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Crows on Heartstrings Sneak Peek #2 “Witch Child” by Lane Hansen, illustrated by Drei San Juan

 

Myrna is one of the witch children, said to be cursed by the sky demons with horrific powers. She’s capable of walking in the lightning storms that ravage her desert home and can speak with the mythic sand lions, but otherwise she has none of the powers witch children are said to have. She is hated and cursed by her village and blamed for any wrong that happens.

Her only friend is a strange boy named Jem, born during the same storm season as Myrna but not cursed with her powers to walk in the lightning.

When they are fourteen raiders come to their village and Jem is fatally wounded in the attack. Desperate, Myrna takes him to the sand lions for help.

Myrna did not remember the first time she stepped out into a lightning storm.

She did not remember how she got her scars; one at the base of her throat and the other on the bottom of her left foot. Sometimes it upset her to not remember feeling the lightning coursing through her body for the first time. Then again, the lightning was so much a part of her life that it was strange to imagine she had ever not known it.

She had been born during the season of sun, when normally the lightning storms were few and far between. Her parents thought they were safe. But the night her mother went into labor a storm tore across the bleeding land. She had tried to ignore the pain, as though that would stop the contractions, and begged Myrna to stay put a little while longer.

By morning the lightning was still razing the earth and Myrna was desperate to see.

Myrna never asked why her parents didn’t murder her, as the midwife had tried, as her grandmother had begged. She only knew that it was not love that had stayed their hand.

-Excerpt from “Witch Child” by Lane Hansen, illustrated by Drei San Juan

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When they met… Abomination Boy and Half a Prince Part 13

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Realizing how all of it could turn downhill with just a few words, Elijah eased up, only to maneuver himself close to Lucien. He hated touching unfamiliar surfaces, but he set them aside and placed his palms on either side of Lucien’s head. Now he was on top of him, almost straddling his legs. “It was just a suggestion, but I’m not forcing you to forget what I did.” With a triumphant smile, he leaned down and pressed his lips to Lucien’s, a tentative brush, awaiting his response. Would he recoil and move away? Or would he accept this sensual act? Elijah would understand. He’d deserve anything he’d get.

Lucien squirmed under the warmth of Elijah’s body, pinning him to his own bed. This is different. I want this. Lucien argued with himself through clammy hands and a quickened pulse. Maybe if I just kiss him back. I’ll be ready for this. His brain surrendered to the bits confidence he possessed about this. He pulled Elijah down and crashed into his face, lips first. Elijah was more soft than Lucien thought he would ever admit.

Lucien slid trembling hands up to Elijah’s face and pushed at him lightly, resting his hands on Elijah’s neck, just to keep him far enough away for Lucien to catch his skittish breath.

Elijah’s right hand found its way on Lucien’s cheek, cupping his face steadily. As he deepened his kiss, he thought of how firm and not at all fragile Lucien felt. His fingers threaded through Lucien’s hair, his other hand roamed on the ridges of his ribs. Lucien’s touch on his neck made him arch his back. A low groan escaped from him.

It went all too quick. A lightning speed of feelings brought together and resulted into this. Elijah might have guessed it could be only out of curiosity, of a thirst for something different, but he had to admit that he didn’t find any trouble with this. His lips trekked down to Lucien’s smooth neck. A part of him remembered the open door, but let it be damned.

With his attempts for a break thwarted, Lucien craned his neck and pressed his his horns into the pillow to create just a bit of distance.

He didn’t want to tell him to stop, he didn’t want Elijah to stop, and he didn’t want to have to be the guy who couldn’t handle intimacy. But Elijah pushed him outside of his comfort zone and Lucien had no idea how to rectify it. Reverting to old habits is all too easy. So he let his murderer kiss him. He savored the kisses, each one planted racked up the total amount of kisses Lucien had ever gotten in his life. Three, Four, Five… Lucien counted until they reached his collarbones. He was torn between bringing Elijah’s face back to his and feeling Elijah’s soft skin under his blackened fingertips.

Lucien kissed him, devoured him, pulled at Elijah’s lips with his teeth. He spread his hands against Elijah’s chest and snaked them down until he found the place where the hem of his shirt met his trousers. Lucien tugged lightly at the fabric. He shuddered knowing he was sending Elijah the wrong signal. He only wanted to feel Elijah’s skin. Just a tease of it. Nothing more.

Elijah felt Lucien’s fingers at the edge of his shirt. He fumbled on the buttons of his shirt, his wavy hair a disturbance with his head hung low. Elijah barely showed himself half-naked to anyone. It wasn’t a sign of discomfort, but there had been no need for losing clothes. Yet, now he didn’t seem to mind losing some clothes, there could be a need for it anyway. He groped for the last button and slipped his shirt out, revealing his lean muscles and well-toned abs, few knife and gunshot scars.

Lucien drew in a sharp breath over a swear word or two. “Elijah, I…” He swallowed. No. You like this guy, just do it. It’s not the same, you’re just being weak. He thought.

Lucien ran his hands over the bumps of muscle and scar tissue in Elijah’s stomach. He couldn’t deny how nice it felt. Just keep going. You’re fine. He thought. Lucien’s hands rested on Elijah’s hips. But how far would this go? It would ultimately end the same wouldn’t it? Did he trust Elijah to be any more gentle with him than those who had assaulted him time and time again? He had killed Lucien, hadn’t he?

But Elijah was different now, he hadn’t known what he was doing. All these excuses made sense. They did. Elijah was a nice guy.

Lucien dug his fingernails into Elijah’s soft skin and quickly took his hands away before he hurt him. He buried them under his own shirt, clutching the bruises at his ribs instead. He caught the skin and muscle in his fists until he could feel the painful reminders of what had happened, what he was so afraid of happening again.

Freezing for a moment, Elijah glanced at Lucien beneath him. He cleared his throat and grabbed gently for Lucien’s hands. “I’m not going to harm you in any way.” He caressed Lucien’s hands with his thumbs stroking them mildly. “We can stop if that’s what you desire.” Lucien’s memories could be too sharp, too raw even until now for Elijah to cover them up in one night. He could understand that. He was a man full of undeniable respect, even if he’d killed demons and carried the same blood with a greater one. He wouldn’t force someone something they wouldn’t want to do. He could’ve laughed at himself if Lucien didn’t look serious. Respect and Force? He could only give it to a chosen few.

Strands of hair almost concealed his eyes as he gazed down at Lucien. “I may be too lost in the moment, but I won’t lose control. There’s nothing to fear.”

Lucien lay there, unmoving and shell-shocked, staring out with a stitched brow. He’s fingers held his sides, burying his fingertips into his skin, leaving small crescent shaped seams of blood where they lay.

“Hey,” Elijah’s voice was an utter whisper. He cupped Lucien’s face. “It’s okay.” He reached behind his waistband and plucked the gun and tossed it on the floor. He disposed the knives from his boots, dropping them with a clunk. “I’m unarmed now.” He should have rid of them earlier. “Tell me what you think. What is it on your mind?”

“You were armed?” He laughed. It was just like before. Exactly. He tried to pull himself from Elijah’s embrace but the black wispy coloring staining his fingers spread across his arms like a black rash, moving right before Elijah’s eyes.

Elijah sighed. He licked his lips and alerted himself, but dared not to move. “I wasn’t going to use them in bed, Lucien.”

That was wrong. He was wrong. That shouldn’t have happened, the weapons, missing that Lucien wasn’t with it. Admittedly, Lucien should have said something, but well, he was saying something now.

“Okay Elijah.” He said. He used one of his inky arms to push Elijah off him and escape the tension and anxiety clouding his thoughts.

“Please leave.” He said.

Elijah laughed, the tone lacking any humor. He eased up from the bed, ruffling his hair with his hand. “I admit, it was a mistake on my part.” He snatched his clothes and picked up his knives and gun, jaw tightening. He looked stupid enough to be doing this, being thrown out from someone’s room right after sharing an intimate moment. He swiftly put his clothes back on and glanced at Lucien as he buttoned his shirt. “I will leave if that will make you feel safe.” He strode across the room, stopping by the door, he glanced over his shoulder and said, “Don’t harm yourself. Your life is valuable. I apologize for trying to take it away.” He bowed like a gentleman before heading downstairs, planning on fetching Natalie from the kitchen.

“Goodbye Elijah.”


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When they met… Abomination Boy and Half a Prince Part 11

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“Elijah. You know, I’m surprised you aren’t familiar with the eating habits of Children of Lilith.” Lucien called from the landing. His trousers hung low on his thin hips, and he was still determined to keep his shirt from swinging open and exposing more stories he didn’t want to tell. Lucien leaned back into the shadows and continued to stumble to his bedroom for a new shirt.

Elijah let out a dry chuckle and rose from his chair. He walked to the stairs to follow Lucien and defend his words. It wasn’t pity he felt, for Elijah had never known pity, just balanced good faith in his part. He couldn’t care less about anything else other than his own well-being, but he was a man of honor, and he knew he did wrong and admitted his mistake.

He managed to steal a glance at Natalie and Dahlia on the kitchen, and they barely saw him glower at them. They were already sipping in their wine, lost in entertaining chat. He went up the stairs, his steps silent.

He found Lucien’s bedroom, the door left open. He leaned sideways on the door frame as he watched Lucien fumble on clothes. “I used to be familiar with your eating habits. Unfortunately, it’s been a decade or two since I last encountered some Children of Lilith. They don’t really bother me as much as hellhounds. But you’re different from them.” He observed Lucien’s bedroom. “Do you take showers? Read classic books? As for popular culture, I have watched Titanic and Terminator. They’re quite magnificent films, but I prefer the opera where they performed Hamlet and Macbeth back in the 19th century. Your bedroom could use some cleaning, and your frayed clothes should be burned to hell, just a suggestion.” He grinned, enjoying a shy Lucien. “Perhaps you need some sleep for your exhausted mind.”

“What are you?” Lucien forced a smile and backed two skittish steps away from Elijah. “And what sort of question is, do you take showers?” He pushed his fears down, buried them deep. He advanced on Elijah and absorbed the close proximity to him, felt his breath on his cheek. “I take showers, I steal books, I’ve never had to clean my room before, and I drink blood.” Lucien was quickly learning that humans couldn’t waste the effort in acknowledging nuances in things different from themselves. So when Lucien said he drank blood, the first thing anyone thought was that he must be a vampire. That wasn’t true at all. He simply bore the mark of fallen angels, those who drank blood could be anything. Lucien was simply a black eyed child made to bring demons to the earth. He wasn’t allergic to the sun, didn’t die in the morning. He didn’t hate garlic, or need a wooden stake to die. He was just a halfling who craved blood when the demonic blood ran through his veins quicker than the angel blood.

“Does that make you want to kill me? That I’m a thief, otherwise deprived of culture? And a slovenly whore who can’t clean a room?” Lucien growled. He pressed on, hissing into Elijah’s ear, wanting him to degrade him like he knew he deserved.

“What about the blood drinking bit? Doesn’t that make you want to just rip my throat out?” Drinking blood sure made Lucien want to rip his own throat out. It made him fall off the edge, it gave his demon power. It turned him into something that didn’t even want to murder Lilith and burn Hell to ash. “I’d rather starve than be a soulless fallen angel who drinks blood. I’d rather starve.

Elijah leaned closer and inched his face close to Lucien. “You think you drinking blood bothers me at all? My father brought upon all the knowledge of war and weapons in this world, everything men can use to slaughter themselves. Trust me, he enjoys every bit of explosions and seeing dismembered bodies, the blood that trickled down the blades of Greeks as they fought with the Persians. He had loved the sight of the concentration camps back in Hitler’s time.  If he can see now what terrorists do, he’s going to be extremely proud of how his work had spread so far. You drinking blood doesn’t bother me at all, no.”

He pursed his lips in a thin line, eyes scanning Lucien from head to toe. “You want me to be appalled by you. It’s not happening. My questions were formed solely from mere curiosity. Why, Lucien, does my intrusiveness bother you?” He curved his lips in a cunning smile and straightened back. “Why would I be repulsed by your drinking, if that’s how you survive? I kill demons and their human slaves. That’s how I survive. Are you repulsed?”

Lucien’s black bottomless-pits got lost in the warmth of Elijah’s brown eyes. Invitations wafted from his pale skin from inside the boundaries of Lucien’s personal space.

Lucien straightened the protective barrier his hunched shoulders made around him, giving him just an inch above Elijah’s already tall frame.

“No.” He said, easing himself just close enough to feel the electricity of coming almost too close to Elijah’s lips.

He replaced the curve to his shoulders and slid away like smoke through Elijah’s fingers.


 

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When they met… Abomination Boy and Half a Prince Part 9

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Listening to Lucien was like listening to an escaped prisoner of war. Elijah had witnessed both World Wars unfold, and he’d seen humans breakdown, crease in unadulterated misery. He hadn’t molded himself with them. His father loved the large scale massacre, using weapons he had paraded for humanity to know. He leaned back on his seat and draped an arm behind the chair.

“I don’t suppose there would be many who would love to take you, but Dahlia looks like she’s going to assist you because you are dear to her.” A muscle in his jaw twitched. Talking about feelings was the last thing Elijah wanted, but this Lucien appeared to need some of it. “Are there many of you? Your brother, is he like you?”

“I dunno, I think I’m a bit more of a project to her. She’s a great girl, and I appreciate what she’s done. I just don’t know about being particularly dear to her.” Lucien smirked. He didn’t think he was dear to anyone. Better to keep palling around with Dahlia than to be out on the street where kids strike you down to sell your bones.

“Ehhhh. My brother. I have two. I think. Lilith calls me three and Mal two, so we always assumed there was another.” Lucien winced again, a pierce of clumpy demons blood was making its way to his heart and the only thing it did was lay a trail of piercing pricks the entire way to his heart. He braced himself.

Lucien doubled over, clutching his heart, and his face contorted. Deep creases slashed his brow as the prickly clot entered his heart in one beat and out the next. His body relaxed through the aftershocks, what would have killed a human just made Lucien feel like he was drowning.

“Sorry.” He breathed heavily, still doubled over with his head between his legs.

He straightened up. Usually he had this charade all covered, his pain was well hidden because there’s no pity in Hell. He hated the way his lean and fit body juxtaposed his sickly reality.

“Your wretched life is one I can understand.” Elijah heaved a sigh. He hadn’t seen his own life as years full of rainbows, but his father had been proud of him, had flaunted him to the other demons as his ferocious weapon. He hadn’t experienced being degraded by his own parent. He raked his hair with his fingers, pushing away strands of waves from his forehead. “You must keep a low profile and refrain yourself from displaying in the public. Humans can be as uncharitable as demons, or unbending as the angels. You are fortunate to have someone take care of you, but may I suggest that you care of your well-being as part of gratitude for Dahlia and for your own life. Would you want demons to cackle at your wasted life?”

He fumbled for his phone and fished it out from his pocket. He flipped it over and over in his hands. “I know a demon who can probe about your condition.” He curled his lips up. “In recompense to what I did to you.”

Lucien’s body took an exasperated plunge into the cushions. “I dunno if I’m into being probed just yet.” Lucien smirked. Smiling and smirking didn’t keep him from pulling a cushion up past his navel to cover the bruising at his hips. “Is that really necessary?  I asked you for that bullet. Don’t feel obligated to fix something I asked for.” Lucien tensed. How could he mind being this way when it was all he knew?


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Well now, they seem to be behaving…

Lucien and Abomination Boys characters and writing © Aubrey “Meeks” Brown 2015

Elijah and writing © Julienne 2015

Abomination Boy and Half a Prince Part 8

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Lucien cleared his throat. No one asks about your mental health in Hell, so when Elijah took enough time to ask, it forced an unintentional blush to dust Lucien’s cheeks. He was new to it, new to talking, really. It made him sweat. It made his hands clammy. But he figured if so much humanity was going on because of one conversation, it might be looking good on the insanity front.

“So when you figure things out in your head, you have just the one smooth voice figuring things out? Right?” He squashed his full lips with the tips of his inky fingers, they looked like charcoal smudges, but upon closer look, it was clear that it was just part of his coloring. “My body is going through a civil war constantly. Even now, it is taking all I have not to scratch my eyes out because of the incessant boiling in my blood. In my head, I can hear the two parts of me whispering to each other. But it isn’t any part of my consciousness. It’s like I’m eavesdropping on war negotiations.” Lucien tried so hard. He was trying to look serene, trying to put on the front that he had this all under control. But little creases formed in his brow. His black eyes looked angry under his stitched brows, but in their darkness, it was plain to see they were glassy with frustration.

“If I tip the scale in one direction the voices get louder.  My angel is a nice side. It doesn’t say much when it’s winning. But the demon is a complete fuckhead. He never stops shrieking, it’s like being startled by your own head. Actually caught off guard by the screams, and when the demon is strong it gets angry, first commenting on my everyday life, things I’m doing, then telling me things, yelling at me, threatening me.  The pain is nothing. I’ve learned to deal with that. The thing the pain does is amplify the voices. It’s a lot.” Lucien’s explanation left his mouth with the ashamed twang of an apology.

Elijah leaned forward, elbows on knees and hands clasped between them. He gazed at the floor as though answers would come barrelling to him. He hated things he couldn’t gather.

“That sounds awful, but you cannot live your whole life like this. You will end up hurting other people around you, and you’ll end up killing yourself, and that time, your angel friend won’t be there to cure you.” He lived his long life collecting pieces and bringing them together in their right places, like the tiny pieces of puzzle, Elijah hated anything tangled. He loathed things he couldn’t understand and solve. “Where are you from? Are you an occupant of this house, too? How old are you?” He hadn’t come across anyone like him before.

Lucien’s face fell and his lips pursed. Elijah wasn’t saying anything he didn’t already know.

“I’d kill myself before I hurt someone else, and I’d much rather it that way. But the thing is, I am usually able to keep it in check. I’m sure that’s what everyone says about anything tremendously horrible, but…” Lucien stretched his body out like a cat in the sun. He stretched his fists out and over the sofa until they tapped the window behind him. His back felt good. His shirt fell open and said all the things he wasn’t saying. He’d been tormented, pushed to all limits. There were jagged scars and cuts dotted all over his torso. Some were shiny like burn marks laying in the gentle curve of his lean muscles, the others were jagged right angles where probably more metal had been shoved in to teach him something about being submissive to demons. There were finger long bruises around his hips, an oddly intimate place to have hands so obviously painted into one’s skin. But his face was calm, still, strong, his eyes masked the pain, just as he’d said it would.

“…if I’m not experimented on, or drained of too much angelic power, I can avoid episodes like that.” Lucien draped an arm over the back of the sofa and angled himself towards Elijah.

“As for your other questions. I was born and, well, sort of raised in Hell, somewhere in the bits of Enoch which don’t burn. I have a quaint little box there. And I suppose I’m about eighteen or nineteen. But I can’t be certain, we don’t celebrate birthdays where I’m from.” Lucien hooked his curling black horn under his arm and winced just once, just enough to be noticed. “But I escaped and I’m a bit homeless at the moment. I’ve only just met Dahlia but she’s given me a room here. I’m waiting patiently for her to tire of me and kick me out.”


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After a long staring competition with Natalie, Elijah hauled Lucien and threw him over his shoulder. The angel/demon was featherlight. He still smelled faintly of blood, even after his wounds had been healed and sealed. Elijah wondered what was wrong with him with his suicidal tendencies. Elijah had lived for centuries without the will to die. Even if he’d gone through excruciating years of insipid torment, he had never thought of killing himself.

Dahlia lead them to her van. She helped Elijah guide Lucien into the back seat and dove into the front.

It took only minutes to get them to her house, and in those minutes, Lucien went from zombie, to sitting upright with one horn tapping against the glass with the bumps in the potholed road.

He staggered from the parked van and swerved to the left and into the mailbox, catching it for support.

Natalie helped him out, striding fast to him and holding his arm. Elijah was there in lightning speed, telling her, “It’s best I help him instead of you. We don’t know how stable he is at the moment. You might get hurt.”

Natalie didn’t argue with Elijah about it. She went with Dahlia while Elijah aided Lucien, keeping him from stumbling on the ground.

Dahlia fumbled for her keys and held the door open for the two boys. The house was enormous, much too big for just one girl to be living in all by herself. But the grand entrance stood still in the dark with no trace of a family photo or stray pair of shoes to suggest anyone lived there other than Dahlia. She closed the door behind the boys and nodded in the direction of a ultra plush sofa in front of the window. “Does anyone want some wine? I think we could all use it.” She eyed Elijah as he helped Lucien to the sofa, then glanced hopefully at Natalie.

Natalie perched on the chair’s arm for a moment. “That will be great.” She sliced a glance at Elijah, made sure he wasn’t going to shoot Lucien again. “I definitely need a glass,” she told Dahlia and went with her in the kitchen.

Elijah plopped on the seat close to Lucien’s, snapping out the gun from his waistband and dropping it on the mid-table. He could hear Natalie and Dahlia’s voices from the kitchen, but other than their wine voices, the house was quiet. He crossed his legs and focused on Lucien. “Are you in the right condition to talk sense?”

Lucien glanced up at Elijah through his endlessly black eyes. He pulled the tattered bits of his t-shirt closed with little success, after trying once he couldn’t care enough about his bare chest. He reclined into the sofa and placed his hands over his heart like he were trying to gauge just how alive he really was.

“I suppose so. Tell the girls if I beg you to kill me again.” He didn’t smile, not even the ghost of a smile cracked against his pale lips.

“I’m not really the kind of person who’ll defend himself in a crime he willingly committed.” Elijah leaned sideways on the seat, propping his chin on his fist. “It baffles me, eternal creatures wishing for death? What has gone in that mind of yours?” Demons and angels, rarely had Elijah encountered ones who called for death, none until now. “Why do you wish to perish when your life is everlasting?”

Lucien played with the fraying bits of his shirt. “I actually don’t know if I am actually immortal.”


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HE’S UP! What’s going to happen as Lucien faces his attacker?

Lucien and Abomination Boys characters and writing © Aubrey “Meeks” Brown 2015

Elijah and writing © Julienne 2015

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Lucien and Elijah HeaderMalachi smirked a harrowing grin. Lucien let go of his bleeding chest and took off running. Malachi blinked from left to right, appearing on one side, then the other, turning Lucien around in circles.

Lucien backed out of the circle and sprinted back towards Elijah and his demon blasting gun, and lunged. Malachi was behind Elijah, reaching for his neck, ready to snap.

Malachi’s ink dipped fingertips found Elijah’s neck. Lucien caught him by the smallest finger and snapped it until it severed.

“Mal, this is not how we behave.” Lucien grinned, breathing into Malachi’s ear, pressing his own smudgy fingers into Malachi’s equally pasty white skin. “Tsk Tsk, big brother.” He sang and bit down hard on Malachi’s carotid artery. The blood rushed into his mouth, hissing a sour taste into his tongue and slid down his throat.

Lucien spat the thick black blood to the floor and threw Malachi down to the pavement with a hard crack.

“That’s my brother.” He stated, answering the question on everyone’s mind before joining him in a broken heap on the floor.

Elijah blinked, perusing the two bodies sprawled on the ground. It all went fast.

He brushed his neck with his fingers, shocked by how this Malachi had touched him. He glanced at Natalie, made sure she was still whole and not missing a limb. She appeared fine, but her eyes were pinned on the brothers. Then Elijah turned to Dahlia. “Are there any more of these brothers?”

“I’m sorry. Did he just…?” Dahlia walked a line of eggshells over to Lucien. Stunned by his savage attack, on his own brother, she gingerly knelt down behind him and placed a hand on his trembling shoulder. He was out, as out as he could be, with exhausted harrowing eyes unmoving in their sockets.  Lucien’s chest rose and fell in jagged breaths, none of which seemed to fill his lungs.

He was breathing, at least, still alive, and not running around like a bat out of Hell. So Dahlia let him stay there on the ground, shaking, but considerably less manic than he had been seconds before.

“I have no idea if there are more. I just know that was an older one, not as much of a reliable model as Lucien here…” Her joke wasn’t funny. Lucien was sick, ill, crazed – and if they didn’t do something, Dahlia would soon run out of excuses to keep saving him. She couldn’t bank on there’s something about him. That meant nothing when something was being a murderous boy who heard voices.

“What do I have to do to persuade you guys to help me, help him? I think it could be a simple fix. His angel blood is distressed.” Probably a lot.

“How can we help?” Natalie set her grocery bag down and bent near Lucien, examining him. She wasn’t an expert in demons and angels. Elijah was. She glanced over her shoulder, giving Elijah a pleading stare, mouthing, “Help them.”

Elijah, recalling what Lucien had done moments ago, thought to help. Yet, why would he help these people – demons or angels – whatever they were? He had enough things to worry about. With a sigh, he muttered, “There isn’t much we can do about this.”


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Welcome to the Lucien and Elijah serial by Aubrey Meeks and Julienne 

The accompanying illustration was done by Aegisdea and I couldn’t be happier!

More of them! More Abominations?

Children of Lilith feeding on each other? What’ s happening with the Abomination Boys and how is Elijah going to get himself out of this one?

Lucien and Abomination Boys characters and writing © Aubrey “Meeks” Brown 2015

Elijah and writing © Julienne 2015

 

Abomination Boy and Half a Prince Part 2

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“I don’t normally walk out of my house with a pistol in hand in the early morning, shooting everyone I see.” Elijah eyed the girl who just arrived. Yet, another suspicious creature. “Unless they’re demons who I conclude will be threats. I warned your friend here, but he didn’t listen.”

“Of course he didn’t listen.” She screeched, limiting her words like she knew something she didn’t want to share with a well dressed street thug. The girl prodded at Lucien’s head and watched with her violet eyes as the bloody mess of his black and bright red blood dissolved under her fingers. It took mere minutes to close the gaping hole in the middle of his head.

“You just attempted to murder an angel as much as you did a demon, though. Just saying.” She scowled. “If you know how freaking rare that is, you’ll be smart enough to assume you know nothing about it.”

Elijah merely shrugged and watched the girl with a listless stare. He kept his gun in hand, just in case he’d be needing it again.

“I don’t see any crimes that can be inflicted on me upon killing an angel or demon. There is no law with that, little girl. And if you have the decency to clarify to me what this creature I just killed was, then maybe we won’t be in outright confusion at the moment.” He advanced closer, lips parted at the sight of the hole on the demon’s head closing in. “What are you doing?” He raised the gun again, but this time, it was pointed on the girl.

“Before you get a little too gun happy, I’ll have you know, my father is Raphael, Archangel Raphael. If you want to kill me, go for it. I can’t promise it will end well for you though.” She dismissed him with a flippant flick of her wrist and went back to tending to Lucien until his wound closed. “But really, you have ears. Use them. I told you. He’s an angel-demon mix. I’m an angel – nephilim mix, I’m healing him.” The girl mumbled to herself like a chant, willing Lucien to come back to her. “What the heck did he do to you that you had to fucking shoot him? He just asked for it and you were like, oh yeah buddy, happy to help. BANG…?” The girl brushed Lucien’s white hair from his young and unblemished face. He couldn’t have been more than eighteen. His lanky limbs sprawled out over the girls lap as she cradled him with the tenderness of a lover. “Come back Lucien. Come on honey.”

Elijah laughed, bringing his gun down. The sound of his laugh echoed in the air, thick and manic. When he spoke again, the proof his smile was etched on his lips. “Should the mention of your so holy father  make me cower in fear? I fear no angel nor demon.” He studied the girl cradling the demon he’d just killed. If he was indeed, as the girl had said, demon and angel offspring, then he would survive the bullet Elijah had given him.

Perhaps he should leave them be. He had some errands he hadn’t finished yet anyway, but he was rooted on the ground, waiting for bloodshed? Perhaps.“I warned your friend, and yet he assaulted me like an unhinged animal. If we look into this in the human perception, it will appear like self-defense.”

“Good for you. I bet having no fears puts you right in line with him, asking for death.” She hissed.  At least Lucien had a reason, not that she cared to hear Elijah’s.

“Dahlia. Dahlia? No!” Lucien woke to the warmth of Dahlia’s fingertips, putting him back together for the second time in two days.  The pain of his battling bloods had subsided, faded from a roaring pain to a dull dim of annoyance. Blood still trailed from the corners of his mouth, the red blood of an angel, none of the sticky black gunk of a demon.


 

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Welcome to the Lucien and Elijah serial by Aubrey Meeks and Julienne 

The accompanying illustration was done by Aegisdea and I couldn’t be happier!

Lucien’s awake! What could be so wrong with him that he’d ask for death like that? Is his pain really that bad? How many angels will Elijah kill next?

Stay turned for tomorrow’s instalment of Abomination Boy and Half a Prince to find out!

Lucien and Abomination Boys characters and writing © Aubrey “Meeks” Brown 2015

Elijah and writing © Julienne 2015