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Date With An Angel 3/5 Viggo/Orl, Elijah/Dom
Warning, the next part gets a bit more serious and angsty.
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Date with an Angel
By Summer
Class: Slash
Beta’d by Saura and Slip
Writer’s note: This is based and inspired by the movie, ‘Date with an Angel.’ Also, I am in no way trying to demean any characters portrayed in my story. (Especially Evi). It is just a story folks. Not real, not meant to be taken too seriously. Oh and yes, the word --God, heaven, and Angel is mentioned a lot. IF you are offended by that, then move on.
Pairing: Dom/Elijah, Orli/Viggo
3/5
Rating: NC-17
3
She grabbed the wine bottle off the glass counter and prepared herself another drink. She had already emptied one bottle, and still felt too sober. Filling her wineglass to the brim, she heard a car making its way towards the house. Glancing out the window, she spotted her brother’s automobile pulling up to the doorway. With the glass in her hand, she went to greet him.
“Easy, easy, my precious little angel.”
Karl quickly threw his jacket back over the angel‘s head. Unable to see, Elijah screeched and cried all the while trying desperately to get free. If only his wings were healed properly, he could fly away. But strong arms held him in place and he was forced out of the car.
Karl was just about to the door, still struggling with his naked, still wet and wriggling prize that did manage to land a few good kicks, when the door to the house opened. His sister took one look at him and the naked boy and screamed aloud in her anger. Then she dropped the glass and went for the boy, her hands balled into fists.
“You brought that bastard here!” She cried trying to land a punch.
Now, Karl had to not only try to keep the angel in his arms, but avoid the precious creature from being battered by his beloved sister.
“Evi! No! Stop that. Stop it, I say!” Karl pushed Elijah behind him and took the full force of the blows. Seeing her brother was protecting the little whore, she now turned her venom on him.
“You’re protecting him! This… this bastard! This bastard who stole my Dom!”
“This is business, now Evi! Knock it off. Calm down, sober up. Go to Paris and buy yourself a whole new wardrobe, whatever just calm the fuck down!” He yelled at her and freeing one hand, pushed her aside, pulling Elijah into the house.
The door slammed shut behind them. Evi narrowed her eyes and with an angry cry she stomped to the car, got in and slamming her foot down on the gas pedal took off down the road.
She would have her revenge; no man would make a fool out of her. Increasing her speed, she bypassed another car entering the driveway, just barely missing it as she drove away.
***
He watched the young girl drive away and sighed in great annoyance. Karl’s sister really needed to learn how to drive properly before she wound up getting someone killed. Actually, she needed to learn a lot of things. Patience was one and learning to shut up and let someone else speak was another.
She also was one of the most spoiled brats he had ever met. He had tried several times to tell Karl he needed to tone it down a bit with indulging his sister‘s every whim. Alas, ever since their parent’s death, Karl had been trying to fill mommy and daddy’s shoes by doting on his sister’s every want, even the desires that bordered on the ridiculous.
Shaking his head, the man with grey-blue eyes started his car moving forward again to slowly make its way to the front door of the estate. A suitcase sat on the seat next to him with a few color photos splayed on top. He had a variety of new fashion shots to show to Karl and he knew that this time he had found the perfect model.
Viggo Mortensen starred down at the top photo. It held a picture of a handsome young man with dark brown hair and matching eyes, dressed in very tight jeans and a loosely buttoned shirt as he leaned against a brick wall. He was devastatingly handsome. Viggo paused to look at the bottom left of the photo on which he had made the notation ‘Orlando Bloom’.
***
He had parked the car on the side of the street and was just getting out, when he noticed a lone figure standing at the corner. The young man, perhaps in his mid-twenties, had dark wavy hair and liquid chocolate eyes. He was wearing an over-sized crisp button-down shirt and tight blue-jeans.
The young man was beautiful but, what amazed Viggo was his skin. He seemed to have a soft glow, only seen before from air-brushed or computer enhanced photography in his experience and yet here was a live model standing on the corner in the full light of day. Viggo had never seen anyone with such an amazing complexion.
The boy also had full very lush, lips that just begged to be kissed. Shaking his head, Viggo took up his suitcase and made for the studio, pausing one last time to take a look towards the boy. He was still standing at the corner, only this time the boy was looking at him. Smiling.
Putting his keys back into his pocket, Viggo opened his case and pulled out his camera. Turning around, he headed straight towards the young man.
***
Orlando was like out of a dream, a fairy tale, and was perfect in every way imaginable, almost angelic. Upon seeing the young man, Viggo had been completely entranced and had taken the opportunity to do an impromptu photo shoot of Orlando. Viggo just knew that Karl would want him for the next cover of Urban Magazine. Orlando would be a superstar, was destined to become the next sex symbol and model of the year.
Pulling up to the estate, Viggo parked the car and slowly got out. He picked up the suitcase and the photos and with a whistle on his lips, headed for the house.
***
Elijah cried out and felt the tears slip past his cheeks and dribble down his neck. He could not get free; he was completely at this human’s mercy. Closing his eyes, he continued to struggle, but now was trying his best to send a message of help to one of his kind.
Please, please Orli…Help! Help me!
Karl finished tying the hands and then pulled them tightly over the angel’s head and secured them to the shackles on the wall. He often used his studio to not only get his inspiration, but also to take ‘specialty’ shots for his eyes only. With his best models. Naturally.
Tying the angel’s legs together, he secured them to the lower wall, making sure to leave the wings free. Looking over his work, he marveled at the beautiful unmarked skin of the naked angel before him. This creature was true perfection. Not a mole or any sort of scar anywhere to be seen. The skin had a glow to it that made it him just want to touch and caress every inch of the angel’s flesh. And who would stop him?
The wall was the perfect kind of background, a light sky blue that Karl whimsically thought looked like the boy was in the heavens. Seeing the tears on the angel’s cheeks, Karl, for one moment, felt a small--very small-- bit of compassion and used the tip of his finger to wipe away the tears.
“Shh! Hush now, my beautiful angel. You and I are going to make magic today. You are going to be my next model of the year… you - hell, we will turn the history of modeling on its ear, this will be the photo shoot of the century.”
He examined the nude body with consideration and wondered how he could make the pose appear even more provocative. Karl reached for a white silk cloth and draped it gently around the angel’s waist.
Flawless.
The wings fluttered and waved around the boy, as Karl went to get his camera. He set up quickly and then flipped on the work lights adjusting the spots to his taste, then he began taking several shots of the angel tied to the wall.
Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. His Angel.
***
“Karl?” Viggo opened the door and came into the house. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. “Karl!”
“In here!” A voice shouted from somewhere down the hall. Viggo took a step forward and thought he heard the sound of a camera being used. Putting down the suitcase and the photos, Viggo started down the hallway.
***
“Okay, now stop moving those damn wings. I want a clear shot!” But as Karl took another shot the wings flew upwards as if trying to cover Elijah’s naked form.
“Damn it! I said hold them still…or else!” When Elijah still failed to comply, Karl put down the camera angrily and made for his desk. Opening the drawer, he pulled out a heavy tool and began loading thick metal staples into it. Pulling the staple gun closed, he started towards the wall.
***
Viggo entered the room and stopped dead in his tracks. What he saw seemed something out of a fantasy horror movie. He could see a young man tied to a wall in distress as tears tracked down his face and he was making what could be only construed as a wailing sound. The boy was completely naked with only a thin layer of a silk cloth covering his genitalia.
However, what really made Viggo’s heart beat faster were the two long white wings that spanned out behind the boys back. Beautiful angel-like feathered wings. They seemed to be waving and fluttering in absolute desperation. What a hell of a costume!
“Karl, what are you shooting? Dante’s Inferno?” That was when Viggo saw Karl moving forward holding a strange object. A staple gun was in his hand.
“It’s okay, Viggo. I found my next model. A real live angel. My angel. I’ll explain everything as soon as I get these last few shots in.”
An angel? Viggo’s mind stumbled. Karl thought he had a REAL angel. Karl was mad, insane… but then Viggo stared at the boy and realized with a dawning sense of horror that there were no fake wings that impressive.
The wings were real. Karl had an angel. Karl had captured a real live angel.
Viggo watched stunned and with growing horror as Karl captured the left wing and held it to the wall, raising his hand with the stapler. Viciously, he fired the stapler punching the metal staple through the wing, securing it to the wall.
A loud scream of pain and terror swept from the boys lips.
Elijah wept bitterly, wondering how his human was. He had completely ruined his mission and he would probably never see Dominic again.
Viggo felt his heart twist in shock as Karl proceeded to use the stapler again, seemingly totally impervious to the boy’s pathetic cries.
“I warned you if you didn’t keep those wings still there would be consequences. The next time you will listen!”
“Karl, stop! I said STOP IT!” Viggo saw Karl going for another strike and raced forward, grabbing his arm that held the stapler, peeling it from his palm. Angrily Viggo threw the stapler to the other side of the room.
“What!” Before Karl could speak, Viggo balled his other hand into a fist and slammed it into Karl's gut. The billionaire hit the floor, landing hard on his back.
“What the hell did you do that for?”
Viggo only shook his head and turned to the angel. The creature was now crying piteously and was shuddering and shaking like a leaf. At once, Viggo went to undo the shackles and then started to free the boy's hands.
“It’s okay, little one. Don’t cry. I’ll have you free in a moment. Jesus, Karl. What the fuck do you think you are doing? You deserve to be jailed or worse for this!”
Karl was slowly getting to his feet and shook his head at Viggo as he reached for something. His eyes now had taken on a strange glazed look. Viggo was not going to take his ANGEL from him. NO ONE! “For what? Capturing an angel and using him as my perfect model? He‘s mine. Completely and utterly mine to do with as I please!”
He met the angel’s eyes, then, the eyes that turned to look at him, and Viggo felt his heart melt at the pain and terror in those crystal blue eyes. They were filled with sadness and wisdom and a deep loneliness that reminded him of someone… -Orlando!
So intent on freeing him, Viggo did not hear the sound of steps coming up behind him. He did not see the red haze in Karl’s eyes. But he heard the angel make a loud gasp, just before he felt something hard hit him in the back of his head.
***
When he saw the other man approaching, Elijah tried to cry out a warning however, it was too late. Karl took the blunt part of the stapler and hit Viggo in the back of the head. Viggo stumbled to his knees completely dazed.
“You fool! You insolent weak fool. You are not taking this one away from me. He is mine and I intend to keep him. Forever!”
Viggo tried to rise to his feet, but Karl swung again increasing the strength of the deadly blows.
Elijah still not completely free from the shackles cried out angrily in the hopes of stalling Karl from his attempt to kill the other human, who had tried to help him. And now was paying the price--
Karl only turned back a second to slap Elijah across the face and using the angel’s bewildered shocked response as impetus he hit Viggo a third and final time. Then making certain Elijah’s hands were again secured, Karl picked up the still body of his once lover and throwing him over his back, headed out the room.
Elijah had seen enough. As Karl started out of the room the angel screamed. The power of his outrage shattered every window in the house.
Karl dropped Viggo’s body, taken aback by the volume, he covered his ears, wincing in pain. But when the scream died away, Karl shook his head and resumed his task, he looked back over his free shoulder and smiled back at Elijah. “I’ll be back for you in a moment-- Angel.”
This human was completely mad! Elijah, cried out loudly, hoping that where ever his human was he was safe. It surprised Elijah, to realize that in such a short period of time, his thoughts centered on one human soul. Dominic…Dominic…
Was this what human’s called, falling in love?
***
Karl dumped Viggo’s body into the basement and then closed and locked the door. It wouldn’t take long for Viggo to take his last breath. It was a shame in a way. Viggo had been the perfect distraction for him these past few years but, now that he had had his angel he didn’t need that old man anymore. He would get rid of the body later.
After he was done playing with his new toy, he would come back and make sure Viggo was dead. Right now, he had other things to deal with. Like the rock hard arousal of his member in his pants. It was time to end this charade and show his Angel who was in charge here.
Removing his belt and undoing his pants, Karl smiled and turned to head back to the studio.
***
The cab pulled up next to another car. Putting the vehicle in park, Orlando shut off the engine and got out of the car to open the door for his fare. But Dominic Monaghan was already out of the door making his way towards the house. Dom paused a moment when he realized that the windows of the mansion were completely shattered. Fragments of glass covered the grounds.
Before going after him, Orli looked at the other car. He knew that car. He knew who owned that car.
Orli paused and using his special insight could sense a life force ending under ground--no, under the house, in the basement. Orlando felt the tears come to his eyes when he realized whose life was coming to an end.
He could also feel Elijah! His presence was here and his fear! Narrowing his eyes, Orlando felt avenging rage come to life inside him; his eyes flashed gold and with a loud scream of defiance he raced toward the house.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!“
A golden sword flashed into his hands and the heretofore hidden wings unfolded and spread outwards in one fearsome upwards sweep.
When Dominic heard the angry cry, he turned and looked back at Orlando. When he had first seen Orlando he had mistaken him for a cabbie. Then he could see he was an angel, like his Elijah. Now, he realized he had made yet another mistake. Orlando was so much more than just any common angel.
When the glowing golden sword appeared in Orlando’s hands, his simple garb was gone, replaced with gleaming metallic armor. He had wings. But they were not the soft dove like wings Elijah had. No, these wings were golden and sparkled like diamonds, cutting through the air like giant scythes.
No. This cabbie was not just any angel.
Dominic swallowed, as he realized that Orlando must be an Archangel -- a messenger from God, who was very angry and out to gain a vengeance for his Lord Almighty.
***
TBC
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By Summer
Class: Slash
Beta’d by Saura and Slip
Writer’s note: This is based and inspired by the movie, ‘Date with an Angel.’ Also, I am in no way trying to demean any characters portrayed in my story. (Especially Evi). It is just a story folks. Not real, not meant to be taken too seriously. Oh and yes, the word --God, heaven, and Angel is mentioned a lot. IF you are offended by that, then move on.
Pairing: Dom/Elijah, Orli/Viggo
3/5
Rating: NC-17
3
She grabbed the wine bottle off the glass counter and prepared herself another drink. She had already emptied one bottle, and still felt too sober. Filling her wineglass to the brim, she heard a car making its way towards the house. Glancing out the window, she spotted her brother’s automobile pulling up to the doorway. With the glass in her hand, she went to greet him.
“Easy, easy, my precious little angel.”
Karl quickly threw his jacket back over the angel‘s head. Unable to see, Elijah screeched and cried all the while trying desperately to get free. If only his wings were healed properly, he could fly away. But strong arms held him in place and he was forced out of the car.
Karl was just about to the door, still struggling with his naked, still wet and wriggling prize that did manage to land a few good kicks, when the door to the house opened. His sister took one look at him and the naked boy and screamed aloud in her anger. Then she dropped the glass and went for the boy, her hands balled into fists.
“You brought that bastard here!” She cried trying to land a punch.
Now, Karl had to not only try to keep the angel in his arms, but avoid the precious creature from being battered by his beloved sister.
“Evi! No! Stop that. Stop it, I say!” Karl pushed Elijah behind him and took the full force of the blows. Seeing her brother was protecting the little whore, she now turned her venom on him.
“You’re protecting him! This… this bastard! This bastard who stole my Dom!”
“This is business, now Evi! Knock it off. Calm down, sober up. Go to Paris and buy yourself a whole new wardrobe, whatever just calm the fuck down!” He yelled at her and freeing one hand, pushed her aside, pulling Elijah into the house.
The door slammed shut behind them. Evi narrowed her eyes and with an angry cry she stomped to the car, got in and slamming her foot down on the gas pedal took off down the road.
She would have her revenge; no man would make a fool out of her. Increasing her speed, she bypassed another car entering the driveway, just barely missing it as she drove away.
***
He watched the young girl drive away and sighed in great annoyance. Karl’s sister really needed to learn how to drive properly before she wound up getting someone killed. Actually, she needed to learn a lot of things. Patience was one and learning to shut up and let someone else speak was another.
She also was one of the most spoiled brats he had ever met. He had tried several times to tell Karl he needed to tone it down a bit with indulging his sister‘s every whim. Alas, ever since their parent’s death, Karl had been trying to fill mommy and daddy’s shoes by doting on his sister’s every want, even the desires that bordered on the ridiculous.
Shaking his head, the man with grey-blue eyes started his car moving forward again to slowly make its way to the front door of the estate. A suitcase sat on the seat next to him with a few color photos splayed on top. He had a variety of new fashion shots to show to Karl and he knew that this time he had found the perfect model.
Viggo Mortensen starred down at the top photo. It held a picture of a handsome young man with dark brown hair and matching eyes, dressed in very tight jeans and a loosely buttoned shirt as he leaned against a brick wall. He was devastatingly handsome. Viggo paused to look at the bottom left of the photo on which he had made the notation ‘Orlando Bloom’.
***
He had parked the car on the side of the street and was just getting out, when he noticed a lone figure standing at the corner. The young man, perhaps in his mid-twenties, had dark wavy hair and liquid chocolate eyes. He was wearing an over-sized crisp button-down shirt and tight blue-jeans.
The young man was beautiful but, what amazed Viggo was his skin. He seemed to have a soft glow, only seen before from air-brushed or computer enhanced photography in his experience and yet here was a live model standing on the corner in the full light of day. Viggo had never seen anyone with such an amazing complexion.
The boy also had full very lush, lips that just begged to be kissed. Shaking his head, Viggo took up his suitcase and made for the studio, pausing one last time to take a look towards the boy. He was still standing at the corner, only this time the boy was looking at him. Smiling.
Putting his keys back into his pocket, Viggo opened his case and pulled out his camera. Turning around, he headed straight towards the young man.
***
Orlando was like out of a dream, a fairy tale, and was perfect in every way imaginable, almost angelic. Upon seeing the young man, Viggo had been completely entranced and had taken the opportunity to do an impromptu photo shoot of Orlando. Viggo just knew that Karl would want him for the next cover of Urban Magazine. Orlando would be a superstar, was destined to become the next sex symbol and model of the year.
Pulling up to the estate, Viggo parked the car and slowly got out. He picked up the suitcase and the photos and with a whistle on his lips, headed for the house.
***
Elijah cried out and felt the tears slip past his cheeks and dribble down his neck. He could not get free; he was completely at this human’s mercy. Closing his eyes, he continued to struggle, but now was trying his best to send a message of help to one of his kind.
Please, please Orli…Help! Help me!
Karl finished tying the hands and then pulled them tightly over the angel’s head and secured them to the shackles on the wall. He often used his studio to not only get his inspiration, but also to take ‘specialty’ shots for his eyes only. With his best models. Naturally.
Tying the angel’s legs together, he secured them to the lower wall, making sure to leave the wings free. Looking over his work, he marveled at the beautiful unmarked skin of the naked angel before him. This creature was true perfection. Not a mole or any sort of scar anywhere to be seen. The skin had a glow to it that made it him just want to touch and caress every inch of the angel’s flesh. And who would stop him?
The wall was the perfect kind of background, a light sky blue that Karl whimsically thought looked like the boy was in the heavens. Seeing the tears on the angel’s cheeks, Karl, for one moment, felt a small--very small-- bit of compassion and used the tip of his finger to wipe away the tears.
“Shh! Hush now, my beautiful angel. You and I are going to make magic today. You are going to be my next model of the year… you - hell, we will turn the history of modeling on its ear, this will be the photo shoot of the century.”
He examined the nude body with consideration and wondered how he could make the pose appear even more provocative. Karl reached for a white silk cloth and draped it gently around the angel’s waist.
Flawless.
The wings fluttered and waved around the boy, as Karl went to get his camera. He set up quickly and then flipped on the work lights adjusting the spots to his taste, then he began taking several shots of the angel tied to the wall.
Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. His Angel.
***
“Karl?” Viggo opened the door and came into the house. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. “Karl!”
“In here!” A voice shouted from somewhere down the hall. Viggo took a step forward and thought he heard the sound of a camera being used. Putting down the suitcase and the photos, Viggo started down the hallway.
***
“Okay, now stop moving those damn wings. I want a clear shot!” But as Karl took another shot the wings flew upwards as if trying to cover Elijah’s naked form.
“Damn it! I said hold them still…or else!” When Elijah still failed to comply, Karl put down the camera angrily and made for his desk. Opening the drawer, he pulled out a heavy tool and began loading thick metal staples into it. Pulling the staple gun closed, he started towards the wall.
***
Viggo entered the room and stopped dead in his tracks. What he saw seemed something out of a fantasy horror movie. He could see a young man tied to a wall in distress as tears tracked down his face and he was making what could be only construed as a wailing sound. The boy was completely naked with only a thin layer of a silk cloth covering his genitalia.
However, what really made Viggo’s heart beat faster were the two long white wings that spanned out behind the boys back. Beautiful angel-like feathered wings. They seemed to be waving and fluttering in absolute desperation. What a hell of a costume!
“Karl, what are you shooting? Dante’s Inferno?” That was when Viggo saw Karl moving forward holding a strange object. A staple gun was in his hand.
“It’s okay, Viggo. I found my next model. A real live angel. My angel. I’ll explain everything as soon as I get these last few shots in.”
An angel? Viggo’s mind stumbled. Karl thought he had a REAL angel. Karl was mad, insane… but then Viggo stared at the boy and realized with a dawning sense of horror that there were no fake wings that impressive.
The wings were real. Karl had an angel. Karl had captured a real live angel.
Viggo watched stunned and with growing horror as Karl captured the left wing and held it to the wall, raising his hand with the stapler. Viciously, he fired the stapler punching the metal staple through the wing, securing it to the wall.
A loud scream of pain and terror swept from the boys lips.
Elijah wept bitterly, wondering how his human was. He had completely ruined his mission and he would probably never see Dominic again.
Viggo felt his heart twist in shock as Karl proceeded to use the stapler again, seemingly totally impervious to the boy’s pathetic cries.
“I warned you if you didn’t keep those wings still there would be consequences. The next time you will listen!”
“Karl, stop! I said STOP IT!” Viggo saw Karl going for another strike and raced forward, grabbing his arm that held the stapler, peeling it from his palm. Angrily Viggo threw the stapler to the other side of the room.
“What!” Before Karl could speak, Viggo balled his other hand into a fist and slammed it into Karl's gut. The billionaire hit the floor, landing hard on his back.
“What the hell did you do that for?”
Viggo only shook his head and turned to the angel. The creature was now crying piteously and was shuddering and shaking like a leaf. At once, Viggo went to undo the shackles and then started to free the boy's hands.
“It’s okay, little one. Don’t cry. I’ll have you free in a moment. Jesus, Karl. What the fuck do you think you are doing? You deserve to be jailed or worse for this!”
Karl was slowly getting to his feet and shook his head at Viggo as he reached for something. His eyes now had taken on a strange glazed look. Viggo was not going to take his ANGEL from him. NO ONE! “For what? Capturing an angel and using him as my perfect model? He‘s mine. Completely and utterly mine to do with as I please!”
He met the angel’s eyes, then, the eyes that turned to look at him, and Viggo felt his heart melt at the pain and terror in those crystal blue eyes. They were filled with sadness and wisdom and a deep loneliness that reminded him of someone… -Orlando!
So intent on freeing him, Viggo did not hear the sound of steps coming up behind him. He did not see the red haze in Karl’s eyes. But he heard the angel make a loud gasp, just before he felt something hard hit him in the back of his head.
***
When he saw the other man approaching, Elijah tried to cry out a warning however, it was too late. Karl took the blunt part of the stapler and hit Viggo in the back of the head. Viggo stumbled to his knees completely dazed.
“You fool! You insolent weak fool. You are not taking this one away from me. He is mine and I intend to keep him. Forever!”
Viggo tried to rise to his feet, but Karl swung again increasing the strength of the deadly blows.
Elijah still not completely free from the shackles cried out angrily in the hopes of stalling Karl from his attempt to kill the other human, who had tried to help him. And now was paying the price--
Karl only turned back a second to slap Elijah across the face and using the angel’s bewildered shocked response as impetus he hit Viggo a third and final time. Then making certain Elijah’s hands were again secured, Karl picked up the still body of his once lover and throwing him over his back, headed out the room.
Elijah had seen enough. As Karl started out of the room the angel screamed. The power of his outrage shattered every window in the house.
Karl dropped Viggo’s body, taken aback by the volume, he covered his ears, wincing in pain. But when the scream died away, Karl shook his head and resumed his task, he looked back over his free shoulder and smiled back at Elijah. “I’ll be back for you in a moment-- Angel.”
This human was completely mad! Elijah, cried out loudly, hoping that where ever his human was he was safe. It surprised Elijah, to realize that in such a short period of time, his thoughts centered on one human soul. Dominic…Dominic…
Was this what human’s called, falling in love?
***
Karl dumped Viggo’s body into the basement and then closed and locked the door. It wouldn’t take long for Viggo to take his last breath. It was a shame in a way. Viggo had been the perfect distraction for him these past few years but, now that he had had his angel he didn’t need that old man anymore. He would get rid of the body later.
After he was done playing with his new toy, he would come back and make sure Viggo was dead. Right now, he had other things to deal with. Like the rock hard arousal of his member in his pants. It was time to end this charade and show his Angel who was in charge here.
Removing his belt and undoing his pants, Karl smiled and turned to head back to the studio.
***
The cab pulled up next to another car. Putting the vehicle in park, Orlando shut off the engine and got out of the car to open the door for his fare. But Dominic Monaghan was already out of the door making his way towards the house. Dom paused a moment when he realized that the windows of the mansion were completely shattered. Fragments of glass covered the grounds.
Before going after him, Orli looked at the other car. He knew that car. He knew who owned that car.
Orli paused and using his special insight could sense a life force ending under ground--no, under the house, in the basement. Orlando felt the tears come to his eyes when he realized whose life was coming to an end.
He could also feel Elijah! His presence was here and his fear! Narrowing his eyes, Orlando felt avenging rage come to life inside him; his eyes flashed gold and with a loud scream of defiance he raced toward the house.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!“
A golden sword flashed into his hands and the heretofore hidden wings unfolded and spread outwards in one fearsome upwards sweep.
When Dominic heard the angry cry, he turned and looked back at Orlando. When he had first seen Orlando he had mistaken him for a cabbie. Then he could see he was an angel, like his Elijah. Now, he realized he had made yet another mistake. Orlando was so much more than just any common angel.
When the glowing golden sword appeared in Orlando’s hands, his simple garb was gone, replaced with gleaming metallic armor. He had wings. But they were not the soft dove like wings Elijah had. No, these wings were golden and sparkled like diamonds, cutting through the air like giant scythes.
No. This cabbie was not just any angel.
Dominic swallowed, as he realized that Orlando must be an Archangel -- a messenger from God, who was very angry and out to gain a vengeance for his Lord Almighty.
***
TBC
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