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What Happened That Night

By: Hethen129



I want to thank Final Stand for his madness and Pintapau for his editing. All mistakes are mine.

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I wake with both a splitting headache and the rushing desire to piss. You know, the desire that is so strong your stomach hurts. The headache is so bad that I'm strongly considering pissing on myself as a viable option; instead I push the leather blanket and start moving slowly to the bathroom with my eyes closed. My head is killing me. One of these lousy fucks must have spiked my drink.

As I am making my way to the bathroom I step in something. God I hope it is not piss or someone upchuck. That would be totally my luck. Finally making it to the bathroom I feel around for the toilet while testing to see if my eyes are going to cooperate. Once again blessed with the gift of sight I release the contents of my bladder and make my way to the mirror. Looking at myself I notice that outside of the marker mustache (please please please don't let it be permanent marker) there is little damage that a shower won't fix. Same brown hair and eyes, same skin that would do well to get seen by the sun and same nose crooked from a misspent youth. All in all the same face that looked at me earlier. Stepping back I give myself a once over, looks like the same T shirt I wore when I came over, same pants and same pudge from too many sodas and too few sit-up's.

Everything seems to be in the proper place so I finish my business in the bathroom and make my way out to find my boots. I flick the hallway light switch but it does not come on... ohh well... carefully I make my way to the living room and see people everywhere. They are all laid out williy nilly and only one seems awake. She is pretty hot, long hair that looks black, but could be the low light. Her skin is the color of warm honey showing either a Middle Eastern or mixed heritage. Meh she was lucky, I got my father's skin tone, my mother's hair and the low affect from both African and Irish bloodlines. Her wings were a things of beauty, like dark leather, one wrapped around her body the other laying over the couch I was laying on... she looked so at peace... wait what the fuck... wings.

Ohh shit what did they slip me, I have to be hallucinating. I know it is fun to fuck with the teetotaler but really this is too much. I stumble over some asshole that decided to pass out on the floor in front of the hallway and living room. I must have missed him while I was hugging the wall trying to get to the bathroom. I am so pissed I am about to kick the shit out of the fucker... a nice prelude to the ass whipping I am about to give everyone that I can reach when I take a closer look. Ohh God please let this be the low light but this guy looks like he is missing his legs. His pants are still on but the legs are just... gone like they were torn off and I know he can't be sleeping, unless he is one of those weird fucks who sleeps with their eyes open... and their mouth open and not breathing. 

Soon the other person, thing, I don't know, it is defiantly a female sits up and stretches and opens her eyes. They are the color of fresh Lavender. She lifts her hands above her head, stretching out a torso right out of a sports illustrated swimsuit wet dream. Wow she is perfect. I am so lost in her eyes and body I almost miss her speaking.

"Master you have woken" 

Her voice is like both the purr of a much too content cat and a phone sex operator that really overly enjoyed their job. Her speech feels old like archaic ye olde type talk. It still gives me a chub hearing her voice. Yeah, has nothing to do with her mouth that just screams kiss me, especially when she bits her bottom lip. Or the eyes that say that the only thing missing in her bed is you and she plans to rectify that. It most certainly is not that 36c breasts that are straining against that whatever the hell she is wearing. I am not a pig and would never look at a woman as a sex object so it has to be her voice. 

"Master I got bored waiting for you to wake up; your friends could only entertain me for a little while"

The way that she said friends was the same way my mother used to say it when she did not like who I was hanging with. I take a better look around the room and now that I'm fully awake I can really appreciate the shit storm that happened here. There were pieces of bodies everywhere. It looked like someone herded everyone in the middle of the living room then let loose a claymore in all four corners. The only thing that was untouched was the couch I woke up on that for some reason remained surprisingly free of everything. There was no blood or bits of anyone on the couch or on me.

In the midst of all this chaos it dawns on me that I'm not freaking out and I really should be. Sure I used to be in the Army and I have been to all the lovely places that whatever passes for a travel agent the Army uses could send me, but this was too much. Hell I was just a basic cav scout. This was some old Vietnam WWII style carnage. I should absolutely be voiding my bowels and screaming.

Instead I am watching this hot girl, thing, whatever, stretching like a cat. Her head down on the couch cushions while lifting her perfect hips and ass in the air all while maintaining a perfect arch to her back, her wings spread wide. She then sits down and wraps one of her wings around her body patting the cushion beside her. I make my way over to her, figuring that I cannot get away if I run and my riding boots are over there. There was no way I was going to leave those. Trust me you have no idea how much these things cost.

I sit down and she wraps her other wing around me. It feels comforting. She then leans against me, scenting my neck and it feels like she is giving me some sort of light kisses that make my skin tingle... and make my pants incredibly tight in the front. I turn to say something to her and all of a sudden her lips are on mine and her hand is on my chest. The kiss feels amazingly heady, almost euphoric. I start to feel her tongue invade my mouth and I don't fight her, I don't seem to want to. It is much too long and feels like it is split at the end. It sensuously explores my mouth while I use my own to explore hers. Her mouth has both the hint of cinnamon and vanilla. I love the taste and I don't even like vanilla or cinnamon. Well unless it is in hot apple cider.

I also feel like needles are invading my brain. I raise my hand to push her away, only to grab her by the back of her head and deepen the kiss. It has changed from her kissing me to me kissing her. I feel the nails on her hand claw through my shirt. As soon as I begin to push her back against the armrest she breaks the kiss.

She looks at me and smiles. "Well stud that was not half bad".

It seems that her whole demeanor has changed. She no more seems, I guess you could say reserved, instead she seems confident and, well, just different. Or as different as a chick with wings could be... oh and horns I just notice, she seems to have horns that start at her temples and are swept back against her hair.

I so need to find a light switch, I think to myself. Then I look around the room again and tell myself that would probably be a bad plan. Well, let's get some introductions out of the way and find out how fucked I am.

"Hello I am Chris and I have a few questions if you would indulge me?"

She just smiled this beatific smile. 

"Ok first things first who are you, why are you here, why is everyone dead, why am I not dead, and will we be kissing again?" I rattled off the questions, my mouth clearly outrunning my brain. Hell, I don't even know where that last question came from... not that it was not a valid question that deserved an answer, well as long as the answer was a yes.

"I am the great and powerful OZ" she says as she raises her hands.

Suddenly there is fire all round us then a massive swirl of dark energy appears before my face and I reconsider crapping myself. As soon as it appears it is gone. It was like it did not happen, there was no scorch marks, not even a burning smell. I know that it was there I can feel the heat still permeating the room.

I am so busy looking around it was surprising when I hear her laughing.

"Sorry stud it was just too easy to mess with you." She wipes a tear from her eye and then claps her hands together. The lights come on and for some reason the jingle from late night USA infomercials come to my mind. 

To say that she is beautiful with the lights on was an understatement. I also notice she's wearing pretty much a tunic and a wide leather belt. That seems to be it. Her thighs and legs are amazing and her feet end in clawed talons. Seem they match her hands and what I thought of as nails are claws. None of this detracted from her beauty in the least, wow there must be something really wrong with me. If she was standing she would stand maybe an inch taller than my five foot nine inch frame, I guess.

"Ok, from the top, I am Azrael, I came because I was summoned and then I came and came and came and came some more. Your friends were fun while they lasted. Everyone is dead because they were fools, you are not dead because you are my master." 

She then grabs me by the face again and proceeds to kiss me into what I can only describe as a momentary fugue state. I cannot tell up or down and when she brakes away I try to follow her. Here I am in the midst of all this carnage and I'm trying to make out with this hot whatever she is. Damn if only Samantha could see me now. Oh shit Samantha.

Nothing kills a chubby like thinking of my wife. Ahh, the lovely Samantha. Married her right after Army OSUT, she was the first chick to put out and really the first one I really got to be around. Got married and she was the base bike while I was deployed. Got out the army and now she is the town bike. If only leaving her would not leave me destitute she would be out on her ass. 

Now that my libido is under control ( thanks Sam you finally did something useful for me ) I can start trying to look at this rationally. Or as rationally as I could.

"So what are you and why are you calling me master?"

She looks at me and bites her bottom lip (there goes the chub again, how do women do that bottom lip thing that just gets every guy going?)

"Why don't you try and guess what I am."

Ok, how do I go about this. Since obviously I no longer live in the real world I have to dredge up all my other worldly knowledge. So I reach back into my forgotten realm story days. It does me almost zero good. Come on, I last read forgotten realms books like ten years ago. 

"You are a demon" I finally say pulling the first answer I could out of my fourth point of contact. Azrael rolls her eyes at me.

"Saying I am a Demon is like saying you are a human. Sure that's somewhat accurate but it really does not say anything. Also what you consider a Demon spans almost the entire breadth of creatures that don't walk this plane. Let's try again for something specific."

"Well your name is Azrael which is the Hebrew and Islamic name for the Angel of Death. It is also meaning one who is helped by God. So I figure you are a fallen angel style demon." 

Azrael get's very quiet and just stares at me for a few moments. 

"How can you possibly know that?"

"Well I really liked the smurfs as a kid and thought the name was interesting. Hey I am an autodidact with ADD. I am a wealth of inane knowledge."

She crawls over to me and wraps me in her wings once again. Seating herself in my lap with her exposed vulva directly over crotch, my chastity was being protected by a pair of Levi's 501 relaxed fit.

"Well my little scholar you are wrong. I am what you would call a succubus."

"What, like suck out my soul and survive off my semen succubus?"

She looks down at me, opens her mouth then closes it, then opens it again then just closes it. 

"Is that really what they say about us?"

She jumps off my lap and starts pacing around. Seeing this beautiful creature pace around throwing her hands in the air cursing is almost comical. I'm about to start laughing until she stubs her claw on the wall, gets mad and kicks a random torso out of the way, shredding it in the process. Then it really starts to hit home that I'm the only thing breathing with a very very dangerous creature. I think it is time to make my exit.

"What the fuck kind of sense does that make - look at me Chris." Azrael says as I'm trying to inch my way to the door, bike keys in hand. 

"I have a six meter wing span, I am taller than you, I am probably around one hundred forty five lbs. The average human male would ejaculate at most ten milliliters. Would YOU be able to survive off that? What in the name of the infinite abyss do they teach you people?"

"Well don't you like turn it into energy... I guess like a plant does the sun only, you know, like spiritual photosynthesis or something?"

She stops right in front of me and pinches her nose as if she is trying to stave off a headache. Hey I know the feeling. In fact not ten minutes ago I felt the same way. 

"No, it does not work like that at all. Sexual energy is around everyone pretty constantly and unlike what feminists and the church says, women think about sex as much as men do. That means everyone is putting off the energy which I can siphon and then use. I use it to power my spells but I cannot use it to sustain our life. I can use it to heal us or defend us but I can't just make food out of thin air. I need to eat and drink like you master." 

Then she points one of those talons to my chest "I tell you right now I expect you to provide. I expect the choicest of mutton and veal. You think you eat well, now you are about to learn a thing or two and if you think you are stepping a foot in my kitchen or sitting at my table dressed as you have been then I am going to have to smack you on the left side of your head and push your mind right."

I'm inching back as she's talking and pointing that long claw into my chest when what she said finally starts to get through to me. It seems like she's using a lot of us and we in her sentences. Is there more than one succubus here? Then her last diatribe finally starts to hit home.

"You know, maybe this is getting lost in translation but you are making it sound like we are going to be in the same place together. You know like at the same time for an extended period."

"Of course we are, you're my master. My anchor to this realm and as long as you live I am your protector and servant. You offered a bond and I accepted the sacrifice."

As she says this she waves around at all the dead bodies.

"Really? Ohh well that's cool, so does that mean I can, you know, end your servitude and you can go back home?"

"Umm no that would violate our bond."

"Well what are the terms of our bond?" I ask.

"I won't say. But I will say it was a most ingenuous request both keeping you safe while leaving me all the latitude I could ever want. You are the first to bond me without limiting my powers."

I guess I would feel some pride if I could remember what the fuck happened. I start trying to rack my brain for what happened. I remember that Josh McGee, some asshat with too much money and too little sense, came to the shop. He wanted me to put on new baffles on his bike as well as new bars. I think the asshole saw one too many episodes of Sons of Anarchy, bought the nicest bike he could and put a whopping two hundred miles on it. He pretty much floored me when he invited me to this shindig, but I had nothing better to do so I showed up. Hell, anything to get me away from Samantha for a few hours. I remember riding up on my rigid frame chopper. And seeing all the cars outside. Any one of those bad babies could have paid for a new addon to the shop as well as a secretary to help me with all the damn paperwork I am backed up on.

I was sorely under dressed wearing a faded grey Hanes shirt. Riding boots and a leather jacket. I walked in the condo and the other ten or so people stopped and had a good stare. At twenty eight years old I was probably at a comparable age to everyone else but even though I owned my own bike shop everyone else probably made three times as much. If the cars outside were an indicator, everyone here could buy my shop; hell they could by the entire land my shop was on several times over. 

Josh appeared and handed me a beer, which I promptly set down. I told him I didn't drink. I remember him laughing just one of those rich guy laughs.

"Someone get Christopher a coke."

"Hey man just call me Chris" I told him. In short order this stunning blond with a killer dress that left nothing to the imagination handed me a soda. Her hand caressed mine for a second and I watched her walk away with a swish of her hips.

After that things kinda get blurry, then the next thing I know I am walking into some "B" grade horror film. Seriously, something like this could easily show up on Roger Corman presents.

I turn my attention back to the succu... no wait Azrael, got to remember her name is Azrael. She's currently walking amongst the corpses lifting up torsos and bottoms that looked to have been ripped in half. 

She picks up the body of a tall brunette woman. It looks like her throat was ripped out and her face was what looked like chewed on. The brunette was wearing some sort of sparkly top and painted on jeans. The pants were so tight I swore she was poured into them; she would have been gorgeous except for her missing throat and the bite mark on her face. Now she looks like a high priced walker from the walking dead.

"Umm Azrael what are you doing?"

Azrael looks at me and purses her lips "Just some shopping."

I must have had a look on my face that speaks my confusion because she just sighs.

"Look master, you don't think my current clothes will cut it, so I am trying to find some new ones. They obviously are not going to use them any longer and they are quite nice. It just seems many of these women are built like boys."

I'm still watching her going through the bodies, when she starts to remove one of the bodies clothing. It is another bottle blond built somewhat close to Azrael. She then strips off her tunic and I can see her in all her glory. Then I clue in into what she said... damn I am so fed up with playing catch up with her.

"What do you mean I think your clothes won't cut it? How do you even know what I think; holy shit can you read my mind?"

"Well yes and no. When we kissed I read your mind, well only the surface thoughts. Now we are linked, I mean I cannot get deep into your thoughts or such. I did get a quick crash course on current speech and some social norms but only what you know."

Hmm that can be interesting I guess.

"So if we are linked does that mean that I can read your mind?" I asked her as I have to dodge an arm that she just arbitrarily throws over her shoulder. How weird is this, I know I am going to need some serious counseling. I am sitting here with a demon chick as she is stripping bodies for their wardrobe and tossing their limbs like she does not care.

"You should be able to someday" she purses those luscious lips again.

"It will depend on if you live long enough" she lifts a top and holds it against her ample cleavage. It is a lovely top if you can get past the blood and bits of flesh hanging off it. I am starting to worry because it seems that I can get past it. 

"So yeah umm what happens now?"

"Well master now I guess I clean up and we go home."

I just look at her like she has grown a second head as she starts dressing. 

"How the hell do you plan for that to work?"

"Do you not see the version of hell this house is. How do you plan to just clean it up? I don't know what fucked up world you are from but people in the tax bracket these assholes are in just don't just disappear." I tell her as I spread my arms around at the mass carnage on display.


What Happened That Night Ch. 02



Thanks still to Final Stand for his madness and Shyquash for his editing all further mistakes are mine. Please comment it is the only way I can improve. 



I am lying on my back when I come to. Azrael is on top of me kissing me still until a furious Ashley comes up behind her and hits her upside the head with a jumbo adjustable wrench knocking her off me. Ashley quickly stands over me like some mama bear protecting her cubs. She's kinda a humorous sight, this five foot three inch blond kid who cannot weight more than one hundred lbs soaking wet. She drops the wrench and grabs her knife in one hand and phone in the other. I need to put a stop to this before it gets out of hand.

I stand up and try to put my hands on Ashley's shoulders to let her know that I am ok, only to go right through her. It's like she can't feel me or like those movies where ghost could not touch the living. Ohh shit, don't let me be dead. I look down and yep my body is still on the ground. I know that I'm not dead because I'm doing my rendition of the Harlem Shake. My body flops like a fish out of water, well if that fish was lying in a puddle with an electric current in it. Well, I guess I am not dead.

"Bitch what the fuck did you do to him? Come any closer to him and I will cut your skank ass."

Ashley's pissed like I have not seen her in a long time. If I'm not dead, why can't I touch her. Azrael rebounds quickly, coming up and towering over Ashley.

"He is fine little one, just the transfer is affecting him in a ... strange way."

Ashley's not listening at all, she's already on the phone with 911 calling an ambulance. So here I am, with my thumb up my ass, Ashley freaking out and Azrael being held at knife point. This day seems to be really going well.

"Human, understand he will be fine and he needs me close to him now" Azrael starts moving towards me. She doesn't make it far before Ashley stabs her twice where her liver would be, just like I taught her. 

"You sarding cunt" screams Azrael as she changes.

Soon Ashley is confronted by a very pissed off Azrael, wings spread, her claws out but she seems not to be able to move. Like something is holding her from attacking Ashley. She lets out this roar and I can feel how pissed off she is.

"Ohh Fuck what are you?"

Ashley looks scared but she doesn't not move away from me.

"I am his wife and as you are his child. You will listen to me."

Before it could get any worse here come the sirens. Azrael starts changing back to her human form. The effort brings her to her knees but she seems healed afterwards, the knife wound completely gone. Her clothes though are a wash, the shirt is ripped and her jeans torn where her legs and feet have changed. She quickly grabs her jacket and zips it, her tits squeezed together very nicely I must say. Way hotter than one of those pretentious Abercrombie and Fitch ads you see.

As the EMT's come in to do what they can for my flopping body, I get to take a look outside and it's not what I expected. I quickly walk past them and out the open door, although it's not past, I walk right through them. Now that is disconcerting, it doesn't feel anything different than walking to the fridge for that half gallon of Ben and Jerry's at two in the morning.

Instead of seeing bayou or a parking lot or any of the other things I expect to see, it's just a blasted landscape. It's a desert with nothing around me, just my shop and then nothing. Soon the paramedics have me out the door and it looks like they went out my shop into nothing. When they lift my body into what I assume it's the back of the ambulance, it becomes a shape. It was not there one second and then there it is. Being away from my body is not the world's best idea I surmise, so I quickly try to get back in.

They have me strapped down and I'm still flopping. I notice that both Azrael and Ashley are in the back, which I guess is odd. I thought only one person could ride in the back, at least that is the way it is in the movies, but this is not the movies but an odd situation, to say the least. The medics are working feverishly sticking things in me speaking med speak and doing their thing.

Ashley has such a sad look. She reminds me of when I found her all those years ago, huddled in a corner of my shop. I lean forward to try to comfort her, totally forgetting that I can not touch a damn thing.

"Please don't die Chris, don't you fucking leave me."

She just keeps repeating it over and over. I know that if I do live through this she's going to kick my ass... hell I might just let her. Azrael is sitting back, watching the medics work. She rolls her eyes and is about to say something when Ashley snatches her back without even looking at her.

"I will fucking stab you if you let one word come out of your mouth bitch. Let them do what they have to, you hear me. I will fucking gut you."

Azrael looks at Ashley for a second and then just sits back. I swear that I see a little smile cross her face.

Something compels me to look out the window and instead of a vast expanse of nothing I see a grass plain. It is beautiful and I can feel the sun on my face and lean down and touch the grass. I am in no way the outdoors type, but I can appreciate the beauty, until it dawns on me that I am no longer in the ambulance. Well my body may be, but I am no longer with it.

Shortly after a piercing scream followed by a loud cacophony of noise follows. Of course I have to be the white guy in a horror movie and go towards the chaotic sound; my mother is probably rolling over in her grave. The sight that greets me can only be called something out of a movie directors wet dream.

It is a battle. Not a normal battle where there's guns and bombs and artillery. No, this is some shit straight out of that movie Kingdom of Heaven or Troy. Vast armies colliding axe, sword, and bow against shield. Some of the combatants have wings, some don't but all look the same, to the point that I cannot tell who's against whom. I walk closer to the battle, the warriors moving through me as if I'm not there, and that suits me fine. I continue moving through the field noticing how none were given quarter. There is no mercy asked or offered and no one runs from the field. This is totally different then what I have seen of combat. More as if two fanatical factions met, instead of proper soldiers.

I keep walking and somewhere around the middle of the melee a tall woman with wings is handing out asswhippings like Halloween candy. She's huge, over seven feet tall and clad in some glowing armor. She has large wings out her back, but not like Azrael's, no these were feathered and white as a dove's. Her features are striking, golden skin with hair the color of obsidian in a high pony tail. On her head is some weird metal piece, I think it's called a circlet.

She wields two axes with blades on both sides of one end. Now I wish I would have paid attention when my grandpa was trying to teach me about all that old weaponry and shit. The edges of the axes glow white like the inlays of her armor. She wades into groups and slaughters without compunction heads, limbs, whatever she can reach to cut. Not even her enemy's armor or shields stand in her way.

What's really shocking is that it's no secrete how she's wiping out her opponents yet they still come against her in droves and she shows no sign of slowing down either. She bellows a challenge as the next group comes upon her, and they meet the same fate as the first except one guy. He's smaller than her, had no wings and his armor did not glow. He also wears a mask of some sort, almost like those guys from the 300 movie. She swings down on him and he turns it away with his shield. Not blocking it, just redirecting her swing but she quickly follows up with her other axe swung in a tight arc that will surely remove his head from his shoulders. The guy just brings this short handled hammer, like from the Thor movie, and deflects her blow quickly, head butting her before she can recover again and knocks her to the ground.

As soon as she hits the ground she rolls from the incoming hammer strike that would have demolished her beautiful face. Instead of getting to her feet, she brings up her fist, smashing on his wrist and making him drop the hammer. She's quickly on her feet and the guy tries to put some distance between her and him.

She's quickly upon him, ripping the shield out of his hands and ripping his mask away. Then she's kissing him. I look around and see that the fighting has not ebbed at all, it is really like the last battle of some film. I look back to the woman and she's on top of the guy, his armor ripped away hers discarded. She has him by the throat while she mounts him, her head back, her top only modestly covered by an opaque white sheathe. Her wings flutter in time with her rise and fall. It reminds me of a book I read a number of years ago where they described sex as taking your pleasure. Well, this woman is definitely taking her pleasure. The man under her is swinging his arms, trying to knock her off, to no avail. When she climaxes she screams and I don't think her living dildo was far behind her, the way his body tenses and with a quick jerk of her hand his neck is broke.

I'm so shocked I fall on my ass and the world shifts around me. I'm in the hospital and I notice Ashley talking to someone. Azrael is nowhere to be seen. That actually worries me. There is no telling what kind of trouble she can get into without some sort of supervision. I start walking around, trying to see if I can find her. I have no real clue where I'm going. I make it a point to avoid hospitals after my mother passed. They always freaked me out and if more people thought about how many people actually died in hospitals it would freak them out too.

I don't know how it happens but soon I find Azrael sitting with a woman. The woman is middle age, kinda plain or maybe it is the crying and sobbing. Azrael has her arm wrapped around the woman and is whispering things in her ear. Soon the woman just smiles at her and Azrael stands, pulling her up and they make their way to an unoccupied room and close the door.

"Ohh shit please don't let her be doing what I think she is"

I quickly follow through the closed door, which is still fucking weird. Azrael has the woman's sweater and bra over her breast as she kisses her on the neck. The woman head leans back and she's arching her back to put her breast into Azrael's hands. The succubus nimble fingers are working the woman's nipple while her other hand is doing something the woman obviously likes under her jeans.

"Please" The woman says breathlessly. It looks like she wants to say more, but Azrael quickly kisses her quiet again. This really sucks, every time Azrael kisses me something happens, but she can kiss this woman and she is not in a coma.

"Shhh my pet let me take care for you"

I have to admit, Azrael certainly lives up to the succubus name. Or maybe not, I really don't know shit about succubus, or is itsuccubi? I don't know anything about her kind but I do know she has this woman wrapped around her finger. Or to be more accurate the woman's vagina is wrapped around her fingers. She continues touching the woman, sometimes gentle sometimes aggressive,and the woman just begins quaking. It last several moments and Azrael kisses her one more time.

"Forget my pet forget and let your troubles go."

The woman is still breathing as Azrael stands up and licks her fingers clean.

"Master did you enjoy the show? If I knew you were watching I would have chosen a more attractive playmate."

Azrael knows I am here. Awesome, maybe she can get me back into my body or at least tell me what she did. There might be a light at the end of this tunnel finally.

"Azrael over here...what the fuck did you do to me."

Azrael says nothing and it dawns on me that she's not looking at me or even in my direction.

"Not enough," she mumbles to herself.

She then looks down at the woman whose clothes are still in disarray.

"If I take more from you, master will not be happy. He may already be displeased with me, I am loathe to make him more so."

She then spins around and walks through me to the center of the room.

"Master I cannot hear or see you, my powers are much too weak."

With that she walks through the door. I follow her and instead of the hospital I'm in a stone hall. There is no harsh incandescent light, it's torches all along the wall. I walk down and it dawns on my that I am not falling through the floor. I can see stairs leading down at the end of the hall, so I know I must be on at least the second floor but I am not falling through. I try to kick one of the walls and my leg goes right through the stone, but when I put my foot down nothing happens. I guess I will chalk this up to another act of random craziness.

I walk down the hall and coming up the stairs I hear some noise like glass on glass. I walk through the door and I'm shocked. There it is Azrael, sitting on a small table. Beside that is a larger table, mostly filled with beakers and glassware that you would see in a chemist lab. She's wearing the same tunic and belt but it seems in much better repair.

"Master I am bored"

I am about to say something when a guy walks through me. He is tall, with dark hair and eyes. He's carrying some powder. I also notice that she's not speaking English nor this is Gaelic. I heard my father and grandfather speak it all the time and never could understand it. I wonder why I do now.

"Master won't you come and play with me just for a bit?" Azrael says as she starts rubbing her nipples with one hand then teasingly traces her fingers down until they are between her legs but still under the tunic.

"Master it will be worth your while." she says as she comes over and starts rubbing her wet fingers along his lips. He sucks her fingers clean then pushes her away.

"Dammit Gylu, I will tend to you in a moment. Show patience and I will unleash you on all those fools who call themselves the learned of Kilkeny. They believe that science and magic are two coins distinct and separate, one to be removed from thought and history. But they are wrong so wrong my dear, they are the same coin with different sides."

Ohh well, when I look closer I see differences between Azrael and her. Her wings are larger, the claws on top of the spines are pitch black. Her eyes are black with no irises and her legs look disjointed, almost like a dog's hind legs.

As the guy is going through his spiel, Gylu just lays back. Obviously she has heard this before and did not care. That is another thing I now noticed about Azrael. She seems to want to know about every little thing and seems to be interested when I talk to her about something. But then I have known her for less than 24 hours, so maybe it is just that everything is new to her.

Soon another demonic creature joins. More powerfully built than any other I have seen, her stomach is hugely distended and she's ass naked. Her red skin and horns remind me of what I always assumed demonic creatures would look like.

"Harlot, leave the Master be."

The Master smiles at the newcomer and pats her stomach.

"Hold Beleth, my dear. Gylu simply is a creature of her nature as are you." He then looks at her, putting her face in his palm in of one hand and caressing one of her horns with the other.

"My love, our Anna grows strong, she will no longer let me rest."

Beleth takes the mans hand that cups her face and brings it to her belly. Gylu comes behind the lovers that seem to have only eyes for each other for the moment.

"Master I want one as well. You will gift me with child won't you?"

Before he could answer there's a commotion, as some guys with swords run up the stairs and flood the halls. Some are dressed in Knight style plate armor, some in simple chain mail and tunic, but none of it can save them.

The demon called Gylu tears through them and their armor as if it is tinfoil. I am sure they would have put up a good fight but she's so fast that before any could even speak they are dying. She rips out throats and dismembers limbs with ease. She snatches one warrior's sword in one hand and the arm that's holding it with the other ripping both from the warrior, then commences to beat on the warriors with her newly acquired weapons. Two knights who's armor is covered by a white tabard with a red cross come up the stairs. As Gylu tries to assault them, both Knights say something in a language that sounds like Latin, or maybe Italian, I don't know, never was big on the romance languages. Whatever they say has both Beleth and Gylu on their knees covering their ears screaming and moaning. The knights come closer and closer when a friar comes up behind them.

"Eoghan mac Concobhair, you silly bastard. You truly thought that you could summon demons and hide from the church... on your own estates no less."

The friar then looks at the state of Beleth.

"I guess if you had time to summon two of these devil spawn and make one so heavy with child you might have ample cause to think you would escape our notice."

Eoghan just stands back looking in fear, as the knights come forward still chanting and the friar close behind.

"Surrender yourself to the mercy of the church while your soul may be saved. You have no options and no escape."

The friar kicks Gylu in the ribs but it seems to barely register to her.

"Your foul magics cannot work here. This place is holy as long as the brothers of the Poor Knights of Christ..."

He does not get to finish what he's saying. Eoghan lights some of the powder and tosses it at the three. The explosion is not m67 grenade worthy, mostly just smoke and sound, but shocks me enough that I'm falling back while Eoghan runs towards the stairs grabbing both demons by the arm.

I fall through the wall from the second story, and land beside my bed in the hospital. I stand up, looking around, checking out the machines that I am hooked to and can't touch. I am still shaking and flopping around within the restraints and I look bruised.

"I am so going to feel this once I get back to my body."

Soon the door opens and this short woman with very long bright red hair comes in. She Injects my body with something and after a few minutes I stop shaking. She sits on the bed and start caressing my face, moving my hair away from my eyes. She starts singing a little under her breath and I notice a thick Russian accent.

"Ohh Chris what has happened to you?"

Now I am racking my brain and taking a good careful look at this woman. Sorry but in my life previous to the last day, beautiful women were few and far between. Her red hair is tied into a tight pony tail, high on her head but still flowing down to a very delectable butt. It reminds me of fire in zero gravity from that movie Event Horizon. Her eyes are green with golden flecks, and her mouth is to die for. The lips are not plumped up, but thin and shiny with a hint of her gloss. There's a hint of freckles that she seems to be hiding with her makeup. Her breast are not huge, but like her lips they seem to fit her small frame very well and still fill out her scrubs nicely. So far, the hottest nurse I ever seen, and I am one hundred percent sure that if I ever met her before I would have remembered. Especially when I have some private time in the shower.

"Don't worry Serdtse moye serdtse. I will care for you."

Not long after Azrael, followed closely by Ashley, muscles their way in the room. The poor nurse they seem to have abused is one step behind them. For a second all the women look shocked at each other, but the nurse recovers the quickest, while Azrael, Ashley and the gorgeous woman stare daggers at each other.

"I am sorry Dr. Koshkka these two are not family and they busted in. I have called security."




What Happened That Night Ch. 02



The redhead is not a nurse it seems, but a Doctor. Ohh well, maybe she takes an interest in each patient, and if I was in my body I would definitely be digging her bedside manner. She's still running her fingers through my hair absently, like she's not even aware she's doing it, while she's staring down both Ashley and Azrael, almost like she's ready to protect me from them. Being how she is shorter than both it was pretty comical, but then it dawns on me. This is the second time today that some short woman is staring down Azrael over me. It makes me wonder what has happened to my life. Finally the doctor speaks.

"Please call off security, they are fine. Also it is Koshka not Koshkka." Then she looks at the ladies

"Please sit. I have questions that are pertinent for his treatment and would appreciate if you could answer."

Her demeanor and words are precise and professional, except the way she's still touching me. Yeah that's not professional at all. She opens a file and removes her hand from my hair and puts on some black framed glasses.

"It says here he is married. Are any of you Samantha Sanders or a sibling?"

Before Ashley can grab her, Azrael comes forward thrusting her chest out in pride.

"I am his first wife now. The pumccali has been disposed of and we speak of her no more. This little fair hair one is Chris's daughter but not his real daughter. Ashley, she is a lesbian."

The doctor just looks at Azrael like she would some mentally ill person. Ashley looks at Azrael in shock, I don't know to whether the news that Samantha was out of the picture or that Azrael was referring to herself as first wife.

"Ok what was given to him? He does not take drugs."

Part of that is a statement like she knew I did not do drugs... or she really wanted it to be true. This time Ashley speaks first, grabbing Azrael and pushing her out of the way.

"Sorry about her but, no Dr., Chris does not take drugs or drink or smoke. As far as I know this one kissed him and now we are here"

"I am sorry, I was only trying to give him information to share with him what would be hard to explain. Plus I really enjoy kissing him. I am excited for when he arises and takes me."

She then comes up to the doctor.

"I am very excited and Chris has forbade me from touching Ashley. You and I though, can have a very pleasurable time. It seems to have been a long while for you."

Ashley yanks Azrael back by the hair and the doctor looks pissed.

"You have touched him? You laid your hands on this man."

I wish that there's something more I could do than just observe, and then Azrael looks closely at the doctor. After a few minutes she just smiles at her.

"Yes, you will do nicely"

I turn to look at what Ashley reaction is going to be but find myself in a meadow now instead. I turn back around and there is no more hospital at all, just some trees and a brook bubbling away. It is a beautiful scene, like something out of a painting.

There is laughing coming up the hill coming from a beautiful woman. She is wearing a smock over her dress, her blond hair flowing behind her and a smile that is competing with the sun. Everything about her just oozes happiness. She runs into the arms of a man at the bottom of the hill by a gently flowing brook. He lifts her easily in his muscular arms, swinging her around. She kisses him soundly, threading her fingers through his hair.

"Come love, we must be away before my father finds us."

Her voice has one of those Irish lilts and is really nice to listen to.

"Dear, your father is a man of the church and servant of the lord. He would be pleased by our union. We do not have to hide from him."

The woman just laughs, kissing him again.

"My love what is the purpose of an illicit union if my father approves. You would take the joy of my secret love from me" she bats her eyes at him.

"No my heart, but I would scream my love to the world, holding it as an example of all that is good."

The woman pulls him down into the grass on top of her. He's sliding his hands down, cupping her breast.

"Eban, show them to me, I dislike when you hide yourself from me."

The man sits up, still over the woman, smiling down at her. He removes his shirt as she raises her hands and caresses his muscular chest as he closes his eyes and white wings burst from his back. They are like the ones I saw on the woman's when all this shit started. It's all very romantic and I turn around and closed my eyes. I feel like a intruder and really after seeing such a sickly sweet scene I need a insulin shot.

I take a deep breath and when I open my eyes again I'm on a tarmac, watching soldiers come out of an old C5A Galaxy. These guys look tired and beat through. I notice one out of all of them staying behind, helping older women and children out. Behind the fence on the other side where some hippy protesters. Not like in my time, where they are kids living off daddies money hippy's, but actual hippy's, the true unwashed masses.

"Hey Sanders, so what are you going to do now that you are back to the world." 

At first I thought the guy was talking to me, but then I see he is talking to the soldier that stayed behind to help the children and women. As he turns around I notice to whom he really looks like. Holy shit, it is my dad, just like I seen him in all the pictures. I was so envious of this guy. It seems not much has changed from then to now, still all planes and angles. Still looks like he was chipped out of a piece of marble, all those years in the jungle and the man still could not tan.

"Don't know man just going to play it as it comes."

He's handling the kids real delicate and totally ignoring the bullshit the asshats behind the fence are spouting. It is shocking really, that these guys will later become bankers, lawyers, politicians who knows, but most of them will be what they fought against. After the last person was off dad grabs his ruck and makes his way alone to the headquarters building.

I follow him, noticing how young Steven Sanders does not move like my dad, but then again this is probably thirty or more years from my now to here. My father as I knew him always reminded me of either a tightly wound spring ready to launch or a predator about to pounce. This guy just moves like a tired soldier who saw too much at a too young age. Before he can get to the bldg. another soldier comes out the door. He is wearing 1sg rank and his face had the lines and miles to show he had earned every chevron and rocker. He was the quisesential top someone you knew whose liver had stories to tell.

"Hey LT the sir says take a three day pass, he does not want to see your ugly mug until Monday."

Dad just looks at the 1SG smiles, turns around and starts his way to the voices calling some pretty inventive names. He does like he always advised me and let it roll off his back like it did not affect him at all. I never really learned that skill and would have knocked one of these mother fuckers out by now. Besides some coarse words no one says anything to him and the few that try to get in his way beat feet when he glares at them. I guess that has not changed either, because when he gave me the look I would make it my life's mission to get the hell out of dodge.

He was almost out the gate to the street when he bumps this short womanwhos back was turned to yell at the soldiers that just passed. Ohh shit I am seeing the meeting of my mother and father. She turned around pissed with fire in her eyes but as soon as she saw him she stopped and they just stood there looking at each other for a second, my father all six foot six of him getting stared down by my five foot three inch mother. She was not screaming obscenities or calling him baby killer or any of that shit like she was yelling at the other soldiers when they passed no they just stared at each other. I so just wanted to joke her that he was probably surprised that a shadow could talk with how dark she was. Oh my God and that afro I mean I know she told me she had one and it was the seventies so everyone did. But it really made her look like a struck match. She just took a deep breath and said in her thick African/Jamaican accent.

"Watch it soldier."

"It's Lieutenant mam my name is Lieutenant Steven Sanders. My apologies, I didn't see you."

"My name is Barbra Twumasi," she says, her eyes locked on his. "So, are you going to take me out and apologize properly?"

Dad just looked at my mom and put his ruck higher on his back.

"Yes mam lead the way."

My mom looked back at him.

"See Steve, you already have the right attitude I know we are going to get along just fine."

Holy shit mom has always called the shots in seems. I was walking out to follow them to my mothers old car listening to them get to know one another. Actually I am just listening to my mother talk and my dad smile and watch her.

As soon as I go through the gate I am at a playground. I look around and I recognize this place. This is the playground close to the dependent housing in Landsthuel Germany. We got sent here after Augsburg because dad complained how he did not want to leave Germany. Besides that, the only thing I remember was watching terrible AFN and that my grandfather was staying to visit us for a few weeks that year. I turned by the sandbox, already expecting what I was going to see.

An eight year old me is standing over three other kids. I drop the rock from my hand as an older kid starts trying to get up and I rush over, kicking him in his face then again in his nuts. Another of the boys is trying to get up and I am about to administer the same punishment to him when I hear the voice every child dreads.

"Christopher Aedan Sanders you better get your ass in this house before I beat the black off you!" My mother yells.

Both young me and I have a shiver run down our backs. It is comical because eight year old me is much less melanin enhanced then I am now. Young me starts trying to grab his backpack and jacket. I am willing young me to hurry up but I know it is too late. My mother comes in view of the playground and sees me, and she is all five feet four inches of fury. She has done away with the afro. Instead her hair is plaited in long braids that reach down her back. She is wearing one of her house dresses and just looks so far removed from the hippy life style it is not even funny. From war protester to military officer housewife, but I remember how she loved it and she loved us. I tear up seeing my mother, I just miss her so much and to know that just three years from now she will be gone.

She grabs young me by the arm, raising me on my toes.

"Christopher what the hell have you done? Get your narrow ass home this second."

She pushes me back towards the house and smacks me upside the head then she turns to tend the other kids. I start trudging over the two streets back to my house. My paternal grandfather is working on the '72 electra glide.

"Hey boy your momma had to get ya?" He says in his thick Irish accent. He was somewhat shorter then my dad but easily just as wide. I remember thinking at that age we must have been descended from giants. I remember asking him and he said that we might have a spot of the Fionn Mac Cumhail blood. Too bad that that shit passed me by.

The young me just nods to my grandfather. I watch him for a minute or so then make my way in the house where my father comes and scoops me up. I watch the young me fidget trying to get out of the big mans hug. I mean come on, I am eight years old, way to old to be hugging my dad I remember thinking, but now I just miss it.

"So boy what did you do today" My father asks me. Setting me down, I know I can't even begin my homework before telling him everything. Sometimes he would be gone deployed for long periods of time but when he was home he spent every moment he could making up for lost time with us.

"Your child was out beating up on the other kids." My mother says as she comes in looking pissed as hell. Both my father and I give young me a sympathetic look. I remember always being dad's kid when I was in trouble but I was her special little boy when I was doing the right thing. Now was not one of those times as she stood in the living room hands on her hips and giving me the stink eye.

"Well Christopher what do you have to say for yourself?" My father asked in his quiet tone. In fact thinking back on it, I don't remember my father ever raising his voice.

"They would not leave me alone. They keep bothering me about being half black and calling me names. Then Bobby and his friends put their hands on me and you said don't let anyone hurt me."

Oh shit Bobby Vilanova I remember him now. He was a racist ass, which was weird because his dad was some sort of Hispanic if I remember right. I have not thought of this in like twenty years and I think that they had a permanent change of station after this.

My father just went out to the garage returning only in a few minutes with a rubber M16A2 rifle. 

"Ok Chris you know what to do. You will stay in punishment until dinner."

Young me takes the rifle out front and holds it over my head with both arms straight. Then I get up on my tip toes and raise my body up and down from flat foot to tip toes. I have to continue this until my father come and get me. My grandfather looks at me and chuckles to himself.

"Boy I won't ask what you did but I will ask you this; was it worth the consequences you are suffering now?"

I stop bouncing for a second looking at grandpa. I think about it and then answer him.

"I would do it again if I had to daideo, I beat them and others may learn to leave me alone."

My grandpa smiles at me. "Good on you boy, everything we do has a consequence, so be ready to suffer for any action you take and even more for inaction. The trick is to be ready to face the music when the time comes. Trust me boy it is very rarely a pleasant tune."

Yeah there goes grandpa giving me life lessons that I could not understand at that age. Hell I am twenty eight and barely understand them now. I move from behind the young me and try to place my hand on my grandfather's shoulder even though it passes right through him.

"Is brae liomtú seanathai" I tell him using all the Gaelic I remember. I turn around back to the house, this time hoping to be anywhere but here. I was just finishing my first deployment when he died and he made sure no one would tell me. He did not want me to worry and it cost me being able to say goodbye to him. He left me everything but none of it can replace him. I start to feel some self-loathing for what I let Samantha do to his house and I am damn sure going to fix it when I get home. 

I go through the door and now I am in the hallway of the hospital, both Ashley and Azrael sitting together. Ashley looking at least like she is not going to kill Azrael and to me that is progress.

"So you are a succubus. You don't want to hurt Chris because he is your master and you guys will be together for the rest of his life. You do know that he is married right?" Ashley asks "I doubt that bitch will let this shit fly. In fact, where is Samantha, that cunt would not let a chance to hit on the doctors here go?"

"I have her with one of her lovers. She has forgotten about who I am. All she knows right now is that she is in love and happy with this man right now."

Ashley looks at her "What do you mean right now?"

"I am really weak right now so it will only last a week or two. Then she will recall everything. I just wanted to kill her but master forbade it."

Ashley just sat there thinking about that for a minute. "This is no kinky sex thing is it? Chris is really your master that's why you could not hurt me."

"Yes I cannot bring harm to you nor let you bring harm to him. This is my duty as his first wife among other things."

"You know, I have heard you use the term first wife before, but Chris has been married to Samantha for awhile. It is not like they can get an annulment and Samantha said she would never let Chris have a divorce so how can you be his first wife?"

Azrael smiles at Ashley "First wife is a position. I will care for his wellbeing, be in charge of his household and choose the other women that will share his bed."

"You make it sound as if this is a done thing, like he has no choice."

Azrael just looks at Ashley "Would you trust his choice in women?"

Ashley just shakes her head.

"So Ashley, tell me more about you. How you come to know Master?"

"There is really not much to tell. I have been in the system for most of my life. I learned early that I needed to fuck, suck or steal to get what I needed. So when I was twelve, the new family the state stuck me with was pretty standard, the mom just wanted those state checks to show up, the dad wanted something wet to stick his cock in, and their darling little boy just wanted to set shit on fire. Anyway I was out late one night and a couple of guys thought that they were going to take for free what I charge for. I ran, they chased and I ended up in my hidey hole. I had no idea that the place was purchased... I mean it had been run down forever and it was literally at the end of the road."

Ashley took a deep breath and continued on "So there were these two guys that trapped my twelve year old ass and I was pretty scared until we heard this loud ass bike come up. Chris came up the stairs cool as you please and looked at me probably scared out of my mind... I was such a wimp then" Ashley laughed.

"Anyway these two dudes crowded me into a corner. Well, Chris doesn't say shit, just turns around and fucking leaves. Just gone and so the two guys looked at each other and they turned to me. Not even 30 seconds later, Chris comes back in with a wrench out of his tool bag. He had one guy from behind in a choke hold and kicked the back of his leg while pulling him back and hit the other guy in the temple with the wrench in the other hand. Then he brought the wrench down on the other guys face over and over again until he stopped moving."

"At that time I was more scared of Chris than those other two guys by a long shot. I told him I would do anything he wanted and that he did not have to hurt me. Do you know what the fucker did; he looked at me and smiled."

"Then he said – Anything?"

Ashley says that trying to do her best impression of me. It was pretty funny.

"He said - then take this, and tossed me a shirt and said take off your clothes. Well Azrael, I played this game before so I thought I'll give him some suck and fuck action and I can be on my way. When I start stripping Chris freaks out.

Ashley then goes back into her impression of me.

"Girl what the fuck are you doing? Don't take your clothes off here, go in the bathroom. Then wash up and come back down here."

So I did what Chris told me. I came back down and both guys were gone. He fed me and let me crash at his house that first night and that was the start of Chris pretty much taking care of me. There have only been a few problems, one being Samantha.

I hate that bitch and told him to lose her a few times but all he would say was "A man has to live with the choices he makes." He doesn't know she and I got into a fight when she said she was going to report me staying at the shop. That bitch never went to the shop not even once I think.

She was right. I never knew Samantha and Ashley got into a fight. All I know is that Ashley refused to come to the house since Samantha was there and Samantha would not come to the shop... mostly because I did not want her to invade the one spot that was really for me.

Ashley continued "Anyway over the years anytime I need anything, from help with homework to, well anything, Chris would be there. Though one time it hit home that he was really looking out for me. You see, when I was thirteen I stole something from this mom and pop gas station. Well, Chris found out, so he marched me back to the gas station and made me apologize to the owner. Then he told the owner that for the next month I would happily work at the gas station as a way to make up for my theft.




What Happened That Night Ch. 02



So the guy agrees and every day, instead of coming to see Chris, I have to go to the gas station. It sucked, but Chris was adamant about it. Then one day Perkins, the owner, says that if I did not want him to tell Chris that I was stealing again I would have to perform some "special" service for him.

Azrael just looked at Ashley and said "What did you do?" her tone was not judging just curious.

"Well I got on my knees and when he went to drop his pants I punched him square in his balls and hauled ass. When I got to the shop I was in tears and told Chris what happened. Chris just held me and told me everything would be ok and he would take care of it. He gave me some money and told me to get some take-out and rented a hotel room for me that night."

Ashley smiled "So I went to Pizza Hut and ate and went to the hotel room Chris got me. I just could not relax there and really missed the shop so I snuck back in. By that time Chris had already moved in a lot of tools and he had Perkins head in a vice and was using a blow torch burning off what little hair the guy had."

"Now Perkins, you are going to be Ashley's guardian angel. From what I hear you sick kiddy fucking nasty's all know each other or something. I have to go back to my unit so here is what is going to happen: you will make sure nothing, and I mean NOTHING, happens to her. You will do this and she will never know that's you. In fact, if she so much as gets a paper cut or hangnail I am coming for you. If she even gets a whiff of your fetid stink in her general direction then I am coming for you."

Chris said everything with a smile, like he was just talking to an old friend. Chris then kicked him in his nuts and told him.

"You know what; I don't think Ash is going to come into the gas station anymore. I bet we can call her debt paid."

"I never told Chris I saw that. He could have got in so much trouble. I mean no one would have believed me over Perkins, but Chris didn't even question it. He always has my back like that. Of course he did not leave just to Perkins to put the word out and look after me, he told his father too. If you stick around he might take you to meet Steven and trust me, no one wants to fuck with that guy."

I don't know what to say, listening to Ashley tell this just brings up old memories. I know it was not my finest hour, but I have never regretted it. I just wished that she never knew what I did. I do not want her to look at me as some kind of monster. The girl is a pain in the ass but she is my pain in the ass I guess. I turn to walk into the room where my body is. I know I have not done shit today but I am already feeling tired.

When I step through the door I am bewildered to find myself standing in front of Joshua's house...the genesis of my old life's ruin. All of this insanity...no, craziness. Insanity would have meant this wasn't really happening to me.

It felt like it was only yesterday that I rode my bike here. I approach the door.

"What does this do?" a melodic female voice muses behind me. I spun around to see a woman bent beside my bike, looking at my fuel intake system. She wears a simple, ankle-length blue skirt and a billowy, white Peasant blouse. From my angle I can tell she's nicely endowed and going bra-less. Her hair is thick, black and wavy - clearly of Eastern Mediterranean extraction.

"That's my...." I notice when she stands up, she looks obliquely past me. I make a snap gaze over my shoulder to see what she is looking at. Nothing stands out.

"Ah...Christopher, my direct gaze is not for someone of your lineage. Not yet anyway," her voice flows out like a cool mountain stream with a hint of honeysuckle.

"You are not...are we real?" I piece together thoughts from my confusion.

"You and I are quite real, Christopher Sanders. I am Ishara of the Hurrian and Hittite peoples, Martial Goddess of the Host, Dot to those who hold my heart and in my time a twin-soul of Ishtar - it's complicated. Suffice it to say, your circumstance is near-death, perfectly normal for a person with your condition and rarely fatal."

"I - okay, Ishara. What does that mean: 'near-death, perfectly normal for a person with your condition and rarely fatal'?" I engage her.

"Oh," she laughs. "I am like most divinities; often meddlesome, occasionally helpful and never precise."

"Par for the course," I mutter. "Why are you here? Are you interested in Azrael? And what is with the 'Host' bit? Angels...demons?"

"I am here to give you a nudge and remind Azrael of the rules we operate under - guide, but do not direct. Don't worry, I'm off to see her next. As for Host," she chortled. "That is what my Amazons call themselves. Amazon is a Greek word and they don't much care for anything Greek, past and present."

"If you are here to pay a visit to Azrael, why are you here...at this place...with me?" I inquire.

"To let you know we care, Christopher. We can only safely do so much without upsetting the balance. It is that balance that keeps you mortals safe from things far worse than Azrael - things like the creatures who placed that abominable lore in the minds of those who would have turned you into their sacrifice."

"I hadn't thought about that..." I mutter.

"Yours was no accidental meeting. You and Azrael were targeted," she gives a weary smile of one who is used to being savaged by limitations.

"Targeted by who?" I perk up.

"I have to go, Christopher. Don't just take care - take care of those who care for you. Good-bye. Oh, before I go, remember the fortune cookie." With that, she vanishes into a rapidly diminishing silver mist.

With her disappearance comes the pain. No, not the emotional pain that came with seeing my mother or grandfather. No, this is good'ol regular physical pain. It's pretty sad that this is the most normal thing that has happened to me lately. I hurt all over. This is worse than when my M1025 Humvee got flipped in an IED attack.

"Come back Chris, that's right lyublyu wake up."

I open my eyes to the beautiful Dr. Koshka running her fingers through my hair.

"Welcome back" she says with a smile that just melts me. Then she gets up and leaves like the fires of hell were warming her wondrous backside...for a white girl she really has an ass.

Soon a man in a white lab coat comes in.

"Hello Chris I am Dr. Richards. You gave us quite a scare."

The Dr. starts looking over a file while continuing to speak. I am pretty much ignoring him while he goes on about the medical mumbo jumbo. Then it dawns on me that the lovely Dr. Koshka has not returned.

"Umm where is Dr. Koshka? I thought she was taking care of me." I ask the Doc.

He looks at me for a minute, then wrote something in his chart. Then he starts checking some readings on the machine before just walking out the door, not even answering my question. He is gone only a minute or two when he comes back followed by another doctor type.

It's the second Doctor that speaks this time. 

"So Chris, you are asking about Dr. Koshka. Has someone mentioned her to you?"

What is the big fucking deal, I mean does me asking a question really rate two doctors. Then it dawns on me I should have not known her name. I was supposed to be out of it when I saw her stand off with Ashley and Azrael.

"Yeah Doc I was in and out of it when I heard a nurse or someone mention her name."

The two docs visibly relax and the other pats Dr. Richards shoulder and just walks out. Dr. Richards starts with his bag again and I start ignoring him. I am sure in his own little world he's saying something important. Doctors always thought they were so important. 

"Ok Doctor can I get out of here now and where is my clothes and the rest of my shit?"

The doctor looks at me like I grew a second head.

"Mr. Sanders I don't think you understand; you are coming off a sustained episode of involuntary muscle spasm and extremely abnormal EEG and EKG readings." 

"Sure doc, just bring out the AMA. I will sign it, give me my shit and I will leave."

"Mr. Sanders please understand..."

"No Doc I don't want to be here. I am not staying, so unless what you have to say gets me out of here I don't want to hear it."

You know that is real big talk coming from a guy in a paper gown and strapped down to a hospital bed. It must have worked because he leaves pretty quickly and it's not long before the same nurse that tried to hold Ashley and Azrael is back with my things and papers for me to sign.

"Excuse me nurse there should have been two women here, one a young blond and the other a brunette. They were not kicked out of the hospital or anything were they?"

The nurse just laughs.

"No, someone has called them and they will be here shortly."

Called them from where I wonder. I would have thought they would have been in the hospital all night. Then I remember that tonight is Ashley's GED prep class and I told her that she could not miss any of them for any reason. That seems to answer what Ashley is doing but what about Azrael? I hope that she is not out being left to her own devices.

I finish getting dressed and find my keys and my boots. I start walking out when the nurse comes back with a wheel chair. I almost tell her to piss off that I don't need it, but I figure she has already been through enough today, so I just sit down like a good patient. I swear I hear her sigh in relief and she starts pushing me to my freedom. 

She wheels me outside right when Ashley and Azrael show up in the truck. It is bright outside, so I must have been here overnight. Ashley is wearing her riding boots, jeans and one of her mechanic shirts that say her name on the front and has the black jack cycles logo on the back.

Azrael is dressed in some really short shorts and a white wife beater. Seriously, Catharine Bach would be shocked how short these things were. As soon as they saw me they rush up to hug me, with Azrael lifting me out of the chair. It is amazing how strong she is and when she is in this form sometimes I forget she is not human. I turn to make sure no one noticed that this woman just dead lifted my big ass with no problems but the nurse is already hightailing it back into the hospital.

"Ok Ladies we have a lot to talk about so let's head to my house. First let's stop by Wendy's and grab something to eat."

The girls just look at each other and we all get in the truck and head home. My body's still sore but not as bruised as I expected. In fact the bruises look less vibrant than they should for only a day. I was sitting in the back with Azrael driving and Ashley in the passenger seat playing with the radio.

I swear I only close my eyes for a second and when I open them again we are at the house. Azrael just unlocks the door and Ashley walks in, cool as you please, with me following close behind. I look around in awe for a second then step back outside to make sure this is my house. I walk back in and it is spotless. Not only is it clean but the furniture is rearranged and it smells wonderful. I look around downstairs and everything is immaculate and it is the same upstairs.

It looks like instead of two there are three of the four bedrooms occupied. The one I used to sleep in is very different, gone where the posters of bikes, bands and girls. My motorcycle manuals are nowhere to be found. A new queen size bed takes up a lot of the room and the ensuite bathroom is now dressed in light blue. I open the top drawer of the dresser and there are some ladies unmentionables. I lift up a pair of boyshorts that seem to be made out of lace... I hope that these are ladies undergarments.

"Chris, what are you doing?"

Ashley rushes in the room and grabs the panties out of my hand while starting to push me out of the room.

"Excuse me young lady this is my home and what the actual fuck is going on?"

"Well Chris, since this is your home then we are your guests. Go cook us something. in fact, make that thing I like." Ashley says as she pushes me down the stairs to the kitchen.

When my house was a disaster pretty much mirroring my life, the kitchen was my solace. Both my mother and father always used to say that a man must cook well if he ever wants the love of a good woman. I cooked for Samantha the first year of our marriage, but after I found out she was buying tickets to ride the cock carousel I stopped.

Azrael is sitting on my kitchen counter while I pull out the chicken and carrots for my Coq Au Vin that Ashley loves. I see that the women planned ahead. This must be why they let me sleep instead of stopping at that fast food joint I asked them to.

Azrael is swinging a shapely leg back and forth humming something to herself. She looks really happy as she watches me preparing the food. 

"Hey Ashley, why do you want dinner when it is barely lunch time?"

I was curious. This dish was pretty time consuming not to mention it sits heavy on the stomach so she will not be in the mood for dinner.

"Hey man, unlike some people, we have not laid around in a hospital bed, so after I eat I am going to pass the fuck out and not get up again unless the house is on fire or some hot Asian chick comes in and wants to lick peanut butter off my toes."

Well with that stunning visual I decided it was my time to shut the fuck up.

"Master, she seems happier now that she does not have to hide this from you."

I pull out the chocolate and the cognac and just smile to myself. 

"She never did, all I want is for her to be happy and I don't care who it is with...well as long as it is not you."

I break a piece of the chocolate bar and offer it to Azrael and she just freezes. Like she's made of stone, she just stares at me unblinking. What the hell is wrong with this girl? She slowly opens her mouth but that's the only movement. I don't even think she's breathing. So I just place the piece of chocolate on her tongue and she closes her mouth still staring at me.

"You would feed me master? From your own hand?"

Crap, did I break some form of demon etiquette or something? She looks like she's about to start crying so I just hug her. She spreads her legs to pull me closer and clutches me pretty tight, so tight that her talons dig into my side. It hurts like hell but it feels like she needs this, so I just grit my teeth and hope she doesn't draw blood.

"Whoa, what did I miss?"

Ashley comes in grabbing a piece of chocolate and sits on the counter where Azrael is. Azrael still hasn't let me go.

"Hey Azrael you are going to have to let him go if you want him to finish."

Ashley gently lays her hand on Azrael to pull her away. Azrael kisses me again and slips her too long tongue in my mouth before breaking away and getting off the counter. I swear it might have been a tear falling.

"You know Chris, she might not be human but I think she will be good for you."

I just look at Ashley before putting the oven on simmer and start with the rice.

"Thanks Ashy you know I live for your approval."

Ashley kisses me on the cheek as she walks out the kitchen.

"You're such a dick Chris."

I putter around the kitchen until the meal is about done and I hear the doorbell chime. It is all quiet for a minute or two and then I hear it go off again.

"Hey is someone going to get the door?"

I am met with silence. Fuck, there are two other people in my damn house and I'm the one having to answer doors. This is some bullshit and I'm considering letting whoever it is at the door carry their ass on. I'm not in the mood for company and none of my friends would come to my house. Well one would but he is off in New York.

The doorbell goes off again so I throw one of the dish towels over my shoulder to answer it. I open the door, about to chew the ass off whatever salesmen that wants to fucking bother me and am pleasantly surprised. There's this red hair at about chest height, part of the beautifully angular face of Dr. Koshka. I learned from my previous snafu with the two doctors when I woke, so this time I am going to let her start. I just look down at her and try to put on my most charming smile... that I am probably failing miserably at.

"Can I help you mam?"

She just opens and closes her mouth like she is trying to figure out something to say. Her hands keep moving like she wants to do something with them, but she doesn't know what. She finally just takes a big breath.

"Yes. My name is Doctor Koshka, Lada Koshka and I am a Dr. Well I was your doctor, not that I am your doctor anymore but I am still a doctor. Anyway I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to check how you're doing and see if you needed me, I mean not me but a doctor not that you would need a doctor but umm..."

Then Azrael comes out with a spoonful of rice and stew and shoves it in her mouth. The lovely Dr. Koshka lets out an audible moan and closes her eyes savoring the food.

"Well Lada, I think you owe Ashley twenty dollars."

The aforementioned person comes down while the good Doctor pulls some money out of her bra strap and hands it to her. I just crook my eyebrow at Ashley and she smiles sheepishly.

"I bet Lada that you could make a woman melt with your cooking."

I look at Ash in exasperation "Well, invite her in for lunch then."

As Dr. Koshka walks past me she runs her fingers over my chest, sending tingles through my skin. I swear I smelled lilacs very faintly.

I come back to the kitchen while the women talk to one another like old friends. It leaves me wondering what the fuck has happened while I was out. Shit, it was only a night.

I start making plates and pull out a bottle of 1983 Merlot from Stag's Leap Wine Cellars. I might not drink but I can appreciate how a fine wine can really bring the meal together. For me I pull out a bottle of root beer.

"Hey Ashley, food's on and the plates are on the counter."

I'm making my way with my plate to the sofa to see what I missed on the boob tube. Maybe I can see if Netflix has my cartoons streaming. I'm pissed that they keep putting on shit and taking it off as soon as I add it to my queue.

With nothing on I settle for some inane TV show when I catch Ashley out the corner of my eyes with her hands on her hips looking at me with what I detect is some annoyance.

"Hey Ash what's up?"

Then Lada comes from my other side and grabs my plate and drink off the living room table and goes back into the dining room.

"What the fuck!"

I jump up and see what they did. The dining room is clean. In fact it looks amazing. It is taking some getting used to. Samantha never cleaned and I would be damned if I was going to make my house nice, just so she could use it as a brothel. Now though, the unused work out equipment is gone... as well as the motorcycle parts and miscellaneous odds and ends. My table instead of looking like another work bench is cleaned and the plates are arranged nicely, even with coasters for the cups.

Lada sets my plate and bottle down at the head of the table and she takes her seat to my left. Azrael sits to the right and Ashley sits besides her.

"You know Chris, meals as fine as this should not take place in front of the television."

When Lada says that Azrael and Ashley chuckle. Not knowing what else to do and feeling more than a little hungry I sit down. I notice that no one had started eating until I sat and felt bad for making them wait.

The conversation flows easily and the good Dr is really funny and engaging. She seems really interested in my shop and makes me promise to bring her by sometime. She also touches me a lot, which is kind of odd; it's almost like she's flirting.

"Chris what are you drinking?"

Azrael holds my bottle while asking, smelling it and giving the liquid a swirl.

"This is A&W root beer. It is truly nectar of the gods. Why don't you try some?"

Azrael stops what she's doing and looks at me. She slowly brings the bottle to her lips and takes a very delicate sip, which she holds. 




What Happened That Night Ch. 03



Sometimes it rains inside my head
All the words run dry
Walls are breathing hands are reaching up
To touch my thigh
No, they don't have to take you away
No, they don't have to take you away
No, they don't have to take you away

I reach out and smack the alarm clock, even though I really like that song. I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Let's get this show on the road. I start wiggling my toes, ok, that works, flex the muscles in my legs, yep good to go; I already know my arms and hands work. Sighing once more, I open my eyes to the sun filtering in my window.

I feel a shifting at my feet. Looking down I spot...Azrael - holy shit is that Azrael? She looks different, just sitting there at the foot of the bed, almost like one of those gargoyles you see on old buildings, just much more demonic. Her wings are spread open and her ears seem longer, more pointed. Her face is much more angular, as well as some bony ridges over her eyes. She's crouched down, with her breasts squeezed between her arms, making them look bigger than their already substantial size. All in all she's still beautiful, just not what I went to bed with.

She watches me for a few moments, and then starts crawling her way up the bed and over my body real slowly, her tail waving in the air. Wait - tail... that's new, it's totally prehensile and waving lazily back and forth, and there's a very very nasty looking spade shaped barb at the end.

"Hey Azrael, umm what are you doing?"

She doesn't say anything and the quiet is a bit unnerving, as I try to lean up on my elbows to get a better look at what's going on. I'm not even half way up when her hand shoots out, grabbing me by the neck and pushing me back down, her face close to mine, and I swear to sweet baby Jesus that I hear her growling. The look in her eyes is just... I don't know. It reminds me of when long ago I went to the zoo with my dad, there was a big male lion that had just got in and they had a big to do about his feeding. He and Azrael had the same look ... right before he ripped the attendant to shreds.

Azrael takes one of those taloned hands and drags it down then back up my body, until she cups the side of my face in her palm. She doesn't break the skin, but it's only through her effort, and the trails she leaves let me know either I'm really really ashy and need lotion, or she's being very delicate and can tear me apart with little effort. She brings her face to my neck and places it in her mouth.

She doesn't bite me, but I could feel her fangs on either side, her tongue lazily caressing my skin and the heat of her breath as it blows against the moist surface of my neck. She kind of scents me, slowly bringing her nose and tongue down my body, setting it on fire.

I'm already suffering from morning wood, but now I think I could hammer a nail with my dick. Azrael's long tongue caresses my chest, my stomach, and works her way down lower, totally skipping my dick. She then takes her long tongue and licks my sack, bringing her nose under it, sniffing me again and I swear I hear her growl louder.

Her long tongue proves to be just as prehensile as her tail, as she wraps it around my dick, and I do mean wrap. It is strong and warm and seems to stroke me slowly, before she takes me completely in her mouth. This is, for lack of a better word, amazing; she's both jacking me off with her tongue while completely in her mouth. Her movements are aggressive and independent of each other, her tongue rising while her head falls and sucks me in while still massaging me with her throat whenever she takes me deep. I'm in no way an oral sex aficionado but this has to be something next level.

I glance down and see her movements through the dark silken hair. I try to rise up again to get a better look, and her hand once again grabs my neck me and pushes me back down, this time letting go of my dick with a loud slurp. She moves her hips and legs to straddle my lower leg and starts slowly moving her hips. I feel how hot and wet she is, as she starts bringing her body up mine leaving a glistening trail of her arousal in passing.

She's over me, rubbing her wetness into my dick slowly, while rubbing her breasts against my chest. I feel her tongue, once again licking at my nipples, then working its way up my neck, then licking my lips. The way her tongue moves is sensuous, sending the fire in my body soaring. Then I realize it is not my whole body that is burning, just on my chest, where she keeps licking.

I look down and see raised skin, kind of like a brand of one large crescent over a smaller inverted crescent. It reminds me of that band A Perfect Circle. As her tongue licks over the mark, the burning intensifies, as it seems to change, like its silver molded into the brand itself, or a metal poured in as a liquid and then hardened. I try to reach over to touch it, but Azrael grabs my wrists and holds them up against the headboard. She just stares at me, then brings her face down as if she's going to kiss me; instead I feel her slide her wet vulva along my dick and all at once I'm inside her.

She's hotter than any woman I have ever been with. Her temperature must be well above normal and I am surprised neither of us is bursting into flames... or better yet why I am not feeling any discomfort. All I feel is pleasure as she moves, and frustrated that I cannot move with her. It just seems like she's having sex and I'm just lucky to be there. I don't know why, but it starts me thinking of all the women who have used me for their own ends.

I try to move with her and she thrusts down harder, almost painfully so, until I stop. I try to move my hands and she holds me back down, letting out that growling sound. I might not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I know she just wants me to lay there. I'm starting to get really pissed off and Azrael just keeps getting faster. Her talons drag from my wrist to my chest, leaving raised red skin in their wake until her hands are on my chest, her talons kneading me like a cat. Her breath starts coming in quick pants, and I see a shudder pass through her body.

The burning sensation in my chest keeps growing, it's so much worse than it was last night, and Azrael keeps riding me. It's all too much; the burning, the sex, everything. I open my mouth to scream, but Azrael lips cover my own, swallowing my breath. This is bullshit, she's even taking that from me.

This is the story of my life, someone just taking from me and screwing me. I just feel the heat boil over. Well fuck them, fuck them all. Fuck Azrael, coming here upending my life. I have enough problems, I don't need this shit. And Fuck Samantha, that bitch was supposed to keep her damn legs closed, but she broke promise after promise. Fuck Leslie Richards, we were in third grade, that is not the time to break a boy's heart. Most of all fuck Barbra Twumasi. I needed you but you left us. You had to die and I needed you mom.

The rage just flows and I don't know where it's coming from. Until this moment I never thought that way about my mother, and hell, I have not thought about Leslie in so long I can't remember her face. I just can't stop being angry though, and you know what, I have had a fucking enough of this.

I raise my hands and Azrael tries to grab me again, but I grab her instead and roll her over. She is quickly upon her knees, trying to get away from me, back to the foot of the bed, but I am on her too fast. I snatch her by the back of her head and force her down on the bed, and find myself thrusting inside her fully on the first stroke, no teasing, no intimacy, just brutally pounding away.

I have never been like this before, there have been other women before Samantha, but I have always strived to be I guess what you would call a considerate lover. Not this time though. This time I'm using her. She tries to get up, and I savagely push her back down. I just pound away at her. Her tail wraps around my waist very tightly, her arms flailing at her sides, her wings flapping uselessly. I hear her grunting, I don't know whether it's pain or pleasure, but right now I don't care.

I just continue to pound at her and feel the tail tightening around me even more, and her body goes totally rigid I feel her pussy flutter around my cock. She tries to collapse on the bed but I won't let her. I wrap the silk cascade that is her hair around my hand and grab her hip with the other, lifting her back into a kneeling position. She is limp and I thrust into her, over and over, her grunts and little mewling sounds just driving me on. The heat is burning, it is taking over everything, and all I can think about is how angry I am until finally I feel it. The release is fast and once more I feel her walls flutter around me, and her body goes rigid, while I empty everything I have into her.

This time we both collapse on the bed, Azrael still shaking curls herself into somewhat of a fetal position, her tail between her legs. I'm laying on the bed out of breath; holy shit I am out of shape. I feel like I have run a marathon. I glance over to see Azrael on her side, her wings wrapped around her. She looks sleepy, except she's still shaking. I want to reach out and touch her, and really is there supposed to be something I should say. If so what is it? Saying something like "Hey, sorry about what happened but you started it" does not seem right or "Are you Ok?" just feels inadequate.

I reach for her, but just can't bring myself to touch her. I have never been like this before and the guilt sets in hard. Instead I get out of bed, or at least attempt to. My legs feel like wet noodles. I use the furniture to help myself along while I make my way to the bathroom. I turn on the cold water tap in the sink and start splashing my face. The contact with the water reminds me I have yet to take my morning piss, so that's the next task on my agenda. While washing my hands I take a look at myself in the full length mirror. I feel so different and so much has happened I try to look for any physical changes.

Standing bare ass naked in front of the mirror I take inventory. Still have hair that when short most would confuse me for Hispanic and when grown out would be a terrible afro. Still not the world's tallest guy. Still chest covered in tattoos and one strange marking. I feel the skin around the symbol for the first time and notice I'm wrong; it feels like the skin is depressed and whatever it is was placed inside then healed over. It looks pretty cool to be honest. I still have the gut that is not getting any smaller. Once again I tell myself I need to use some of the gym equipment I have in the house, but know that I will come up with an excuse why I won't. My dick is the same as it ever was, in fact nothing looked different. I just feel different, maybe it's just knowing how strange things had become. I jump in the shower to wash off the last few days of crazy, holy hell has it only been three days?

I come out of the bathroom and Azrael is still on the bed, but the shaking has stopped. I hear soft snoring from her, which makes me smile. Sometimes she seems so normal - well if you get past the wings, tail, talons, weird feet - ok no she's in no way shape or form normal, but I guess she's mine and I can smile about what I want. I go and look in the drawers, there is underwear, socks, shirts, all folded so neatly, not even my old drill Instructor would find a flaw. All my jeans are hung up in the closet, all facing the same way. Whoever did this probably has OCD, this shit is not normal but hey I'll take it. Dressed as I ever get, I drape the comforter over Azrael and quietly leave the room.

It is still strange looking around my house; it all feels weird being clean and, well, different. With so many changes it seems like I cannot put my finger on just one. I make my way downstairs and it is quiet. The kitchen is spotless, and all signs of the lunch/dinner I made yesterday are gone. I feel the rumble in my belly letting me know it's past time and I have put forth too much exertion without tending to it.

Well, there is Ashley and Azrael to consider, so I decide to go big breakfast. Lord knows Ashley can put away the vittles, but come to think of it I never really saw Azrael eat. The thoughts of that night come unbidden to my mind, the chewed on bodies and I get a shiver down my spine. I am just going to assume Azrael can eat a lot and that she has a taste for meat. I'm thinking some pancakes, hash browns, and bacon & eggs maybe. Hell, I will even cut up some fruit. Then it dawns on me I don't know if I even have any of that shit, it is not like Samantha did any shopping and I sure was not going to cook for her. I look into the fridge - yep fully stocked. Checking the cupboards and pantry shows the same... damn I could feed an army with all this. Or me for a week.

I put on the kettle and soon sounds and smells that have been gone for too long are going through the house. I am plating the first set of food when I hear the pitter patter of feet coming down stairs. Without turning around I am about to greet Ashley with some food.

"Hey Ashley I appreciate all the work you guys did, how the hell did you get it done in one day? The house looks great."

Only when I turn around it is not Ashley, but a very sleepy looking Dr. Koshka. I just got out of bed from a wild sex romp with a succubus, but something about her has a instant effect on me, seeing how stunning she is. Her eyes are puffy from sleep, she's wearing a white tank top with a teddy bear on it and a pair of little boy shorts with lace at the top and around the leg. Her long red hair is in disarray. I'm so busy staring at her, I don't hear as she mumbles something, reaches up and grabs a cup out of my cabinet, and makes herself some tea. It's when my brain starts working. Well, the one on my shoulders starts kicking in gear. I wonder how she knows where everything is. She goes in a cabinet and pulls out some coffee filters and a bag of grounds.

I am about to say something when Ashley comes downstairs in a similar state of undress, except she's wearing full boxer shorts. She steals a piece of bacon of a plate and goes in the fridge, getting herself some orange juice.

"Hey Lada where's the coffee?" Ashley asks as she pulls out the syrup. Dr. Koshka, somewhat more coherent just calls back.

"I'm just now making it, give me five minutes."

A picture is starting to form of what is going on, but when and how I still don't have a clue. I do know I need to put a stop to it right fucking now though. I put the rest of the food on some plates, setting a large one aside for Azrael, and making myself a pretty substantial one as well, then I turn to Dr. Koshka.

"Ok Doc what the fuck is going on?" She looks like she is about to say something but I cut her off.

"She is seventeen fucking years old. Can't you find someone your own age. Look, I have no problem who you do it with, that's totally your business, but leave her alone ok, she has had a hard enough life."

The good Dr. is speechless for a bit and I feel a push from behind.

"Chris what the fuck does that mean? You think I can't take care of myself?" Ashley looks like a little blond ball of fury.

"Look Ashley, I just think there are people your own age you should be having relationships or whatever with. Think this through, at least don't this shit in my house."

Ashley looks sad for a moment.

"Chris I thought you of all people would support me. After what you said at the shop, I thought you would understand and that I could be who I am around you."

Dammit, the day had started out so well. I know I could handle this better, maybe chose better words. It hits me Ashley is thinking I have a problem with her and the Dr because they are both women. I facepalm myself and grab Ashley by the arm as she tries to leave.

"Ashley it is not that you are with another woman ... I mean I don't like the idea of you having sex in my house, it just feels wrong. But it is that Dr. Koshka is so much older than you. I just think you need someone who ... I don't know, I just don't think, you know what fuck it."

I hear more commotion from upstairs. This time it's Azrael, and I thank all the stars in heaven for something to break the Awkwardness. As she comes down stairs it seems the world stops, she's in her human form, wearing the black and red chemise top with some French cut panties, that somehow accentuate her delectable hips and ass, and when she stretches her body all of us stop and stare. Azrael looks around and sees the big spread of food on the counter, me holding Ashley by the arm and Dr. Koshka looking like a deer in the headlights. She comes over, grabs Dr. Koshka and kisses her deep – no, kiss would be much to tame, this is a full on make out session.

At first Dr. Koshka seems surprised, then she wraps her arms around the tall succubus as Azrael lifts her on the counter. They keep kissing as Dr. Koshka's legs spread and wrap around Azrael, and as their hands cup each others breasts, Azrael grabs a handful of that beautiful red hair and pulls Dr. Koshka's head back, then proceeds to kiss her neck. Soon it's over, and once again my pants are much too tight for their own good. Azrael places the small woman back down and walks over to pick up her food off the counter. She then comes up and kisses me. I think I am still in a state of shock is so I just go with it, reveling in the joy that is a succubus kiss, not even caring if she makes me black out again.

"Master you have made a mistake." She then nods her head at Dr. Koshka. "Master that one is ours."

She then smiles at me and makes her way to the table, and I am standing there, still holding Ashley by the arm, feeling like the worlds biggest jackass. I look at Ashley, the look on her face says a little I'm sorry is not going to cut it. I am about to open my mouth when another girl peeks out around the wall. What the fuck, am I running a sorority here or something? The girl is like an Asian pixie doll so stereotypical I wanted to call bullshit she could not be real.

"Ashley have you said anything to him yet?" the girl says a little nervously. I see she is in a long shirt I would recognize anywhere. It's my shirt, well one I gave to Ashley a long time ago. Fuck, this day is going to get so much better. Like a train wreck you see coming, but you know you can not look away from.

"Hey Chris this is Ivy, she is the girl I am currently banging, if you don't mind that is, since you have such a issue."

Ashley is still pissed but smirking, but young Ivy looks taken aback, not being privy to my morning blunders.

I smile at the little Asian girl.

"Hey welcome to the madhouse, food's on the counter."

Then I turn around and hug Ashley. She tries to push me away, but I'm much too strong for her and I start kissing her forehead and cheeks, making loud smacking sounds. I finally pull away and she starts wiping all the slobber off her.

"Sorry for being a dick Ashy."

She looks at me for a minute before she smiles at me.

"Fuck you Chris, you know I hate when you call me that." She kisses me on the cheek, grabs her food and puts her arm around her friend as they go sit at the table. I'm about to grab my plate when I notice that it is gone and there is very little left. I do spot a plate with half a grapefruit and some butter toast that looks suspiciously like wheat. Who the fuck eats wheat toast - you know who, communist that's who. There is also a glass of orange juice and no more hot water for tea. Shit, guess I am going to have to hit a fast food place on my way out to the shop.

I pick up the paltry plate and make my way finally out to the dining room table where all the women are talking and laughing it up. I'm about to take my usual spot on the couch and try to catch some TV before I head out, but I hear someone clearing their throat behind me. Four sets of eyes are on me, and I remember what I used to feel like when my mom stared at me to stop me from doing something stupid. I make my way over to the table and sit at the only available seat - at the head.




What Happened That Night Ch. 03



It felt strange to sit there. This was my grandfather's seat, and then after him it was my father's seat. Even after my grandpa passed, even after my dad went to prison, I never sat there, it was not my place. I think everyone could sense how uncomfortable I was, but no one said anything until I put my food and glass down.

This moment feels surreal, like some warped Normal Rockwell painting, but I guess this is my family. I also notice that between Ashley and Azrael I have found my missing food. She can be that way, we will just see if I stop and get her any more omelets, even though I know good and damn well that I will still pick them up for her. Someone has to take care of the girl.

I hear clinking on a glass and notice Dr. Koshka, who's on my left, as Azrael's on my right, with Ashley sitting next to her and her friend sitting next to the good Dr. is trying to get everyone attention.

"Christopher, this is wonderful, thank you so much for the food, both yesterday and today."

Everyone raises their glasses and I am speechless. I don't get a lot of thank you's, much less from beautiful women. I am sitting there, wondering what to say when Ashley once again saves me.

"You're still a dick man."

Everyone laughs and the tension is somewhat broken.

"I'm glad everyone is enjoying the fruits of my hard work" I say, as I look down at my small plate.

Everyone goes back to eating with gusto and soon the plates are cleared. I grab Azrael as she's walking away.

"You want to tell me what the fuck is going on?" I ask her, a bit more aggressively then I intended to, but this shit is a lot to take in, and she seems to be the only one with the answers I need. She looks at me for a moment and leans down a bit to kiss my forehead, damn her, being taller than I am.

"Not really Master, but if I must it will have to wait. It's my turn to clean."

She says it like she just found out she won the lottery. For the life of me, I cannot picture Azrael cleaning anything, but hell, two days ago I could not picture a succubus at all. I watch her prewash dishes and then put them in the dishwasher. Behind me Dr. Koshka is wiping down the table, and upstairs I could hear Ashley and Ivy puttering about. Not knowing what to do with myself, I sat there, leaning against the kitchen doorjamb, watching these women take care of my home.

I also begin to wonder is it even my home anymore. The way it is cleaned, how everything is running, it doesn't feel like mine, it feels like I'm the one just visiting. I start looking around on the walls, seeing really for the first time the pictures and bric-a-brac I kept saying I would put up for years. There were the pictures on the far wall of my grandfather and grandmother holding hands looking in each other's eyes. It was taken in their home in Waterford Ireland, where he accidently spilled a drink on the man who was courting her at the time. He said they saw each other and the rest was history. I was always jealous of that picture, even more so after I was married myself. Then, there above the entertainment stand, is the picture of my father in uniform, wearing all his medals, standing behind my very pregnant mother. She had one of those mysterious smiles, her braids pulled together by a leather thong. Around the house were pictures of my family, each one reminding me of happier times and things I wanted with a family of my own.

Going up the stairs is one of Ashley and me, she was fourteen and sitting on the first bike she ever worked on. It was a little Honda Rebel she turned into a bobber and I told her it was for a big client. She worked for weeks doing it by herself ,and I think it took me another week to correct her mistakes, but damn, she was proud of it. Next one was just of Ashley and me in front of the shop, with her wearing a shirt that had the Black Jack customs logo on it. Yes, this house is mine, with my memories all over the place it's just different now. I suppose with Azrael here everything is different.

Ashley and her friend come down the stairs arm in arm. Ivy looks a little unsure when she see's me, but Ashley kisses her on her neck and behind her ear and the Asian girl let's out a giggle; she seems like the type that would giggle a lot.

"Yo Chris, I have to take Ivy back to her place, be back later ok. Ohh you have a meeting with Matt tomorrow."

I was confused for a minute who the fuck is Matt ... then I remembered Matthew Sears is the lawyer I use for my business. Why would he need to see me? Everything is fine, and thanks to grandpa I don't owe anyone shit.

"Hey, did he say what about?"

Ashley looks at me in exasperation, trying to get out the door.

"It's about those papers you had in your saddle bag. I gave them to him while you were in the hospital."

Ohh shit, the divorce papers, I had totally forgotten about them. In fact, I totally forgot about Samantha during all this, except for that brief moment this morning. Before I can say anything else she is out the door. I watch her kiss the other girl full on the lips, and then set a helmet on her head before donning her own. Ashley looks happier and that gives me a sense of pride by itself. I just feel like shit for doing anything that made her feel like she had to keep something so major from me. I watch them mount an old Victory and head off down the road.

I feel someone grab my arm and see Dr. Koshka put her small hand over my bicep. She looks up at me and kind of purses her lips. If I didn't knew better I would think she's expecting a kiss or something. At least one of my faculties works and I remember to close the door. It would not do for my neighbors to see these women in their unmentionables.

"Is there something I can do for you Dr. Koshka?"

She takes her hand off me and just looks a little sad. Jesus fucking Christ what the hell did I do now? It seems like I can never win.

"Moya lyubov, I am sure you have many questions. Why don't you come and sit, we will go through them."

That sounds like one hell of a plan, but anything she said in that accent of hers I would have probably agreed with. I got to learn what she is saying. I made my way to the couch. Azrael is sitting there, in simple jeans and one of my tee shirts, and I notice the good Dr. has gotten dressed as well in sweats and a top that had some school symbol or something like it. Now I have two out of the three women who have some clue of how my life has turned into what it has become.

"Ok Umm Dr. Koshka..."

"Chris, please let me stop you right there. Please do not call me that, to you my name is Lada."

I love the way she says it. Crap, since when did I become a Lothario? Just a few hours ago I had the absolute wildest sex in my life and here I am, sporting a boner to end all boners for the very hot doctor with the to die for accent. I take a deep breath and try to compose myself somewhat.

"Okay ladies let's start with something simple."

I then point to Azrael

"I want to know how you got here and what you are doing here."

Azrael looks at me in confusion for a full minute.

"Master, don't you already know?"

"How can I know, last time you tried to tell me about it I ended up with an overnight stay at the hospital."

This time both ladies look at each other in confusion. Lada puts her hand on my head and starts to check my eyes. I put my hands on her shoulders to push her back a little, and she turns and kisses my hand before I could move it, then goes back to sit down next to Azrael and they start talking.

"He seems ok, but we should take him back to the hospital to be sure. I would like to run a full check up." She said that to Azrael like she's the one who makes the decisions. This really has to stop. Come on now, I am supposed to be the master here supposedly, so why do I feel like the one in the least amount of control.

"Hey Doc I am right here. What's wrong and why would I need check?"

She just looks at me for a second.

"Lyubov, has no one told you? You have been in the hospital two weeks."

I'm in shock. Damn, I really should have listened when the doctors were talking to me. I look around the house again. So it seems all these women have had the time to settle in. Wait, oh shit, two weeks, what has been going on with my shop? Those papers Ashley gave the lawyer, have they been served? I walk back over to the table and collapse on a chair. I notice it is the chair at the head of the table once again. Funny, I have never once sat in this chair and now twice in one day. This time it's Azrael that asks a question.

"Master, when I kissed you, everything about our meeting should have flashed."

"Yeah well it didn't. I didn't see you at all."

Azrael looks confused and Lada is just staring at me. Obviously the brains of this outfit, she asks the most obvious question.

"So if you saw nothing of Azrael, then what did you see?"

So I told them everything I could remember. I told them how I was out of body and saw what was going on around me. I told them about the strange winged chick with the glowing armor raping some guy. I also told about the guy with the two demons running from some Knights. I even got to the end and told them about some Mediterranean chick going to see Azrael and telling me to care for people or something. I also told how Azrael had some woman in the hospital. Azrael doesn't even look non-pulsed. She just kind of shrugs her shoulders, like so what.

"My powers were weak. I knew you were there, I could feel you, but I could not interact. What it sounds like is that you were in a shift. I was trying to get enough power to touch you."

I look at Azrael waiting for her to continue. She just stares at me.

"Ok I'll bite, what's a shift?"

Azrael tosses her hands in the air.

"How is it that the monkeys have yet to enslave you all I will never understand. Humans have forgotten and buried more knowledge then most would come across." 

She then takes her fingers and draws a big ring of fire in the air, then she starts putting much much smaller rings all around the big ring, like some sort of Venn diagram.

"This is the center of the spiritual universe ... your world. That's right, everything revolves around you. Now, each one of these smaller circles is another realm. They can only interact with each other by moving through your realm. Each of these other realms are different and have different denizens among them that cannot interact at all, unless on your plane. A shift is when you are out of phase in your current realm."

I know she's saying something important, but like my teachers in school, I just start drowning her out and staring at the beautiful Lada as she's paying rapt attention to what Azrael is saying. Why is the Dr. here, I wonder. I mean, obviously she and Azrael got something going on, but what? I also remember how good her hands felt on me and how she touched me in the hospital. Why is the Dr. not freaking out? Hell, Azrael is making circles of fire and Lada is taking it in stride, like a everyday occurrence. This is odd in itself to me.

"This is why your realm is important, but after I bent her over and put my tongue in her ass she just collapsed and didn't have the strength."

I just nod to Azrael then do a double take. I swear I missed something.

"What was that? Sorry I think I zoned out some."

Azrael just shakes her head.

"Simply put master, your world is the center of the universe. No one can get anywhere without going through here first."

Wow, that kind of makes this, this plane, no, she called it realm, yeah, it makes this realm a big deal it seems. I clue in on one thing she said though.

"Wait, I saw that guy with two demon things and one was definitely pregnant and the other wanted kids. I thought you just said there was no cross breeding."

Azrael kind of rolls her eyes when I call them demons.

"So master, you were paying attention ... of sorts."

"You see, "Demons"" she says, using air quotes, "are physically incapable of breeding with any other being not their own with the exception, of those of this realm. This holds more so for my type, because we have no males."

With this Lada perks up. I'm paying so much attention to Azrael that for just a split second I had forgotten she's there. Her sweet voice with that accent quickly brings me back to my senses.

"You have no males ... I thought you did, they were called, umm, incubus or something, yes?"

Azrael smiles at Lada and caresses her cheek.

"No, we are creatures who gain power through lust, if there were males we would just become indolent, sitting in our plane, feeding off each other, never doing anything. All we would need is Dr. Phil and we would become American housewives."

I stifle a laugh, but I do wonder where she gets her view of housewives from. All this is interesting, but none of it answers the question I asked. I figure it is time to get back to the heart of the matter.

"So tell me what is it that you want."

Azrael stares at me for a second but I know that look and I quickly raise my hands.

"Use your words, no more coma kissing."

Azrael smiles at me and stands up and bows with a flourish.

"I am Azrael, daughter of the fourth and knight of the circle."

Ok, that explains nothing, what the hell is the fourth? Fourth of what, wait a minute she said knight like night, or knight like kings and queens and shit? Well, she said there are no males, so it would have to be a queen. Wait, maybe they have knights, but no monarchy or whatever. Now I really wish I would have paid attention in Sunday school. I'm about to say something when Azrael gets a look on her face that can only be construed as sly.

"As for what I want Master, is simple, and it would look something like this."

With that Azrael claps her hands together and everything around me goes dark. It only lasts for a few seconds to me, but I'm not sure how time works when I'm like this. Last time it seems I was out several weeks. I guess there is nothing I can do about it now though, except sit back.

Soon there is light and I look around. I notice I'm in the passenger seat of a car on the move. In the driver seat is ... me. Holy shit, is that me? No, that can't be me. I mean, that could be me if I was a GQ model. I look good, like really, really good. I'm wearing a black T shirt, and on closer look it is my Black Keys shirt. I have not worn it since I picked it up at that concert because it was so small, now though it fits like I was poured into it. I seem to be older now, I'm sporting a beard and mustache that is showing some grey, and instead of the belly. I can see I have abs like I never had before, and arms like I just graduated basic. My hair is somewhat shorter, but still curly and I notice I have a sleeve tattoo down my right arm.

I push a button on the console, and soon Garbage Man by the band Hole starts playing at full blast. I know it's me now; I'm probably the only person who still listens to Courtney Love by choice.

"Dad, too loud"

When I hear this I slowly look in the back seat. There, in a couple of car seats, are two children. One has Azrael's wings and eyes, but that is definitely my hair, poor girl. She could be no more than six, her small wings spread against the back seat, and she had cute little nubs for horns and a slender tail with a small barb at the end, idly waving back and forth.

In the other car seat is a little boy who suffered from my skin tone. He has the brightest, reddest hair I had ever seen, but he has my eyes. He looks about four years old, with little ears that seem almost cat like, sticking high on his head. He also has a long fluffy tail that comes out from beside him. He has a toy motorcycle that he's making engine noise with and driving on the window. I saw the boy's ears twitch my way, then he turns and looks at me. Not old me driving, but me in the passenger seat. I wave at the boy, and I swear he smiles back and then gets back to play with his motorcycle.

Older me looks in the rearview mirror and smiles at the children.

"Sorry pumpkin" and then I turn down the radio.

"You know mom said she does not like us listening to that kind of music." The little girl says in a authoritative tone only a six year old girl could muster. "Mom says that music louder than 85 debils, no devils,..."

"Decibels baby"

The little girl looks mad that I helped her out for a second then continues "music louder than 85 decibels can cause, hummm, bad ears in everyone. Since me and Jarlath are different you have to be quieter. Mommy also does not think that music is age approximate."

Older me just smiles at the girl as she finishes and nods her head authoritively.

"Baby you would say Jarlath and you not you and Jarlath. Also you mean age appropriate."

I smile to myself, watching older me interact with what is obviously my children. I named my son after my grandfather. I always told him I would, and it feels good to see I kept my promise. Older me goes back to minding the road, while I'm holding on to the handle over the passenger window for dear life. I really really hate cars.

We soon stop at a parking lot. I look out and see it is one of those big box grocery stores. Older me looks back at the children.

"Okay Leanan you need to change baby. Jarlath, you too little man."

Leanan concentrates for a moment, before her wings and tail recede and Jarlath follows suit. I notice neither child seems to go through the discomfort Azrael does. It also seems Leanan could not withdraw her horns, because I can still see the tiny nubs. Older me pulls a hat out of the glove box and places it on her head and get out of the car, then helping my kids out of their car seats. It seems that this is the normal way things are done now.

"Ok who's got the shopping list?"

Jarlath reaches into his pocket and pulls out some folded up paper and hands it to older me.

"I see your mothers have been adding to the list hmm."

Before the family could go much further, I hear an all to familiar sound. I see my corvette come roaring through the parking lot, skidding tires and turns before it almost slides its way into a space by the whatever the hell this thing is I'm driving. What the hell is it anyway, it looks like some hybrid contraption that I would not be seen dead in.

Soon Azrael and Lada come out of the car, the Doctor wearing scrubs and a tired expression on her beautiful face, until she sees the children and I. The children quickly run to the ladies and the hugs and kisses ensue.

"Az honey, I told you not to drive like that, the insurance won't survive another ticket."

She just looks at me and goes back to kissing Jarlath and Leanan. Lada comes up to older me and I notice that if anything she looks better. Her hips are somewhat wider and her breasts larger. She reaches up and grabs old me by the collar, pulling me down and I think she is checking for my tonsils ... with her tongue.

"Moy muzhmnenuzhno ,chto" She says, while hugging me.

I lean down and kiss her again.

"Vsegda rady pomoch' vam moyu zhenu"

Soon Azrael comes up and kisses me too. She wraps her arms around one of mine, while Lada has the other. Leanan goes and gets a shopping cart and we start making our way into the store. As little Jarlath grabs Lada's hand he turns and waves to me. Wait, that's odd, he can see me. The only time that has happened was when that Ishara chick could see me. I give a slight wave back and the boy smiles and takes Azrael's hand.

I feel something grabbing me from behind, and quickly turn in shock. I thought I was, what did she say, shifted and could not be touched. It is the Azrael and Lada from my time, looking at me with smiles on their faces. Lada has tears in her eyes, and Azrael just stares after the children, with a look on her face so longingly it almost makes me want to go to her. Instead I try to touch the corvette, and of course my hand glides through.




What Happened That Night Ch. 03



"Azrael, why is it you won't just answer a question with simple words?"

Azrael stops paying attention to the scene and looks at me.

"Because Master, you have a short attention span and would more than likely ignore me. But this Master, this is odd, we should not be able to interact with the world. And this is not a shift so much as more of a glimpse into what is to come or what could be."

Well, I can't really say anything because she is probably right.

"Ok I am sure this scene is touching for you guys but it does not answer anything."

"Ohh but it does Master. We are creatures of lust but also love. To be surrounded by those who love us is all my kind strives for. You see Master, as per the edict set forth at the end of the Great War, I can only stay outside of my plane while bonded to a member of the host plane. Usually once we become with child the bond shifts to that child and we end up being sent back to our plane to have our daughters and begin the cycle anew. Although the last time I have been to this plane was nigh on 600 years ago."

Ok I am wrong, that does seem to explain things rather well.

"Azrael have you seen you. You could have men and women fawning all over you at the drop of a hat. Also come on, have you thought about it, I mean children are a huge deal. They would change everything."

Azrael smiles at me and wraps her arms around my neck. I feel Lada come from behind and put her hands across my chest. I'm happy that we are invisible because what a scene this would make.

"Master I feed off the lust around me. I know how much men and women want me, but desire and love are not the same. You married that woman for desire and look where that got you."

I thought about it for a minute, and she was right. I married Samantha for the wrong reasons and stayed married to her because I took an oath. I'm about to say something more to Azrael, but then everything shifts in a whirlwind of motion, and we are back in the living room. Before I can say anything I have Lada in my arms with her tongue down my throat. Soon she comes up for air and is all smiles.

"Detimoilyublyudetey.Nash synbudettakkrasivo."

I am shocked by her display. I know Azrael said she was ours, but I thought she meant hers. So far this has been a really weird morning.

"I am sorry Doc"... she gave me a hard look and I remembered.

"I am sorry Lada, but I took like a week of Spanish in high school. I have no idea what you just said."

She smiles at me and starts kissing on my neck.

"You will learn my dear, you will learn. I said that our son is so beautiful."

Oh joy... another woman with baby rabies. So far I have not got the answer to how Azrael got here, what she is doing here, or how she got stuck with me. I do now see that the women in my life are trying to take over. I start feeling that burning in my chest from this morning and it is worse than before.

Lada is still kissing my neck, but it goes from her gentle butterfly kisses to wet sloppy kissing, her tongue and mouth getting rougher. She's also now grabbing my shirt, and I feel her nails through my clothes. Damn, I don't remember them being that sharp. I'm trying to push her off me and she bits my hand.

I snatch it back, there are marks but no blood. I am about to yell when I see her looking really strange. Azrael quickly snatches her back, but Lada quickly strikes Azrael across the face, knocking her down.

I don't know who's more surprised, Azrael or I, but Azrael reacts faster though, quickly charging the smaller woman, and just as promptly getting thrown with some judo like throw, smashing my living room coffee table. I need to put a stop to this shit before they destroy my house. I'm about to, and from the looks of things get my ass kicked, when Azrael stops me with a look. She's smiling, but it is the smile I think a snake would give a mouse or a spider to a fly. Lada looks different, she is on the couch hunched up, her nails have grown, and she is letting out this high growl. Not like Azrael this morning or like even a dog.

Azrael charges the little woman again, who ducks under Azrael's grab and catches her ankle with one hand and the wrist with the other, and rolls with her over the broken table. Azrael is now on her back, with Lada on top of her raining down punches like a UFC fighter. I am about to move when Azrael grabs one of Lada's hands, and then grabs her by the neck and uses her wings to push herself into a standing position.

Holy shit.when did Azrael change? She doesn't look like she did this morning, more like when I first met her. Lada is flailing about. trying to punch and kick her, but she is being held at arm's reach, almost a foot off the ground. It looks comical in a way, like an adult holding a kid back from hitting him.

"Master, this bad little kitty needs to be disciplined. You should go now."

You know what, I have had enough strange stuff already this morning and I need to open the shop anyway. I still have a ton of questions, but watching Azrael shake Lada like a rag doll I get the feeling anywhere but here is a good place to be. The icing on that particular cake is when I hear that high pitched growl from the good Dr. again, so I do what anyone else would in this situation. I turn around, get on my bike and get the hell out of dodge.

I take a glance at my watch and see it is well past evening. Great, Azrael's little foray into wherever she send us ate up my time again. I'm starving, and from the smashing going on in my house when I left I know I don't want to go back in there. I guess I will stop at this little bar and grill I remember having pretty decent food.

Soon I am on my way. I love this time during the evening, everyone who is off work is already home, and everyone that should be going to work should already be there. As I rode, Milky Chance's Flash Junk Mind started through the head phones, while the street lights flash overhead soothing me from the craziness of my day.

I weave around the few other cars on the road almost on autopilot. This is my time, the time to just let my mind wander where it will, so of course it wanders to the two women who seem to have taken over my house. I really need to get a handle on shit. Grandpa always said break things down to haves, needs, and wants.

First what do I really have? I have a fuck ton of questions for starters. I also have Azrael, who could give me answers. I have a doctor, and who knows why she is around. I have a weird brand thing that will burn at a moment's notice.

Ok, what do I need? I need answers to my goddamn questions. No more of these trips to lala land, no more riddles. I mean, fuck, Azrael would make a terrible Yoda. So now that I know what I need, I now need to narrow it down. What are the questions I need the answers for. Question one, what happened that night two weeks ago? Question two, how will shit affect me? Question three, what the fuck is going on with Azrael? I remember she said she is what she is, and could not change forms, but that shit this morning looked way different than I ever seen her. Question four, what is with that this mark and finally, what is with the doctor? I mean, I'm just a motorcycle mechanic, who is working on ending a marriage. I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I know hot women who spent over eight years in upper education do not take interest in overweight bike mechanics that never went to college. That is just not how it works in the real world.

Soon I am at the diner and notice it has changed a lot. First, there are many of those sports bikes that seem to be all the rage with new riders. All sleek lines and too much power. Many a new rider with too much cash and not enough experience has ended their life on one of these, personally I had no time for them. Second, the massive bass that could be felt as well as heard outside.

I step into the bar and feel like a punch line to a bad joke. I see everything is different. Gone is the jukebox in the corner and now is a DJ booth with some guy spinning the latest in rap or urban music or some such. Makes me wonder how long it has been since I was here last. I instantly notice everyone here was wearing club colors. I also catch that I am the least melanin enhanced individual in the room, besides the old man behind the bar.

"Yo Benny, what the good word?"

The old man just looks me up and down before breaking into a slight frown.

"Damn Chris, it's been forever."

He then takes a weary sigh.

"Chris, I need your word that you can be cool."

I sit down at the bar and order a cheesy bacon burger with gravy fries and a root beer in the bottle.

"Be cool about what man?"

Before the old man can open his mouth there is a commotion by the front door. In comes a walking stereotype, as a large black man walks in the bar. He's wearing club colors, covered in tattoos and surrounded by guys wearing similar cuts, but what really catches my eyes is who's on his arm.

Samantha, my soon to be Ex is hanging off the guy, like he's a life raft and she's stuck in the ocean. All I can think of is that old movie quote. The one that goes "Of all the bars in all the world" or some shit like that.

It's funny I think, I should feel something, anything, seeing her draped over some other guy and kissing him up but I just feel empty. There's no anger, no animosity, emotionally it doesn't feel any different then as if I would have seen the same thing from strangers. Maybe it had something to do with the fact I had the shit fucked out of me both last night and this morning by some otherworldly creature.

"Yo Chris, man you hearing me?"

I am shocked out of my reverie by Benny's question.

"What's up, sorry man was in my own world."

Benny put his hand on my shoulder, his eyes sympathetic.

"Chris man, shit has changed here since you been last. I need to know if you are going to have a problem."

It takes me a moment to register that would I have a problem with Samantha and the Dude. I glance back to see them take a table and her sit in his lap. His hand starts trailing up her leg under her skirt and they begin to swallow each other tongues. I watch the scene, feeling nothing at all, when I turn back to the sweating proprietor.

"Benny, it's cool man. As long as I can get a bottle of Barq's, your biggest bacon cheeseburger and some gravy fries."

He's about to turn away when it dawns on me.

"Hey Benny, how did you know I was married to Samantha? She has never been in here with me and I don't think I ever told anyone about her."

"Chris, Chris, Chris .... It was in that road mag a few months ago. You need to get out more, your bike is kind of a big deal."

He reaches under the counter and hands me the mag and shows me a full spread about my shop. This was right after the competition that I took best in show in. Looks like the reporter did some digging and actually seemed to have an interview with Samantha. I don't bother reading it, and just set it back on the counter and sip my soda.

Things are going alright and Benny brings me one plate that has a bacon burger that barely fits on it, and another plate with fries covered in pepper gravy as well as another root beer. I'm starving, after missing lunch and that nothing of a breakfast. I am about to dig in when I catch Benny looking behind me.

I put down the delicious looking sandwich before I can even get a bite and turn around just in time to see Samantha's new beau walk over to me. He grabs a chair from a table and flips it around, leaning his massive chest against the back rest. This really is a big guy, but my father, hell my grandfather were much bigger.

He just stares at me and I just look back at him. I notice everything went quiet. There's a tension in the air and a quiet so complete you could hear a pin drop on the warped planks that made up the floor. I never even realize the music stopped.

"Hey Chris, you prefer to be called Chris right?"

I just nod at him. I'm caught completely off guard. This guy sounds no way like I thought he would. More like a lawyer or doctor. I feel really sheepish. I guess is what I get for stereotyping people.

That's when I feel the burning in my chest start. Who the fuck is this dick nut to come at me. I don't say shit to him and this fuck wants to question me. I feel the anger rise and sort of settle over me. It seems the anger went with the burning. What the fuck is this thing, is it something I will have to deal with for now on? The guy starts speaking and I can hardly pay attention through the burning and trying to keep the pain off my face.

"Chris, I know this might be awkward and all, but Samantha is with me now. You and I, well we are not going to have a problem are we? I am sure that there was drama between you two and probably hard feelings, but there is no need to have it spill over into a public setting is there?"

My thoughts went back to the beautiful succubus back at my house. The lovely and vibrant Dr. Koshka, who earlier had assaulted me. Thinking of them the pain lessened some. I just smile to myself and look at the large man in front of me.

"No problems here man. None at all."

He stands up and pats my shoulder.

"Cool Chris, hey Benny, whatever this guy wants is on me ok?"

With that he turns around and makes his way back to his brothers. There's a bigger dude giving me the stink eye but I think nothing of it. I turn around and pick up my sandwich that's being neglected way too long when I hear a loud crash behind me and feel the burning in my chest flare.

I glance in the direction of the crash when I see Mr. Stink Eye literally throw a smaller guy in the same colors over a table. I catch his eye and he starts making his way towards me, going through the other patrons like a scythe through wheat.

"You're dead bitch" he says as he keeps pushing through the people.

I'm about to stand up when the pain in my chest becomes crippling, right before a beer bottle sails through the air, right into this guy's head. The pain becomes so great I fall to my knees and everything becomes blurry. All I can see are flashes of images.

Flash: Samantha's new guy smashing a chair over someone.

Flash: Some guy strangling some random guy.

Flash: Benny, charging someone with a knife.

Flash: Samantha on a table clawing at someone's eyes.

The whole room becomes a tableau of violence. I can't focus, the pain is too much. I just place my head down on the table, my food forgotten, and I try to gather my wits. I just need a second. Once I open my eyes again, I notice I am in a cell alone. My head is pounding but my chest feels ... normal. Strange, no burning, no pain, nothing. In fact, outside of the headache I feel good ... like I had slept for days.

Soon an officer comes to the cell door.

"Christopher Aeden Sanders. You're being released."

The officer let's me out of my cell and in passing I see the others are filled with the bruised and battered patrons of the bar. I don't notice Samantha or her new guy, but I'm not really searching for them. I do see Mr. Stink Eye sitting on a bench, looking confused.

We soon come to the front and I see Ashley, sitting on the hard bench, looking pissed. She does not say anything to me, just tries to kill me with her gaze. I wonder if I am safer back in the cell.

The officer hands me an envelope and tells me when I have to be back. Unfortunately, this is old hat to me. Though I have not had to do this in a long time.

Ashley, still not saying one word to me, just turns around and heads out the door. She gets in the truck, starts it, and honks the horn in impatience. I guess I should be happy she at least waited for me.

We are almost home before I try to say anything to Ashley, she just looks so pissed.

"Hey Ash, thanks for bailing me out. Did you have to use all the petty cash out of the drawer?"

Ashley does not even look at me and just grunts. She knows she is driving way too fast and I'm holding on to the hanger handhold for dear life.

We are at the house way too soon for my liking and just sit in the driveway. I'm not really looking forward to walking in the door, but sitting out here with angry Ashy isn't really much better. I need to calm the situation down, especially since I need her to go with me to get my bike tomorrow from the impound. I guess that means it is time to take drastic steps.

"AAAAASSSSSSSHHHHHHLLLLEEEEYYYY"

She turns to look at me with mock fear in her eyes as I undo the seat belt and give her a serious look.

"Oh God Chris, don't you dare" she starts trying to move away from me in the tight confines of the truck, her eyes huge with fear.

"Christopher Aeden Sanders, don't you fucking do it!"

She's too slow opening the door, and I am on her blowing raspberries on her face and neck. She's laughing her head off, trying to push me away, and I reach down and start tickling her ribs. She's laughing, pushing her hands against my greater bulk, trying to get me off of her to no avail. Soon I let her up, and she wipes the tears from her eyes.

"Dammit Chris, I am still mad at you" she says while still laughing.

"What the fuck were you thinking, getting into a bar fight, not just that but getting into a bar fight after that bitch."

I lean my head back against the seat rest of the window.

"I really don't know what happened. That dickhead just came up to me and started saying shit. Instead of leaving I got so mad and then it was like everyone else got mad. I don't know who did what, I just remember seeing red and my chest hurting so much. Next thing I know everyone is fighting everyone, the bar is destroyed and I'm sitting in a cell."

I take a deep breath and start massaging my temples.

"Anyway thanks. Sorry if I dragged you away from anything."

Ashley just looks at me, then punched me in the shoulder really hard.

"We're family dude."

With that she gets out of the truck. I follow her, dreading what my house looks like after knowing how I left a pissed off Azrael and Lada fighting, but once she opens the door I'm greeted with a sight that almost puts me on my ass again for the night. My house is as pristine as when I came home yesterday. Even the table Lada had thrown Azrael through is fixed, and there's a motorcycle magazine on it, just sitting there. Lada is curled up against Azrael on the couch, with Azrael's wings wrapped around them both, flicking through channels on the television. Wait, is that Lada? Ohh shit, this makes sense now. Seeing them together like that I feel a twinge of jealousy. They were mine, how dare they enjoy each other without me?

The sudden though stops me in my tracks for a second. Where did that come from? Great, I am now officially losing my mind.

Lada is looking different, she has cat ears and if I didn't see them twitch, I would have thought they would have been bought. Like those headbands you see those anime booth girls wear. Her eyes are a lovely green and her tail is long and sleekly furred. She looks at me and stretches her body out, her breasts pushing against the white crop top she's wearing. I also see she's wearing a different pair of white boy shorts and that is it. I think the real shocker is how Ashley just sits in a chair like it's nothing that this cat/woman thing is watching TV on my damn couch.

"Hey Doc, watcha watching?"

I am still standing there dumfounded, wondering where my life has gone so weird. Yeah, now I remember, it was when I went to some jack asses party I had no business being at.

"Hey Ashley, nothing is really on, you find something." Lada says as she bends over and crawls her way across the couch to hand Ashley the remote. Her tail is gently lashing the air and the front of my pants get really uncomfortable. This is like right after Basic training or high school all over again. I have either been trying to fight or fuck all day.




What Happened That Night



"Master you really need to relax this is not that big a deal." 

Azrael then turns to look at me and starts changing. It looks like she got a pain in her stomach and hunchs over then cries out. Her wings start getting smaller, looking like they collapsed and sucked in on themselves until only smooth skin on her back remains. Her legs straightened and her feet followed suit shrinking until they are normal (for a human) shape. 

She then slowly stand up. I rush to her putting my hand on the small of her back to hold her up as she stumbles.

"Thank you Master it is hard getting my balance with my body like this." Azrael says as she leans into me. 

"That was kinda cool, can you change your body into anything else?" I ask as she starts walking around. Then she does what looks like a little two step and then a few hops. It is like she is testing out her body making sure everything works as it should.  

"No we are what we are. It is kinda like the shifter clans, or prides, or packs or whatever they are calling themselves now. They can shift to their humanoid form or their beastly form but not into say you. This is my human form, so what do you think?" 

"You are glorious" I say before I can stop myself.

Azrael gives one of those thousand watt smiles. She then pulls on the blue top I saw her take off one of the corpses earlier. She pulls on some skin tight stretch pants and finishes her ensemble off with a pair of boots that don't seem to be but are so bloody. Her whole outfit probably costs more than the bobber build I am working on. 

"Ok Master we are ready to go." She says as she looks in the mirror and fluffs her hair.

"Wait, hold on now. What the fuck, you still have not said how I am supposed to leave here. As soon as someone sees this mess the cops will be called. After that they will get fingerprints and all sorts of shit. I am so going to jail." I just slump my shoulders.

Azrael just looks exasperated throws her hands up and starts walking around the house. She quickly returns and starts pushing me out the door and onto the front porch. There are six cars in front of the house in the driveway, with my bike sitting in the street. 

I get on my bike as Azrael comes to me and turns around. 

"This is going to drain all the power I got from them" she says to herself before she raises her hands and says something in a language that sounds almost musical. Soon it looks like the house is sucking in the cars. There is no wind, no sucking sound, nothing. It's just the cars being dragged into the open door of the house. In under a minute all the cars are gone. 

I then get off my bike and run into the house. It was amazing, the house is spotless. There's nothing anywhere; all the furniture, the plants, clothes, even the food in the fridge is gone. 

"What did you do Azrael?"

"Hard to explain just now but think of it as a reverse summon, right now those of my former home are enjoying the feast I just dropped on them but are probably vexed about the falling cars." 

I just go back outside and mount my bike. An old 1974 Harley shovelhead that I had chopped down and raked. I did have to get the seat custom made from sinister customs. You can't argue with amazing leatherwork when you see it. Azrael squeezes herself behind me, not the most comfortable fit on a solo seat.

We tear down the street and then hit the highway where I can really open her up. We were on the interstate when I feel the bike shimmy and hear this loud scream. I quickly slow down and pull off the side of the road. Azrael jumps off the bike, throws her arms in the air and starts spinning like a top laughing her head off. 

"Ohh by the sweet abyss Master do you feel that?" She rushes and wrapps her arms around me lifting my two hundred and forty pounds as if it is nothing. 

"Master that was the most amazing thing I have ever felt. It was like flying only... Master I can't describe it."

"Azrael you said you read my mind. Didn't you know what to expect?"

"Master it does not work like that. Sure I know how to ride and I know the mechanical operation of the bike, but I don't have experience. It is the difference between having sex and watching someone have sex. Knowledge and experience are very different things."

Even as she spoke she was out of breath. I can't really fault her. Even though I have been riding since Moby Dick was a minnow I still get that feeling. If you don't know what I am talking about then you must not ride.

We remount and ride off the last thirty minutes to my house. It was a four bedroom split level ranch that my grandpa left me when he died. I loved that old guy, he taught me everything he knew about bikes. The old guy could draw like David Mann, I wish I took more after him. Then I would not have to send my tanks and frames to be painted.

I unlock my door and let Azrael in. I notice that it is a little past ten o clock. Great, Samantha is going to be home. I look around and the house is a wreck - dishes in the sink, clothes piled everywhere. There are clothes hanging up on the pull up bar I bought to work out. Meh, at least it was getting some use.

"Hey Azrael can you do me a favor and just chill here for a second? Also please can you cut out the Master stuff and just call me Chris?"

I turn and head to the back to Samantha's room; yes, my wife and I have separate rooms. I don't need a lot of space so I gave her the master bedroom with the bathroom. It was not altruistic, it just kept me from having to see her. 

I was about to knock when Azrael just breezes past me and opens the door walking into Samantha's room. I'm shocked both that she did not listen to me (I thought I was supposed to be the Master here) and that she had changed back to her more otherworldly appearance. Her barging in had left with me with zero options and about a second to nut up for the shit storm that I just know is coming. 

"Chris, do you know what this pumccali was doing less than twenty minutes ago?" 

I'm quiet both because knowing Samantha I could guess what she was doing and also because I have no fucking clue what a pumccali is. At the sound of Azrael's voice Samantha wakes up. She's naked and thankfully alone in bed. I guess that is a small wonder. I have been long past caring what she does as long as she does not bring it to my house. Samantha looks like she's about to go into one of her famous tirades but Azrael in her succubus form beats her to the punch.

"You foolish petty little woman, you will change the bedding and leave this room."

Samantha is in shock, seeing Azrael with her wings open, hands on her hips. Her eyes practically glow... no scratch that her eyes were really glowing while she stares down on my wife.

"Azrael please calm down. This is my wife and we cant just kick her out of her own room."

Wow I sound like a bitch. I hate to admit it but after what I seen this evening I'm scared for Samantha. Sure she's a evil manipulative cheating thundercunt but she's still my wife. I did not want to have to bury what was left if Azrael did anything to her; so what I am lazy. 

Azrael looks at me her eyes softening, then like a snake she grabbs Samantha by her neck and lifts her out of the bed and high enough that her feet dangle over the carpet.

"No Master, this is not your wife. A wife should love you and care for you. They should protect you as you will love, care, and protect them." Then Azrael shakes Samantha a little.

"This Master, this is a mistake. One you are attached to but I am here to fix that." She then drops Samantha who rushes into a corner trying both to hide her nakedness and get her breath back.

"Master you fail at choosing women so you are going to leave that to me." She pokes one of her talons in my chest "You must be surrounded by women worthy of you and I will see to it."

She quickly spins back to Samantha who's just now getting out of the corner. "You will change our bedding and then leave our room. You will not leave this house until I decide what is to be done with you. If you leave you will make that decision for me."  

The way Azrael says it made it clear that it would be a bad idea for Samantha to leave. Samantha then looks at me.

"Christopher what the hell is going on, what the hell is she?"

Azrael interrupts before I can respond "You do not talk to my Master unless you are given permission. You have not earned the right. But what you have earned is a time limit. I am taking the Master to the sitting room. If this room is not prepared for us by the time I return then I will make Master a blanket out of your skin."

With that Azrael grabs my arm and pretty much frog marches me to the living room and sits me on the couch. I can tell that she's pissed about something. Again the living room at Josh's house flashes through my mind. It's strange this is the first time I can feel scared of her. She cups my cheek and gives me a little smile seeming to visibly relax.

She just looks at me for a few more seconds and then leaves to the back room. I just lay my head back wondering what the fuck has happened and close my eyes for just a second and try to clear my head. 

When I open my eyes again I notice I am in bed and looking at a clock. Seven am, how lovely. I close my eyes then it hits me, I am in bed and it is seven in the morning. Don't remember coming to this room or this bed. That is when the events of last night come rushing at me.

Turning to my side I see Azrael laying beside me, eyes closed looking so peaceful. I get out of bed and make my way throughout the house and I notice that Samantha is not in the house at all. I guess you can't blame her; this is some next level stuff that I would not have stuck around for if I could have got away.

I go into the kitchen and grab a bowl of chocolate rice crispies and pour in some chocolate milk, sit down on the couch and channel surf for some cartoons. That lasts all of thirty seconds before Azrael comes out wearing one of my shirts. I have no idea how she got it. I know I don't have any clothes in Samantha's room. 

Azrael stretches her arms above her head with a pleasing groan, at least to my ears it's very pleasing. Then I promptly hear my shirt ripping as her wings flare out as she turns sideways. That sucks, I really liked that shirt. It was a nice Hawaiian and a wise man said no wardrobe is complete without a decent Hawaiian shirt.

She looks at me and my bowl of cereal which has become delightfully soggy. She comes and takes the bowl out of my hands and tosses it in the sink. She then turns and puts her hands on her hips and it feels like she's darinh me to say something. 

I just sigh and sit back.

"So where is Samantha? Please tell me that you did not do anything to her."

"Not at all Master I just got one of her lovers to convince her that now was the time to leave."

I thought about that for a bit. She finally left huh, I know Samantha had her guys on the side. I guess it is a good thing that she is getting the hell out of dodge. For some odd reason it seems like my life was about to go to hell in a hand basket and even if she did not make me happy, even if she was a mistake like Azrael said, I still did not want anything bad to happen to her. Guess now is as good a time as any and file the paperwork that I had drawn up forever ago.

"So Master what are we doing for the day?"

"I plan on us getting dressed and going to the shop. Then I plan on you answering some questions."

I go into my room, take a shower and get dressed. By the time I'm out Azrael is wearing a pair of Samantha's jeans and a wife beater as well as some sneakers. She's in human form with her hair in a long braid going down her back. She then completes her ensemble with a waist length leather jacket that I've never seen before.

I take Azrael out to the garage where I grab some tools and the Mikuni smoothbore carburetor I'm working on to install for a customer. Azrael just looks around touching this and that when she sits on the tarp covered hood of my dad's car. Well, actually it's my car, my dad gave it to me when I graduated basic training.

She pulls back the old blue tarp, showing the pearl white corvette stingray. 

"That's a car, another mode of transportation we use here." I tell Azrael as she runs her hands down the side, caressing the car as I imagine she would a lover. She just turns to me and rolls her eyes.

"No Chris, this is art. Can we take it for a ride?"

"Umm I don't really drive things with four wheels. Don't get me wrong I can drive, I just don't like it. I really don't feel comfortable behind the wheel." 

Can I feel any more like a pansy in a week? Here I am, just last night trying to defend my philandering wife... well soon to be ex and now telling Azrael one of my darkest secrets. 

She comes up to me putting her hand on my cheek. 

"Master you will have to move out of your comfort zone. How else are you going to get the kids around? I mean look at this car."

I turn to look and then suddenly she is on me, her tongue so far down my throat I am sure she is enjoying the two spoon fulls of my chocolate rice crispies I had this morning before she tossed my bowl.

When she brakes the kiss she is beaming her thousand watt smile.

"Don't worry about it now, I will drive." She then rushes off and grabs the keys off the ring and sits in the driver's seat. 

"How do you know how to drive?"

"Easy, you know how so when I had you look at the car you were thinking about driving it and I kissed you. So now I know how to drive."

Ahh, I remember her saying something about that last night. She presses the button to raise the garage door and opens the passenger side. 

"Look I don't think this is a good idea. How about later tonight after I come back from the shop we can go for a ride."

"Master get in I want to drive." 

"No Azrael maybe later I will let you drive the truck but no, not this car."

Azrael just looks at me. I guess she is wondering how far she can push me but she will learn that I won't back down from this.

She turns off the engine and gets out without a word.

"Tell me about him your father."

The question kind of takes me aback, I really did not expect it.

"My dad is the best. He bought this car fresh out the factory when he came home from Vietnam. He always joked that he fell in love with the first two things he saw when he left Saigon. My mother who was protesting the war and this car. He gave it to me when I graduated OSUT.

"Whats OSUT?" Azrael asks.

"One Station Unit Training. Certain MOS's or jobs in the Army send you to both basic and advanced training at one time, things like infantry and Cavalry. I was a Cav Scout."

I take a deep breath "Anyway my dad is pretty cool, after my mom passed he did his best to take care of me. He was heavy in the church but never pushed it on me. Volunteered and was a deacon."

"So where is your father now Master"

"Cranston Penitentiary, doing four consecutive life sentences for premeditated murder"

I can see Azrael lookin thoughtful for a second and then she just nods her head.

I decide to load up a 97 softail, back the saddle bags and grab a spare helmet for Azrael. We mount and we are off to start the day. I make the mandatory stops; first at my favorite fast food place to pick up three monster biscuits and hash browns. Then off to Ihop for a Colorado omelet meal. 

Azrael is quiet all this time during the interactions, which if I was paying attention would have seemed odd to me. We make it to my shop shortly after. 

I call it a shop but really it is an old warehouse at the end of the power grid in my town. I was home on leave six years ago and found it, fell in love and bought it with some of the money gramps left me. I own it free and clear, all 20,000 square feet. The outside I painted black, the only color being a big neon sign of a woman dressed as the queen of spades and a scantily clad woman wrapped around a ace of clubs. Under that was the name Black Jack cycles. 

I walk in and feel really at home. There's always something about this place that calls to me. I start turning on the lights and flipping the breakers to the bike lifts. The hardly used office in the back lit up reminding me that I really need to go back there and start doing some paperwork. I keep telling myself I would get it done and it keeps piling up, calling me a liar. 

Azrael follows me upstairs where there's a large open area, with a few throw rugs as well as a table with a moderately sized flat screen TV on it. There's a full kitchen and bathroom in the back but my prey is on the couch. As quietly as I can, I stalk over and smack the panty clad ass of the girl sprawled out over the dumpster saved sofa. 

Quicker than hell there's a snick and the flip out knife I got from Afghanistan is at my throat. 

"Hey Ash got your Ihop"

As soon as her blue eyes catch sight of the bag the blade is gone. She moves to the Kitchenette wearing just a flannel shirt and a pair of white cotton panties...from the looks of them we will have to go shopping again.

Azrael comes up beside me and looks at Ashley intensely. 

"My my Master, I did not know you had a daughter."

Ashley startles when she hears Azrael's voice.

The comment catches me off guard as well.

"What, no Ashley is just my friend. I bought this place while I was still in the Army and she kinda came with it. I just feed her, get her some clothes, make sure she is studying to pass her GED, make sure she stays out of trouble and let her do some stuff around the shop. There is nothing going on between us and she is not my child."

Azrael comes and pats my head like she would a child. 

"Of course Master, your daughter that is not a daughter is a Lesbian."

"What" if I think I was caught off guard before that one really floors me. Leave it to Azrael to always deliver the one two punch. I look at Ashley who's uncharacteristically quiet, looking at everything but me. It takes her awhile but she finally looks my way with that street kid glare I noticed since she was a twelve year old runaway that kept sneaking into this place before it was even my shop. 

"Well Chris say something."

Hmm...alright, not even nine am and I have already had my fill of drama. With all the stuff going on only two things really come to mind.

"Ash finish eating then get dressed and help me with the new risers and handlebars for the Jacobs bike."

I notice that Azrael is looking at Ashley in a very unhealthy way.

"Az no, Ashley is a friend not food. You come with me, we have some things to discuss." 

With that I go downstairs to my rarely used office and break out one of the monster biscuits trying to reconcile with how my life became the disaster that it is now. Really, there are just so many questions I do not know where to begin.

Azrael comes in followed closely by Ashley taking the only available chair while Ashley leans against the wall. I'm just finishing off my second monster biscuit and enjoying the afterglow on my small meal. I really miss having my cereal this morning. 

"First things first Azrael I want you to apologize to Ashley."

Both women get really still. Ashely looks at me with confusion while Azrael's eyes get huge. I revel in Azrael being behind the power curve.

"No matter what Ashley does with who is usually none of my business. It is not for you to tell something like that."

"Master you would allow her to carry a secret around you. One that would shape who she is."

"Azrael, first off no matter who Ashley takes to her bed, as long as she is happy then I am ok... as long as she is safe. Secondly it does not matter who she takes to her bed, Ashley is still Ashley."

Ashley lets out a breath that seems like she had been holding forever. 

"I wanted to tell you Chris, I was just afraid, you and your dad have been the only ones here for me. I mean I did not think you would care but I was just so afraid I was wrong. It just seemed easier to keep my mouth shut."




What Happened That Night



This is when my brain decides to shut down. I'm pretty sure I'm dead or this is some alternate world, Ashley the bad ass street kid sounding conciliatory, admitting that she was afraid of something. I could not be more shocked if the devil himself came knocking on the door and asked for a parka. I put my two fingers on my neck to take my pulse.

"Chris quit being a dick."

She then rolls her eyes and starts out the office.

"You also need to quit eating all that shit. I know you were hiding in here with those damn biscuits."

Now that's the Ashley we all know and love. I know that she is going to get me alone eventually and grill me over who Azrael is. I really need to get my head on straight quick fast and in a fucking hurry.

"Azrael" I start,

"Questions later I want to ride now."

With that Azrael is out the door and onto the Garage floor looking at a Vulcan 800. Maybe this is not such a bad idea actually. I know that riding calms me down and doing this I might be able to keep her attention. 

"Hey Ashy, why don't you go open up the bay door in the back. After that, start jetting the carb for that 78 shovelhead."

"Fuck you Chris I hate when you call me that."

Ashley opens the doors and I pluck Azrael off the Vulcan and guide her outside.

"She wants me, she can't help it. It is my nature."

I whip Azrael against the wall. 

"You will not touch her. If I think for any second that you will do anything that will bring harm to that girl I will erase you."

Azrael's eyes just got wide.

"Ohh I love it rough."

She then leans down and licks my cheek and dances away laughing. 

"Worry not Master, she is safe from me. Harming her would harm you and I will not allow that."

Azrael then quickly mounts the old Vulcan and puts it in gear. It doesn't take long for her knowledge to catch up with her experience and she's weaving around my placed cones with ease. I make her do some quick stops and swerves just to see if she can. I have to admit I'm quite impressed and tell her so.

"It is not hard, you have done all these before so I am able to draw off your experience."

I think about that for a bit. That seems that it can open up a whole world of possibilities for me.

"Does that mean I will be able to draw off your experiences and skills as well?"

Azrael gets very quiet for a few seconds. 

"Humans would not be able to, it is be more of a one way streak."

We make our way back into the bay to my work table. Azrael puts the tools down, turns around and sits on the bench.

"So Azrael, you said that you would explain some things. Well now I am all ears."

"Master there is so much to say... you know what this will be easier."

With that she grabs my face and kisses me again. Wow, her kiss is amazing is my last thought before I hit the floor and my world went dark.