by CJ Roberts
The next day, I followed Isaiah toward one of the great halls. Isaiah kept his distance with me now, although I could feel his eyes watching me. I didn’t know if it was lust in his eyes or maybe he planned to murder me.
There were already many angels milling inside the great hall. Some had human puppets with them like me. Some dragged their humans by chain collars. There was a strange energy in the air that I didn’t like. The angels were expecting something, their eyes bright and eager. I had no idea what caused them to be restless. What was happening?
Gabriel stood on the center of the stage. I recognized him from the flyers littered on the streets. He was their leader, the archangel of God. He was wearing a well-tailored white suit. He looked like any ordinary businessman apart from the white wings on his back.
“My brothers and sisters. I welcome you to today’s sermon,” Gabriel voiced out and immediately, the angels quieted as they shifted their attention to their leader.
“I called all of you today to bring light of the current events. Years ago, we came to Earth to purify this world. Humans are destroying this planet and we have to stop them before they destroy any more of God’s creations. These vermin only know how to destroy, how to kill. Evil is now stronger than ever and the devils are getting more powerful. We must eliminate this problem or there will be endless violence.”
The angels murmured in agreement and I fidgeted, my hands clasped tightly behind my back. I noticed the other humans standing were also moving restlessly, as if they knew that something bad was about to happen.
“We thought we could teach these vermin how to be civilized, but their humanity is already lost. Bring him to me.” Gabriel nodded to the right and someone dragged a bloodied human toward him. He was probably in mid-thirties, but it was hard to judge from his beard and torn clothes. His face was covered with bruises, his mouth still dripping with blood.
“This human, this so-called fragile human, tried to kill one of our kin. I realize now that we cannot teach them anything. They are already lost. They have no respect for God’s messengers and many no longer believed in God. Let us cleanse this world with their blood until they can sing no more, until their tainted souls are gone from this broken planet forever.”
It was chaos after that. The angels went on a frenzy as they screamed at the man with so much hatred. I wanted to laugh at them for being such hypocrites. It was okay for them to kill thousands of my people, but when a human tried to kill an angel, they went nuts? The angels swarmed toward the man and I heard his screams of agony. I heard sounds of ripping and bones crunching as they tore into him with their hands. When they finally stood and dispersed from the spot, I noticed the man was no longer there. There was only a dark pool of blood. The angels were covered in gore and they began to turn to the humans in the room.
It became a slaughterhouse. The humans tried to run, but they were immediately jumped by the angels. I saw an angel ripped open a man’s stomach and ate his intestine in front of him.
My feet moved backwards, trying to find a place to escape. Around me, blood was everywhere. Pieces of humans stuck to the angels’ bodies. I could only watch in horror, witnessing my own doom. I was going to die. It was only a matter of time.
A hand touched me and I screamed as I turned around, my heart jumped out of my throat. I looked at Caleb’s terrifying eyes, his hands gripping my shoulders so hard I knew I could break by his hands alone. He was going to kill me and there was nothing I could do about it. I closed my eyes, embracing my death. I didn’t want to witness it. I didn’t want to see the blood leaving my body, him licking my blood as if I was just food to him.
“Kitten, get a fucking grip!” He shook me and I blinked, startled. I looked at Caleb’s angry face, but at the same time his forehead was creased with worry.
“We need to get out of here now. Stay close to me.” He grabbed my wrist and dragged me through the throng of avenging angels. The world was going to turn into a massacre and I knew humans wouldn’t be able to outlive this. We were all going to die.
“Kitten, focus! Stick close to me,” Caleb hissed through his teeth.
I shook myself from my panic and looked at the angel in shock. Was Caleb…saving me? His wings were spread wide, cocooning me under his white feathers. They touched my cheeks, so soft I wanted to reach out and stroke them. I gripped his hand hard as I tried to keep up with his strides. I tried to ignore the dying screams of my people. They sound like slaughtered pigs.
Tears silently streamed down my cheeks. Why me? Why only me? Why was I the one who lived when the others were brutally murdered?
I walked in a daze as Caleb led me out of the building with his wings around me protectively. My ears still rang from the echoes of blood-curdling screams.
Why me?
When we were few blocks away from the building, Caleb scooped me up in his arms and lifted off to air.
About the Author
Aimi is an aspiring writer living under many identities. If she’s a supernatural creature, she’d be a vampire who feeds on emotions. She has a wicked tendency to break into people’s minds and paint their world with her universe.
She was born and raised in the United Kingdom and is currently twenty-two years old.
Aimi can be reached through her tumblr page: contrite-sinner.tumblr.com
Enlightened in the Dark
By Kyle Robin
Honorable Mention
CJ’s Thoughts: *Sob* Okay, you KNOW how much I love my Caleb and his angst seriously just guts me, probably because I feel it so keenly. You did an awesome job! This: “This was the world’s way of paying me back for my sins. Because of my actions and choices, my wife suffered at my hand and now my child.”
Pregnant. The word tumbled through my mind over and over for nine months. Now looking at my beautiful wife holding our precious daughter, I finally understood the meaning of family. Livvie was sitting on the couch our daughter securely in her arms, yet there were tears streaming down her cheek. Immediately I stood and went over to her side; it still killed me to see Livvie in pain after all the pain I had caused her. I brushed the hair away from her face and leaned down beside her. “Kitten, what’s the matter?”
Livvie glanced up, a stunning smile sliding across her lips. “Caleb, I’m just so happy. I finally have my family.” She leaned down and kissed our daughter’s forehead before lifting her to me. I stepped back. It’d been days and I still couldn’t touch her. There was a fear rooted deep inside that I would contaminate her with just a single touch.
Livvie sighed and brought Mabel back into her embrace. Her eyes lifted, meeting my own. Our precious daughter had been born with a congenital heart defect. When the doctors first told us, Livvie sobbed and I was petrified. I had felt the stabbing guilt eating my soul. This was the world’s way of paying me back for my sins. Because of my actions and choices, my wife suffered at my hand and now my child. Throughout the pregnancy, Livvie had told me it wasn’t my fault, time and time again. Near the end I finally started accepting it for her sake. When my eyes first landed on our daughter, the pain collided against my heart. I would always feel that guilt.
Later that evening, Livvie was in bed sleeping while I started cleaning and picking up. Chores and everyday functions were thrown off by the delivery. As I was leaning down to pick up a stuffed elephant I bought when Livvie first told me we were expecting, a shrill scream rang out through the house. My body froze. As the crying continued, I moved into action, not wanting Livvie to be disturbed.
The room was painted a light yellow. A dark mahogany changing table, crib, and rocking chair were set up inside the room three months ago. That day had been quite a headache. With both Livvie and I being stubborn, she finally stormed out the room. We had spent over two hours arguing about how to set up the nursery. With the silence, I was finally able to put the furniture together. Livvie returned and we compromised by setting Mabel’s room up together. After, we had passionate make up sex right on the nursery floor. Livvi
e glowed when she was pregnant; a part of me found her sexier and that dragged the beast out.
I pushed the door all the way open and stood in the doorway, staring at Mabel’s crying form. Timidly, I walked over to my daughter, her large brown eyes staring at me. I sucked in a deep breath and lifted her into my arms. “Shhh. Mommy’s sleeping. It’s okay, Daddy’s here.”
Mabel gripped my pointer finger as I settled into the rocking chair. My body sank in deeper and Mabel stopped crying as I began rocking back and forth. Together, my arms cradling her and the little finger I had helped create gripped on mine, we felt one another for the first time. My eyes drifted shut, the quiet creak of the rocking chair filling the room. I began to relive every moment that had brought me here. Still I wondered what I’d done to get so lucky.
“Awe.”
My head snapped up to see Livvie standing in the doorway. All she had on was a t-shirt of mine. She looked sexy as hell. Blood began to flow and I felt myself getting hard.
“I see she’s a Daddy’s girl already.”
As Livvie entered the room, my eyes slowly traced her long legs, her thick thighs…her sexy body that had held our child. Mabel was fast asleep, her little finger between her plump lips. Carefully, I stood bringing her back to bed.
The moment the door shut behind us, I attacked Livvie. Her back hit the wall and my hand wrapped around her hair, lifting her face. My tongue darted out, sucking on her earlobe and trailing down her neck. A moan escaped her throat as I lifted her into my arms. Later, I would make love to my wife. Later, I would take the time and cherish her like she deserved. Right now we were both sex-craved animals that needed a release.
Livvie didn’t make me ask; she knew from my teachings where to go. Her hands hit the mattress as her ass lifted into the air. I could see the thin black lace thong she was wearing, her juices already soaking the material. My hand reached out, ripping the thong and making a mental note to buy another.
“Caleb, please,” she groaned as my fingers slid into her opening.
“Please what, Kitten? Tell me what you want?”
Livvie sighed below me than raised her hand and began to rub her clit. “Fuck me. Take what has always been yours, Caleb.”
The desperation in her words sent me over the edge and I slammed hard into her. My fingers dug into her hips as we matched one another in rhythm. Shortly after, I felt her muscles tighten around my dick. She threw her head back, allowing me to grab hold of her hair. Her moans pushed me further, wanting to reach my own release. I pushed my right hand down on the small of her back, allowing my dick to hit her spot. With my left hand I pulled her back, kissing her like she was my last bit of oxygen. Together we rode into ecstasy, our moans swallowed down each other’s mouth.
We collapsed to the bed in bliss and exhaustion. “Kitten, I love you.”
Livvie looked into my eyes. “And Caleb I love you, I always have.” She gripped my hand. “You’re going to be a great father. You aren’t Caleb the monster, you’re Caleb my lover, and Mabel’s father.”
At the mention of her name, Mabel began to cry. My daughter, like her mother, was hungry for my attention. I lay back, putting my arm over my eyes.
“Would you want life any other way, Caleb?”
I lifted my arm, staring into Livvie’s eyes, and saw the bond we shared through love, but there was still fear. I rolled onto my side and bit her shoulder. “Never, Kitten. My family is all I need and want. You gave me my redemption.” I kissed Livvie on the forehead, then rolled out and walked away to get our daughter. The whole time I could feel Livvie’s eyes tracing my naked body. A chuckle escaped my throat, knowing in a few hours I’d be back inside the only home I knew.
About the Author
Kyle Robin is twenty-seven years old and lives in a small Georgia town with her soulmate. At the age of eight she won Reflections, a Writing Award for the county and has loved writing ever since. When she’s not writing she loves to read all genres. She is also addicted to being outside where she can take nature photos.
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Fiction Vixen Interview and Giveaway with Author CJ Roberts
September 18, 2012 By FV Jen
Fiction Vixen is pleased to welcome author CJ Roberts today.
Jen
First, let me say thank you for talking with us! And a huge THANK YOU for writing such gritty, amazing books. I am not ashamed to admit I couldn’t put them down until the very last page was turned.
CJ
Thank you for that! I think with “Captive in the Dark”, there were so many people who were ashamed to admit they liked the book. I had sold 10K copies and had less than 50 reviews CJ Roberts– LOL! I don’t know where the change in the tide came from, but I’m so happy it did. This has been ah-mazing.
Jen
Tell us a little about yourself first, please. Likes/Dislikes? Hobbies? Family?
CJ
Hmm, well – I’m probably one of the most contradictory people you will meet. Not in the sense that I change my opinions in deference to the company or situation I am in, but in the sense that I am shy and most people would say I’m an extrovert. Lately, some people think I am sweet or nice – but I would warn people about my sarcastic sense of humor. I will make a crude joke in a heartbeat! And I don’t give two craps if it makes people uncomfortable.
As for hobbies, I love karaoke and can never resist a power ballad. I enjoy going out on my scooter or my husband’s motorcycle. I read whenever possible, write when I must, and watch TV series, seasons at a time.
I just celebrated my third wedding anniversary. My only daughter started Kindergarten, and I have two cats who are trying to kill me – guess that’s fair – since I am trying to kill them right back!
Jen
Is writing your primary occupation?
CJ
It has been for about two glorious months. LOL! Believe it or not, for the last two years I’ve been a nanny.
Jen
I have heard things have gotten a bit crazy for recently! Tell about that and what it’s this been like.
CJ
It absolutely has! “Captive” was rejected over 20 times when I tried to get it published. I was a college educated veteran who couldn’t find a job answering phones. In summary – it was the suck.
I initially decided to self-publish because I stopped believing in myself, my story, or the merit of hard work, dedication, or dreams in general. But then…I got my first review. It was five stars! Then another, and another.
I have never believed in ‘Cinderella’ stories…not for me. Other people? Why not? But for me? No. My readers accuse me of ‘mindf**king’ them, but really, I’m the one who has been mindf**ked! My readers have made this cynic believe in fairytale endings. I NEVER thought that was possible.
I am proudly self-published now, because I understand it’s not shameful to not be traditionally published. The readers decide! And they put “Captive in the Dark” and “Seduced in the Dark” in the top 10 erotica titles on Amazon.
It’s a dream I never dared to dream – come true.
Jen
Let’s talk about The Dark Duet series. Where did you come up this idea?
CJ
Contradictory again – on the one hand, I am a person who craves adventure, dreams of getting in a bar fight, and loves all things smutty. On the other, I am terrified of the unfamiliar. In the service, I was stationed in Germany and arrived on a long weekend with no phone in a foreign country. Alone in my room and armed only with my laptop and no internet connectivity, I imagined being kidnapped. So I locked my door and started writing about it – with the lights on.
Jen
Was it hard to write something as dark as these books were?
CJ
No: I practically live in the dark, because as I said – I have anxiety issues, so it’s not difficult to come up with things to be afraid of. However, I’m not one for playing the
victim or the damsel, so I actually visualize doing terrible things to random strangers JUST IN CASE they want to mess with me. Turns out though – life does not operate under ‘prison rules’. You can’t go around punching the meanest looking person you see, just so the rest of the world will leave you the eff alone!
Yes: What IS hard for me, is painting my thoughts in such a way that someone who ISN’T me, or like me, can understand.
Jen
What I loved about these books was that in a market that has been saturated with erotic novels recently, Captive in the Dark and Seduced in the Dark stand out. These weren’t books about a tie me up and spank me couple. These two people were damaged, alone and in some crazy way needed each other. These books also made me consider things about myself that I have never really thought about. What was your goal when you sat down to write about Caleb and Livvie? What did you want the reader to take away from this story?
CJ
This question has many answers, but the simplest one is this: Exactly what you said. I wanted people to THINK, that’s all – THINK. Are we the sum of our ACTIONS and nothing more? Or does our EXPERIENCE make a difference? We want to see the world in black & white, liberal or conservative, right or wrong, paper or plastic…but our world, our lives, are not so simple. People need to do more thinking, so that more of what we say and do is about collaboration, expression, exchanging of ideas, and LESS about our pre-conceived notions.
