Behind the Mask

<HTML><PRE><FONT COLOR="#800080" SIZE=3>I would love it if you guys would make comments on this story! the characters are original, and i would love responses! theres a little bit of.. sexuality? in this, and in the next part yaoi, so be warned! ^^

Behind the Mask

The night sky shone with jeweled stars, the moon enveloping all with its gentle rays, 'a night for lovers,' Yasha mused, stretching in the sparse shadows, making himself comfortable as he waited for his love. A gentle breeze caressed his face, and he looked up, his breath became harsh in chest as he caught sight of the creature of beauty coming towards him. "Angel.". he whispered.
Ailsades looked down demurely from Yasha's love and passion filled gaze that blazed like twin fires from the shadows. His intensity never failed to frighten and yet fascinate her. Seeming to float about the ground she came to the edge of the shadows. Yasha sat tense and filled his eyes of her. With red hair cascading down her back, blue eyes that outdid the sky, a modest gown that somehow clung to all the right spots, and her magnificent wings, that framed her delicate figure, Ailsades was the epitomy of everything that was beautiful and good.
She became nervous under Yasha's hard scrutiny, "Yasha, do you still want me?" she whispered. She licked her lips nervously, innocently, the act only making Yasha hard with desire. Getting up, he took a wide step and gathered her fiercely, possessivly in his arms.
"My brave little Angel," he murmured and kissed those full lips.
Ailsades gave in to her demon lover, sighing in relief. "Yasha, tell me you love me? Tell me you'll only be with me forever." her tone shook with intensity, she caressed his cheek.
Yasha blinked in surprise at the question, "I would give up my immortality for you angel, I would die for you Ailsades." he reached for her.
"Yes Yasha, tell me that I will be the only one you love from now and forever." Ailsades said firmly. Yasha smiled, these were promises that even he could keep, anything for her. "I promise Ailsades, by my word and blood." Biting his lip he leaned down and gently nipped hers, there blood mingling to seal his promise to her. Sighing, Yasha gave herself to him

"WHORE!" Demia fumed. She stared at the figure of Yasha, and that angel slut that Yasha had scorned her for. Staring at Yasha however Demia could barely contain herself from running from the bushes and beating the shit out of him or making mad love to him and who knows what evil torments to kill the angel bitch?
Yasha was her demon.. Hers alone. With black hair and amber eyes that blazed with intensity, fine pale skin that shone against the darkness, and oh his passion! Yasha had entranced Demia from the first time she saw him. They had become lovers of sorts, but then lately Yasha had been distant in there love, had been leaving there domain for short periods of time, coming back so happy that Demia would sadistically take pleasure from him, to wipe that damn grin off his face. To a demon the only thing that mattered was sex and pain in their relationships, the perfect sadists. Never love. Well, not conventional love. Seems that Yasha's uniqueness was a fatal flaw, Demons never love.
'And so this is what he had been doing all those nights he was away.' Love between demons and angels was forbidden, it was thought to be almost impossible, anyone that was caught in the act was exterminated. This had only happened once in Demia's lifetime a demon and an angel sharing love. And she had existed from the beginning of time.
'Shit!' she thought. Staring at the two lovers, waiting for the chance of her retribution, for a chance to rip Yasha away from that bitches touch.

Yasha and Ailsades were oblivious to everything but each other. "No Ailsades, not here, I want the first time between us to be perfect." Yasha smiled as he gently pulled her away from him. Ailsades barely suppressed a sigh, "When?" she murmured.
"Soon, angel." Yasha smiled at her frown, and reached out to smooth out the crease on her forehead when a crash came from the bushes.

"Tsk tsk Yasha, you little slut, who's your friend over there?" Demia stalked from the bushes, her fury palpable in its intensity.
"Demia! What the fuck do you want? How the fuck did you get here?" Yasha growled, placing his body in front of Ailsades to protect her, trying to hide his fear of being found.
Demia only licked his lips obscenely, waving her hips suggestively "What I want, is you." She advanced, the cruel blade behind her back going unnoticed by Yasha, but not to Ailsades, she tugged on his sleeve, whimpering in an attempt to draw Yasha's attention. Yasha only remained staring at his former lover their gazes locked.
Demia rushed wildly into Yasha, catching him off gaurd as she hurled lightening from his fingertips, paralyzing Yasha. "How, cute." she drawled as she caught Ailsades face in her hands cruelly. Ailsades flinched and attempted to shrink back. "uh uh." Demia whispered and drawing out a dagger she plunged it into Ailsades' breast. Ailsades stared at wonder at the hilt protruding from her breast, and crumpled to the soft earth, that now greedily sucked up her pouring blood.
"AILSAADES!!!" Yasha screamed struggling in vain to get his body to obey him.
"Yasha..." she whispered, reaching out for him.
"Damn it no!NO!" Yasha could only move his mouth, all other muscles in his body wouldnt respond. Demia reached down and jerked the dagger from the angel, licking the dagger clean. She advanced towards Yasha and tenderly reached down to caress his face. With tears streaming down his cheeks Yasha could not resist the demons touch, he closed his eyes.
The last sight Ailsades saw was the demon taking her Yasha.
"Oh God, let me return....let me return to.." darkness took her.

Guess who comes back? Hmm

20th Century
Yasha leaned back against the wall, glaring menacingly at the masked face that stared at him., and comming from demon it was very intimidating! However, somehow this man also attracted him. Very much. The tall man leaned against the wall casually, his slender figure enclosed in a tight, lewd, outfit of black velvet and red satin. his mask resembled one of those harlequin dolls, only the tiny painted smile looked grotesque with its wide mocking smile, and chrystal tears ran down one eye. Red hair flowed to cover one side of his face and blue eyes gazing intensely at Yasha, the demon got up to escape the gaze once again. But so far, no matter where he went that person followed him, 'what the hell does he want?' Yasha muttered.
He walked to the garden... The man in the mask followed...

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