Lahat ng Kabanata ng Damned Straight to Heaven: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

NickChristian has me pinned to the ground – right in the middle of an afternoon sunbeam.His eyelids flutter, but there’s no sizzle, no flame, not even across the exposed, bare skin of his neck. “Stop fucking… trying to kill me,” he slurs, like he’s six shots deep in a bottle of absinthe. “Told you is… no use.” His grip on my arms releases though, and he collapses right on top of me. I wonder if he’s dead, despite the lack of combustion, no screams or visible pain.I roll him off me, but then I hear the heavy breaths. He’s still alive (or... undead at least), and that sound is not labored breathing. It’s the peaceful wheeze of someone deep in slumber.I have to finish him off while he’s out like this, vulnerable, but to do that, I need my weapons.I start to my feet, but while shoving him off me, I made a stupid mistake. I thrust him out of the fragile few sunbeams and back into full shade. His eyes snap open before I’ve even fully straightened. He fixes a hand around my ankle and ya

Nick“You’ll tell me why the fuck you’re in this city? How and why you plan to kill a priest? Why you got such a murder-boner against the church you claim to have fucking started?”Chris says nothing, motioning for me to keep talking, not with more questions, but to give him what he wants, what those eyes are digging away at me for.“You want my life story or some shit? You got enough to paint yourself the picture. You know my father was a piece of shit named Tony.” That’s hardly enough for him, so I force out a few more details. “A wife-beating piece of shit,” I clarify, “throwing hands with his kids while daring drag us to church every Sunday and talk about the importance of virtue and discipline. That’s my main role-model there.”“I’m sure you had others.”“Sure. The priest you want to off, Sicillio. Known him since I could walk. Taught me everything I know. Him and a guy named Louie, the only guy in my gang you ain’t fucking slaughtered yet.”“You’re still being awfully closed-off

ChristianI was watching Edmond, for longer and longer each day after he was assigned to his work detail. I would do my required daily readings out on the porch, just so I could look at him. Those broad shoulders, that bare back rippling with muscle... The sun did not inflame and redden his flesh as it would my own delicate complexion. He was a beautiful walnut brown, and oh, how he glistened: standing bathed in the sunlight and practically glowing. And when he would notice me watching, and lift his hand in simple wave, giving that white-toothed smile…I felt what I expect I was supposed to feel when my father sent those older women to my bedroom, or to bathe me, the ones I politely turned aside with offers to sit and pray together for a few hours instead. Some were relieved by that, some disappointed, but no matter how pretty they were, I knew they were my father’s possessions in truth. And on a deeper level, I knew there was something… sick about the pressured act. I arrogantly beli

NickChristian grabs my wrist and hauls me through the door of the nearest hotel suite. The cloud of feral, demonic bats with the heads and bare breasts of women start clawing at the other side of that portal in an instant. It’s already starting to splinter.“Where the fuck did they come from?” My first actual theory is that Christian summoned them somehow in order to cover his escape, so I can’t go tracking him to his next lair. But if that’s the case, why did he haul me in here? Why is he pacing like this is a serious problem and threat to him--? A tiny, clawed hand punches straight through the door, and I do not have time to fucking think about this. The first of the demons is already contorting its way through that opening. It doesn’t go for me. It goes for Christian. He dodges to the side and drives it face-first into the floor, shattering its skull. Though the undead body is still twitching, clawed hands reaching up toward the vampire glaring down at it in icy disdain. I yan

NickChristian may be calm for the moment, but I’m tense as a live wire. I cannot stay pinned face down with his lips (and teeth) resting in the crook of my neck and his crotch flush against my backside, not for one more minute. “Look, I gotta… I’m gonna try to turn around.”“Alright.” It’s more than a little difficult. He backs away as far as possible, but the second his back hits the wardrobe doors, I see the panic returning to his eyes. I pull him back up against me. “Fuck it. This was supposed to make us both more…” I swallow. “Comfortable.” He holds my eyes. There’s no crimson glow of hunger to his gaze, but there’s a different sort of craving burning clear for me to see. He rests his hands against my chest. “This is quite comforting,” he murmurs, “but…” His eyes drift down to my half-hard dick pushing up between his thighs, and he can’t seem to help his lurid grin. “It does not appear to be helping your problem.” I shift my weight, telling myself it’s a move away from him, d