Well, this is a little different for me. Fight scenes are more emotional than physical in my books. And while I love a good movie with a knock-down-drag-out, and stuff being blown up with a lot of action, I don’t always love reading scenes like it because I think something gets lost in the word translation of fists flying.
I have, however one fight scene, though it pretty much takes place off the page. What we get is the aftermath, the emotions, the pleas, the need… But, for now, it’s the only thing I’ve got that comes anywhere close to fitting today’s snippet requirement.
Angel picked up her glass and swirled the liquid around with her finger. “What do you want, Riko? I’m just out trying to have a little fun.”
“I need you to come outside, little sister.”
“No. I’m not done with my evening yet.”
“And you may return once we speak. Outside.”
“It’s too chilly outside. I would rather stay right here. Why not pull up a stool and have a drink with me? Oh wait, there are no vacant stools. I guess you’ll have to leave.”
The booming laughter of her brother echoed off the walls. He wasn’t going to leave without her and she doubted he was going to let her return to the disaster that was her night.
She downed the alcohol and after a few seconds, slid off the stool. Riko threw a few bills on the bar, more than enough to cover her drink, and motioned for her to precede him out the doors.
“What is so important, Riko? I haven’t done anything. Not really. Not yet.”
“No, Angel, you haven’t. I have.”
“I sent the human to you, and I see now that I was mistaken to do so. You do not wish to see our kind survive.”
Guilt trip. Great. “What are you talking about? And it’s not ‘our’ kind, Riko. It’s your kind. I am only half demon.”
“I am still your blood.”
“I’m not out to destroy you and your fellow demons. I just do not want to fall prey to weakness as my mother did. Things are going along fine. So a few demons die once in a while, it’s not like there aren’t more to take their place. What does this have to do with Delan?”
“I realized that you care more about fighting who you are than you do in the purpose of who you are.”
Angel laughed. “There is no purpose, Riko. And all I care about is protecting me, you’re right about that.”
She whirled at the voice. Delan stood, or rather was being held up between two of Riko’s demons. “What’s going on?” She looked back at her brother. “Riko?”
“He cannot reach you. You will not let him. I told him if he failed, that he would die.”
“You can’t do that. I’ve known him like what? One day? A few hours? You consider that failure? And you’re going to kill him? Human time and demon time is different. To him, it’s only been a day. You can’t expect him to have achieved what you want in so short a time.”
“You have shown no interest in trying, no care for how your actions affect others, so I do not see why we should all waste what’s left of our precious time anymore. He is not immortal, you are right. He can only use what time I have given him. To you and to me, it is more than just hours. It is more than night and day. It is as though a lifetime has gone by. We are not like the humans. We know when we have met our destiny.”
You can’t let them kill him.
Angel looked from Riko to Delan. Were they in on this together? The uncertainty, the fear, the…regret in Delan’s eyes spoke to the fact that they likely weren’t, but… “Come on, Riko. You aren’t really going to kill him. You don’t ever kill anyone.”
“I don’t have to. There are enough who would be glad to see the human dead. You are coveted, little sister, especially since I forbid any of the demons to pursue you. They want you now more than ever.”
Was he serious? She looked over at Delan again. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth and one eye was puffier than the other. He didn’t look near as good right then as he had just a bit ago inside the bar. He was still damn close to irresistible, though.
You have to let me out. You have to trust me that we won’t get hurt.
“What was that?”
Angel looked at the ground, digging the toe of her boot into the gravel of the parking lot. “It’s nothing.”
“Is the angel talking?”
“No. I’m going back inside. There’s nothing for me to do out here.”
“No, Riko. I told you earlier that I wanted him gone.” She turned and walked away, not looking back, and she was almost to the door, almost safely behind the walls of the bar when Delan spoke.
Her voice was barely a whisper and she hoped that it didn’t carry across to him. “Yes.”
“Angel, please. Turn and talk to me, face me.”
“No, I can’t.”
You can’t, but we can. We have to try. You do not want Riko dead. You do not want to sacrifice all that life is just because you think Mother was miserable. You do not want Delan hurt.
If we let him die, we’ll never get to feel him inside again, never get to feel his mouth, his hands. And we’ll never know why he is different with us…
“You’ve got a point there.” That one thought had her turning back around. “Why can’t I hurt him, Riko? Why is he immune to my fire, my heat? Why does he want me so? Why does he crave me and how, out of everyone I have ever known, can he make me crave him?”
“I don’t know.”
“I thought all humans could feel it. I thought it could hurt all of them if I wished it, just like in the club earlier.”
“Yes, that has always been my understanding as well, but he is not demon.”
“Could he be…?”
“I would think that we’d know that, too, if he were.”
“Look, I hate to call attention to myself, given the beating I’ve already received, but do ya’ll think you could get on with it? Either kill me or don’t, but can you save the discussion until after—one way or the other?”
Brother and sister turned their heads in Delan’s direction. His eyes were wary as both took a step toward him, but as Riko stopped advancing, Angel continued until she was a breath away. She smiled slightly. “What do you want, Delan?”
She focused all her energy into the fingers that touched him, willing the burn marks to appear on his skin, but…nothing. His face appeared unscathed save for the bruises he already had. “No.”
“You. I want you.”
“Because you don’t want to die?”
“I’ve already told you after the first time it had nothing at all to do with living or dying or your brother’s demands.”
“Then why? You don’t know me. You don’t know the destruction I have caused, the pain I have dealt to others for no more than because I could.”
Delan reached for her, shaking off the hands that held him. Once free, he stalked her until she was pressed up against the front end of a car. She was trapped by the look in his eyes more so than by the arms that caged her against the metal hood, or the hard cock throbbing against the vee between her legs. “Let’s get something straight. My fucking you had nothing to do with your brother. He sent me, yes, and gave me an impossible task, and I could have kept on driving, never looking back, hoping to outrun him and his demons, but I didn’t. I did as he asked. Part of that is the soldier in me, part of it was sheer curiosity. But the minute I laid eyes on you, girl, I didn’t need your brother’s threat to kill me with his demon dick up my ass to motivate me.”
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