5 comments/ 8538 views/ 16 favorites Angel of Retribution Ch. 06-11 By: LevanaHyll More about Remi and Rowie: Rowie is Drakken's daughter (FALLEN ANGEL), if you haven't guessed by now. When she was little, like four, some anti-were activists broke into her home. Her mom hid Rowie under the floorboards of the basement to protect her. The men found Rowie's mom and after beating and raping the poor woman, they staked her through the heart. Rowie was lying beneath the floor boards the whole time, terrified and crying. Her mommy's blood dripped on her for hours before she finally crawled out and fled for her life. She lived as an outcast refugee the whole time she remained on Earth before Devon and Lucien rescued her. Remien also fell victim to the hatred that existed on Earth toward mixed species. His mom didn't know that the inoculations the government made her give her baby was affecting him. Remi became autistic when he was little, his ability to feel was atrophied and he found it hard to focus on reality (attention span deficiency). Devon tried to fix his damaged nerves and brain anomalies, but Remi still has a hard time distinguishing pain and pleasure. Feeling his skin whipped, or cut sends him into ecstasy, but being tickled feels like agony for him. Chapter Six Rowie watched the flurry of movement in her rooms. Rack after rack of clothing and boxes of shoes, boots, and other accessories were being put away in her closet that was as big as her quarters back at Alpha 7. She closed her eyes with a sigh. She didn't give a damn about the clothes, or the shoes, or the fine jewels she spotted one of the female vampires carrying. She didn't give a damn that she was soon to become the next singing legend. Rowie would trade it all away, including being an Alpha Angel, if she could just be with Remi again. The past few weeks were spent reflecting upon many things, aside from crying like a fool. Remien's irritating personality was what had endeared him to her in the end. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he decided she was to be his, and damn if he didn't give her a good chase for the past two years. Rowie sighed, looking down at her dark purple lacquered nails. Her lip quivered. Everything he did was to either entice her or aggravate her. Training time had become especially frustrating. She remembered him peeling off his shirt once, leaving his samurai-styled drawstring black pants to practice wielding a Tocktaran baton. She'd watched him, entranced, as he twirled the double bladed baton over his head and around his lean muscled body, using movements similar to Earth's martial arts in slow graceful sweeps. Every breath he took had her heart racing. Every turn and move he made had his muscles rippling like an exotic dancer, especially with his wild red hair, loose and streaming down his back. The pants he wore rode low on his hips, showing his lean waist, enticing jut of his hipbones, and the sweet dimples just above his ass. Rowie had been so turned on, she was on the verge of having an orgasm. "Damn-it all," she hissed shooting to her feet. Rowie began to wring her fingers and pace her room. Maybe Devon was right. Remi would be safe if Devon oversaw the visit. Dev was really powerful. He'd make sure Remi was safe. ...But then what? Shaking her head, she realized that it was stupid to let the weredragon see her. It would only make things more painful for both of them. It would be years before Rowie obtained enough control to be able to so much as kiss Remi again. She wasn't about to ask him to wait. Remien Fyre would eventually grow tired and find himself another. That would break her heart... something she had vowed never to let a man do. She'd watched her mother suffer when Drakken never returned. "Row?" Rowie turned to the sound of Gabriel's deep voice. He peered into her room with a smile. "I've got some friends I want you to meet." She saw the uncertainty in his dark eyes. "Is it okay? We can come by later if you..." "No, Gabe. It's fine. Bring your little friends in." She smiled at him. Gabriel opened the door wider and in stepped seven more vampires; five black haired males and two females, one blonde, the other red-haired. Rowie shivered, feeling the shimmer of power sliding over her. One of them was a Master Guardian. The tall, red-haired female grinned at her, and nodded. Rowie recognized her as being the lead singer of the all female group, Ashtar. "I'm Liara." The woman snaked an arm around the beautiful blonde next to her. "This is my lover, Marinia." The blonde beauty smiled at Rowie, her pale green eyes dipping to look at Rowie from head to foot, then back again. Rowie nodded at them, "Rowie." Liara's smile grew broader. "Yes. We know." Gabriel cleared his throat with a grin and gestured to the male vamps. "Row? These are the Teus brothers. They're Draconius Imorteus. This is Draco, Oni, Imo, Iusi, and Morte." The brothers were rail thin, pale, with long, shiny black hair and amber eyes. Draco, the lead singer, was the only one who had a little more muscle to his build and was actually kind of sexy." "Welcome to the family," Draco's deep voice purred. Rowie invited them to sit in the lounging area before a stone fireplace to the left of her bedroom. She'd never entertained Vampires before so she wasn't sure of what to do. Rafe saved the night by showing up with bottles of wine and blood substitute. He tossed Rowie a packet of blood substitute before opening a bottle of wine for the rest of them. She wrinkled her nose and placed the packet on the small table near the settee she sat in. One of the Teus brothers noticed and sauntered over to her. "May I?" His long fingers gestured to the spot next to her. Rowie shrugged. "Sure." He looked like a mere boy—albeit a tall lanky one. "So how does it feel to be the newest rock legend?" Draco asked, his golden eyes gleaming wickedly over his goblet of wine. Rowie smirked. "I'm hardly a legend. The tour hasn't even started yet." Liara tilted her head to the side. "You will be... but not for a very long time." Rowie's eyes narrowed. She wondered if this female had the gift of sight. Liara only smiled. "I see a lovely creature... with blood red locks." Liara continued as Rowie's eyes widened. Liara licked her lips, her voice going sultry. "He's... fascinating. So beautiful." The vampire closed her eyes and Rowie wondered if she looked as insanely jealous as the blonde next to the female vampire. What was Liara seeing? Liara's eyes snapped open. Rowie stared at her expectantly as well as everyone else. "Well?" Rafe prodded. Liara sighed and shrugged. "I see him fathering a brood of special dragon spawns." Rowie's heart shattered in a million pieces. As a full-blooded vampire, she could no longer conceive. "His spawn will someday be tantamount in destroying the second rise of the dark prince Davariel." Rowie's head jerked up at the mention of Devon's father. "The second rise?" "Lately, those that have the vision are seeing the rise of another golden haired angel of destruction." "But Davariel?" Rowie didn't understand. Davariel had been pushed, along with his lover, into the realm of shadows. No one escaped the realm of shadows. "His blood runs in the veins of his son." Rowie laughed, feeling defensive. "Devon is the sweetest person I know. Besides... his hair is blacker than pitch." "His blood runs in the veins of his unborn." Liara was no longer smiling. Rowie blinked. Angel was pregnant? He hand came up to her stomach. She looked down at the flat belly that would never grow with life. Devon was going to be a dad... and so was Remien Fyre. "Hey, are you okay?" Imo touched her chin, making her jump. She stared at the thin boy next to her. He smiled. "Yeah. I'm fine." "Hey, how about Myano?" Gabriel said, obviously trying to change the subject. "That slut," Draco snorted. "There's no way I'm going to believe he ran off with Taktak." "I don't know," Rafe mused. "I think he was kind of sweet on that guy. He was cute for a Chidadent. I mean if you go for orange colored humanoids." "I like Gruesh girls," Oni waggled his brows, swirling his goblet of wine as he leaned farther back into the cushions of the couch he shared with Draco and Gabriel. "Those four breasts, and that pretty blue color." He closed his eyes and groaned. The vampires laughed. "Are you thirsty?" Imo asked Rowie in a soft tone. Rowie turned wide eyes to him, but he only smiled at her and shook his long, sleek black hair back. Her jaw dropped as she realized that he was inviting her to bite him. The settee dipped to her other side and she turned to see his twin, Iusi, settling next to her, also shaking back his mane from his neck. "Hey, why should you be the first one? I'm the oldest." "Whoa. I'm not biting anyone," Rowie assured, making them pout. "See what you did?" Imo accused his brother. "I didn't do a thing," Iusi returned with a scowl. "Boys," Draco admonished like a true big brother. "I'm the lead power guitarist," Imo muttered under his breath. Iusi slanted him an angry glare, "I write the songs." Imo shrugged. "I'm the lead power guitarist." Rowie had to smile, but then she felt like crying. These two reminded her of Remi and Seth's squabbles. Angel of Retribution Ch. 06-11 Her brothers shifted in their chairs uncomfortably. "What?" Rowie prodded with a glare. Liara laughed. "Silly males." She turned her bright blue eyes to Rowie. "Sharing blood is almost as intimate as the humans' way of sex. We enjoy sharing blood just as much as we do fucking. Sometimes the older a vamp becomes the more he or she is inclined more to the sharing of blood than intercourse." Rafael cleared his throat. "Yeah, that's one way of putting it, but the most important thing is that it's a way of bonding." "Every vampire in this kiss is eager to bond with you, sister," Gabriel sighed. Rowie's eyes widened, knowing the entire kiss of vampires in their castle home numbered in the hundreds. That amounted to allot of sucking. "Geez, Gabe. You're going to scare her," Rafe admonished. "It's not as bad as it sounds." Draco spoke now. He swirled the wine in his goblet, the fire in the stone fireplace making the red liquid glow. "Your fangs penetrate the other vampire, his fangs penetrate you. You both suck each other's blood." Draco shrugged. "You're bonded. It's very sweet and erotic." Rowie shivered. Imo and Iusi were trailing their tongues up either side of her neck. Her breast began to burn. The damned brand. Rowie pulled away from the hungry mouths of the twins. "Maybe some other night. I feel really tired." They both pouted, but slid off the thighs each had been straddling trying to seduce her to bite them. Finishing their drinks, the vampires rose. Liara lagged behind the others and was the last to bid her a good rest. The red-haired vampire gazed at Rowie for a while. "Your scent is still laced with his. It makes you quite irresistible. Nothing drives a vampire into a frenzy of bloodlust than dragon's blood." Liara looked her over again, then stepped up against her body, making Rowie stiffen. "You're really beautiful too. Too bad you belong to him." Rowie scowled. "I belong to no one." Liara smiled. "Are you sure of that?" "I belong to no one, least of all that conceited prick." "That conceited prick has every right to be conceited. He is quite... beautiful. He looks like a sex god. Made for sinful pleasures." "Well, sweetheart, he's unattached, so go for it," Rowie challenged, but even as she uttered the words, she had to clench her fist to keep from clawing the sexy vamp's eyes out. Liara's eyes narrowed, her smile growing broader. She shrugged one shoulder, "I just might. Marinia and I could use a little boy toy to fuck each other with from time to time." Rowie had to bite her tongue to keep from snarling like a jealous bitch. "Well, if you're looking for a little boy toy, then the dragon's not your man." Liara licked her lips. "Big cock, huh?" "Very." Liara grinned again, her fangs gleaming. "It's been a while since I've had the pleasure of sucking a nice big cock." With that, the annoying female left, leaving the cloying scent of her perfume behind. Rowie tore her black t-shirt and pants off. Her body was on fire. Grabbing a bottle of wine left on the floor near the couch, she wrapped her lips around the opening and threw her head back. The cool liquid soothed her parched throat, but set her head to spin. A cool draft set her black curls to sway against her sensitive nipples, making her arch her back and moan. She felt wet and swollen between her legs, and the room seemed to swirl around her head. With a weary moan, she fell back on the couch. Rowie closed her eyes and lifted one leg to drape over the back of the couch and let the other fall to rest her foot on the floor. She stretched her arms over her head and arched her back, letting the fire warm her aching pussy. "I need to be fucked... so bad," she whimpered. "Remi. Oh, baby." Not able to stand the frustrated quivers of desire than ran through her, she lowered her hands and tweaked her nipples. "Aaahh, yesss," she panted, pulling and pinching them harder. The pleasure/pain had her clit twitching, her pussy creaming. Her hips bucked, and she felt her core clench hungrily around nothing. Her hands slipped between her legs and she rubbed desperately. Slippery with her juices, her fingers slid over her swollen clit, stabbed into her hole. Her pants echoed in the cavernous room. She was so close to the edge. "Remi, please," she whimpered. "Fuck me, baby. Oh-god-yes, just fuck me." She rode her fingers imagining him bound for her pleasure, her hands gripping his silky hair while she rode his face. He'd have his pierced tongue deep inside her sopping cunt, the stud scraping against her quivering insides. Their minds would be linked, feeling each other's pleasure. Rowie would be able to almost taste her essence in her own mouth as she fucks herself on her gorgeous sub's tongue. Rowie slipped her glistening fingers in her mouth and sucked. She exploded, her body bowing in agony. Screaming around her fingers, she pinched her clit, felt her female cum coat her other hand, still between her legs. The image of her hands fisting Remien's wild red hair as she forces him to take all of her cum shot her rapture higher. All of her energy drained from her, leaving her head spinning and her bones turned to jelly. Her body finally relaxed, but the image of Remi's adoring gaze looking up at her, his cheeks and lips glistening with the evidence of her release made her hot all over again. "Oh-god." He would be panting, his pierced cock straining against his rippled abs, maybe deep red from the tight cock and ball strap she'd have buckled on him, begging her to put him out of his misery. Please, baby. Let me fuck you. I hurt. "Oh, Remi," she sobbed. "If only you were really here, baby." The warmth between her legs faded, and the scent of smoke made her open her eyes. The fire was out, darkness blanketed her, and a sweeping chill gave her goose bumps. A dark shadow passed before the stained glass window, and Rowie could have sworn she caught a glimpse of blond hair in the dim moonlight that filtered in through the window. "I'm going crazy," she panted, running her fingers through her hair. Cool fingers brushed the inside of her thighs. She gasped, and then groaned when the distinct feel of a mouth pressed to her most intimate of places. She tried to close her legs, but they were held in place by firm hands. "Mmm... so sweet," a voice whispered in the dark. Reaching down she felt the silkiest hair, but it wasn't Remi's mop. Remien Fyre had so much hair, cut into long layers that most of it stuck up in every direction like a lion's mane. The stranger's tongue lapped up her wetness, sucked, and nipped at her folds. She gasped, a shiver shooting up her spine when his tongue speared deep into her cunt and began to fuck her in rapid jabs. "S-stop," Rowie whimpered, regretting having downed the last of the wine. She felt weak and helpless. "No, don't." But he continued to stab into her, and to her shame she began to buck her hips in tandem to the forced invasion. Her breast began to burn, the brand becoming painful with each deep stoke of that tongue into her pussy. Rowie screamed in alarm. A very male body slid up hers. She could feel the press of an erection against her wet opening. "Pretend it's Remi. Tell me you love me." The words were whispered, but she heard the desperation in them. Soft kisses fluttered over her cheek, jaw, and throat. "No, don't rape me. S-stop," she yelled as the crown of his cock pushed in an inch. "You want me." "Go to hell, you stupid fuck. I only want my Remi." The burning sensation grew worse as her rapist continued to try to kiss her. "Tell me you love me." "No," she cried. "I love Remi." She turned her face away, her hands pushing against a hot, muscular chest. "Fuck. Get off me. Who the hell are you?" He suddenly vanished. Rowie groaned and rose on her elbows. Her head was still spinning, still she looked around trying to see who was in her room. The sheer curtains that draped from her canopied bed shifted making her eyes dart to the open balcony door. She frowned. She never opened that door. A movement in the mirror next to the double balcony doors drew her attention. The surface of the mirror rippled like water... then again, she knew she was very shit-faced. Could it be possible that she imagined the whole horrible near rape incident? Rowie groaned, letting her head fall back on the cushions on the couch. "Oh, man. I'm really fucked up. Now I'm imagining ghostly lovers..." She felt something cool rolling down her shoulder. Touching her finger to the strange substance she felt the tip of her finger wet. Rowie licked at the drop of moisture. It tasted salty. It tasted like a teardrop. Tell me you love me. Rowie shuddered, not understanding why she thought of Lucien. "But he's dead." Chapter Seven Vildminoria. That's where she'd been taken. The planet of vampires. "Hiding in plain sight," Remi muttered under his breath. How clever. Using the technique his commander had taught him, Remi cloaked his Viper to sneak past the Vildminorian master Guardians, watching over the solar system. It was child's play, once again making him grateful he was part Edenia's sacred seven; an Alpha Angel. "Well, ex-Edenian Alpha Angel. Fucking society thinks we're a bunch of demons now." Remi snorted. "Their loss." As he brought the Viper with careful discretion into the misty atmosphere, he thought about whether he should kill Row's brothers first then fuck her, or fuck her first then tear the conniving bastards to pieces and fuck her again afterwards. He sighed. Maybe he should fuck her first and then let her explain why she let them take her away from him. She might get mad at him for killing what's left of her family. Not a good way to start a relationship. He'd still give the fuckers a good pounding regardless, so they would never so much as think about ever taking his mate again. Her brothers looked familiar, beyond the fact there was a strong family resemblance in their facial features. There was something more about them. He couldn't put his finger on it. He wished he could have tried talking to her about her family, not that he thought she would have told him anything. Stubborn woman. He still didn't understand why she resisted him for so long. He shrugged. It didn't matter now. She was his, and he was going to get her back. He didn't care she was a full-vampire now. His dragon's blood would turn her back. He was sure of it. A bit larger than earth, Vildminoria was the same distance from its golden star as Earth was from the sun. The only difference was the deep oceans that covered four fifths of the planet's surface. Stormy clouds always loomed overhead, and twenty-eight days of the thirty day month cycle one of planet's ten moons eclipsed the sun, keeping the planet in virtual shadows. Remi perched his viper near one of Vildminoria's most prominent cities. The mountaintop afforded him a gauzy view into the metropolis while cloaking his Viper in mists. He couldn't scent her, her essence had changed with her transformation, but his beast felt the presence of its mate... the brand on her breast. His skin tingled and twitched, making Remi groan with the agony of reining in his shift. The dragon wanted its mate-now. Turning his head, he narrowed his eyes, looking at another mountain farther up the hill where he'd landed. There was a very large castle near the summit. He could see its dark shadow against one of the moons. Remien took his shirt off and let his wings emerge from his flesh. He'd fly there. Angel of Retribution Ch. 06-11 Rowie froze, her eyes snapping open. She struggled to roll the dead weight of a man... Blood-red hair... "R-Remi?" He fell with a limp thud onto the floor, his flaccid cock sliding out of her. A flood of semen spilled from within her. Rowie began to shake. He looked so pale—too pale. His lush lips were devoid of any color, as white as the rest of his flesh. She brushed his hair back and saw the scars from the first time she'd bitten him, over his heart, and the two gaping holes on his neck now. Fear was like an icy hand, gripping her by the throat. "Baby?" She patted his cheek. He was still warm, but didn't move. Opening one eye, she saw the pupil nearly obliterated the green. He wasn't breathing, she couldn't hear his heart. "Remi," she screamed, shaking him. When that didn't work, she desperately summoned Devon, shrieking at the top of her lungs. Remi was dead. Chapter Eight Bright white light surrounded him, making it difficult to open his eyes, even though he wanted to see where the hell he was. Fuck. Did I get my ass caught in another black hole? Remien's whole body felt strange, as if he had prickly bugs crawling all over his skin. He found he did not enjoy this sensation. What the hell happened? He turned his head, a weak moan sighing from his lips. "Remi?" He forced his lids to peel away from his burning eyes. Shit. What the hell was this awful sensation? Blinking, his eyes felt like they were made of sandpaper. Angel looked down at him, her long platinum tresses framing her childlike face. Remien licked his lips, grimacing. His tongue felt like cardboard. "Crazy man," she chided, shaking her head. "We thought we'd lost you for sure." Angel pouted, eyes staring at a lock of his hair she was wrapping around one of her fingers. "Doctor Quinn is taking care of Rowie. She's beside herself with grief, thinking she'd killed you." Rowie? It all came back to him; flying to Vildminoria, finding her in a castle, naked on the floor, hands buried between her legs, writhing, and screaming his name in a frenzy of lust. He'd taken her, like the beast he is, and she'd bitten him, marked him a second time. Remi shuddered, remembering the bliss. He put his hand against his neck, feeling weak, and just... strange. He closed his eyes against the unpleasant glare in the room. "What the hell's wrong with me?" His voice came out in a hoarse croak. "We all gave you blood—except Devon, of course." His eyes dragged back open with a frown. "We?" "Yes. Zak, Seth, Annie, and me," she replied with a nod, her wide blue eyes looking straight into his. Remi grimaced. "Oh, God. I've got weretigri blood running inside of me? I think I'm gonna puke." Angel frowned. "But you needed it. Rowie drank you dry." Remi ignored her and struggled to sit up. "Where is she? I need to go to her." All he needed to do was shift into dragon form and he'd be well again. The increased dragon's blood would dilute the foreign blood in him. Rowie could drink directly from his beast. It wouldn't hurt what it acknowledged as its'-their mistress. The benefits of his pure dragon's blood would definitely put her virus in remission, if not cure it completely. Angel gripped his arms. "Wait. You shouldn't get up." Remi frowned, pinning her with his stare. "Why not?" Her lips moved without making a sound as her hands fluttered. "Just as I thought," Remi snorted, and resumed his efforts to sit up. "Remi, you're too weak to stand and..." her face grew pale. She closed her eyes and to his horror, swayed forward before gripping the edge of the bed he lay upon. He gasped and gripped her arms. "Maybe you should lay down, Angie." She was trembling when she crawled next to him. Letting his arms go around her as he laid back down, he rubbed one of her arms. "Dizzy spell?" She nodded, curling against him, her head resting against his shoulder and fist nestled in the middle of his chest. "I... I always feel ill, and weak." Remi's brow shot up at the sound of a little sniffle. "Devon won't let me spar with him anymore, and I've gotten so..." another sniffle, and then she broke down crying, "so fat." Remi rolled his still dried out eyes, and pulled her tighter against him. "You're not fat." "I am too," she sobbed. "You said so yourself. I'm fat." "You're pregnant." Remi smiled and opened his palm over her rounded belly. "Beautifully pregnant. Don't worry, though. You're not going to be alone in this state. Even though," he pursed his lips, running his hands over her rounded belly, "you've gotten big awfully fast. I wonder how much longer you've got to go." Angel looked up at him, red-nosed, her eyes rimmed with wet lashes. "What do you mean I'm not going to be alone in this state?" Remi's grin grew wider. "Oh, I definitely plan on getting my Rowie very pregnant." He frowned, looking around. "That is-if she stops running from me. You'd think she was afraid of my dick." He gave her his most suggestive leer. "It's not that huge, is it Angel?" Angel blushed, but didn't back away from his blatant flirting. One of her brows drew up and she gave him a sly grin back. "Devon is bigger than—" "Hey," Remi snapped with a frown, "Dev's like-what...six-foot-ten? My rod's almost as big as his is and I'm seven inches shorter than he is. So technically mine is bigger." One of her brows drew up and she slid him a sideways glance, so he clarified, "If I were seven inches bigger all over, imagine how big I'd be down there. It'd be a few more inches too." He gave her his famous molar-to-molar grin with a wink, "inches, baby." Angel paled. "That would be absurd. What would you do with something that long? Surely you'd never be able to bed a normal humanoid, never mind walk comfortably." Remi bark out a hoarse laugh from his parched throat. "Angel, you're so innocent." He kissed her forehead, and then looked around the room again. They weren't in one of Alpha 7's quarters. The room they were in was shaped like a bubble, with metal beams spreading out from a central point in the top of the dome. White walls that shimmered like glass enclosed them, a long, shaggy, deep-green rug covered the floor. "Where are we?"