Fallon: Supernatural Bad Boys VII

Fallon- Past              “Kill them all, my monster. Make them pay!” My mother screeches out as she watches the carnage that I’m reaping around her. My next strike hits the demon’s back, adding to the maze of cuts decorating his body. You’d think that I would be horrified but what I have done, but I feel nothing but hate and hunger for more pain. My body radiates with power as I tear through every creature standing in my way. My rage feeds me, vibrating with the flow of blood pouring everywhere. My body shudders, but I remain standing.              This is who I am, a soulless creature who feeds off the souls of hateful and greedy creatures. The only emotions that I feel are greed, hate, rage and the need for more. I just want to make everything around me hurt, and that’s what the woman that created me

Bree              Oh my gosh, my date Angelo, is perfect. I mean, not only is he gorgeous, but he’s highly intelligent. As I gaze into his nearly translucent blue eyes, I have to take a couple of deep breaths. He’s above six feet with broad shoulders and golden skin. His chiseled jaw and high cheekbones are quite impressive. Yet, I can’t stop thinking that I wish his dark hair was longer, his skin was lighter, and his eyes were silver instead of blue.              Damn it! I have got to get it together.              Sadness instantly threatens to overwhelm me at that moment. Here I am with the perfect man, and all I can think about is Fallon.               I look i

Fallon              Wiping blood from my blade, I tuck my sword back into its sheath and gaze down at the bloody creature with satisfaction. For months these supernatural assassins have been coming out of the woodwork to kill me. Being the son of the devil has definite downsides. For one, Lucifer’s enemies will do anything to hurt him by hurting me. It’s no secret that despite some differences in fundamental opinions that he and I have, my father cares for me and respects him.              The night air stirs around me, followed by the smell of human waste and rubbish covering the dark alleyway stirring me from my thoughts. Pulling my jacket close, I shoot off a ball of power and burn my enemy’s remains until there are only ashes. His odd weapon remains on the ground, so I pick it up and tuck it into my jacket before I pr

Chapter 7: Choices made in the heat of the moment…Fallon              This is a terrible idea. I think to myself as I observe Bree settle into my guest bedroom. Her golden hair shines beneath the sunlight shining through the large windows, and her skin looks as smooth as honey.              Needing a moment, I settle her bag over the bed and head toward the door. “Go ahead and settle in. I’ll be in my office if you need me.”              Rushing out of the door, I don’t wait for her to respond. I don’t think I can handle listening to anything she has to say without fighting the urge to throw her across the bed and ravishing her.              Once I rea

Fallon              I’m in disbelief over what just occurred. It seemed that Bree wanted to say something, but something held her back. I try not to dwell on what she wanted to say, yet a small part of me wishes that she would have chosen to stay in my home. It would be torturous to have her close, but at least I’d get to see her. Even going in that direction with my train of thought is quite maddening, I know.              Within moments, I reach Mathias’ home. Mathias is one of the oldest Seraphim to live on earth. He’s also the head of the Supernatural Council. My hope is that the Council might have hunted or seen similar creatures in the city.              Mathias and some of his men await me as soon as I reach his apartment. I nod in greet