A Memory Of Love (Closed)

[The_reluctant_wordsmith]

Adrac Zurithel, former commander of the fifth legion of the seraphim of heaven looked out over the city he now called home. He had moved here recently, never liking to stay in one place for more than 50 years or so, people started asking questions after that. The city was definitely one of the better ones he had seen, the skyscrapers here and there obscured the view of the setting sun but moved into greener areas as it spread out. Adrac had lost count of the years he had spent on earth but the memory of why he had fallen burned in his mind like the fire that had turned his wings black. In the 17th century, when Adrac was human, he had fallen in love with a girl, her beauty like sun through a forest glade, she had been everything he could have ever hoped and dreamed for and they were happy beyond compare. After they were married Adrac was called away to battle in the king’s army and was killed on the field of battle.

When he reached heaven he was recognized for his prowess in battle and rose to the rank of commander. He would often watch over his love, feeling her pain at his loss tempered by his happiness as he watched her continue her life holding him in her memory, then they had come. There were 10 of them, soldiers that ransacked their residence and put it to the torch. Adrac could only watch as they murdered her without remorse or mercy, laughing as the blood spilled from her stomach, Adrac felt nothing but rage. Taking up his sword he hunted each one down until the last fell screaming to his burning blade, thus he had been stripped of his mantle and cast to earth in fire and pain to walk among mortals once again watching the centuries turn.

Adrac sat atop the edge the high rise building that housed his apartment, his human form was as it had been when he had first died, he stood 6 foot 2 and had the physique of a hardened soldier, a small scar sat on his left eyebrow, a reminder of his humanity previous to his death. He could not remember his name before he had died and now only had the name he had been given during his ascent to heaven. His jet black hair was cut short and his eyes were an amber brown that sometimes glowed with a supernatural light. Like all fallen he felt at peace at great heights, looking below at the mortals that ran to and fro searching for meaning and trying so hard to find meaning in their busy lives. He frowned and sighed, he wished he could find someone to care about in amongst these people but every relationship he attempted was void of feeling and was based purely on lust.

He stood and took one last look at the city before he put on his suit jacket and headed down the stairs. He quickly went into his apartment to check his appearance, Adrac had died at the age of 28 and his body and face reflected this. He wore dark jeans and black shoes with a collared white shirt, satisfied with his appearance he headed down the stairs and emerged on the street. He took a quick look around, it was a quiet night, not too much in the way of human traffic, not that he spent much time paying attention to them, immortality had given a large amount of indifference when it came to the human race. He made his way down the street towards a club owned by a fellow fallen he had met a few decades ago, the city humming with the beginning of weekend nightlife.

 

[slut_in_white]

Amilee was an unusual name. According to her mother, it had been a family name, given to the first girl in each generation for time immemorial. Still, despite it's simplicity, people managed to mispronounce it simply because it was odd, and she was forever correcting them.

"Amelia?" the man asked, practically shouting in her ear. Amilee winced, rolling her blue eyes. Jesus. It was loud in the club, but it wasn't that loud. She'd pegged him for drunk the moment he sauntered over, but maybe she'd just underestimated how drunk he was.

"Never mind," she answered, waving her hand at him and walking away.

The man, who hadn't yet given his name, made an incomprehensible noise of confusion and annoyance, and followed. "Hey! Hey Amelia, wait up babay!"

Amilee smoothed the dark red dress she was wearing with her palms and kept walking.

"Hey!" The man started moving at a jog to catch up to her, and caught her as she was about to walk down the hallway into another part of the club. He grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her so that her back was against the wall. His hands came out to press against the wall on either side of her, effectively trapping her there. "Come on, what did I do wrong?"

Amilee rolled her eyes again, this time glaring at him. "Nothing. I just don't want to talk to you anymore. Now get out of my way."

The man leaned closer. "Awww come on, don't be like that baby." He smell of cheap alcohol, and Amilee grimaced.

She could be quite fiery, and she wasn't really the type to take shit from a man like this, but she was also short and petite, almost fragile-looking, like a bird. Beautiful and graceful, but not built for power. There wasn't much she could do to force him to move away from her, short of real violence. And that felt somewhat inappropriate to the situation. "Don't call me baby, and get the hell out of my face. You stink, you're drunk, and you don't know what rejection is. Go away."

The man's expression twisted into an ugly scowl. "Hey! Bitch! I tried to buy you a drink and this is what I get?! You owe me!" His hand slipped off the wall and suddenly it was groping at her breast.

Amilee yelped and tried to pull away, but with the wall at her back, there was nowhere to go. "Asshole!" she shouted, slapping his hand away. "Don't touch me!"

 

[The_reluctant_wordsmith]

Adrac nodded to the bouncer and walked into the club, the music pumping loud and hard as he made his way towards the bar to grab a drink. He looked around the club, he came here often and knew it was split into 2 large areas each with their bar and dancefloor. However there was only a DJ in the first area and in the second the dancefloor was much smaller and the music quieter to allow conversation. Each area was connected by 2 hallways running from each room with a door at the end of each, Adrac looked around at the slowly growing crowd of people sipping his drink before heading towards the 2nd room.

The hallway was dimly lit but it was early in the night so was devoid of the usual traffic, he noticed a commotion at the end of the hallway near the double doors and walked towards it. A girl was being groped up by what looked like a drunken creep, it was hard to make out her features in the darkness but she was clearly in distress, slapping the man’s hand away as he made his advances. He almost walked past then sighed, thinking of his past love, he could imagine her disapproval at walking by. Adrac came up close to the couple and tapped the man on the shoulder, the man turned his head around, suddenly bewildered that anyone was approaching him. He opened his mouth then had to tip his head upwards slightly to look at Adrac's face, still managing to appear intimidating.

“Fuck off man can’t you see I’m busy?” He yelled and tried to shove Adrac backwards only to find him unmovable, he winced a bit with pain, no doubt it was like trying to shove a mountain.

Adrac ignored him and looked over to the girl, he squinted in the darkness, he couldn’t make out her face but something about her seemed incredibly familiar.

“Excuse me is this man bothering you?” The music was slightly quieter here but he still had to add some colume to his voice to be heard. She opened her mouth but was cut off by the drunk man.

“Look fucker I've had enough of you I'm trying to get into this chick’s pants, quit cockblocking me!”

Adrac’s eyebrows furrowed, this guy was really starting to piss him off, he grabbed the man by the front of his shirt and lifted him off the ground slightly, he turned to the girl.

“I’ll be back in a second, don’t go anywhere.”

He flashed a smile at her and walked to the opposite wall slamming the man up against it. He looked him and his eyes started to glow then blaze, the man looked confused then his eyes widened as Adrac's mind pressed on his and he struggled to get free. Adrac smiled and put him down watching him run back into the throng of dancing people, he turned and walked back to the girl offering his arm.

 

[slut_in_white]

Amilee was tempted to slap the drunk man as he began shouting at the newcomer about how he was going to get into her pants, but, once the newcomer lifted him clear off the ground by his shirt, she felt rather like that would be adding insult to injury, and thus completely unnecessary.

Through most of the exchange, she hadn't paid much attention to the new man, instead keeping her eyes on the drunk in case he tried to grope her again. But once the drunk went scampering off, back into the crowd, she finally turned her attention to her rescuer, smiling slightly when she realized he was holding his arm out to her, like some ancient gentleman.

She raked her fingers through her long, black hair, studying him. He was tall, built strong, and ruggedly handsome. He looked like he might have been maybe a few years older than she was, though there was something about his eyes that made him look ageless in some way. The scar on his brow drew a moment of curiosity - apparently he'd earned that quiet, strong confidence by taking a few hits of his own.

Amilee smiled, an expression of amusement with a touch of self-deprecation. "That's why I don't come to bars very often," she lamented, shaking her head. "Thank you for coming to help me. My name is Amilee, by the way."

 

[The_reluctant_wordsmith]

He was about to reply when he heard her name, Amilee, he froze for a second his face turning to one of confusion. That was her name, his first love, the girl he married. He shook it off It was impossible, she was dead, he had watched her die centuries ago. He felt her arm in his and blinked then smiled regaining his confidence.

“Let’s go somewhere a little more quiet.”

He led her through the double doors into the more brightly lit lounge area leading her to an empty couch near the bar and away from the dancefloor. He turned to her and saw her face in the light, his eyes widened slightly; it was her.

Old memories flashed through his mind at a million miles and hour as she sat down; the first time they had met, their first kiss, the feeling of her body against his as they made love. He dragged his mind back to reality and sat down next to her staring at her face and body, it was unreal. Every curve of her petite frame and contour of her face was as he had remembered it. It took everything he had not to give in to the overwhelming urge to grab her and kiss her right then and there but he managed to keep his calm.

“Sorry, It’s hard to talk in there and I would really love to listen to your voice, did you say your name is Amilee? My name is Adrac.”

He pronounced her name flawlessly as she had been his strongest memory over the centuries, he longed to listen to her voice and see her smile again. He felt more alive than ever as he held out his hand. He wished he could remember his name before his ascension but his angelic name would have to do.

 

[slut_in_white]

Amilee had to blush at the way he was looking at her as he led her over to her to the lounge. It was as though he'd seen a ghost, and yet, it wasn't fear so much as longing. There was a story behind that look. Maybe she'd ask sometime, but it seemed like the sort of thing that would come later.

She nodded. "Yes, Amilee," she confirmed, smiling. "Adrac..." she repeated slowly, trying the word out on her tongue. "It's a lovely name. Very unusual. I like it." She licked her lips, then said it again, "Adrac." It really was beautiful.

She studied him once they sat down, much more able to see his face now that they were in a slightly-brighter lounge. He was a beautiful man, but somehow, he seemed out of place here. So was she, to be honest. The club scene wasn't usually something she did, or saw all that much value in. Her passions tended more towards the intellectual. Still, she couldn't find it in her heart to regret coming out tonight, despite having been dragged reluctantly by her friends. Not when the luck of simply being in the right place at the right time meant meeting him. "So, what brings a man like you to a place like this on a night like tonight?"

 

[The_reluctant_wordsmith]

He licked his lips as he listened to her, hanging on her every word. It was obvious that she didn’t remember him at all, he blinked, of course she wouldn’t. She wasn’t Amilee, his Amilee had been murdered yet here she was alive and well. Her strong melodious voice washing over him as she asked him his reasons for coming out. He smiled, he couldn’t help himself.

“Well I usually come here to get out of my house, it’s just me myself and I in there. You…”

He paused, such was her likeness he had begun talking as if they were back together once more. He had to maintain control, his need to have hold her was overwhelming.

“A friend once told me I should get out amongst the people more often, I’m not much of a social person, I would rather spend some time reading or enjoying the sights and sounds from the top of my apartment building. I am, however much more interested in you my lady, you said bars aren’t your kind of thing? perhaps the theatre or an evening by the fireside would suit you better?”

His voice was low and smooth as he moved closer. No matter what happened tonight he had to make sure she came home with him, his need for her was overpowering.

 

[slut_in_white]

Amilee laughed, averting her eyes and blushing when he asked about her. Who used the term "my lady" anymore? It would have made most guys sound desperate or silly, but Adrac... There was something about him that made him sound sincere, and his accent made it sound like he might have been from a time when that was simply how you spoke to a woman. Which was ridiculous, of course. Still, it sounded romantic.

She lifted her gaze to his and realized he'd leaned closer to her. She licked her lips quickly, her gaze darting to his lips for a moment, and she was struck by the insane urge to kiss him.

"The... the theatre sounds nice. As does a night by the fire, actually," she voice had grown slightly hoarse with desire. This was... unusual for her, to say the least. She made a point of not going home with a man just after meeting him - not that she had an ethical issue with women who did, exactly, but rather that she'd had a friend for whom doing so went... badly. She simply preferred to protect herself. Besides, it was a rare man who actually made her want to jump straight into bed with him to begin with. Tonight was the first she could remember where she was so sorely tempted, and she'd barely spoken more than a few dozen words to him.

She tore her gaze from his, trying to catch her breath, and looked out over the crowds of people. "I dislike all the noise and the crush of people. I like spending time with others, I just prefer to do so somewhere where it's possible to hold a conversation without shouting," she answered, smiling at him.

 

[The_reluctant_wordsmith]

He listened as she answered, her voice low and nervous, he could sense her desire, feel it through her eyes as they stared into his. She turned away and his eyes were drawn to her chest, those breasts he had held in his hands and in his mouth many times. He drew his attention back to her face as she looked elsewhere while still addressing him telling him how he preferred to spend time with others in much more quiet circumstances, turning back to smile at him, trying to avoid his eyes.

Seeing his chance he took her hand in his and kissed the back of it, his eyes glowing slightly betraying his hunger for her as he lifted his head back up to hers and spoke.

“I am sure my home would be much more suited to your tastes if it somewhere much more private you seek.”

Racking his brains he found the the first words he had spoken to Amilee the first time they had met centuries ago, he didn’t know what kind of effect they would have and at this point he doubted her likeness was a coincidence, there had to be a reason, the similarity was flawless.

“Forgive my rudeness but you are by far the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, you make everyone in this room disappear when my eyes fall to your face.”

 

[slut_in_white]

Amilee's gaz snapped back to Adrac's when he took her hand, and she gasped softly when he lifted it to his lips.

She wasn't a virgin. She wasn't particularly inclined to sleep around with many men, but she wasn't a virgin, either. And yet, despite having experienced what she thought were the joys of sex, even once with a man she had professed to love, none of it held a candle to the way his lips felt on her knuckles. Her fingers twitched in his hand and she blushed, a tingling heat rolling up her arm to settle in her chest.

How was this possible? She had to be going insane. There was no way this man could make her feel like this with such a simple touch.

Her gaze reflect his hunger back at him as he lifted his eyes to hers and invited her back to his home. Oh god, she wanted to! She opened her mouth, ready to say yes, when a bolt of fear ran through her, at the memory of her broken friend flashed before her eyes. No, her rules were in place for a reason. If Adrac wanted her as much as he seemed to, they could go out on a proper date, and then she'd go home with him. He'd wait... Right? Now there were two fears warring in her mind - the fear of ending up like her friend, and the fear of Adrac rejecting her because she wouldn't go home with him tonight. She was struck by the feeling that she might regret that forever.

Before she could respond, however, he continued, offering her the most poetic compliment she'd ever heard in her life. A soft blush rose on her cheeks again, and she felt her resistance cracking. Surely she could risk this one night, couldn't she?

"Rude really isn't the word I would use," she responded, subconsciously leaning toward him again. She hadn't even properly realized what she was doing until it was too late, until her lips were easing carefully over his.

She seemed to have surprised him, because he didn't move for a moment, and she jerked back before he got a chance to respond, gasping. "I-I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me..."

 

[The_reluctant_wordsmith]

His words made the colour rise in her cheeks and she moved closer, his eyes darted across hers then to her lips and before he knew it her lips found his. The contact jolted through him like electricity freezing him to the spot, he could himself starting to lose control of reality and his mind was thrown back to the time when he and Amilee were together. He vaguely felt her lips leave his and he opened his eyes to find her apologising, for a moment he saw her in a dress, her hair pinned up and the necklace he had bought her around her neck.

He blinked and the dress and necklace disappeared, she returned to her normal time. He took a deep breath and his hands slipped behind her neck, his lips finding hers again, his other arm snaked around her waist pulling her towards him. He held he kiss for what seemed like an eternity then pulled away his hand staying on the back of her neck. He felt some kind of force pulling him towards her and he could not resist it, instead he gave in to it.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Gripping her hand he pulled her up and and through the hallway and out the door to the crowded dance hall area. The music thundered in his ears as he cut a swathe through the crowd and onwards to the door, finally he made it out and into the cold night air. He turned and pulled her towards him kissing her again holding her close, the feeling of her body against his making him growl with the need to feel her skin against his.

 

[slut_in_white]

Amilee hadn't even finished her apology when Adrac pulled her into his arms and kissed her all over again. She'd thought she was leading him on my kissing him like this without intending to go home with him, but once his lips found hers again, all thought of how wrong it was fled her mind.

Before she quite realized what was happening, he was pulling her out of the club after him, and then he had her in his arms again, kissing her outside, while she clung to him out of intense desire and because he was a source of warmth against the cool evening air. That's why it was so hard to pull away, to tell him she couldn't go home with him.

Tearing her lips from his, she stumbled backwards a few steps, and had to put out her hand to keep him from closing the distance between them again. If he touched her again, she was afraid she might forget why she couldn't go home with him in the first place.

"I'm sorry, Adrac, I..." She choked, that fear of rejection rearing up in her again. "I can't go home with you. I really, really want to. But I don't... I don't go home with men I've just met. I have rules." She looked up at him, chewing her lip anxiously. "I can... I can give you my number, and if you want, maybe we could go out together some time, get to know each other better..."

 

[The_reluctant_wordsmith]

He was surprised when she pulled away, he had felt her need, her hands against his back pulling him towards her. Yet here she stood her hand outstretched denying him, she told him how much she wanted to but she had to keep to her rules, asking they at least get to know one another. Adrac’s eyes glowed with an ethereal light and another growled issued from his throat, he had no idea why his past love had shown up here or why she was still alive but he refused to let her go.

“No Amilee, I will not lose you again.” He muttered under his breath.

In an instant he was upon her, one hand on the back of her neck the other against the side of her head. He close his eyes and focused, his mind touching hers. He felt her relax as his mind soothed hers and he searched her mind for the emotions that attracted. People who passed only saw a couple, their foreheads touching in what seemed like an intimate embrace. He found them and started to lay the mental threads that expanded her need for him, growing her feelings of desire, passion, lust.

A part of her mind was closed off from him, he was curious but thought nothing of it as he found the barriers of rejection that stopped her from coming home with him. Her feelings grew until finally they stripped away the barrier of rejection and shone with strength, he left them there then disconnected from her breathing in deeply as he left her consciousness. He smiled as her eyes fluttered open still slightly in the trance, if this worked she would now have no choice but to be his, devoted to him until he chose to remove it, he waited to see the effect.

 

[slut_in_white]

One minute, Amilee was feeling uncertain and afraid he was going to get angry or reject her. The next, she was in his arms again, and everything was right. She wasn't certain exactly what happened, but suddenly, her rules felt silly, and the fear she had of going home with a man she barely knew felt terribly distant, because somehow, she felt like she'd known Adrac forever.

She didn't respond with words, but instead threw her arms around his neck and pulled herself hard against him, kissing him with fierce passion and desire. His response made her moan softly against his lips, and when they finally broke apart to breathe, she nodded. "Okay. Your place or mine?"

 

[The_reluctant_wordsmith]

Suddenly she was on him, her lips against his her body pressed hard against him, he growled with desire and wrapped his arms around her squeezing her close until they pulled away for air as she spoke.

"Okay. Your place or mine?"

“Mine” he growled and hailed a cab.

He slapped her ass as she got inside licking his lips in anticipation, his compulsion had worked. Once inside he gave the driver directions then gathered Amilee in his arms again ignored the disapproving looks from the driver as his tongue danced with her. His hands explored her body gripping her ass and pulling her closer as he groaned with need. They finally arrived and he threw a large amount of money at the driver before bursting out of the cab and up to the door.

He opened it quickly then lifted her up to straddle his waist kissing her hard as he opened the elevator pushing her up against the wall as he hit his floor and the door closed behind them. One hand slipped up the inside of her dress gripping her ass as ground his crotch into her, his lips mashed against hers and he held the back of her neck before trailing kisses along her jaw to nibble at her earlobe.

 

[slut_in_white]

It was like being caught in a whirlwind of lust. No matter what they did, no matter where they were, Adrac seemed insistent that he would always, always be touching her. She yelped, giggling, when he slapped her ass on the way into the taxi, and then dissolved back into soft, needy moans as he pulled her into his lap in the back of the cab and kissed her all the way to his apartment.

They barely made it through the door before he was pulling her legs up around his waist. She eagerly hooked her ankles together around his back, holding herself hard against him. She was panting with barely contained desire, and, while they were in the elevator, seriously considered the idea of pressing the emergency button and having him right there.

Only a few more seconds... She nearly groaned when the elevator finally made the noise to let them out onto his floor. They stumbled together into his apartment, and instantly, she started pulling her dress over her head, eager to feel his skin against hers. She pulled herself hard against him and started working to unbutton his shirt, while her lips found his again and kissed him deeply. "Adrac..."

 

[The_reluctant_wordsmith]

He growled as her dress came off revealing her delicious body, he remembered her body like it was yesterday and just like back then he was hungry for her. Her hands worked to unbutton his shirt as they lips were locked together, he took her hands and pulled them away groaning as she said his name before grabbing his shirt and ripping it off.

Buttons flew here and there as he dumped his shirt and jacket to the side and lifted her up once more groaning at the feeling of her skin against his as he carried her down the hallway and into the spacious bedroom. Once at the bed he dropped her onto it then drank her body in with his eyes as he pulled at his belt.

His pants dropped and his cock bulged in his underwear as he crawled up her body slipping his hand around her back to unclasp her bra. He pulled it off and his mouth engulfed her nipple sucking and flicking it as his other hand applied pressure to her pussy through her panties grinding into her crotch.

"Mmmm Amilee......." He groaned with unrelenting desire