Blood of the Lamb

His shadow rippled faintly, growing darker, though one rarely payed enough attention to their own shadow to notice such things, and anyhow, it was too late. They were close enough, a few more steps and the scent of the unicorn would be clear enough that Arith could find him either way.
 
The angel opened another thick door that sauealed loudly as the metal bolts dragged over cement. And inside, on a wooden flat with a thin mattress, a heavy cuff around his ankle and a few foot lobg chain linking it to the floor... Was Felicity. Bruised and dirty, his glow dull and his eyes hollow looking. He wasn't scrawny yet but he was hurt, and he didnt move when he heard the angel come in and taunt him again.

"Got you some smaller cuffs to keep you contained. Wont have you trying to escape again and go back to that filthy vampire."

Felicity made a small sound but itherwise showed no signs of awareness towards what was going on. He had retreated into his mind. It hurt less that way. And he had all but lost hope of rescue.​
 
The figure that rose up from the angel's shadow was pitch black, enormous wings blocking out the light as they extended on either side. Eyes flashing, claws coming to wrap around the male's neck. "Who's filthy, now?" he purred out, and his claws dug into the angel's windpipe. Whether or not it would kill him was yet to be seen, but it would be really, really painful, that was for sure.
 
He choked on air as he tried to suck in breaths, unabke to breath with his windpipe being crushed and torn up. It wouldnt kill him so soon. It would take more than that. But he shoved his eings into Arith to push him away and scrambked off to the other side if the room, bleeding at the throat and spitting up blood. He was crippled now, but he could still fight. Glancing at Felicity and wondering if he could use the unicorn as leverage... Maye if he was quick enough... Speaking of Felicityn the little unicorn wearily looked over his shoukder through cloduy eyes and there was a flash of recognition at the sight if Arith, but he soon collaosed again.​
 
Arith licked blood from his claws, the shadows wrapped around him melting away to reveal his usual pale skin, though the clothes and wings were still black and his hair dark as ever. "Hm, you don't taste good," he said dryly, melting into the floor and rising up again in front of Felicity, this time from the unicorn's shadow. "Don't even think about it birdbrain. You're long since signed on your own death warrant."
 
Felicity tried to get up, he really did. But he was starved and weak amd his magic was dormant again. So he collapsed with a soft whine and instead settled for dragging himself over to Arith. Seeking his comfirt even if he looked terrifying right now. The angel made a frustrated noise and paced a little, looking for a weak point. And then he saw it. He recalled having crushed Feliciry against a wall at some point, and fracturing his horn but not breaking it. So he unholstered a concealed gun from his hip and fired enough bullets that even Arith wouldnt be able to prevent one from spearing straight through Felicity's horn. Snapping it clean off at the base. Leavinf nothing there but a jagged stump of bone. Which made the little unicorn faint on the spot.

"Have him then. You're disgusting, both of you."

With that the angel then attempted to escape.​
 
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Arith snarled. He wouldn't let the male go, at least not in one piece. His shadows whipped out, writhing like they had a mind of their own. They wrapped around one of the angel's rotting wings, and they ripped the limb away from him. He might be able to run then, if he wasn't too crippled by pain to do so.
 
The angel let out a pricing wail of pain and fell to his knees but quickly scrambled to get back up. A coward he was indewd. Gushing more black mottled blood from his back he tried to get out but only managed to make it oast the doir before he collapsed, writhing in pain and trying to stop the bleeding. Other wing sagging and decrepit. He shouted all manner of curses at Arith and Felicity from where he was. As if that woukd do anything to a creature of such darkness.​
 
Arith ignored him, letting his shadow detach completely from his body and swarm over the male, muffling the screams that would soon arise. He knelt down in front of Felicity, wings half-folding, and reached out with a frown to touch the broken off horn. "Tch." He unchained him, picked up the broken pieces and tucked them in his pocket before picking up the boy. Only when silence came from the doorway did his shadow slink back and he sank into it, emerging back at the summer mansion, where he set Felicity on the bed.
 
The screams came. And they went sooner rather than layer. He died quickly. And little was left of him if anything at all. Absorbed into the shadow. Felicity would not stir for hours. If not a whole day. He woukd sleep whike his body processed the loss of his horn, and his magic receded further until it could not be accessed. But at dawn the next day he would wake, apparently unaware as of yet that his horn was broken.​
 
Felicity would find himself in the familiar bed, washed and dressed in one of Arith's shirts. The male sitting by the window and reading as he often was. As though the last week was only a dream. "Good morning little one," he said calmly without looking up from his book. "How do you feel?"
 
He felt tired. And he said as much when asked. But then he recalled the events of the past week or so. Everything the angel had done to him. And suddenly, despute being clean. He felt disgusting. He wanted Arith and nobody else. But bad things had happened in that bunker. Things he would rather forget. But the memories remained. And he lookes at Arith, life returning to his eyes as he looked at the vampire. Seeiming as though nothing had ever happened...​
 
Arith looked up finally and he beckoned the male over with a small smile, and there was sadness in his eyes. Things weren't the same. Felicity could tell by that look. But he liked his quiet world with it's little routines so he wanted to ask like it was.
 
He got off the bed on unsteady legs and managed his way over to Arith. Seeing thesadness in the males eyes he asked what was wrong. But he had a churning,feeling in his gut. And a startling suspicion so he sort of ran from the room and outside to the grass and dirt. Trying to summon up his magic and finding,himself unable to. Shaky hands reached,up to the top of his head, and he felt the jagged stump where his horn had been. He quivered all over and broke into tears of anguish st the loss of something so inportant to him. He,curled up in the grass, feeling like so much less without his horn.​
 
Arith hurried out after him, and he reached down to pick the male up, cradling him close. "There there, it's alright little one," he murmured, carrying him back inside. Out of the bright sunlight that stung his skin and made it smoke slightly. He had called too much on his darkness the day before.
 
He wept miserably and clung to Arith. Losing ones magic was a tragedy. But it haopened from,time to time. It just had never happened to Felicity and he wasn't sure hoe to cope with the loss of his quite pretty horn. He shuddered and shook with sobs, but he was ever pretty when he cried. Unlike humans. He cried quietly and wouldnt look at Arith but still clung to him. And he began,to so,der if Arith woukd send him away. Surely he was ugly and usleess now. Doubt was such a potent thing in young minds..,​
 
Arith sighed and set him down on the edge of the tub, wetting a cloth to wipe the tears away. "Stop all this fuss now," he said in his usual brisk but oddly gentle way. "You're still pretty enough, and the edges are smoothing out already, so it will probably grow back after a while."
 
He looked at Arith through big sad eyes. And he just couldnt meet the vampires gaze. So he looked away and sat meekly on the side of the tub. He looked so sad aitting there. And it would take a few days for him to cheer up. Possibly a week or two for his horn to grow back. He didn't understand why Arith woukd possibly want him for anything but blood now. He wouldnt be much good for anything. Or any use as a companion for a breif time... So why?​
 
He frowned a bit, looking at him. "Hm, you're still sulking," he sad, seeming a bit put out and not sure what to do about it. How could he make the boy cheer up and stop looking so glum? He liked it when his unicorn was bouncy and irritatng rather than quiet and sad.
 
Suddenly he staryed to break down again because of what he was thinking. And then he spoke. Tripping over his words and whimpering as he said them.

"You... You can ssssend me.. A-away. If y-you... You want t.... Too."

He really did think that Arith,wouldn't want him after all the he had been through. After the way he had been touched and soiled by that rotten angel. With all his bruises and scraped. He certainly wasnt pretty right now.​
 
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