you... you're not. I know you" Aaron replied firmly, softly, "Don't listen to that... thing". His eyes hardened when they heard the demon's laugh permeate the air, his head snapping up and a growl leaving his lips, "You leave her alone."

Daemon smirked, "I've got a better idea". 

Angel whimpered when she was wrenched off the floor and into an embrace that was nowhere near as warm as her brother's. She squirmed rashly as fingers slid inside her panties, eyes tearing, "No, s-stop it" she strained her arms but they were firmly kept in place. And as much as she tried to clench her thighs to stop him, it did very little to stop the violation of his hand. 

"Stop it!" although Aaron couldn't physically see him, he knew from the reaction what was happening. He saw the little bit of clothing on her move on its own accord and lividness was all that he could feel. He moved forward, reaching out for her, but the demon's voice intervened. 

"I'll kill her before you get here".

Angel whimpered in pain when clawed fingers dug into the already lacerated skin of her hips, breaking open the newly formed seals, "A-ah!" She clenched her eyes closed. 

At the sight of the blood, Aaron stopped where he was, heart clenching, "Stop - stop hurting her!" hands balled into fists, "...what do you want?" 

"It's not all that different from what you want, Aaron" Daemon lifted his hand away from her hip, blood painting his fingers, before he used it to part her hair off to the side. He pressed a kiss to the crook of her neck, watching the boy over her shoulder, "The only difference is that when I see what I want, I take it. Again. And again. And again". 

"She's just a kid" Aaron ground out, voice harsh. But there was no getting around the helpless notes in it either. "Just tell me what you want, but leave her alone. 

Angel kept her eyes sealed shut, although she couldn't help but squirm under the hand that was still between her legs. She wanted it to leave... she didn't want Aaron to see this, didn't want him to be here at all to bear witness to something so dirty and cruel. She wanted to protect him from this. 

"I have what I want" Daemon replied easily, continuing with the manipulation of his hand just to cause her to react under it. Oh, he knew how shy his little whore would be in front of her dearest big brother... but that didn't bother him any. His lips skimmed her shoulder, "It's more about what you want, isn't it Aaron? What are you hoping to get out of being here right now?" 




Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 05



"I want you to leave my sister alone" he snapped, unable to restrain the hiss from his voice, "for good". 

"She can go any time she likes" Daemon cooed, teeth nipping at her earlobe as he released a breathy chuckle into her ear, "Isn't that right, Angel?" 

She quivered. Because no, it wasn't right. If she left, if she moved, if she did anything to make Daemon upset... her family would pay the price. That was a message written clearly all over Aaron's bruised chest and ribs. "I'm so sorry, Aaron" she whimpered, tears leaking from the clenched corners of her eyes. 

The demon looked up. There was amusement behind crimson eyes although it was overcome by the lust that came from the desperation on so many fronts. 

Weak little mortal playthings... so malleable. 

"You want to look after her, boy? You want to ensure that the punishment I deliver won't see her hanging dead in your arms tonight?" Daemon's gaze evened out, "then prove it". 

Aaron's fists clenched, "How?" he saw the gap between Angel's abdomen and her panties... knew that was where the demon's hand was. It made him want to break the thing in half in pure unadulterated fury. 

Daemon smirked, "Take my place". 

Angel's eyes shot open, struggling becoming downright violent with what her captive had just suggested, "No! No, no, no-" 

"You sick fuck-" Aaron took a step forward. 

Daemon was quick to curb the uprising, hauling the small girl against him just so he could feel her struggling fully... and just so she could feel him against her ass. 

A pained sound escaped her lips when her head was yanked back by her hair. It might have stopped Aaron from moving any closer, but it didn't stop Angel from trying to wriggle free, "P-please, please..." oh god, she couldn't handle this. She could feel herself breaking into a million pieces at what Aaron was being asked to do. Her stomach knotted... and she swallowed the bile that had built up, "d-don't do this-"

"-I won't do anything to you... or him" he smirked, the curve of his lips something that she could feel against her skin, "Not a single finger. If you do what I ask". 

"It's not happening" Aaron snarled, muscles taut. 

"Very selfish" Daemon returned immediately, "seeing as you could protect her this way." 

Angel tried to restrain the whimper when sharp teeth found the tears on her neck, nipping at the abused skin and causing it to flare up in protest. But she couldn't hold back the cry of pain that came when his teeth clamped down and broke the flesh entirely.

"Angel-" Aaron couldn't believe this was happening - he couldn't stomach what was happening to her. All those years ago when she had been able to see things, he had thought it was exactly that. And now... now he knew that he was wrong. Now he knew that he had let his parents put her away for something that was very real... and that now 'seeing' had escalated to 'feeling'. And he couldn't protect her... he couldn't fight whatever it was that had her because he couldn't touch it. 

"I'm going to fuck her till she can't walk, boy" Daemon held her against his body as she started to struggle frantically with each word that left his mouth, "and then do it all again. And when she can't fucking take anymore-" he let the blood dribble down her neck from the bite, "-I think I'll break something for every insolent act you and her have made tonight". 

Lior's heart leapt into her throat when the demon grabbed her wrist, pulling it up from her side, so it was raised out in front of her. 

"Or maybe I'll start the other way around". 

She screamed. She couldn't hold it back as unbearable pressure bore down upon her wrist followed by a twisting motion, arm yanked painfully around and straining under the pressure. The sprain was instant, muscle tearing. 

But Daemon wasn't letting up any either... and it wasn't long till Angel was on her knees, tears streaking her cheeks as she tried desperately to get away from the iron grip. 

"No! Stop!" but something forced Aaron back as he tried to approach, and his little sister's cries of pains as her arm contorted in front of him was more than he could handle. His heart raced, fingers biting into the palm of his hand, "Fuck, fine, whatever you want, I'll do. Just stop!" 

Angel sobbed as her arm was let go, cradling it with her free one against her stomach. She curled under, only looking up when Aaron's frame came and held her. He brought her into him, hushing her with reassurances and kind words despite the deal he had just made. 

"Shh, Angel, it's alright... it's alright" he kissed her temple, "Here, let me see..." 

The young woman trembled as Aaron took her wrist gently, flinching when he flipped her hand so it was palm up, "I-it's just... a sprain..." she whispered, mind spiralling, fear slipping into every word that she spoke. Because... because... what had Aaron just agreed to? 

God, he had agreed to give Daemon whatever he wanted... and what he wanted was something that they couldn't do. It was wrong, and sick, and twisted, and she wouldn't do it. Couldn't. The thought made her stomach squelch, rebelling, threatening to spill content that wasn't present.

Aaron let her take back her hand, biting into his cheek. It was a reaction against the nausea... the feeling of being watched and being expected to make good on his deal. "Just take what you want out of me. Leave her out of this, please" he tried, willing to exhaust every possibility, every option. 

Daemon's mouth turned up in a cruel smirk, "Such a hero, boy - you know she sees that in you too" he circled them both, "her big brother. Her protector". 

Angel felt her blood run cold. Felt it freeze in her veins. Even the stuff spilt across her palm... even the blood on Aaron's hand. God... was it her blood that had done this? Was it her blood, mixing with his, contaminating it... was that what had made this happen? Had she 'shared' part of her gift with him when he had been trying to help her? 

It was a fleeting thought that was broken by Daemon's cold and calculative voice. 

"There's only one thing that you can give me that I want. And that's your obedience." 

Angel turned with aid from her good hand, eyes flickering up to meet bloody crimson, "I-I won't". 

"What's that, whore?" the tone was hardly amused. It teased, but there was no humor in it... just danger personified. 

Angel felt the marbles build in her throat, a defensive mechanism that would have seen her shutting her mouth for the sake of self-preservation. But she swallowed them down, readying herself for what was to come despite knowing that defying him would bring his wrath, "I... won't". 

When Daemon moved, Angel flinched back. The hairs on her arm stood on end when she heard his laugh split through the air, although she froze completely when he kneeled down to meet her at eye level. He took her chin and forced it upwards, crimson eyes locking with tear stained blue, "Do you think it matters?" 

The small girl bit into her cheek. 

Daemon watched the reaction, watched her try to stay strong under his touch, "What you want... doesn't matter one little bit. It's what your dear, dear, brother wants that matters" his hand came up, a clawed thumb dragging down her tight sealed lips, "and I think what he wants most is for you not to die." 

Angel trembled, blue irises unsure as he continued on. 

"Your life may not mean anything to you... but it means something to him. And I'm willing to bet-" he leaned forward and pressed an almost tender kiss against her lips, "-that he'll do anything - anything - to keep you alive. Even if that means-" he pulled back slowly, smirk conveying amusement and arousal, "-treating his precious baby sister like a little whore". 

Lior snapped back, hitting Aaron in the process. 

"Isn't that right, boy?" 

"She's not a whore" came the harsh response, and the blatant omission. Aaron's hand had found its way into hers, holding it tightly. He was reassured when she squeezed it back but the brief feeling didn't last very long. 

"You might say different after tonight" Daemon cooed, standing tall once more, "After all, you don't have many choices, do you? You can either be kind to her, make it gentle, and make her want it... or you can do it hard and fast, make it painful, make her scream..." 

Aaron snarled lowly, "She's my sister, you twisted fuck!" 

"And when you jack off at night? When you picture her down on her knees, sucking you off... what is she then?"

Angel flinched at the insinuation, trying to block it out. Trying. Because she knew the demon would lie... knew that he would tell her whatever to make her feel more broken then she already was. But she was a shattered girl... she was already breaking and bleeding at the seams. And Aaron... her Aaron... she couldn't... couldn't... 

"How about when you imagine her riding you? When she's begging you to cum?" Daemon continued, "Oh, just because it's in your head, boy, doesn't mean it's safe there. And today's the day you get to make the dream reality... you either do it-" 

Lior's fingers clamped down on Aaron's hand. 

"-or she dies. And then we'll really be together... for eternity" Daemon watched as Angel's tear stained orbs looked to him, pleaded with him, begged for mercy that had no chance of being given. 

Aaron was dead quiet but the conflict burned behind his eyes. He couldn't. But... he had to. Fuck, there were no other choices... there was nothing more that he could offer, nothing else that the demon wanted. And there was no way that he was going to leave his sister alone... that he was going to let her die. He would never forgive himself... 

... but he would never forgive himself for doing what the demon wanted him to do either. Lior would never trust him again. She would hate him. Everything that they were would be destroyed. 

"Please, Aaron..." she whispered, shaking her head, seeing the conflict in eyes that were usually so strong and centered, "Don't... please don't." Because she would rather die. She would rather die than have to watch Aaron go through something like that... to live through something like that again and again every time they saw each other. 

Aaron squeezed her hand tightly, biting into his cheek hard enough to draw blood, "I..." 

She shook her head, placing her free hand over the one that was gripping hers so tightly. Blue eyes were desperate... they pleaded, "I don't want you to. Please... just..." she moved a little bit closer to him, trying to catch his gaze. Eventually she did, still trembling, "just let me go..." 

Her voice broke. 

And her words might as well have been a slap to the face for her brother who looked like he was about to break from the sheer pain of the statement. 

"You can't ask me to do that" he whispered back, shaking his head, "I won't do that. You're my family. You're everything to me and I won't just-" his eyes re-met hers, no ounce of acceptance in them although the regret was thick, "-let you go. I love you". 

Blue orbs closed tight, clenched, tears leaking from the side. Her stomach clenched, even more so when she felt the warmth of his palm against her cheek. 

"I love you" Aaron repeated, voice soft, not the confident tone that it usually was. There was a pause, a moment where there was no sound other than that of hearts thumping rhythmically and speedily against chests, "And I need you... to trust me. Okay?" 

Please don't. Please. Please. Don't do this to us. Don't make this happen. Don't take him from me... 

She could feel Daemon watching... could feel the amusement rolling off of him, the pure twisted enjoyment that he was gaining from this moment. 

She wanted to be able to trust that Aaron would get them out of this... that he would be able to solve this problem just like he did with everything else. 

But the moment she felt it... the moment she felt lips touch her own in a way that was so much more than the innocent peck shared between siblings, she knew that this was something that he couldn't save them from. That they were damned to play the demon's twisted game that would destroy everything that they were. 

The only way to get out alive was to play by the rules...

...rules that were just as twisted, just as destructive and sadistic, as the demonic thing that was molding them. 

Angel whimpered when Aaron's lips found hers, pushing herself away from him and back against the wall. Her heart was hammering. Eyes pleading. "N-no, I won't- I-I-" please, Aaron, please don't do this... please... 

Daemon's lips twisted, "C'mon, whore, now's not the time to get shy". 

Aaron's eyes flickered, affronted, miserable and reluctant. Dirty blond strands shadowed his eyes, "Angel..." 

His voice told her everything that she needed to know. Because it was desperate. And desperate, much like when she felt it, meant that he was willing to do what it took to make good on his promise to keep her safe... even if it meant crossing lines that were never meant to be crossed. 

Lior wrapped her arms around herself, "Don't". 

How would she live through it? How would she ever be able to be around him again? He was the only thing that she had left and now... now Daemon was taking it from her. And she was taking her from her brother. 

She looked up when warm palms settled on her cheeks, lifting her face. Blue eyes touched on ones that were darker than her own but just as hurt and conflicted. 

"You're-" he paused, stopped by the own tightening of his throat. He never took his eyes from her, "-you're the most important person in my life, Angel. I never want to hurt you. But I can't... I can't lose you. I won't". His fingers tightened unconsciously, body rebelling, "Whatever comes, we do it together. We'll get through. Okay?" 

One of her hands came up to rest on one of his. It squeezed it tightly. Because she was terrified. She wouldn't make it through this. She wouldn't. She would spend the rest of her life regretting this moment, hating it, despising everything that it was and the place it had come from. It would make her question who she was, who he was... everything. 

"You have to trust me." 

He said the words, but there was a demon talking in her ear... whispering lies that she couldn't shake. Twin saline trails continued downwards towards the floor. 

"Angel" Aaron whispered, urgent, "can you do that?" 

"Does it matter if she can't?" Daemon echoed, voice taking on the cold sheen as he stood behind the mortal man who was trying so hard to protect what he would eventually have to shatter, "If she doesn't trust you, you'll just fuck her anyways. Because you want to. Because you need to. Either way, her opinion doesn't matter". 

She cringed. 

So did Aaron. Which was a bitter glimpse into a truth neither of them wanted to face... a truth that was written all over Aaron's face. 

Because he would do what it took to keep her alive. Because he placed value in her life, whether she spent it hating him or not. He had to give her a chance... he had to ensure that she got out of here, out of this place, living the way she was supposed to. Not as a slave to this thing that had her in its grasp. 

"Can you trust me?" Aaron repeated, softly, just to her. 

The small girl's eyes skittered up, stomach flipping. The nod that she gave was uncertain because she was still so reluctant... everything in her was fighting against this happening. And as much as she trusted Aaron, as much as she loved him, she was terrified of him in this moment. 

The man dropped his hands from her face, kneeling in front of her. He took her hands into his, eyes taking in every bruise and mark on her skin. 

It wasn't supposed to happen. This was never, ever, supposed to happen.

Angel hiccupped, although she tried to hold it back. 

Although it did, she didn't want to show Aaron how much this killed her inside... because she knew it would make it so much harder for him. She couldn't hurt him... although, really, she had already hurt him in the worst way possible when she had made him susceptible to her 'gift'. But she didn't want this. And she didn't know if she could let him do this to her when everything was screaming to push him away. 

She didn't want to lose him. And this... this was sure to make that happen. 

A snarl cut through the air and Angel cried out as her sprained arm was grabbed harshly and she was dragged off the wall, "Either fuck her or watch me fuck the life out of her, boy". Daemon pulled her up off the floor, slamming her back into the wall. He smirked as the wind was knocked out of her, leaning forward to kiss her breathless lips, "Are you excited, whore? I bet your big brother is". 

Aaron pushed himself up off the ground, "Leave her alone! You'll get what you want, just stop!" 

Lior flinched at the words. You'll get what you want. She wished he wouldn't protect her... that he would run and never look back. But he wouldn't. Because that was never the way he had been... and deep down inside, she knew that he never would be. He would never leave her even if she begged him to. 

Azure eyes turned up to meet bleeding crimson, "Please... Daemon... don't..." flaxen hair fell across her face, "I-I didn't mean to... to mess up. Please..."

The demon chuckled, a breathy note that was dark as it was sadistic, "But you did fuck up. And this is your punishment" he moved out of the way, leaving Angel to stand by her own volition as Aaron made his way to her, "although I bet being the thoughtful hero he is your saintly brother will try to make it gentle on you...maybe you'll even enjoy it. Huh, kid?" 

Aaron's fists were clenched as he listened to the demon speak. He wanted to act - to kill it, the thing that was treating her like that. He could take the verbal spew that was coming from the demons lips. He could shoulder it. But looking at Angel, he knew that every word that this evil thing spoke was chipping away at her. And there wasn't anything he could do to stop it. All he could do was fucking add to it. 

Living without Angel... wasn't living at all. It would be walking death every single day. And it drove him forward. 

Because he couldn't outlive his baby sister. It was his job to protect her... to make sure nothing ever hurt her. To buffer the blows. 

He took a breath. The image of Angel standing there, terrified, completely vulnerable, was not one that would easily leave his mind. Not ever. Aaron exhaled as he closed the bit of distance left between them, placing his hands on the tops of her bare arms, "I love you. Nothing is ever going to change that". Not even something... something so vile and wrong like this.

She flinched as he moved in closer. But she froze when his hand touched her cheek, raising it, before she felt just what she had moments before. Her lips being claimed. Not the harsh, violent action that was usually put towards them... but something timid and soft. 

Because she was breakable to him. And anything more than soft and careful he couldn't do... not to her.

He lifted his hand to touch the side of her face, cupping it gently, while his other hand slipped into hers. He broke from her after a few seconds, every inch of him knowing and feeling how wrong it was. And being forced to act on it... coupled with the fact that they were being watched... was nothing short of nauseating. 

Angel squeezed his hand tightly, eyes fitted shut. She was afraid of any other touch that would come... either from him or from Daemon. Because anywhere other than her hand or her face would just be too intimate... it would make it too real, not that it wasn't already painfully so. 

As if sensing her fear, Daemon settled in behind her. 

Her hand tightened around Aaron's, free hand limp by her side, until she felt cold fingers wrap around it. 




Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 05



"Don't be shy, Angel" Daemon whispered against her ear with a haughty breath, raising the hand that struggled against his, "It's not fair to make poor Aaron do all the work, now is it?" He lifted her hand, fingers in between her own, forcing her hand to splay against Aaron's bare abdomen, "There we go..." 

She felt Aaron's stomach tremble against her touch and it made her blink away tears that were hot against the inside of her eyes, "I-I'm so s-sorry, Aaron, I-I-"

"This isn't your fault" came the instantaneous response before she could continue on any further, "I don't want you to apologize... or feel like you're responsible. You're not. Whatever happens physically... it's exactly that. Bodies don't know the difference that minds do". God, he needed to ease her. He needed to hear that for himself too. Because it was exactly what that thing was going to play off of, he knew it. 

"Believe that if it makes it easier" the demon murmured right under her ear, "Your saintly brother will. It'll make it easier for him to justify when he's enjoying himself, fucking precious little baby sister into the mattress." 

"Don't-" Aaron lifted Lior's face, forced her eyes to meet his, "-listen to that thing. Nothing that it says is true, okay? Just... focus on me". 

It was too hard to do what Aaron asked. Because with Daemon's body pressed up against her back, his hands on her, it was impossible to ignore his presence. And focusing on Aaron, on what he was being forced to do and what would happen, was infinitely more painful.

Aaron swallowed, "Lior..." 

"I don't want to-" she whispered, eyes closed tightly. She felt him move under her hand, "I can't... can't focus on you". 

She would rather focus on the hands behind her, the pain they could inflict, the physical wrath they would implement... because all of that would be easier than accepting the gentle touch, the loving embrace, of the one person who could destroy her with his kindness. 

Daemon chuckled, setting her teeth on edge, "Does that mean you'll focus on me, whore?" He led her hand down till it sat reluctantly on the hem line of Aaron's pajama bottoms, "Flattered... but that wouldn't be much of a punishment, now would it?" 

Angel flinched at the same moment Aaron did. She felt him pull back from her touch only to catch himself a moment later, freezing. His fingers twitched against the bare skin of her hips, 

"Aaron... please..." please don't do this. Please say no. Please... please... 

"Either let him use you, kid, or" he nicked the back of her earlobe, "I'll use him. I'll break him into little, tiny, pieces that you won't be able to scrape off the floor."

She shuddered against hands that migrated further and further down her hips, against hard flesh that was pressed against her backside. Would he hurt her in tandem? Would he take his pound of flesh out of her at the same time Aaron did? She had never wanted to die so badly. She had never wanted something to steal the breath from her lungs, to strike her down, as much as she wanted it right now. 

"Don't take him from me..." she couldn't look at her brother. Not when she said those words. 

Because she knew he was thinking something similar. 

Both of them were so petrified of losing each other that they would put it all out on the line... they would sacrifice anything not to have to face a reality where they were without the other. Even if sanity was that price tag.

Her hand left Aaron's and reluctantly joined the other. 

"Angel..." 

She flinched, but she knew she couldn't stay frozen. She couldn't... couldn't let Aaron bare all this on his own. She couldn't let him be the only one to act... the only one to bare the guilt of what was happening right now. "Just..." she whispered, leaning up on her tip toes so she'd be able to reach him. Her lips fluttered across his, brushing them as if she were afraid he'd come at her for the depravity of the action, "...let's... just..." 

She couldn't get the words out. 

Because there was no such thing as 'let's just do it'. It would never mean that little that they could. 

Daemon's presence retreated from behind her, and she knew, right then, that he was content just to watch. To get off on the humiliation, the torture, that he was forcing them to inflict on each other. At least for now. She tried not to look at him... tried not to focus on cruel crimson eyes that watched so expectantly. But if she didn't focus on him... it left her to focus on Aaron. 

She just... couldn't. 

She bit back her breath, nudging her lips against his. 

For the first few pecks, he didn't respond. He couldn't come to term with the fact that Angel, his baby sister, was doing something like this. And he knew why she was... and he didn't want her to. He didn't want for her to try and make him feel better about what was happening- what was yet to come. When he did finally get up the willpower to respond he cut the kiss short, looking at her, "Don't do that". 

She flinched, eyes turning up to his. 

"You don't have to" he whispered, resting his hands against hers, "you don't have to protect me, alright?" 

Lior trembled, "I'm..." He knew her too well. She didn't even have to speak for him to understand what she was trying to do. And the fact that he had picked up on it, had spoken against it, just made her feel... so much worse. So much more helpless. "I just..." 

Aaron leaned down, kissed her chin, "I know." He kissed her bottom lip, trying to acclimate despite himself. He needed... he needed to be strong. He needed to do this in order to get his baby sister out of here alive. Aaron closed his eyes before taking a step into her, closing the small distance, and bringing her lips into a full kiss. 

Angel stepped back, shoulders connecting with the wall... but he didn't allow that to separate them. He followed her, holding hands that were clenching tight enough to kill circulation, knowing that there wasn't a chance he could make this okay for her... no matter how gentle he tried to be, or how much time he took. 

He pressed his body against hers, her slight frame caught between him and the wall. He then moved her hands, moved them away from where they were perched and out the space beside her. 

When his hands went to her hips, touching the little bit of material that was there, hers tried to come back... but he quickly caught them and pressed them back against the wall. "Don't fight me". That would only make it worse. It would make it so much worse if he had to physically force her to do this... if he had to restrain her. 

Because he would have to. He would have to if it meant she got out of here. 

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes that were filled with fear and shame.

"Turn around, Angel". 

Blue eyes flickered up. 

Aaron's lips were tight, his gaze conflicted. His hands moved away from hers, moving back to settle on her hips, "Turn around". 

"He really does want to take you like an animal, whore" Daemon cooed, enjoyment permeating his voice, watching as her eyes flickered with fear. 

"Fuck off" Aaron ground out, forcing himself to keep his gaze focussed. 

That wasn't the reason. It wasn't it at all. 

He was just trying to do what he knew he couldn't - protect her. He didn't want Angel to have to watch this... didn't want her to have to watch him do this to her. And... he couldn't watch her hate him. They wouldn't get through this if that happened... and then he would lose her to that... that thing. 

Aaron looked into blue eyes that were terrified, haunted by what he had just asked, and it almost broke him. His throat tightened and his fingers did the same. A breath escaped his lips, but words were much harder to find, "I don't-" he whispered to her, flattening his palms against her sides, "-want you to have to watch this. Okay?" 

It didn't register to Lior what he was talking about for a moment, her mind spinning too rapidly, but she flinched when she finally did. 

Her fingers bit into the wall. His words made it so much more real... that this wasn't a nightmare that she would wake up from. 

This was Aaron... telling her to turn around... so that he could- 

Bile burned her throat as she swallowed it back, legs trembling. They were already threatening to fail. 

Aaron watched her, unable to tear his eyes away from her. All he wanted to do was sooth her, to explain, to get her out of here... but without knowing where that demon was, without being able to touch it, he didn't stand a prayer of doing any of that. Not without doing this first. 

The guttural snarl of an impatient Daemon watching from not too far away propelled her to move, using her good wrist to push herself off the wall with all the will she could muster. Her eyes were hidden behind white-blond strands that had fallen over them, and she forced her body to shift mechanically, turning to face the wall. 

Aaron paused, before taking a step back. 

"Are you giving up on her, boy?" came the lustful question, curious as it was irritated.

There was a very pregnant pause. 

Aaron's hands left her hip, "...let me...let get things to make this easier on her". 

Angel tightened, pressing her forehead against the wall. 

"You think there are such things?" Daemon asked, amusement dripping from every word, "That's very optimistic of you, Hero. Very optimistic and very fucking stupid". A chuckle passed lips, bouncing off walls in the quietness of the room, "But who am I to get in the way of how you want to fuck your little sister, hm?" 

Aaron's body tensed, fists clenched down by his sides, "Is that a yes or a no?" he hissed, anger permeating every inch of him. He'd kill him... no matter what happened, no matter how long it took, he would send this fucker straight to hell where he should have been to start. 

"Hurry back, boy" came the permissive statement, closer than it had been previously.

Angel felt Aaron's presence disappear behind her, which created a simultaneous sense of relief and panic. She went to turn around, to watch for wherever Aaron was going, praying that he would just leave and not come back... but Daemon had other plans. 

She whimpered when his body settled in behind her, hands capturing hers and forcing them to splay out against the wall. 

The demon kissed the back of her neck with fake tenderness, "keep your hands there, whore..." 

Lior braced herself against the wall as best as she could, pressure against her sprained wrist blitzed out by the fear that came from feeling his erection straining against her backside. Her heart felt like it was pounding out of her chest, and she jumped when she felt his hands reappear on her thighs. 

He ground himself into her ass, slowly, leisurely, letting her feel every inch of it as it pressed against the flimsy material she was still wearing, "I think he wants to lube you up before he fucks you" his fingers hooked into the sides of her panties, slowly starting to pull them down her legs, "isn't that sweet, kid?" 

She squirmed, pressing herself into the wall to get away from him, but he followed her quickly and used the wall to this advantage. No escape. 

His hands moved back up to her ass, squeezing, leaning down to chuckle against her ear, "It's like he thinks you won't be able to take his cock on your own". 

Fingers jerked down her panties, material tearing away from her legs when his clawed fingers went through it. He felt her tighten, squirm, and grind all so deliciously against him as she tried to put distance between them that wasn't there, "but he doesn't know you like I know you..." 

"Please" she hiccupped, shaking, every inch of her vibrating, breaking, "D-don't make him, please..." she shuddered when his lips touched between her shoulder blades, canines dragging across the flesh, "do what you w-want with me... but please... please d-don't..." 

He reached, fingers slipping under the straps of her bra, "This is what I want from you" he pushed them down off her shoulders before moving to the hooks, "You're my whore, Lior - you're mine to do whatever I please with, whenever it suits me, to my satisfaction. Whatever you plead for, whatever you want, will only ever come to you if it's what I want as well. You're mine to break, mine to keep..." he unclipped her bra, pushing it down her shoulders and off her body, leaving her completely bare before him, "...and mine to share. And you better fucking learn that if you want to keep them alive". 

She shuddered as he dragged his fingertips down her back, spidering them across her bare stomach. 

"You want to keep them safe" he placed his foot between her legs, kicking them apart, "and I will only want that as long as you continue to satiate my every need" he brushed her hair away from her shoulder, eyes appraising the long clean lines of her back, "my every desire". 

The placement of his hands on her inner thighs, the ones that wouldn't stop shaking, made her recoil. She braced herself harshly, tears hot against her eyes as his breath kissed scalded her neck. 

"And what I desire right now..." he chuckled, a crucifying sound against the silence as nails traced morbid patterns against her skin, "...is for you to let your precious big brother fuck you until he cums". 

Angel shook her head, gripped the wall, "No..." 

"Yes" Daemon murmured, "We're already half way there, Lior... you would have noticed that if you were paying attention". 

Her heart stopped, "W-what do you-?" 

She was cut off. His presence disappeared from behind her, the coldness leaving a chill against her skin... but it didn't last long. Because the coldness of his fleshless body was replaced by the warmth of a human one... a body that pressed up against her just as intimately. And by the hardness pressed against her... in the same state of arousal. 

Angel moved to spin around, petrified, moved by terror that infused itself in her bones. 

But familiar hands prevented it, capturing her wrists, pinning them out to her sides.

He was holding her down. He was preventing her from struggling, from getting away. 

His warmth, his familiar presence, the touch of his hand. 

She knew it was him. There was no mistaking it, no passing it off. 

"No, Aaron, please" she begged, whimpered, struggling rashly. She had been so focussed on Daemon that she hadn't heard him come back into the room. Hadn't noticed if he had entered back into the room in this state, or if he had just done it now. But she felt his erection against her now, felt the slippery latex he had covered it with, pressing against her backside, "p-please, please, please, god, d-don't-"

She struggled. Despite knowing the consequences, despite everything that Daemon had warned her off, she couldn't stop herself. 

There was a moment where he stepped back and allowed for her to do the same. But it was the same moment that Daemon moved in front of her, placing himself between her and the wall, and capturing her hands with his own. He brought them down to his chest, so that she could brace against it. 

"D-don't do this to me, please" she pleaded, thrashing when her hips were adjusted by Aaron's hands... and even more when her legs were, once again, kicked apart by the demon in front of her, "P-please, Aaron-"

Oh, the demon was loving it... every single moment he relished, watching the boy over her shoulder struggle with the decision he had already mentally made. 

There was no doubt that her saintly brother had left the room not only to make it easier on her with his preparations... but so he could jack himself off to get ready. 

Daemon knew that when Aaron imagined her, she was never crying. She was never begging for him to stop, never struggling against him. She was never terrified. 

No, in the boy's mind, she enjoyed it despite knowing that she shouldn't. She felt guilt from wanting him, something he projected onto her because it was what burned inside his own core. In his own mind he reassured her, fell into desire that was as forbidden as his own... it was reciprocal. It was shared. It was love. 

Oh, but this wasn't the boy's dreams. This was reality. And in reality, precious Lior was a truly broken soul that would only become more so after she was violated by the person she loved most in this world. In reality, Aaron never would have laid a finger on her. 

It was why he had to retreat... so that he could jack himself off to his own thoughts, his own fantasies, without her real self present. 

And Daemon would be right there to witness the break. He would be right there to hold her body as Aaron fucked the resistance right out of her. 

Angel struggled more than she ever had when she felt him adjust... when she felt him maneuver himself behind her small frame,

"Angel... please... you have to stop" came Aaron's strained voice, tight, uncoiling, "I-" a shaky breath left his lips, "I don't want to hurt you more than I have to". 

His voice made everything more real. Just like watching him do this to her would have. But that didn't mean that it wasn't real, and terrifying, right now. Her heart hurt it was pounding so hard at her chest. Her mind screamed. She would have vomited if there was anything present in her stomach. Acid burned at her throat, fingers clenching into the chest of the demon in front of her, as his erection nestled into her from behind... stopping when he got to her entrance. 

Daemon tilted her chin up, gazing into eyes stricken and helpless, pressing a tender kiss to her trembling lips. If she had not been so distracted, she could have used her free hand to attempt an escape. 

But she didn't get the chance. 

Not when Aaron pushed into her from behind, pushing through resistance he found, the force shoving her against the demon without him even knowing. 

The cry she released into the air was agonized. It was a sound coated with heart break, betrayal, futility... pain. Pain in its most pure form. 

Daemon prohibited her squirming by pulling her further into himself, limiting her frantic attempts to escape from the white hot pain that must have been gripping her so tightly. And with it, he felt her tears. He felt them hot against his chest that she was burying herself into, an unconscious act that fed into his sadism. 

"I-it h-hurts, p-please... a-ah-" 

"How does it feel to be inside of her, boy?" 

Daemon cooed, enjoying the way she clawed at his chest in order to ground herself. It almost surpassed seeing the torture written all over saintly Aaron's face... the struggle for him to not to give into the temptations of his feeble human body, "She's molten on the inside, isn't she? Grips at your cock like a fucking vice..." 

"Shut. Up" Aaron hissed, voice a low guttural tremor.

"Keep going then" Daemon responded, watching the conflict grow even greater in his eyes. He let the boy have his few moments of reckoning... and that was all it really took. Because the boy knew what the consequence was of him not continuing. Time and circumstance would only help him to overthink his actions to the point that it would hinder him physically. Which would make him unable to carry out the task before him. It would mean failing to protect her. 

Aaron placed his hands on her hips. The way they touched down on her was soft, tender, an apology for what was to follow. 

Her nails bit down into Daemon's chest as Aaron began his agonizing pace of deep slow thrusts. It didn't matter that he was using lubrication... it was so far beyond the point of physical pain. 

Each thrust took a piece of her, wrecked memories that she had once sought out for stability. 

"Please..." she whimpered, voice broken. 

His eyes were closed as he pushed himself again and again inside of her, physical body moving forward while his mind willed him to stop. But his mind also reminded him of why... of why he had to do this... of why he had to hurt her so badly. And that spurred him, reluctantly, on. 




Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 05



Daemon felt every thrust. Every time Aaron would bury himself inside of her, he pushed her body into his. He felt every shudder of pain, every ounce of resentment, every shard of her that broke off. It made her body pliable enough for him to move her hand down, away from his chest, to his throbbing cock that twitched at her touch. 

Angel couldn't focus on anything that wasn't what was happening behind her.

Each thrust caused shooting, relentless, agony. She would have done anything to separate from it... to get away. But she couldn't. She was trapped. And her only means of escape was to dissociate... to let Daemon do what he wanted, to let Aaron do the same, so that she could focus on being anywhere but here. 

Daemon guided her hand with his own, forcing her to pump his weeping erection in time with each of Aaron's thrusts. A guttural sound left his lips, "There we go, whore..." 

She whimpered when Aaron's speed picked up, pelvis hitting her backside more aggressively now. She tried not to think about why he wasn't losing his erection... tried telling herself everything. Because she knew Aaron was right... bodies didn't know the difference. But... but... 

But minds did. 

She let Daemon have control of her hand, too preoccupied with the contents of her own head. Too preoccupied trying to keep herself standing. 

Her sprained wrist was still pressed into the demon's chest, the majority of her weight on him now. Her forehead was pressed against it too, each sound of pain that escaped being absorbed into him. 

Her heat was gripping at Aaron, squeezing around his length, massaging it with each move that he made. It was an unbearable heat, creating wells of anxiety and pleasure that went hand and hand together. Inside himself he could feel it coiling, tightly, and he fought to keep it at bay. At the same time he wanted it to be over for her... he didn't want to drag this out, didn't want to keep ripping his little sister apart like he knew he was doing now. 

Angel bit into her bottom lip, "A-ah..." 

Daemon free hand travelled upward, entangling in long locks of white-blond hair, "I think big brother is going to cum soon, whore... you're making him feel so damn good. But then, you can feel that can't you?" 

She clenched, which dragged a breathy sound from Aaron's lips as he felt the contraction. 

Crimson eyes glowed, "You can feel every inch". 

As he spoke, he maneuvered her hand to move faster, thrusting into the tight hollow that her first created. 

Daemon watched Aaron over her shoulder, watching the boy as he struggled with what to do... what he felt... his own disgust. But the demon knew it wouldn't matter. The boy was a weak thing that would give into his urges... after all, he was already on his way.  

Aaron was gripping her hips more tightly now, perspiration slicking his body from the heat that was building. There was heat that built behind his eyes, wet heat, his guilt ridden mind disgusted by the betrayal of his body that continued to serve itself.  

Angel winced when her hips were drawn back with each thrust, allowing for each one of them to be deeper than the last. God, she wanted it to be over... she just... wanted to go to sleep and never wake up again. Or wake up and find that all of this, especially this, was just some crazy induced nightmare.

Daemon thrust into her small hand, groaning when her thumb brushed against the swollen head that became sticky with precum. An aroused look of enjoyment was written all over his face. 

Oh, it wouldn't take long now... not for him, and not for the boy. In fact, given the way saintly big brother was pounding into her, fucking her like a mutt taking his bitch, bruising her hips with that grasp... 

Aaron's lips parted, slowing down enough to punctuate three final long, deep, thrusts. On the third a moan ripped from his lips, his fingers bared down on her hips, and his orgasm tore through him like a tidal wave. In that moment, it was primal and satisfied ecstasy that knew no familial bounds. He jerked inside of her, pumping his hips unconsciously to stay buried within her heat as he came. 

And at the same moment that Lior felt Aaron reach his own peak, the spurt of hot sticky fluid against her stomach reminded her (as if she could have ever forgotten) that there had been another man using her body as well. The guttural snarl he let loose travelled down her spine, and her hand, led by Daemon's own, continued to pump his shaft until every last drop was painted across her body. 

So dirty. So, so dirty. 

Angel wanted to take her skin off, wanted to be rid of it, wanted to do the same with her brain. 

Tears had made her face completely damp, her world spinning. Her hands were freed and they dropped, and when she felt Aaron pull out of her after what seemed like an eternity... she had nothing left to stand on. 

She fell. 

She crumpled onto the ground, curling into herself, trembling like a lone leaf in the wind. She fought violently when hands, warm hands, touched her shoulders in what once would have been a manner she found comfort in. 

But not anymore. 

Not with what had happened burned so fresh in her mind. Not with the reminders of it still painted on her skin. 

"I'm so sorry, Angel..." 

His voice seemed so lost, so far away from her.

It caused Lior to flinch, to buckle in, to fear that something else was coming. 

Blue eyes were clenched shut, refusing to view Aaron, his shaking body, his trembling shoulders. All she could hear was his voice, more pained than she had ever heard it, begging for forgiveness that she couldn't give him. 

"I love you, I'm so sorry..."



Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 06



She whimpered as the man touched her hair, his fingers sliding down the curvature of her neck until they met with her shoulder. The touch was hot, intimate, and completely wicked. She would have moved if it were not for the bindings that had her firmly fastened to the bed. She would have cried out, screamed, if there wasn't something in her mouth, preventing it. 

Her arms were fastened above her head, immobilized by the same leather fastening that encircled her ankles. She watched the demon above her as he moved with sinful intent, his motions increasingly provocative as he dragged his fingertips back up to caress silken locks of hair. 

The bound girl protested, squirmed, trying to break free from the binds that prevented her from resisting. She looked up at the demon, blue eyes thick with tears, begging wordlessly to be released. 

Her captor leaned down from his straddling position, pressing a soft kiss against her parted lips. He slid his hand down, in between the small girl's legs, fingers rubbing a circular pattern over the sensitive bud nestled between her folds. 

He hummed against her soft lips as another whimper escaped them, "Will you moan louder if I fuck your clit with my tongue?" 

A muffled cry was coupled with shaking of Lior's head, long tresses flying around her head as she did so. She tried to ignore the fingers that drew soft circles against her clit, clenching her legs shut. It only served to make her more sensitive and heighten the pleasure that coursed through her petite frame. 

The dominant licked the shell of the smaller's ear, canines skimming the lobe and pulling at it teasingly, "C'mon, Lior, tell me. Will you cum harder if I fuck you with my tongue? What about if I finger your tight little pussy while I eat you out? How hard will you cum then?" He dipped her fingers a little lower, wetting them, "You're so fucking wet, whore... you're little pussy is just begging to be fucked." 

Lior vehemently shook her head. 

"Feel that? Feel your little pussy clenching as I rub your little nub with my fingers? Just wait till my tongue gets there. I'm gonna make you cum so fucking hard in front of all these people - I'm gonna make you fuck my tongue in front of all of them."

Angel struggled rashly, lithe body contorting helplessly as her heart pounded. She strained upwards, legs shaking tumultuously with the hand that was still between them. 

"And then right when you start to cum... when this tight little body is contracting in pleasure..." he smirked, watching the fear flicker across her eyes, "I'm gonna slam my cock into you". To emphasize his point he slipped two fingers inside of her roughly, watching as she tried to break free only to be put at the mercy of her binds. 

Tears leaked down her cheeks, head thrashing from side to side. 

There was a tightening in her stomach... something familiar and completely unwanted. It burned her... scorched her skin. And it coiled inside of her, building up like water behind a floodgate. 

"That's it, whore... that feels nice, doesn't it?" 

She whimpered as he speared her over and over again with slow languid draws of his long fingers. 

"You like having my fingers push deep inside of you" he curled his knuckles, taking pleasure in how that little body writhed under his touch, "naughty girl... now spread your legs. Show everyone how wet that tight little pussy is". 

Lior shook her head, cheeks on fire. The bindings already prevented her from closing her legs as tight as she would have if they had been free. And she couldn't do it... she couldn't stand the shame that would come from having strangers look at the most intimate part of her. 

"Spread them" he growled lowly, slamming his fingers into her roughly and watching her flinch in respite, "don't make me ask again. Or maybe you'd like to show them something else?" he leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear and letting his canines trace the sensitive flesh, "like me wedging into that tight virgin ass..."

She cried out into the gag in her mouth, eyes clenched shut, shaking violently. 

The threat had due affect, though. Because Daemon felt the pliability in her legs, enough that he was able to push them open with hardly a fuss this time around. 

He smirked, spreading them wide so that every bit of her was exposed. The tiny little hole, the throbbing clit, the juices that glistened across her lips.

Cat calls and derogatory shouts from the onlookers swarmed the room they were in. 

Daemon licked his lips, "Does that make you wet, whore? Thinking about me taking that little virgin ass of yours?" he slipped his hand down, index finger slipping between the folds of her labia to stroke the bud that was there, "I bet it does. I could lube myself up with your pussy juice and fuck you so hard... I could open that tight little hole right up..." 

Angel thrashed as she felt his erection against her inner thigh, panic overwhelming any embarrassment. She tried to twist her body away from his hand, but it was firmly planted between the apex of her legs. Meanwhile, his words kept coming, creating vivid pictures in her head of the horrors to come. 

"Flip you over... spread you nice and wide..."one of his fingers slipped back further, and he grinned at the frantic reaction that followed immediately, "then slide into you nice and slow, letting you feel every inch..."

She whimpered and cried out desperately into her gag, trying to close her legs and curl them up towards herself... of course, it didn't work. Not when every motion was being hindered by the straps around her wrists and ankles and the demon between her legs. 

She didn't know why she was here, or how she had gotten into this position, but all those things didn't matter right now. What mattered was the looming threat above her... the look of guttural lust burning behind crimson eyes. 

Daemon leaned down and grabbed her ass purposefully, feeling her tighten under his hand and lift her hips in an attempt to put distance between them. It only served to drive her pelvis up against him though, brushing against his weeping erection. 

He smirked, nipping her ear, "It'll feel like I'm tearing you apart, kid. But it'll feel like fuckin' heaven to me..." 

Angel tilted her head away, a fresh wave of tears coming as fear built higher and higher. She couldn't even beg for him to stop. She couldn't even offer him anything in exchange... although he had made it pretty damn clear that he was just going to take whatever he wanted anyways. But god, she was terrified. 

After everything that he had done, after all the time he had been here, the fear had not gone down a single ounce. If anything, it had grown... because he was demanding more and more from her every single time. Even when she thought there was nothing left, he found some pocket of herself to take. 

Daemon pushed long strands of hair out of her face with his free hand, the muscles in his shoulders and arms straining as he then shifted his weight onto them. He adjusted himself so his throbbing cock was pressed against the entrance to her slick opening, feeling her body bare down in reaction to his change in position. 

Lior clenched her eyes shut. 

"Look at me" his voice was sharp, an order laced with primal arousal. A demand. A threat. 

Frightened azure orbs slid back open resentfully. 

"Good girl" he rocked his hips teasingly, the tip of his erection sliding up and down that little wet hole that he knew would greedily suck him in, "make sure you moan nice and loud so everyone can hear you... or we'll have to do this all over again". 

He slammed into her suddenly, roughly, without remorse or thought. 

And Angel screamed. 

Screamed so loudly, in fact, that the world went completely dark... and the pain disintegrated as quickly as it had come. 

----

Angel's eyes shot open, rolling straight off her bead and onto the floor in a flurry of sheets and blankets. The oversized tee she was wearing was soaked. And as she pushed herself onto her hands and knees, taking deep breath after deep breath, she felt the tears still warm on her cheeks. 

The dream was so fresh and vivid... and it made her look around, petrified that Daemon would be there just like he had been in her nightmare. 

He wasn't. Not that she could see, anyways. Or feel. 

It took her a good minute to calm her breathing, and another to pick herself up off the ground to turn the lights on. 

Her fingers pushed through the bangs that were plastered against her forehead before wiping her palms on her pajama pants. 

God, what was wrong with her? She just wanted, for once, not to be plagued with these nightmares... all she wanted was a moment of peace. But she couldn't even have that in her dreams. 

And now she was awake. God only knew she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep considering it was a miracle she had gotten there to begin with. She had passed out from the sheer exhaustion of staying up. From night after night of waiting for something to happen. For everything to go even further down into this hellish pit of misery. Because there was no easy way to get to sleep when a demon owned her life... not when she expected him to appear at any moment. 

Every night he killed her... and he didn't even have to be in the same room. Because he was somewhere worse. 

Her mind. 

There was literally no escape from someone she couldn't stop thinking about. Every bit of her life was consumed with how she would deal with the next encounter, preparing for the next blow, the next act of degradation. She had to think about her family, how to keep them alive. She had to think about Aaron... about keeping him safe, and sane, after what had happened while simultaneously being petrified to go near him. She had to think about keeping Daemon happy... if he even felt such a thing. 

Bare feet were silent as they hit the floor, yet every step to sounded, to her, like an anchor hitting the ground. 

She was thirsty. She had hardly felt like eating or drinking at all except when she left the house... then something resembling her appetite came back. It was never for long though. And never for very much. It was astounding how easily a turn of thought could put her off of whatever she was eating. 

Lior peaked out the door before making her way down the hallway and descending down the stairs. And when her feet touched down on the hardwood she wasted no time in moving towards the kitchen. Dawdling was something she felt like she shouldn't do... even if she was alone for the moment. 

Glass in hand, she quietly turned on the tap and filled her cup. 

She was trying to think of ways to get back to sleep. She had even been thinking about sleeping pills, the ones that her mom took sometimes, but was terrified of what could happen if she wasn't alert. Funny, considering she was terrified that way too. 

Angel placed her empty glass in the sink, anxiety gnawing at her stomach as she went to go back up the stairs. 

Except...

Except it was different this time. 

Because when she passed the living room, it wasn't empty like it had been before. There was a presence. A clear one, a physical one, sitting languidly on the couch nearest the coffee table.

Lior froze on the spot, tensing, heart leaping up to lodge into her throat before it dropped like a cannonball against her rib cage. 

Daemon. 

Oh god... oh god, why... he was never usually around at this time of night. 

"That was fast, kid" the corner of Daemon's mouth tugged up as he watched her. His eyes trailed across her body but seemed content to linger on nervous azure eyes, "It's almost like you have somewhere to be." 

"Bed" she whispered back quickly, voice tight, "just bed. I swear". 

Daemon smirked at the quickness of her answer and how fast she was to defend herself, "Is that right?" crimson eyes burned against hers, a moment of pause settling between them, "come here". 

She moved immediately. 

The hesitation that had once come before every command he issued had starting waning significantly. But that was because his patience had grown thinner since she had gotten more time to... acclimate herself... to his presence. His expectation of her was higher now. And the price of failing that expectation, as always, was far too high for her to stumble. 

Angel stood completely still in front of his sitting frame. God, even when she was standing taller than him she didn't feel any more secure. 

Her teeth latched into her cheek, and she couldn't restrain the half-flinch that came as he stood to be directly in front of her. When his hand came up, tilting her chin so they were face-to-face, she barely stopped from wincing at the touch of his fingers. 

"That's a good girl" he whispered, leaning in to breathe in her scent. There was something... on it. Something he was very familiar with. He cocked his head, hand slipping up to rest on her hip through her clothes, "Although I think you're lying about bed. I can smell what you were doing up there". 

Lior was legitimately confused by the statement but was instantly thrown into panic by the fact that he thought she was lying, "N-no, I was sleeping. Honest, I was." He could smell what she had been doing? What did that even mean? Unless... 

Oh god. Oh god, oh god, the dream. 

Had it done something to her? Had it made her smell like she was arou-

"It doesn't smell like you were sleeping..." Daemon cooed, slipping a hand under her waistband to the front of her panties. Which were damp. Oh, he had her now, "It doesn't feel like it either". 

Angel couldn't help but shirk back against the hand that was inside of her pajama bottoms, looking up at him quickly, fear showing through in liquid spades, "I... I..." she clenched her eyes shut, hating her body for doing such a thing to her when he was right here, "It- it was a dream. I couldn't-" her voice dropped to a whisper, barely even there, "-help it".

Crimson eyes glowed eerily in the dark of the night, smirk tugging at his lips, "Of course you couldn't..." He stepped around her, circling, like a predator stalking his prey. When he slipped his arm around her waist, he felt the trembling of her body that she was trying so hard to conceal from him, "Your subconsciousness just wants what it wants... and your body, well, it's always been rather traitorous, hasn't it?" 

He was playing with her now, enjoying her squirm as she tried to get herself out the corner that her dream had just backed her into. 

"Please, Daemon..." her voice was small, almost apologetic as he held her closely from behind. 

His lips brushed against her ear, "I haven't done anything, kid. I'm just curious-" his free hand moved upwards, brushing the hair away from her neck so he had access to the marked up skin hidden beneath, "-as to who you were dreaming about that got you into such a state".

Lior took in a shuddered breath as his lips trailed across her shoulder, "I-" she paused right as the lie was about to slip from her mouth. She was about to say that she couldn't remember. She was about to say anything that would have let her potentially avoid admitting her dream. But she was stopped by the sudden impact of her predicament... what would happen if he knew she was lying. 

God, he would hurt her... he would hurt her family... 

"You what?" he asked softly, his voice all the threat she needed in order to be persuaded to do what she really didn't want to. 

She opened her eyes half-way, arm coming up to rest on top of the one that was wrapped around her waist, "I was dreaming-" she whispered, shame clear across her face as the words tried to make their way out. Eventually they did, slow and tar-like as they bubbled forth, "-about... about you".

A silence permeated the air that she wasn't expecting. There was no sadistic laughter, no roaming hands, no sound of him even moving. 

It set her completely on edge. 

When he turned her around she almost lost her balance and went straight into his chest. Her hands came up reflexively but he caught them before they made contact. 

Blue eyes connected with crimson for a long moment, and she fought not to look away from them like she usually did. 

Daemon placed her hands down onto his bare abdomen, ensuring that they would stay there before he moved his own away. One slipped upwards, cupping her cheek in an act that could have been construed as tender... if not for everything that had happened in the very recent past. 

Lior felt a shiver go down her spine, and finally she had to look away from his gaze. Her teeth latched onto her bottom lip, waiting for the punishment or the mocking tone that she knew would be coming. 

His thumb brushed against her lips, forcing her teeth away from the flesh, "Don't bite. That's my job". 

The pit in her stomach grew larger, painfully aware of each bruise that showed just how much of a truth he had told. She had to physically stop her hand from going up to her neck to touch the set of prints that were more than likely to become scars now. 

"Tell me what you know about me, kid."

Her eyes turned up, shocked by the request. 

His crimson orbs held steady. 

Soft lips parted before closing again. She didn't understand what he was doing... why he wanted to know such a thing, or why he would care. And the uncertainty drove her towards silence, not wanting to risk saying something wrong. 

"Did I stutter?" he asked, his voice a note sharper.

Lior felt her pulse quicken, urging her to react, "I-I'm sorry" she apologized quickly, not wanting to incite his wrath any more than she already had. She looked off slightly when his hand slipped down to crook of her neck, uncharacteristically soft against her skin. 

She took a breath, "Your name is Daemon Vertik. And... and you lived in this house back in the 40's and 50's. You were the main reason Trinity Cove took off". Of course she had looked into him... not that there was much to look into. The archives were limited, and what was available was notoriously vague thanks to the control Daemon had established while he was alive. There was hardly anything in the paper, and there wasn't even a government piece of ID to show that he was a real person... 

Daemon had been the epitome of a living legend when he was alive. And now he was a legendary demon haunting her from the depths of hell. 

"What else?" he asked, his other hand resting on her clothed hip and pulling her closer to him. 

Lior forced herself not to stutter under his continued proximity, "They say... that you were a criminal" she gave a small pause, "an assassin. But... I don't know if that's true or not."

Daemon chuckled softly, "Hard to believe, isn't it?" 

She withheld the shiver that trailed down her form. Of course it was true. Only someone truly heinous in their actual life could come back as something this terrible in death. Her breath hitched before she continued, "...someone lived here with you. A woman."

The air seemed to get thicker. 

Lior didn't know whether or not to keep going, so she stopped. It obviously wasn't the right move, as Daemon's fingers quickly tightened against her body in warning. 

"And what do you know about that woman?" His voice, although remaining steady, had dropped an octave and had infected his speech with something harsh... almost bitter. 

Angel bit into the side of her cheek, heart beat quickening, "I-I don't know a lot. Just that she lived here with you... and that... people say that she..." 

"Say that she what?" Daemon growled. 

A deep breath, blue eyes closing, "...killed you". 

There was a moment or two that passed where no word was spoken. There was only thick and unyielding silence that made Lior regret what she had just said. The regret swelled when he chuckled, but not the kind of chuckle that denoted amusement. It was irritated. Bitter. Betrayed. 




Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 06



"Put a hole right between my eyes". 

When her face was tilted up, she knew to open her eyes. 

Crimson orbs were bright in the darkness of the room, "I should have done away with her the moment she came..." he cocked his head very slightly, "but even I was prone to foolish mortal ways back then". 

Angel didn't know where to put her eyes. Keeping contact with him was too difficult... it was an action in direct conflict with her nature. She didn't dare move her hands from where they were, though. Not when she could barely manage to keep her breathing and thundering heart under control. 

A clawed finger trailed down her cheek, then down the delicate line of her throat, "She damned me to this place when she stole my life." The digit found its way to the hem of her shirt, tracing the collarbone that appeared just above it, "and she made sure to tell me that I would never feel a heart, or a hand, against me again. That this misery was mine to bare - and that it would be mine alone".

Her hand tightened against his abdomen when he leaned in, his breath cool against her cheek.

Daemon took her hand, bringing it to his lips and nipping at the pads of her fingers almost-softly, "She must not have accounted for you". 

Angel winced when his canines nicked her fingertips hard enough to draw blood. She barely refrained from pulling away, although she couldn't stop the way her body had started to tremble under his touch. 

She didn't understand why he was doing this... asking her such strange things, talking to her like this, touching her just enough to set her on edge. She knew that he hadn't forgotten about her dream... that he wouldn't just let it slide. And now she was left feeling like every word was a trap. That something was coming that just hadn't arrived yet. 

"Always so tense, Angel..." he lapped at her bloody finger softly, although his eyes never left hers, "I thought you would enjoy a more personal touch. You seem like the type". 

His lips stung her finger with each swipe, but just as quickly as the touch came, it left. 

Blue eyes followed him as he pulled away slowly, retreating only until he was able to take a seat on the couch once more. Her hands dropped, teeth latching into her cheek. 

"Take those off" he told her, eyes on her pajama bottoms, voice a tempered sound compared to the threatening snarl it usually was.

Her teeth really sunk in, allowing her to taste copper in her mouth. The one command caused an internal frost to take place inside of her, but she knew that nothing would numb what would happen no matter how much she begged. There were only things that she could do to, potentially, make it mildly less bad... and one of those things was complying with orders the first time around. 

Any time Daemon had to repeat himself, she paid for it later in scars... mental and physical. Which was why, even though her insides were a frozen block, her fingers moved to push the material down her hips until they were nothing but a pile on the floor. 

"Straddle me". 

She hesitated. She knew that he saw it the moment it happened, but she still forced herself to work past it. She forced herself to move forward, feet silent, until she was standing right in front of where he was sitting. 

Her hand, the one with the sprain and the bleeding finger, came to rest on his shoulder as she climbed onto his lap, using it to steady herself. All the while she was completely aware of every inch of him... of how his crimson eyes betrayed the softness of the motions he was going through. 

Daemon moved her free hand to his other shoulder, leaning down enough to seat himself against the back rest. It also moved her right against his groin, the clothed hardness pressing right into the apex of her thighs. 

Crimson eyes watched her every reaction, "So nervous..." 

Lior felt the tremor run through her entire being. The knot in her stomach was twisting to an almost unbearable extent, the potential of what could happen driving up her level of fear. She didn't speak because she was afraid to say the wrong thing and make it worse. 

It only ever seemed to get worse. 

"Tell me how I feel to you". 

She bit into her cheek. She hated when he asked her things. Hated that, when he did, it felt like he was leading her into a trap. Her fingers twitched on his shoulders as she debated what to say... how to say it. 

In the end, her lips parted and only a single word passed through: "Cold". 

He cocked his head. 

Her hands fell down to his chest, resting on the bare skin, "...angry". She didn't know why... but in the quietness of this moment she expected to be able to feel a heartbeat. But there wasn't one. There never was. 

Blue eyes fell, white-blond hair falling across her face, "...real". The words were whispers when she spoke them, private things just for his ears, "you feel real to me..." 

Daemon let the pad of his clawed thumb brush her bottom lip, "I am real". He leaned up, letting his lips ghost across where his thumb had just been. There was no breath for her to feel, but his body was there. There was weight to it. It had form and function... all things which his little whore knew and feared. 

Lior resisted the urge to push against his chest when he came forward, as well as the desire to pull back from his mouth. Her breath hitched when his lips lingered against her own for a long moment before pulling back slightly. The question came slowly, fearfully, and because of that she had no idea how it had actually managed to slip out, "What... do I feel like?"

He looked at her, eyes searing. 

Angel instantly averted her gaze, feeling as if she had made a huge mistake. It wasn't her place. She shouldn't have asked. Her body tightened in response, subconsciously already expecting the punishment for speaking out of turn. 

His hand cupped her neck, while the other trailed down to her side. It slid underneath her shirt, resting on her bare hip, "Warm". 

She looked up.

"And so fragile..." He leaned in until his lips came into contact with her ear, "You feel like life". 

Lior latched onto her bottom lip as his fingers hooked into her panties, ripping them down the sides in one quick jarring motion. She buried his face into his shoulder instantly. It was the only thing she could do to stop herself from flinching. 

"I want to feel that" he murmured, pushing away the ripped material from her hips. 

She felt her breath hitch, something about the way he said that causing her entire body to feel on edge. 

His other hand moved up, fingers running through her soft waves of hair. The action was soft, tender, enough so that he felt her pause under the touch. She may have even, for the briefest of moments, been drawn towards it. But he couldn't punish her for that... after all the ways she had been broken, she wouldn't have truly been human if she didn't start to crave the tenderness to even out the cruelty. She wanted his approval. Even if it was only because of what she feared would happen if she didn't have it. 

Lior bit into her cheek, trying to quell her nerves despite what she was feeling. He was stripping away her clothes, but it wasn't the violent act it usually was. And the way that he stroked her hair could have been nice if her stomach wasn't turning so uncontrollably. 

There was so little available space between him and her... and the only clothing separating them was her top and his bottoms, not enough to make her anywhere near comfortable. 

"Look at me". 

Blue eyes turned up instantly, crimson bleeding into her own. 

He fingers trailed from her hair, thumb dragging across her lips, "Kiss me". 

Insecurity flashed through her eyes so fast that there was no hope for her to even try and contain it. 

She shifted, "I..." Her stomach twisted violently. It shouldn't have been this hard. She had kissed... kissed him, kissed Aaron... but god, she regretted those things. They had been acts of force, not ones of intimacy... like they were supposed to be. 

What was this supposed to be? What was it supposed to do? 

"You know how I feel about repeating myself." 

She did flinch from that. Her teeth let go of her cheek, "I'm sorry". 

Daemon felt her shift closer to him. He felt the warmth of her body settle against his own, felt her chest brush against his as she moved in inch by inch. 

Angel's heart beat quickly against her chest as she pressed her lips against his, hesitant in her delivery of such a thing. She moved back after a moment, insecurity causing her to second guess herself. What was it supposed to be like? What did he want it to be like? She was so used to him being the initiator, the one who led and commanded and took, but he wasn't doing that now. 

He was letting her lead... at least, he was in this moment. She knew that it was only a temporary allowance.

Daemon shifted, and there might have been words of disapproval that he meant to speak following that quick half-assed commencement of what he had asked. 

Her leaning in to kiss him again, this time more firmly, stopped that progression in its tracks. 

This time, her eyes slipped closed as she held him there in a kiss. Her lips nudged against his after a moment, heart thundering as they did, trying not to let her insecurity shine through for a second time. He wanted her to kiss him. And knowing what she did of Daemon, a quick peck on the lips was just not going to do. Whether she knew what she was doing or not, he would expect more from her... he always did. 

Daemon's hands settled on her hips, over the scars he had placed there, before answering the call she had placed against his lips. Softly. He didn't domineer the kiss as he usually would, didn't demand entrance, nor did he punish her by biting down on delicate flesh. He coaxed her forward, drawing her deeper into the kiss while allowing her to do with it what she may. 

It spoke so clearly of who she was... gentle, and soft, and tentative. Even as she grew more sure, more curious, it was not in her nature to overstep the boundaries he had laid down. She wouldn't cross the line... experience had taught her too much. His little whore wouldn't make the mistake of getting too complacent with the little bit of directive he was allowing her to take... because he could, and most likely would, take it away as quickly as he gave it. 

Daemon broke the kiss, pulling away ever so slightly and watching as azure eyes reopened, "Good girl..."

She didn't know what to do with her gaze so she shifted it down towards the cushions of the couch. She was glad that she hadn't messed it up. There was safety in that knowledge... even if it was only the illusion of safety. 

His hand slid upwards, along the curve of her spine, before traveling to cup her breast. He watched as her breath hitched, as her teeth bit into the inside of her cheek, as she tried to chorale her mixed feelings so they wouldn't spew out for him to see.  

He brought her chin up with his free hand, his thumb tracing against her cheek, waiting for those timid azure eyes to meet his before continuing, "See how nice it can be when we don't fight each other..." 

Lior felt the pad of his thumb brush against her nipple, causing a small tremor to travel up her spine. She wanted to fight. She wanted to so badly... so desperately. She wanted to prove to him, and to herself, that she was still the master of her own mind and body. But fighting him put so much at risk... so many people. People that she wasn't willing to lose no matter how much they hurt her. And her body, broken and bruised, ached for touch that soothed instead of punished.

"I can bring you all the pain in the world, Angel. I can fuck with your mind, your heart, your body, until you plead for mercy... until you can't take another minute and beg for release that I may never give you" he whispered, words just as tempting as they were promising as he stared into her timid eyes with unbarred intensity, "but you know I can take it away just as quickly. I can give you pleasure... I can soothe that fire that rages underneath your skin. I can make you feel quiet, and sane, and safe... all those things that you desire so badly".

Hair slipped across her eyes. Of course she wanted those things. Everyone wanted those things. Instability and fear and pain weren't characteristics that people yearned for. But did she believe that she could get those things from him? From the demon that was raping not only her body, but her mind as well? 

No. No, she didn't. 

Not without having to pay a price that would far surpass what she would get in return.

He felt her nipple stiffen under the circular motions of his thumb and felt her body do the same. "I know you now, kid. I've been inside your mind, I've seen the darkness that's there, the hatred that you feel when you look at me. And yet..." Daemon cocked his head slightly, "it doesn't stop you from dreaming about me, does it?" 

Her thighs tensed, squeezing him unconsciously. 

He stroked her nipple lacksidasically, "I bet I fuck you softly in your dreams, don't I, kid?" 

Those crude words were spoken without the anger and cruel intention that usually afflicted them, something that she recognized but didn't completely understand. He was giving her the illusion of kindness... and she knew that it would eventually end. That he would grow tired of being patient, and that he would get bored with softly spoken words. 

"Just like how mummy probably told you it was supposed to be". 

Angel flinched but the shudder that ran through her body didn't stop words from somehow making themselves past her lips, "...no". 

His gaze flickered, "No?"

Her hands moved to his shoulders, cupping the skin that was so cool against her own, "In my dreams... you're exactly as you are". There was no variation. Even in her dreams, he wasn't kind. She couldn't escape his cruelness... the way he drew his enjoyment from breaking her into a million pieces that he crushed under his foot. 

Why she felt the need to tell him this, she didn't know. Maybe because she feared lying to him too much now to do anything else... 

"Is that right?" 

She felt his weight shift under her, enough for him to loosen his pants and remove the only bit of extraneous clothing left between them. Her heartbeat quickened and she kept her gaze focused on him, on his eyes... eyes that were untamed and, at this point, completely unreadable. 

She barely nodded, feeling her stomach tighten into a taut ball. 

"And why" his breath touched her cheek, and then her ear, "would you tell me that?" 

She felt his lips kiss down her jawline, a languid trail that eventually led to her already marked neck, "I... I don't know". Her hands fell to his chest, but she needed to quickly move them down to his abdomen to stop herself from trying to push back from him. 

If she pulled away, the tenderness would end. And as much as she hated herself for it... and much as she cursed her frailty and lack of resolve to endure the pain... she didn't want to hurt. She didn't want to give Daemon more of a reason to expand the limits of his sadism... to hate her more than he so clearly did. 

"Don't tell me you've lost your resolve to keep lying to me" his hand stroked downwards, across a stomach that twitched under his hand. 

She shivered, looking away.

The simple motion made her feel self-conscious despite the fear that lingered thick across her skin. She was a whisp of a thing, becoming more and more ghost-like as time went on. Her skin, which had always been pale, was beginning to look both paper white and thin at the same time. 

Daemon, who was the legitimate spirit, had more color in his skin than she did. 

...he was killing her. 

The more time she was with him, the more she shrunk into the abyss. And what was most terrifying was the fact that he was right... she was losing her resolve to keep fighting him. Her body was wilting in response to a mind that was slowly becoming more pliant. Being constantly terrified left her exhausted... and being constantly hurt left her desperate to something, anything, else. 

This time, he kissed her. 

It surprised her, not because it was violent by any means, but because she had been so caught up in her own thoughts. But now she was back in reality, grounded by the touch of his cool skin causing hers to burn, and the feel of him gripping her hips to lift them ever so slightly. 

Her breath caught in her throat, causing her to retreat slightly from the kiss. A half-inch of space lingered between them. Her breath was the only thing that filled the gap, and in that moment she wanted to scream at him. It was an abrupt urge, something foreign to her. Part of it was sheer anger... but the other part of it was pure confusion. 

She didn't know what he was doing. He was usually so direct with what he wanted, where he wanted her to be, or what he wanted done. Even if he didn't speak it with words, his actions had always made it perfectly clear about what he expected from his 'whore' when it came to pleasing him. 

He wasn't leading her tonight, though... not like before. And he had never, ever, let her occupy top position for so long. 

Thumbs stroked across hipbones hidden by the material of her shirt before his hands slid down to rest on her thighs. 

Every place that his hands touched tightened as she latched down on her lip. His hands didn't pull her in any direction, though. They just sat there on her skin, stroking, willing her to move instead of forcing it. Move where, though? Was she supposed to initiate something like she had done with the kiss? Was he waiting for her do something on her own? God, what if Aaron or her mom and dad heard and decided to come downstairs... 

Angel wrestled with the thoughts. They made her stomach clench tightly, made anxiety swell in her chest... but... she had to move past them. She needed to be whatever he wanted her to be. And if it all went wrong... like it could in so many different ways... then it would just be another pound of flesh that she owed to him. Her flesh. 

Her fingers tightened on his shoulders slightly as she moved, watching crimson pools for any change that might show she was doing something punishable. She shifted herself upwards, slowly, the heat between her legs brushing against his erection. Her shudder came, but she stuffed it down. She watched as his mouth moved slightly, tightening... but he didn't stop her. His hands hadn't moved from her thighs, bloody hues simply watching her face. 

Angel thought about asking him if this was okay... if this was what he wanted from her, or if she would be punished for doing something that he hadn't explicitly told her to do. But she didn't. She couldn't get the words past her lips. And somehow... she just knew. She knew that he wanted her to do this... she could feel it. Probably so he could just call her even more of a whore when it ended, but it didn't matter. 

Daemon always got what he wanted.

Slowly, her fingers moved from his shoulders to lace around the black of his neck. And when she lowered herself tentatively, feeling the head of his cock slip between her folds to meet her entrance, she felt his body tighten under her touch. 

When she sank down further, weight sinking down onto his lap and allowing him completely into her body, her own gasp was overpowered by the guttural sounds that left his lips. 

His fingers shifted from her thighs to her hips, gripping them tightly. 

Angel felt the discomfort instantly. She felt the familiar twinge in her stomach, the bubbling pit that formed there, and the way her body still had to stretch to accommodate his size despite having done it before. She felt how her hands tightened, gripping him, trying to ground herself in his body so that the knowledge of what she was doing wouldn't completely dominate and overwhelm her. 




Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 06



A shuddered breath escaped her lips only to be swallowed up by his when he dipped low to kiss her. She flinched, expecting him to be violent and dominate... but he wasn't. Not this time. He only kissed her. It was slow, and warm, and sent heat down her spine... it coaxed a response despite her tentativeness. 

It diverted her attention for a moment, but it was impossible to stop thinking about this feeling of being on top of him, straddling him, knees digging into the couch on either side of his hips. 

She was scared. 

It felt... different... from up here.

Like he was further inside of her, gravity working in favor of it, yet... it didn't seem to hurt as much. Maybe it was because he wasn't being ruthless yet... he wasn't tearing into her, thrusting against her like he was trying to shatter her from the inside. But it didn't matter. The fact that he seemed to be giving her the illusion of control terrified her... and the fact that she was trying to take it, that she was being bent by it, did so even more. 

She must have tightened unconsciously because Daemon reacted to it, demanding her mouth in another kiss just like before. And when he separated from her, lips touching down her jawline until they landed just shy of ear, his voice came in a low rumble, "Slowly". 

Blue eyes skittered up, meeting his for a quick moment, before they turned away again. The knot twisted and turned in her stomach as she tried to do what she was told. 

She had never been on top before. She didn't know how she was supposed to move, and her muscles felt entirely too stiff and tight for this to be anything other than awkward. Teeth latched onto her bottom lip when it turned out to be exactly that, her center of gravity completely thrown off from this position, "I..." the words stuck in her throat. I don't know how to do this. 

Daemon watched as the single word tumbled from her lips, hands still gripping her hips tightly, "Keep going". She was so fucking hot and tight inside, milking his cock every time she went to move. He felt like he could reach every corner of her, the little weight that she had baring down on him. 

Angel's fingers tightened slightly, shiver running the course of her spine as she tried to get what she needed to say out, "Can you..." she felt his crimson eyes on her, felt the impatience start to bubble up on his end. She looked off, flaxen hair falling down across her eyes shoulders, "...will you... guide me?" 

Another chip to self-worth that was already scraping the bottom of the barrel.

To ask him for something, even in this, made anxiety blossom in her stomach. It was the cycle of never knowing what to expect from him, or what would set him off, so she tried to just say as little as possible until there was no other option. 

If he didn't help her, though, she knew she wouldn't be good. She would fumble, and she knew herself well enough to know that her nerves would only make it worse as time went on. And if she didn't please him... if she wasn't good enough... 

Her stomach twisted sharply in response to the thought, teeth latching into her lip as she forced the next softly spoken word past her lips, "...please?" 

She flinched when her hair was tucked away from her face by cold fingers, and again when he lifted her chin so that her nervous eyes had nowhere else to look but forward. She wanted so desperately to look away. His face might have been handsome to someone who didn't know the monster that lurked behind it... but she saw it clearly. That was the face of her living nightmare, and the one who condemned her for who and what she was. 

His gaze held hers for a long moment, and it was only after several seconds that he seemed to make a decision around what she had asked of him. 

Daemon leaned back against the cushions, hands following the curve of her body all the way down to her hips. He gripped them, feeling the warmth under his fingers and watching as she gnawed on her bottom lip in that tell-tale sign of nervousness. 

His mortal whore. His Angel. It amazed him how she could still look so innocent after it all... how she could sit there, his cock throbbing inside of her, and still look like it was the first time... 

Lior gasped sharply when his hands forced her body upwards, whimpering when nothing but the tip of his erection remained inside of her. She clenched, anticipating the way he would force her body down in the same rigid manner. Her thighs tightened, as did the hands that were gripping his shoulders so tightly. 

His grip lessened. And his eyes never left hers as he repeated exactly what he had told her before, "Slowly".

The wet heat was building behind her eyes, but it didn't stop her from doing what he had asked. She slid her body back down slowly, letting him slide back inside of her inch by inch, feeling him stretch her just like he had the first time. 

When she went to repeat the motion, his hands were there to guide her again. And again. And again. Until eventually she found strength and rhythm enough to do it on her own, her body falling into a pattern of controlled movements that saw her rising and falling against him. 

Daemon drank in the sight of her riding him with pleasures building in tandem. Firstly, there was the sight of her taking his cock, lifting herself up off of it only to watch it disappear back again inside that slippery heaven that stroked him so blissfully. And then there was the pleasure of watching her submit so easily... watching her do what she never would have done such a short time ago. 

He owned her now. Her will was a whispery shadow growing slimmer each and every day. There was only his will now. It spoke for her. 

He didn't move, restraining his hips from driving upwards into that incredibly tight heat. Oh no. He would watch her work herself on his cock. And he would watch as she started to take her own pleasure in it. She may not want it... but he felt it already taking place. A warm wet pussy never lied about what it liked. And Lior... well, she was only human, wasn't she? 

She would bring him to his peak, and he would watch quite contently as she did. And fuck did she ever do it well... 

Just as he had told her, she moved slowly. Each upward and downward motion was controlled as she figured out how to do it on her own strength. She could feel the slow steady burn in her thighs that was building with each movement, a reminder of what exactly she was doing... as if she could ever forget. 

Each downward motion caused her to flinch, spearing herself again and again until it started to become rhythmic. 

She saw what he was after. She saw it in every bit of restraint that he showed, and in crimson eyes that watched as she moved against him.

He wanted to own her. Body, soul, mind. 

Everything. 

And as she rode him, latching onto him to steady herself as she forced her body to be violated again and again... she felt like it was happening. She knew it was. There was no way to pretend that it wasn't. 

What was even left that actually belonged to her? 

When he didn't have to move and he still controlled her, how could she even try to lie to herself and say that she was just as she had always been? She couldn't. That person she could see reflected in his eyes didn't even look like her anymore... 

"That's it..." he purred, shifting ever so slightly to get the angle he wanted as she drove herself down onto his aching cock. He leaned in and captured her mouth, the corner of his lips turning up as he felt the action stall her rhythm almost predictably, "Keep going, Lior... I didn't tell you to stop". His hand slid to rest on one trembling thigh. Such a sweet little thing, even now. 

Lior bit into her cheek but obeyed before he had to say it again. 

Her pace, though, had changed because of his movement. It increased in response to the tight ball that was building up inside her, which grew increasingly more unbearable each time she let gravity pull her back down towards him. 

Lior's hands gripped his shoulders, biting into cold skin more sharply now.  No... please... 

Daemon leaned in, teeth grazing her ear, "You like being on top, don't you?" 

A whimper was her only response. She tried to slow down her body in order to stop that poisonous feeling that was spreading, that urged her forward and legitimized Daemon's words, but his hands squeezed her tightly in warning. 

"I can feel how much you do" he whispered, kissing along her neck where tender bite marks were strewn so pointedly, "Riding my cock and making sure I hit that special spot inside again... and again... and again..." he let his words coincide with each downward thrust of her pelvis, groaning with each one that left his lips. Fuck, she was tight. And wet. She fit like a velvet glove around him, each thrust making her constrict even more around his throbbing erection. 

The sound that escaped her lips was one of shock as she slid down, sparks shooting up her spine and sending a bolt of unwanted pleasure straight into her core. 

But as unwanted as it was in her mind, her body was not as discriminatory. After being assaulted to badly, after having been punished, and thrown, and abused, it relished the feeling of something pleasant. It adored the moment where his touch made her feel good instead of miserable. And as soon as that bolt of pleasure ended, her body demanded from her another... something that her mind, frail and cracked, couldn't deny it. 

Daemon let out a guttural moan, his hips starting to drive reflexively up as her downward thrusts became harder and faster, "That's it... show me what a good girl you are..."

Lior couldn't feel the one hand that was against her hip, but she felt the one that came up to rest on her breast. She felt his thumb brush against her nipple, shooting a rippling shiver down her spine as she came down on him once again. Teeth bit into her cheek to stop the awful and traitorous sound that wanted to come out... 

Her hair played across her shoulders, moving each time she came down and he came up. There was a sheen of sweat touching her skin, and a hew that filled pale cheeks as warmth started to ripple out into the rest of her body. She was losing track of her breathing, and the faster he started to move into her, the more she pushed to match his pace. 

Daemon pushed up her shirt and took one of those perfect nipples into his mouth as she fucked his cock, feeling her tighten around him with each and every stroke. The joint friction, her warm human body rubbing against his, set him on fire. It ignited what had already been blazing for so long... ever since she had woken him up with her first accidental touch. 

And it was that tightening pussy, the sight of her bouncing so willingly on his cock, that had him biting down as his orgasm began. Her hiss of pain as he latched onto her nipple didn't deter him. He pumped his hips upwards, driving home into her, growling lustfully as he pumped her full of the cum that she was still milking from his cock.

Her struggles only brought her closer to him, her weight falling against his body in attempt to escape what he was sure was an unfamiliar coinciding feeling of pleasure and pain... but he saw nothing. Saw nothing but his pleasure's peak and the way she accepted it so beautifully... 

Angel wriggled as a sharp ache emanated from her nipple, but she couldn't go far. He was latched onto her, and her body was frozen, still locked in the middle ground between very extreme feelings. 

A pained whimper fell from her lips as she moved closer to him, trying to ease the feeling of his teeth biting into her while he rode out his orgasm.

He pumped into her until the very end. Until there was nothing left for him to give. 

It felt like it took an eternity for him to come down. And when he did finally release her, teeth unlatching, she had a new set of prints to dawn... dark bruises that were already starting to form around her nipple. 

She buried her face into the crook of his shoulder, shivering, twitching, her body too keyed and up and confused to cycle through such a flurry of feelings. 

She wanted it to keep going. But she wanted it to end. 

Please... please let it be over... please... 

For a moment, she thought it might be. He hadn't moved. He just sat there, stoic in the aftermath. But it was a reprieve that only lasted for a minute... and even then, it didn't feel like that long. 

She whimpered fearfully when she felt his hand come up touch the nipple he had just abused, brushing it with the pad of his thumb. She felt his other hand settle against the small of her back, stroking it with soft and aimless motion. 

Lior bit into her lip, stifling the sound but not the shudder that ran through her. 

"My good girl..." he murmured, his voice a low satisfied purr. He could still feel how hot and wet she was around him, how her body tremored with even the slightest of touch. She was so sensitized... every touch would be magnified by a thousand, he knew. If he left her this way, would she touch herself? His sweet and vulnerable little whore... his Angel... 

"Turn around for me, Lior..." he whispered against her hair, "Sit in my lap facing away". 

"Please, Daemon..." she whimpered, terrified, body clinging to his as his direction was given. Her hair fell in front of her face, a messy sheet that her eyes peaked through, "Please... I tried, I-I'm sorry, please..." He would hurt her. She hadn't pleased him well enough and now he was going to hurt her. She had done something wrong.

Daemon maneuvered her back, tilting her face up, her eyes nervously meeting with his own in a way that showed just how frightened she really was. 

He leaned in, his thumb circling her nipple in reminder as he locked gazes with her, "Do I have to ask again?" 

The answer, of course, was no. Although her arms and legs were stiff, resisting movement that was too sudden or too advanced, she forced herself to move as he wanted her too. 

His erection slid out of her as she did, the sticky expanse painted across both his and her thighs. A reminder. And it was all she could feel as her back settled against his chest, legs drawn tightly together as she waited with a continuously growing knot in her stomach. 

Her breathe hitched when both of his hands settled on her stomach, causing it to tighten reflexively. And when one traveled down her thigh, strong fingers navigating there way to the apex between her legs, the reaction was a mimic of the first. 

"Relax your legs."

She couldn't stop the fear. No matter how many times she had felt it before, no matter how different the situation was from the one before it, it always strangled her just the same. 

She didn't want to. She didn't want this. But god, she was terrified of what he would do if she didn't do what he said. And with her family right upstairs, family that could come down at any moment... 

Her fear owned her. Daemon owned her. And it was written in the way her body surrendered to his commands with so little fight. 

The movements were slow, but he knew they would come. Her body wanted to be soothed, not punished. So it moved for him. It gave him what he want in hopes that he give it respite... a brief moment of mercy that he knew she didn't want to want. 

His fingers dipped slowly into the warm crevasse between her spread legs, feeling how wet it was from both him and her. He felt her pulse unconsciously, whimper fearfully, caught in between trying to hold back and simply giving in. 

He leaned down and kissed the juncture of her neck, "I'm going to give you what you want, Lior..." and with that, his index and middle finger started a slow circle around that little bud swollen between her thighs. 

Lior's hands instantly went out, gripping down on the cushions of the couch. 

No, no, no, no, no- 

"Good girls get rewarded" he whispered, feeling the soft rocking motion of her hips against his hand as he worked her back up to a state of arousal that she hardly had time to flee. Another hand moved upwards, cupping a pert nipple and rolling it ever so gently between his fingers, "good girls get to cum". 

She whimpered as his fingers started to manipulate, sending sparks through her shivering frame. The touch was so gentle, so soft, but it created the most tight and gnawing pressure. It was familiar, something that she remembered with poignant detail... and something she couldn't stop herself from recalling as pleasure coursed through her body in shallow pulses every time he moved his fingers. 

Daemon kissed down her neck softly, each one placed with the purpose of creating fire under that warm skin. He kissed the soft the pale expanse, parts of it smooth and unblemished. He took special care in being tender when it his lips touched down on bruised flesh that he had previously kissed with his teeth. 

And he watched her squirm. 

He watched that petite body writhe against him, squirming, her hands clinging to whatever part of the cushions she could find while her legs twitched. He watched as she bucked shallowly against his hand that was between her legs, only to try and curb the reaction a moment later. 

She wanted to cum, he knew she did. She wanted to be delivered into the only reprieve he would ever grant her, no matter how short it was. No matter what it meant to that soul inside her that was getting a little less bright each and every day. 

His little whore didn't want to want it... but she did. It hurt too much for her not too. 

Daemon kissed the back of her neck, "You're my good girl, aren't you, Angel?" 

Lior pushed back against him, whimpering in response to his question, the coolness of his skin providing the only relief within reach when his touch was setting her on fire. 

No. No! 

She didn't want it. She didn't want to be his good girl. 

She wanted to snap her legs closed, and staple her lips shut so they'd stop making those docile sounds. She wanted to stop the unbearable heat that was flowing through each one of her veins. She wanted to stop this from feeling good... and she wanted him never to touch her like this ever again. She wanted her family to be safe. She wanted to erase the memory of Daemon from her mind badly... and the memory of Aaron forcing his way inside her almost more than that... 

...she wanted a lot of things that she'd never get.

"Tell me what you are" he whispered against the nape of her neck, where skin met the fabric of her shirt. His fingers circled her clit again, a little harder this time, rubbing the little bud where nerve endings were centered. Daemon sucked that spot on her neck when he felt her push upwards more insistently, her little body's way of urging him to touch her faster. Harder. 

She didn't want to open her mouth. She was scared of the sounds like might escape from it, ones that denoted pleasure instead of hatred. And she was terrified that someone might hear her. That someone upstairs would come down... and that Daemon wouldn't stop even if they did. If it was Aaron, she knew he wouldn't. She knew it. 

"I-I'm..." she whispered, voice cracking with the effort of trying to stay quiet. And the effort of getting the actual words past her lips, sticky as tar, "I'm y-your whore". 

Daemon switched his hand to roll her other nipple as he slipped his fingers down, slicking them with her juice, before moving back to torment her clit again. She was close. He could feel it. He nipped the nape of her neck, "And?" 

She whimpered, squirming uncontrollably in his lap now. He was manipulating her body, coaxing it to surrender, and it had. Her hips rose, trying to increase the friction that his hand created between her legs. The pressure was climbing too high. It was too much - too much! She needed- she needed- 





Eclipse of the Moon Ch. 06



Sensing her peak, Daemon slowed his touch. 

Angel couldn't control the desperate, frustrated sound that escaped her lips. There was a word, a 'please', that almost did the same... but she choked it back, biting down on the inside of her cheek till she tasted iron. Shame... she knew it would come, she knew it would, but there was too much going on. There was his touch, and there was the worry of someone finding them, a nervous and terrible energy that she couldn't shoulder for much longer. 

Daemon moved his lips to the shell of her ear, "What else are you?" 

She felt something warm on her cheeks and she realized she must have started to cry at some point. Because her eyes were burning, and her cheeks were hot, and she could feel the wet trails burning down her face. Her back was pressed flush against his chest, her head against his shoulder, each touch causing her to move further into him. 

She had to say it. Had to say what he wanted, but... but... 

God, it was easier to admit that she was his whore than his 'good girl'. Because being his good girl implied that she was willing in her surrender... that she obeyed him out of her own will, and it just wasn't like that. She wasn't like that. 

He didn't have to see her eyes to know that they would have been stunning to look at in this moment. A conflict of uncontrollable pleasure and unbridled resentment. Fear, because she couldn't control herself even if she had wanted to. He could have moved away right now, stopped what he was doing, and he knew that she would still search out that feeling that she was moments from... that orgasmic bliss that he could create just by pressing a little harder and moving a little faster. 

Lior clenched, which only spiked the intensity between her legs. When her teeth finally let go of her cheek, the words that came were quiet. Weak. Submissive in their very nature. But there was no getting around them. Not if she wanted this to end... 

She closed her eyes, a shaky exhale audible as her fingers tightened against the material of the couch, "Y-your good girl..." 

Daemon's lips twisted into a pleased little smirk, "That's right. You're my good little girl..." his fingers suddenly pressed down hard, rubbing small circles directly against the most sensitive part of that tiny nub, "now cum for me. I want my good little whore to gush cum all over my fingers..." 

Her entire body tightened in response to the change in pressure, the lubricated pads of his fingers causing pleasure to shoot up her frame in cresting waves as he fingered her clit. 

There was no getting away from the feeling now, and her hips drove upwards into his hand to prevent her from even trying. Her breathe hitched and she knew that when her body locked, the contractions shooting through her body again and again and again, that she had lost. 

"That's it, fuck my fingers, kid... there we go..." 

White painted behind her eyelids as she came, choking back her moan with her own hand that had unconsciously come up from where it was. Her teeth bore down into her palm as the pressure finally released, wracking her body with wave after wave of forced ecstasy. She arced upwards, twisting, writhing, anything to quell the feeling that caused every single nerve ending to convulse at the same time. 

It was bliss. It was hell. It was relief, and it was misery. 

It was a euphoric moment that would eventually end.

Daemon kept stroking. He felt her convulse under his hands, her body warm and uncontrollable as she came. He kept rubbing that little wet numb, stroking it, making sure he milked every bit of pleasure from that lithe frame before it would hit the eventual point where it would become too sensitive to touch. 

He soaked in every bit of her pleasure as she came... and when she started to descend from it, he soaked in the shame that came back to her so fluidly. 

Lior twisted away when the touch became too much. Her legs tightened, snapping together defensively, as her knees rose upwards towards her chest. She tried to control her breathing, which was quick and uneven, and her heartbeat which was much the same. She was sure he would feel it, his one hand still cupping her breast from under her shirt. It was wild, a fast flickering against her chest. 

She felt his hand move from between her legs, and azure eyes flickered open when she felt the wet digits reappear on her wrist. The wrist that was attached to the hand that was still at her mouth, the one that she had bitten into when she had been trying to keep quiet. 

Daemon moved it away from her face. 

She flinched, skin far too sensitive. But other than that, she was still... completely motionless against him, her strength having dissipated. Her mind was keyed up, hyper awareness seeming to have set in for the moment, despite the way her body was limp and void of even the slightest tension. 

She should move. She wanted to move. He... he probably wanted her to move. To get off of him now that they were done. Her legs twitched, weak things that barely managed to respond to what her brain was telling her. 

Daemon wrapped his arms around her middle. 

Angel froze.

"Did I give you permission to leave?" he whispered against the crook of her neck, his voice a sultry coo, canines brushing against bruised skin. 

She shuddered, her heart quickening, "N-no". Fear was laced thickly in her skin which tightened in response to the question, the disapproval, he had just laid on her, "I'm sorry. I-I won't do it again". 

His hand fell away from her tit, and found purchase against her inner thigh, "You won't do what again?" 

Lior flinched, "I won't... I won't try to leave." Even though it was all she wanted to do. Leave this moment, leave this house, leave him and this nightmare that he had created inside her very real life. Even after moments where he feigned tenderness, it always came back to this. 

She was trapped. She couldn't ever leave. He would never let her be free... 

Daemon chuckled, and he felt the pins and needles that formed on her skin as the sound reverberated through her, "Now is that because you don't want to get punished? Or because you want to be rewarded again?" He felt her tighten against him, and felt the quickening of her pulse against his lips as she tried to brace herself for what he might be insinuating. 

A smirked tugged at his lips. Always so tense... and always so responsive no matter how hard she tried. 

Angel whimpered when his hand clamped down on her thigh a little harder, his nails biting into the skin enough to hurt but not to break. 

She didn't know what to do. Fear and shame had gripped her so tightly... she felt like there was no way to win. Like no matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried, it would never be enough. He would always take from her... even when she thought she had nothing left to give. Daemon always found something. 

He gave a final squeeze to her thigh before letting it fall away, "Now you may go". 

Lior didn't wait to see whether or not he was toying with her. She was too eager to get as far away from him as possible to even contemplate that he might be, pushing off the couch with her rubbery legs and forcing them to move despite the way she stumbled numerous times. And despite the way she could feel the stickiness coating her thighs as she walked. 

He didn't follow... but she knew that he was watching. The heaviness of his gaze stuck to her when she moved, even as she went up the stairs.

She needed to shower. Needed to get it off, needed to get it off right now-

"Lior?" 

Her entire body froze on point. The voice hit her like a closed fist colliding with her chest, knocking the breath out of her almost entirely. Agonizingly painful... considering it was that same voice, that same loving hand, that she used to find sanctuary in. 

Aaron's voice. Aaron's arms. 

A presence so familiar... and yet so incredibly destructive because of everything that had happened. Everything that they had endured. 

Everything she wasn't enduring. 

And despite wanting to, she couldn't look up to meet the gaze belonging to the voice that had just spoken to her. She couldn't. She wasn't ready. Especially not right now, not after... not after Daemon had just used her again. Not after she was feeling so dirty, so horribly unclean, so... so unbearably grotesque.

 Not now, Aaron... please... not now...