Dedicated to krishemmo 

X • Beau's POV • X

Self destruction has consumed who I am. My best efforts to hold up the temple that is my body, is caving in on me. How Angelo and Chris have managed to sustain their immortality so flawlessly, I don't know. Perhaps they're hiding it like I am. I don't see them having to cover themselves, cover their wounds, like I have.

My skin is beginning to rot, bones deteriorating, and blood running colder than ever. What could I expect when I lived with crooked morality for so long? I know doing a few weeks of good will not fix years, decades, centuries of selfish crimes. This sin decaying me has no chance of stopping. I've tried everything, yet every remedy and spell fails.

I knew I had to go out with a bang, there was no other option. I'm not waiting on this infection to whither me away. I'll end it before it takes my vanity. My eyes are portals into the future. I can see the fire of the phoenix and the decay of death. There is no stoping them. However, I believe with sacrifice, I can delay the inevitable. I can give the Coven a chance to live. To see their loved one at the alter, to see their children grow, and watch their dreams flourish.

All I want is to see Angelo happy. If giving him the ability to watch both his daughters grow and live means becoming a martyr myself, then so be it. I haven't told him of my visions or my breaking body. It's best he doesn't know. He'll find the truth in time. He always does.

Crimson liquid dripped down my frail face. The blood fell into the rusty sink under me, as I tried to breathe. I could sense him coming close to the shut door. My muscles tightened as I heard Angelo knock.

His sweet voice followed, "Baby, is everything alright?" He asked.

I wiped the blood from my mouth, forcing fake hope into my tone as I responded, "I'm fine. Just tired, a little slow tonight." I added a small laugh at the end to reassure him.

My nose luckily stopped bleeding and I cleaned any evidence just in time. The last of it circled the drain as he opened the bathroom door. I turned to Angelo, setting my hand on his hip.

"I told you, I'm fine." I smirked, following it with a kiss.

A beautiful smile crept on his lips. "If you say so. I just worry." He sighed.

"I know you do, but I'll let you know if I'm dying, okay?" I winked at him, causing him to giggle.

If there is a Heaven, or a God, Angelo is truly the most amazing thing the Lord has ever created. I could lose myself in his eyes, like a ship lost in the Sea of Monsters. Time melts when his body lays against mine. The second our lips meet, everything in the world is nonexistent to me.

Angelo walked over to the dresser to change into some nightwear. I leaned against the doorway of the bathroom to watch my Sweetheart. He pulled his hooded shirt off, tossing it to the corner of the room. His black hair fell over his back and shoulders perfectly. I took the open opportunity and walked up behind him.

As my arms snaked around his waist, I gave him a bit of a shock. "It's okay." I whispered, pecking his cheek. "It's just me."

Angelo relaxed into my embrace. He turned his face towards mine, giving me a deeper kiss. I smiled as bliss rushed through me. He looked straight forward. A mirror sat on top the dresser, reflecting our tired eyes back to us.

"How'd we end up here?" Angelo wistfully said.

"A lot of crooked turns on the path of life." I responded. I tightened my grip around him as I spoke words I have been hesitating. "I love you, Angelo."

Shock washed over his eyes. Whether it was good or bad, I couldn't quite tell. He turned to face me, letting me see his angel eyes up close. "I love you too." Angelo softly spoke, stealing a kiss from me afterwards.

So many years, I have waited for this moment. And now, now that it's arrived, I have reason for sacrifice. The hours are upon us.

X • Chris' POV • X

There was no question, it was time to end this. The Guardians have shown how little help they'll lend. This, is up to us. To save our friends, to prevent the humans from discovering us, to stop a tragic prophecy. It all rests on the shoulders of Kuza and Denis' gargoyles, the demons, the Fae Ring, the Kindle, the Skulk, and of course, the Coven.

After all that has happened, shame cast by their own kind, the angels have decided not to help. Many have joined them, for reasons such as fear, lack of hope, or a need to protect their species. They can cower all they want. At least, we tried. In the history books, you don't just remember great victories. You also remember great failures. However, you never hear of those who didn't even attempt noble acts. I'd rather be known for even an attempt, than be lost in the dust.

I tried to sleep through the night. After all, this could be my last night with my angel. Unfortunately a wondering mind wasn't the only thing keeping me up. The vampire poison kicked in during the night, and overtook Ricky's body. It was traumatic, to say the least. Not only for him, but for myself. I hated seeing him in pain, knowing there was nothing I could do about it. Once it was all over, we both were ecstatic.

Ricky was stronger than he's ever been. He had a sensual aura to him, that he's never had before. His skin turned almost white. He was practically porcelain, and I loved it. His eyes glowed red under the pale moonlight, and a new scent came off of him. It was as sweet as honey, and as sinful as fire. This angel was meant to be a vampire. He's transformed into a vixen, my vixen.

His body fit perfectly with mine, as if it was meant to be. We were the picture of harmony. Ricky sat in my lap, with his legs on the outsides of mine. I arched my back as my spine shook in response to the pleasure he provided me. While his lips and tongue traced along my neck, I grasped the headboard behind me to keep from grabbing onto him too powerfully.

Once one area of my neck was almost numb from his kisses, he moved onto the opposite side. Ricky gently nipped at my skin and I responded with a low sigh of relief. I took my non-dominant hand and traced my fingertips along the top of my left shoulder. "Here," I told him. "Bite me right here."

Ricky pulled his head up, leveling his eyes with mine. Though they were red from lust, flecks of blue still shined inside his irises. "Chris, I'm not going to drink from you. I don't want to hurt you." He softly said.

"You won't hurt me. That's why I'm showing you where to bite me." I responded. Ricky wasn't too happy with the idea of it. He let his ruby eyes drift away from mine, something that left me hallow in the moment. I relaxed my shoulders as I brought my right arm down from the headboard, further using it to grab his face lovingly. "You need to feed. It's important you drink within the first few hours of turing. Don't worry, you won't hurt me."

"I'm just..." He sighed and lowered his head. Ricky's hair tickled my skin as he nuzzled himself into the crook of my neck. "I'm scared. This is so foreign and I don't want to fuck anything up."

I ran my hands down his sides to sooth him. "Baby, you're literally sitting in the lap of the man that wrote the vampire handbook. I wouldn't mislead you or ever abandon you. I love you too much. Please, drink. If not for me, for the baby. She feeds off of your strength."

"I know." He muttered. Then, he continued to kiss the crook of my neck.

His lips continued down my icy skin, until he reached the spot I previously told him to bite. Ricky's breath dusted my shoulder as he hesitated. I understand, he's scared. He said it himself. I was just as timid and terrified when I was first turned. Back then, I had no one to tell me how to survive. My only companionship was just as lost as I was. I don't want my angel to go through the same pains.

I set my hand on his hip, applying some pressure to encourage him to continue. Ricky's new fangs lightly scratched my skin as he tried to force himself into this. Finally, he plunged his teeth into my flesh. It was just a small pinch, causing only a quick deep breath for me to get over. Ricky slowly drank my blood, being careful of how fast he went. He might not admit it, but he enjoyed this. A velvet moan seeped from his mouth as he got his fill. Naturally, his fangs began to retract when he had enough.

Ricky caught his breath upon pulling away. My rapid healing closed up his puncture marks almost immediately. Using my pointer finger, I directed his head to look up at me. The red now subsided from his eyes, and that gorgeous ocean had returned. He may look beautiful in a vampire's sin, but nothing can compare to the way his angelic grace shined.

I pressed my lips against his and licked up the excess blood on him. As we parted, I smirked at my angel. "I taste better than I thought." I joked.

He laughed, so sweetly. "You taste fantastic, but maybe I just think so because I love you so much."

"I'm sure I taste as rotten as I am. I don't think I aged gracefully." I snickered. Even if I was trying to present it humorously, it was more than a joke. "I've sinned so much. I must've done something good, to deserve you. To deserve, the gift of three amazing baby girls, a kingdom of loyal followers, friends whom would give their life for me. I've done well, and I can confidently say I've left a legacy. All those centuries, you're my favorite part of it all. The only certainty in life is, that life is uncertain. We have no idea what will happen tomorrow, but no matter what happens, I want you to know I love you more than anything in this world."

Ricky rested his hand on my cheek, as our faces remained so close, we were breathing the same air. Through a raspy voice, he spoke, "Chris-" Ricky paused, swallowing a lump in his throat. "Don't speak that way. Don't act like you could die tomorrow, because you can't. You can't leave me after we just got back together. I love you, okay? I love you, so you better not be a dumbass and get yourself killed tomorrow."

One of his tears fell onto my bare chest. I grabbed his hand, pulling it away from my face to hold. "I'll try my best to fight, for both of you." I said as I set my hand on his stomach. "Tonight could be our last night, though, Angel. I want to do something that I owe you, because all our time spent in the bedroom before was abusive and meaningless. I want to actually make love to you, tenderly and softly. The way you deserve it."

His response was to kiss me as compassionate as he could. I held back a shiver when his tears of love's pain fell onto my cheeks, running down my skin like a murder's blood. Tonight, as the winds created a song and the wolves howled outside, we cut ourselves open. Stripping ourselves down to the bone, we left nothing unsaid. Our emotions were left raw and powerful.

I held him at his ribcage, trying not to hold on too tightly. I didn't want to let go of my dear angel, but I didn't want to hurt him. The more I moved my hands back, he pushed his wings further behind himself. I continued exploring his body until I had my fingertips feeling along each feather. He shook them, fluttering rapidly for a moment.

Ricky smiled against my lips, biting on my bottom lip when I initially caused his wings to ruffle. It was his subtle way of telling me to stop touching them. Of course, being the Devil I was, I didn't stop. I placed one hand at his hip, and continued running the other over the top of one of his wings. He ruffled them once again, this time breaking our kiss.

"Stop, that tickles." He giggled.

Oh, Rick, you know better than to admit that. I evilly grinned, raising an eyebrow at him. "Really?" I questioned.

His smile fell in an instant. The look in his eyes became one of playful fear, as he knew very well what I was about to do. "Oh no, don't." Ricky muttered.

However, he was too late. Before the words even fully left his mouth, I grasped his hips and delicately tossed him off my lap. Ricky's satin laugh caused a smile to grow on my face, from ear to ear. I carefully got on top of him, being mindful of where I placed my weight. Running my hands down his bare torso, I started to tickle him until he couldn't control himself.

"S-S-St-o-o-p!" Ricky giggled wildly. He beamed as bright as a lighthouse as he weakly tried to push me away.

He was so beautiful when he smiled. I wish I could bring that smile out more, but these tough times seem to scare it off so often. I love this creature more than anyone will ever know, and I will always protect him with my life.

When it became clear to him that I wasn't going to stop without intervention, he decided to put an end to the tickle torture the best way he knew how to. Ricky reached up to my head, pulling my face down to his forcefully. He smashed his lips against mine, making me melt. I automatically stopped torturing him with tickles, and focused on making him feel as incredible as I could.

Already, we didn't have much for clothes. It was the middle of the night, and we both preferred to sleep in almost nothing. As I hovered over my sexy boyfriend with our lips working in harmony, I glided my hand down his chest until I reached his underwear. He brought his hands down from my shoulders until they were at my waistline.

We both were hungry for each other, longing for a touch we had yet to have in such a delicate manor. Obviously, with a child on the way, we've had sex before. It was much different though. That, was a rough screw out of spite for his lies. It was messy, rugged, a true hatefuck. However, it was anything but loving. I owe it to Ricky, to just at least once show him what it feels like to truly make love.

I slipped off his remaining clothing to reveal his body in it's entirety. Ricky pulled at my underwear's waistband, but fumbled when pleasure overtook him. I grasped his member, stoking him slowly. His moans were that of pure Heaven, as he broke our kiss to throw his head back. His will was frail when he attempted to grab hold of my chest.

To help further this along, I quickly stripped myself. It caused me to part from him briefly and gave him an opportunity to recompose himself. I wanted him to enjoy himself tonight. So, I focused on pleasuring myself instead of making him do it. He's always serving me. Tonight, I'd like to be all about him.

I reached into the nightstand next to the bed, finding a bottle of lube. We don't really have to worry about condoms at this point, now do we? His baby bump was absolutely adorable though. He was halfway through his pregnancy now. His swollen stomach was obvious, but it didn't detract from his beauty. I still found him just as sexy as ever.

Ricky's cheeks lit up when he realized I was staring at his nude figure. I softly kissed his lips, whispering, "You are so beautiful."

"Far from it." He murmured in response.

"Shhh." I told my angel. "You're the picture of perfection."

I kissed him deeply, to prevent arguing. As our tongues danced together, and our hearts matched rhythms, I rubbed myself with oil. I transferred some onto his entrance, causing his breaths to hitch out of surprise. Next, I carefully pushed a finger into him, following it with a second. Ricky groaned in pleasure, latching his hands around the back of my neck. I pulled my fingers from him, only to replace them with myself.

Our kiss shattered as I entered him. He brought himself closer to my chest and held onto me for dear life as I began to thrust in and out of him slowly. His moans became an amazing melody to me as they earned a pattern. Just like a drum to a voice, his body repeatedly shook along with his sounds of enjoyment. Ricky stretched his wings, then curled them over the both of us.

Having his wings hover over me like that, make me feel a sense of protection. It brought as closer, if that was possible at this point. I rested my left arm against the bed for balance, and began stroking him again with my right. It didn't take much more to push him over the edge.

"Fuck." Ricky gasped, following it with more moans that were borderline yelling.

Every muscle in his body trembled as he was met with a sweet release. Ricky let go of any control, filling the room with the most lovely sound there is. His orgasm was beautiful, like a symphony. I didn't bother with forcing myself to last for performance purposes. The knots tightened in my stomach, letting me know I was close. I fell into Ricky a little bit, burring my head in his neck. His sweet smell hit me all at once, causing me to finally groan in release.

So much stress was quickly relieved from my body as I filled his with my seed. Ricky didn't move, as he was worn out. I'm not even sure I could move. His sweaty skin against mine felt just right. I loved the sound of his heavy breaths, knowing I'm the one that stole away his composure.

He is mine, and only mine. Ricky is the most gorgeous, incredible creature I've ever met. I knew from the moment he fell in my life, he was someone extraordinary. I found love in his crystal eyes, and I will never let it go. Since he's turned fully, I've felt our connection grow deeper. I never knew it was possible to feel this intertwined with another soul. We're unbreakable. Now, that our bond is stronger than ever, I can say I'm ready to make my move. With my fallen angel at my side, I'm going to take this world back.

Every fire that burns, every river that runs, every storm that shakes the night, is all going to be mine again. No evil spirit will take what belongs to the creatures of this planet. If the humans dare get in our way, they better hope those prayers they sing meant more than words. I don't believe in higher power, I don't believe in fate, I don't believe things happen for a reason. Shit happens because of the decisions you fucking make. We've made mistakes, and we're going to correct them.