A video of a vicious beating at a Baltimore County McDonald's restaurant went viral Friday, garnering hundreds of thousands of views on websites and prompting the fast-food giant to issue a statement condemning the incident.
The video shows two women — one of them a 14-year-old girl — repeatedly kicking and punching the 22-year-old victim in the head, as an employee of the Rosedale restaurant and a patron try to intervene. Others can be heard laughing, and men are seen standing idly by.
Toward the end of the video, one of the suspects lands a punishing blow to the victim's head, and she appears to have a seizure. A man's voice tells the women to run because police are coming.
The three-minute clip was apparently first posted on YouTube, then taken down by administrators who said it violated the site's policies. But it popped back up on other sites and was ultimately linked from the popular Drudge Report, which gave it top billing for much of the day.
By early evening, the video had received more than 500,000 views on one site alone.
County police confirmed that the attack occurred April 18 in the 6300 block of Kenwood Ave. Police said the 14-year-old girl has been charged as a juvenile, while charges were pending against an 18-year-old woman.
Equality Maryland said the victim is a transgender woman and called on state Attorney General Douglas F. Gansler to step in and investigate the case as a hate crime. Police and prosecutors said they did not know whether the victim is a transgender woman.
"It does appear that the victim was a transgender woman, and she was brutalized while people stood by and watched," said Lisa Polyak, vice president of the board of directors for Equality Maryland, an advocacy organization that fought unsuccessfully in the past legislative session for greater protections for transgender individuals. "There's no excuse for that violence under any circumstances, but we would encourage police to investigate as a hate crime."
The police report does not provide a motive, but quotes one of the suspects saying that the fight was "over using a bathroom."
As the video spread online, McDonald's acknowledged that the attack had occurred in a Baltimore-area restaurant and said it was working with local police.
"We are shocked by the video from a Baltimore franchised restaurant showing an assault. This incident is unacceptable, disturbing and troubling," the company said in a statement posted on its website. "Nothing is more important than the safety of our customers and employees in our restaurants. We are working with the franchisee and the local authorities to investigate this matter."
The video received widespread attention part because of the racial dynamics of the attack – the attackers were black, and the victim is white. State's Attorney Scott D. Shellenberger, who said he was unaware of the gender-related issues, said the racial dynamics of the incident could result in hate-crime charges.
"We just received this case, and the Police Department is continuing their investigation," Shellenberger said. "If there is evidence that the crime was racially motivated, we will take a look at those charges and see if we meet those elements. We have the ability, if the facts are there, to upgrade the charges at a later date."
The victim suffered cuts to her mouth and face, and a police report said she had been taken to Franklin Square Hospital Center in fair condition. Police said Friday they had no update on her status.
The video begins with two women near a bathroom door kicking and hitting a woman who is lying on the ground.
An employee repeatedly tries to separate them, but the attackers continue to stomp and kick the victim's head. People yell, "Stop! Stop!" to no avail, though others can be heard laughing. An older woman at one point also attempts to pull the attackers away and is shoved.
About halfway through the three-minute clip, the attackers rip a wig off the victim and drag her by her hair to the front door. That is where the victim is sitting before another blow to the head causes an apparent seizure.
Throughout the attack, a man is filming and does not intervene. But when the victim appears to have a seizure, he yells, "She having a seizure, yo. … Police on their way. Y'all better get out of here."
Through a McDonald's spokesman, the owner of the Rosedale restaurant released a statement. The chain said the owner and employees would not be made available for comment, including an update on possible discipline of the employees.
"I'm as shocked and disturbed by this incident as anyone would be. The behavior displayed in the video is unfathomable and reprehensible," said the franchise owner, Mitchell McPherson. "The safety of our customers is a top priority. We know the police were called immediately, and we are thoroughly investigating this matter."
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I'm distraught beyond words after viewing the vid and cried yeah cried like a babe watching this vid and you might as well, so view at your own discretion using the link below. You can also use the following like to sign a petition to have these fawktards from McDonalds fired here:
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Are you serious???
I have this lady friend at work. She's a manager and her and I are practically joined at the hip. If you know what's it's like working in an environment where there's more chicks than dicks and you have to watch what you say cause the littlest thing will make it into the Gazette well you learn quickly how to pick and choose your friends. Who to confide in and who not to. Company politics are the worse sorts of cluster fawk gossip stations. I swear these people have nothing better to do and need to get a life.
Anyhow, Mel, and I will name her for y'all cause she deserves to be mentioned here, has been a friend, a shoulder and lately has taken it upon herself to be my keeper :snickering: She's always feeding me (do I look thin and scrawny to you?) or buying me something. anything from a person sized teddy bear that I've walked into work to find sitting in my office chair to Converse runners which I have to say are pretty damn coolio to even boots(Baby Phat). I'm stunned if that's even the right word, but her latest antic of shopping has thrown me for the proverbial loop.
Mel, text my Blackberry lastnight to say she was out shopping. I should mention that her being a manager she's also out in British Columbia with the others and she's a shopaholic. The chick won't pass up on a pair of shoes, a top, purses, tops or pants and needs a huge walk-in closet for those alone. Anyhow, sliding off base here... She says: I bought you something you're gonna love. Aaaw with an eye roll and then my eyeballs popping out of their sockets to see the attached picture of what she did get me. Now tell me would you wear that?? It's cute, it's adorable, but knowing it's a gift she expects me to wear this next winter. Would you wear it?? Someone just shoot me!
Here's the pic for your viewing pleasure and make your day and my dearest chick friend Mel is posing in it for me. :groaning in anguish:
Anyhow, Mel, and I will name her for y'all cause she deserves to be mentioned here, has been a friend, a shoulder and lately has taken it upon herself to be my keeper :snickering: She's always feeding me (do I look thin and scrawny to you?) or buying me something. anything from a person sized teddy bear that I've walked into work to find sitting in my office chair to Converse runners which I have to say are pretty damn coolio to even boots(Baby Phat). I'm stunned if that's even the right word, but her latest antic of shopping has thrown me for the proverbial loop.
Mel, text my Blackberry lastnight to say she was out shopping. I should mention that her being a manager she's also out in British Columbia with the others and she's a shopaholic. The chick won't pass up on a pair of shoes, a top, purses, tops or pants and needs a huge walk-in closet for those alone. Anyhow, sliding off base here... She says: I bought you something you're gonna love. Aaaw with an eye roll and then my eyeballs popping out of their sockets to see the attached picture of what she did get me. Now tell me would you wear that?? It's cute, it's adorable, but knowing it's a gift she expects me to wear this next winter. Would you wear it?? Someone just shoot me!
Here's the pic for your viewing pleasure and make your day and my dearest chick friend Mel is posing in it for me. :groaning in anguish:
Friday, April 15, 2011
Driven under
I've had a shit week and an even shittier day. Nothing was right and nothing seemed to turn out right.
First it started off at work, yet it always does. You see we get Co-op students that come into our company and they earn credits while they learn to which pertains to what they are studying in school and in their case it's the finance/accounting so my being higher up the chain and a trainer I'm also their mentor. There's one guy and one girl, both in grade ten and both are sixteen years old. The boy is working in our rental division and the girl in our leasing division. The boy walks in and leaves always with a smile on his face although the girl doesn't if it weren't for me her experience at our company wouldn't be pleasant for this teenager.
This teenage, now giving her name to protect her identity, was feeling ill and I tossed my workload aside to pull up a chair and tell her: Talk to me, what's going on. The gushing of waterworks opened up and she's told me bout her home life, not feeling well and very depressed. We spoke, I cheered her up and got her smiling and I felt like I had made progress at being her mentor.
An hour after that took place I got a text from my boss saying: I heard your sitting with (said teenager) got an update.
Someone had nothing better to do with their time and advised my boss of my sitting with her. My boss who is currently on a Manager's conference in British Columbia with all those in management within the company while us 'little people' are left to run the damn show. Three of us supervisors have to monitor 50 employees that have no direction other than us. Was I livid? I already was, but that's now become a fawking volcano that's erupted after getting that.
I walked out of there, early, burning rubber and I was beyond livid. I want to rip this grown women a new arsehole for being so insensitive. An email from someone I'd like to call a friend calmed me down amazingly and he knows who he is as I've already thanked him for it.
But all the bullshit is still hanging in the cusp and it's got me feeling completely unbalanced. I'm feeling like burying myself and more so now. When I'm seeing red there's no line that I can cross over that makes me believe I can do anything right. There's no right, no wrong there's just an ALL wrong. That becomes for me problematic. I've gotten so fedup with the hicmic that I stopped at the mall after work. If you know me at all? I hate the fawking mall and shopping. Period! In the end I walked out with a java and someone's phone number wanting me to call them. Will I call? Hell no! They don't need me to complicate their life like I have the lives of so many people who regret to even have gotten to know me. If you've put up with me this long then you're a special kinda person.
I think I'll stop here and just do that... burying thing and maybe the next post will be more positive, lifting and upbeat cause I'm sure not feeling it right now after this week had ended.
G'night folks and have yourselves a great weekend. I'm gonna give it a go, but I wouldn't count on it.
First it started off at work, yet it always does. You see we get Co-op students that come into our company and they earn credits while they learn to which pertains to what they are studying in school and in their case it's the finance/accounting so my being higher up the chain and a trainer I'm also their mentor. There's one guy and one girl, both in grade ten and both are sixteen years old. The boy is working in our rental division and the girl in our leasing division. The boy walks in and leaves always with a smile on his face although the girl doesn't if it weren't for me her experience at our company wouldn't be pleasant for this teenager.
This teenage, now giving her name to protect her identity, was feeling ill and I tossed my workload aside to pull up a chair and tell her: Talk to me, what's going on. The gushing of waterworks opened up and she's told me bout her home life, not feeling well and very depressed. We spoke, I cheered her up and got her smiling and I felt like I had made progress at being her mentor.
An hour after that took place I got a text from my boss saying: I heard your sitting with (said teenager) got an update.
Someone had nothing better to do with their time and advised my boss of my sitting with her. My boss who is currently on a Manager's conference in British Columbia with all those in management within the company while us 'little people' are left to run the damn show. Three of us supervisors have to monitor 50 employees that have no direction other than us. Was I livid? I already was, but that's now become a fawking volcano that's erupted after getting that.
I walked out of there, early, burning rubber and I was beyond livid. I want to rip this grown women a new arsehole for being so insensitive. An email from someone I'd like to call a friend calmed me down amazingly and he knows who he is as I've already thanked him for it.
But all the bullshit is still hanging in the cusp and it's got me feeling completely unbalanced. I'm feeling like burying myself and more so now. When I'm seeing red there's no line that I can cross over that makes me believe I can do anything right. There's no right, no wrong there's just an ALL wrong. That becomes for me problematic. I've gotten so fedup with the hicmic that I stopped at the mall after work. If you know me at all? I hate the fawking mall and shopping. Period! In the end I walked out with a java and someone's phone number wanting me to call them. Will I call? Hell no! They don't need me to complicate their life like I have the lives of so many people who regret to even have gotten to know me. If you've put up with me this long then you're a special kinda person.
I think I'll stop here and just do that... burying thing and maybe the next post will be more positive, lifting and upbeat cause I'm sure not feeling it right now after this week had ended.
G'night folks and have yourselves a great weekend. I'm gonna give it a go, but I wouldn't count on it.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Welcome!
I'd like to welcome Ivan and Cass to this blog site. We're joining forces and placing all our vids, ramblings, thoughts and even book reviews right here for you enjoyment. Basically anything goes on any given day when joining us together. So just sit back and enjoy the ride. You never know what you're gonna get from either one of us on any given day :snickering:
A tribute to commemorate our new blog is the tune Fallen Angels by Aerosmith.
Thanks for following us!
A tribute to commemorate our new blog is the tune Fallen Angels by Aerosmith.
Thanks for following us!
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Wiped Out
Just home and I'm seriously drained. I haven't even had time to check any emails, but I'm sure I'll get to them eventually. Friday was a bullshitter day for me. I almost lost consciousness twice. First at work on my way to get my java and then again at home where my 'rents hovered over me with 'This is not good. We're taking you to the hospital' which is where I wound up. It's always a comforted feeling to be poked and prodded with tests and shit. I have to see my family doc this week to follow up and if anything comes up in the tests they'll give me a shout, but my 'rents are to rush me back into emerge if it happens again. I'm going to be frank and say that I can tell exactly what it is. It's my blood acting up. Again. But who's the patient these days to tell the 'experts' what I think is wrong and have them listen to one iota of what I'm been saying or said. :sighs:
With that said, sorry that I've been remiss and didn't answer any 'summons' since that's what it felt like to me. Thanks to those of you who understand. Now it's 5:50am and fawk it I'm going to bed maybe to crash for the whole gawdamn day!
Laterz and signing off with this song that goes with the way I'm feeling at the moment and the mood I'm in.
With that said, sorry that I've been remiss and didn't answer any 'summons' since that's what it felt like to me. Thanks to those of you who understand. Now it's 5:50am and fawk it I'm going to bed maybe to crash for the whole gawdamn day!
Laterz and signing off with this song that goes with the way I'm feeling at the moment and the mood I'm in.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Standing Alone
Starin' out the window like I'm waiting for a change
As if I'd stare long enough, I'd see it when it came
I used the book of numbers by the silent telephone
I called up everyone I found, but didn't talk to no one
And the rain comes down as if it's trying to wash me away
And there ain't no romantic movin' lines, like they say
Standing Alone, like I got nowhere to go standing alone,
like the day that I was born
Out on my own, I believe this boy has grown, standing alone
Ain't no way to take a blow when every cheek's been turned
I can't show another side when every side's been burned
I'm helpless, can't fight a raging heart
And I got no use for bein' torn apart
And the world don't seem to have no use for me '
Cos you've given nothing, and nothing isn't free
You can't keep it all inside, I need someone else to stand with me by my side
Give me something to fight, something to hold on to
I just don't wanna be standing alone
And the rain comes down as if it's trying to wash me away
And there ain't no romantic movin' lines, like they say
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Natural Instincts by S.J. Frost
Natural Instincts by S.J. FrostMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
This is SJ's attempt at writing a vamp book and let me tell you if you haven't read it yet I highly suggest you do. If you think she's done exceptionally well with the boys of Conquest you don't want to miss out on this one.
I highly recommend reading it.
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For Sidney
This was written for me because the picture I'm posting with it inspired said author Missy Welsh who became a good friend on Goodreads and posted this on her website and I'm so thrilled by it that I'm going to post it here.I enjoyed it I certainly hope you do. When you see or speak to her? Pester her for a novel. I still am.
For Sidney
As a demon tender, Baltassar had learned over the millennia to recognize those he sought regardless of their disguises. The brightest and sweetest smiling face couldn’t hide the creature lurking within from Baltassar’s eyes. This little new one, though, wasn’t even trying.
Oddly shirtless on this chill Chicago evening, the young demon wore low-slung black jeans that showed off his slim hips and a stark trail of black hair below his navel. His skin was pearlescent in the lights from the shops and cars, though smudged and streaked with filth. He was slender but heading for thin and maybe five-foot-eight. Ah, less than, actually, seeing as his clunky black boots had two-inch heels.
He walked with his arms tucked tight against his chest and his head bowed, though he didn’t stumble into anyone, weaving through the bar and restaurant crowd like a native. A curtain of stringy, black hair that was parted down the middle held a hint of red while also sporting twin stripes of white on either side of his face. A face nearly completely hidden with body language that seemed desperate to go unnoticed despite his provocative attire.
Baltassar blended into the crowd as the boy passed him, then made his way closer. Since he didn’t know this demon and it was his job to know them all in this city, he snagged the young one by the back of his dirty neck and wrenched him into step beside him. The boy yelped, reached up to free himself as he stumbled along, then caught sight of his captor. The fight left him immediately. Pleased the boy knew what he was, Baltassar smiled and stalked onward.
He caught sight of blue eyes ringed in kohl that were bloodshot and wary, but they held his own blue eyes steadily for a moment. Those lips were ruby red, the bottom one split on the right side but healing. The little demon was actually rather lovely despite the dark emo makeup and the fact he seemed to have spent a fair amount of time rolling around behind a Dumpster recently. His injury was further testament to his youth since older demons were able to heal themselves nearly instantly.
They reached an alley and Baltassar moved them from the crowd and into the semi-darkness with only a few missed steps from his meek companion. Once they were far enough away from the street to avoid the humans overhearing them, Baltassar released the boy’s neck. His pale, dirty skin was as cold as the late autumn air.
“Reveal yourself.” He erected an invisible barrier beside them to block them from sight.
The boy sent a glance to the sidewalk.
“Ignore them and reveal yourself.”
He swallowed hard and took a small step away from the wall. Baltassar heard the sound of damp flesh separating, a slick and quiet suck, before a small pair of leathery, black wings pushed up and back from behind the demon. Ah. Interesting.
“A Desmodus demon. When was the last time you fed?”
“Three nights ago,” came the soft reply, that head bent again.
“Where did you leave the victim?”
His head snapped up, eyes wide. “I didn’t drain him! I don’t do that. I swear!”
“Calm down.” Regardless of the energy it took, Baltassar added noise-cancelation to the invisible barrier.
“Your kind usually doesn’t care.”
“I care,” he said, glaring for a moment before lowering his head again. “I’m not like them.”
“And why not?” The Desmodus demons were what humans called vampires, and not the romantic kind of fiction and film.
“I was raised human.”
Well, that was surprising. Granted, the little demon’s wings and hunger for blood wouldn’t have manifested until somewhere around his eighteenth year, so it was possible humans could’ve raised him without question. Baltassar had never heard of such a thing in all his years, though.
“Who is your sire?”
“I don’t know. I was orphaned. I’ve heard rumors, but I…don’t want to claim him.”
Baltassar smiled, intrigued by this self-righteous slip of a demon.
“Let me guess. Drake?”
He looked up again, his expression suspicious. “Are you one of them?”
That he couldn’t tell made him very new at all this.
Baltassar vanished the back of his dark gray suit coat and white shirt and unfurled his own wings in answer. Four times the size of the little demon’s and formed by a sleek collection of sparkling bronze feathers, his wings enabled him to soar and now blocked the streetlight overhead, casting them both into shadow. The O of the boy’s red lips was still quite visible, though.
“Does that answer your question, tiny Desmodus?”
He just blinked, looking deliciously awestruck. Then his pretty face scowled again. “I’m not tiny, Angel.”
Baltassar took a step toward him, crowding him back against the wall. The intimidating move was ruined when the boy gasped in pain, his right wing flinching. Baltassar took hold of those bony shoulders and turned him around. They both gasped.
Apparently the split lip wasn’t his only injury. Three angry red gashes marred the perfect blackness of the boy’s wing. Though they didn’t bleed, they looked very painful.
“How did this happen?”
“He did it. Did that and locked me in a cage for the past two nights.”
“Because you asked if he was your sire?”
“I never got the chance to ask.” His hand hovered over the back of his head. “I didn’t wake up until a few hours ago.” When he dropped his hand, it was rather obvious he had a goose egg of a knot on his skull.
“Does it feel better when your wings are hidden?” he asked, resisting the urge to pet and heal those wounds. Though demon, this one was an innocent. He needed a guide.
The boy nodded. “It still hurts, but it’s not as bad.”
“Then put them away.”
He folded them down, the skin of them going as pale as the boy’s back. He moved his hair over one shoulder before the small wings tucked up tight against his back and faded from sight. The three gashes remained, a testament to his injury, and he threw his hair back again, hiding them.
Baltassar hid his own, reassembling his clothing as well, and gently urged him to turn around again. “What is your name?”
“Timmy, um, Timothy.” A blush bloomed on his cheeks.
He felt his lips twitch as he forced himself not to smile. “I am Baltassar, Timothy, and you are coming home with me.”
“What?”
“Come along,” he said and took the boy’s hand. Timothy followed readily enough, though Baltassar could see his disbelief in his open staring.
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m a demon tender. Part of my job is to act as police officer, occasionally as judge, and often as councilor.” He spared him a glance, smiling at the adorably awed look. “You are in need of the latter as well as a healer.”
They rejoined the bustling crowd, full darkness now descended, and Baltassar realized Timothy was nearly running beside him on those skinny legs. He slowed his pace and fought down the urge to pick up the boy. It had been far too long since he’d had someone in his bed and, though it might be very wrong of him to take advantage of this situation, he knew he was going to invite Timothy into his bed tonight. He even knew how since first offering the boy his blood to heal him damn near immediately would bring out the lust in him. Taking advantage of that would be easy.
They reached his townhouse shortly and went right inside. There was no need for him to lock doors or install a security system since no supernatural being would dare and no human could even see the door.
“Upstairs to the shower with you,” he said, tugging Timothy’s arm toward the stairs before letting his hand go to pop his butt. Bouncy. He smiled when a pale hand covered the spot and he sent him a surprised look.
“You want me to shower?”
“You don’t?” he asked, following him up.
That got him a genuine smile over a slim shoulder as they reached the landing. The whole house was neutral tones because he’d never bothered to truly decorate in the years he’d been in Chicago. His little demon was an intriguing splash of ink on a white wall.
He also seemed to recognize the crackle of attraction coming from Baltassar as he glanced into the bathroom and then looked up at him with those ruby lips parted.
“I’m going to hover up here to make sure you have help if you should need it.” He lifted his hand to the back of the boy’s head without touching. “It’s a nasty bump.”
“Oh. Alright.” He stepped into the beige tiled room and flicked on the light. His hair shone blue along with the dyed red and white streaks. Patriotic of him.
“Clean linens there,” he said, pointing to the cupboard. “Do not put those jeans back on. There’s a robe on the back of the door you can use.” It would dwarf that lean frame and he looked forward to seeing that.
Timothy nodded and went into the bathroom. Baltassar closed the door, but not all the way, and went into his bedroom. He sat in the wingback chair beside his bed and closed his eyes. Concentrating fully on sound, he managed to hear the whir of metal teeth as Timothy unzipped his jeans and then the shush of them sliding down his legs. A little muffled curse, then tugging and clunking sounds as, no doubt, he dealt with his boots.
More shushing before the double sound of cloth hitting tile, then quiet footsteps. The water kicked on, sounding like a rainstorm to Baltassar’s ears, but he didn’t miss the boy’s sigh as the sound of the water changed for hitting his skin.
He sighed himself, slowly rubbing his cock and enjoying the pressure of his dress pants holding him back. He imagined the dirt sloughing off that white skin. Perhaps a pink flush highlighted where the hot water fell across his shoulders and chest. He licked his lips imagining what other parts of his little demon might be pink. Nipples, certainly. Were they small as well? Nickel-sized and dying to be nibbled? Cock and balls, definitely. Pale pink and surrounded by black curls? Delightful image, that. And would that black fuzz also stretch back to his tight pink hole? He very much hoped so.
As the water went off, Baltassar stopped listening so intently and stood to remove his suit coat. He hug it up and spent a moment willing it pressed and fresh. He would do the same for the boy’s clothes as soon as he could. Smiling, he had a flash fantasy of Timothy back in his jeans and boots with one of his own dress shirts billowing around that svelte frame. The red one to highlight those amazing lips and make his pale skin shimmer.
He returned to his chair as he heard the door open. Timothy then stood in the doorway, and he was struck by the beauty of that ethereal, young face. Sans black makeup, he looked achingly sweet and innocent. He’d braided his wet hair, the tail draping over his shoulder. Big blue eyes blinking, he licked his bottom lip.
The white, terrycloth robe did dwarf him adorably.
“Sit here,” Baltassar said and patted his lap.
Caution and curiosity radiated off the boy as he walked closer. Baltassar bit his own lip to keep from smiling at the charming sight of the boy holding up the robe so he wouldn’t trip on it. Then he turned and let Baltassar guide him onto his thigh. The robe slipped off one lean leg, revealing that his toes just grazed the carpeting. Adorable.
Those big eyes blinked at him as he loosened his tie, removed it, and opened his white shirt halfway down his chest. Did the boy realize he licked his lips again while he stared at the golden fur covering Baltassar’s chest? He looked forward to letting him play in it.
“Here,” he said and tipped his head, exposing his neck.
Timothy jerked away, his eyes bugging as he gasped. It was actually a good reaction as far as Baltassar was concerned. The shock spoke of his innocence and human sensibilities.
“Come now. I know you know what to do with a bared jugular.”
“B-but you’re an angel!”
“Yes, and I’m offering myself to you so you can heal and feed. You need both.” He took hold of his upper arm and eased him closer.
He swallowed hard, resting both hands on his chest. One finger rubbed the hair it found, the rest firmly on top of his shirt. Timothy searched his eyes. Finally, he nodded and leaned close, his breath fast across Baltassar’s neck.
“I won’t take much,” he whispered and softly licked his intended target area.
“You’ll take as much as you need, boy.” He wrapped his braid around his wrist and held the base of it, near his skull, to press that mouth to his neck. He felt those plump lips part and the little sting of his fangs piercing his skin. They both moaned as he started sucking.
As he rubbed the boy’s back, he felt his wings trying to lift and spread. A few tugs at the robe had the top half falling down, caught on his elbows. He chuckled when Timothy whined against his neck at having his arms moved, apparently worried he was making him stop already.
“Shh, shh,” he said and put each hand back on his chest after freeing them. He wrapped his other arm around that slim body, watching his black wings stretch and shiver. “Just drink, sweetheart. Everything’s fine.”
He petted his skin, feeling the heat infusing it and how the muscles firmed with every sloppy sound from the little demon’s sucking mouth. The poor thing was half-starved if the improvements in him could be so easily recognized. Since he could spare the blood without ill effects, he just held him and stroked him, letting him drink his fill.
Finally, with a moan, Timothy released him and slowly, firmly, licked the little wounds to seal them. It was unnecessary but sweet since Baltassar could feel them healing completely before that soft tongue finished its swipe. Then Timothy was leaning his head on his shoulder and panting lightly, relaxed and— Baltassar smiled when he looked down and saw the flushed cock pointing up from between the folds of his robe, the foreskin revealing a red crown the same color as the demon’s lips.
“Feel better?” he asked quietly as those wings relaxed down now, folding partially and feeling like living leather on the backs of his hands.
He nodded slowly then sat up. His previously pale face was prettily flushed pink now, his lips as red as ever and sporting a dash of blood in one corner. The cut was gone.
Baltassar eased him close with the hand still holding his braid and licked the smear of his blood from Timothy’s lip. He smiled at the wide-eyed look he gave him. “Do you think me a tiny Desmodus as well?”
He growled lowly, frowning, and looked pointedly down. “Not tiny, Angel.”
Baltassar laughed and nodded because, no, he was most definitely not any kind of small. Then the grinning imp untied his robe before he wiggled around to straddle his thighs. He rubbed his hard cock into Baltassar’s stomach, biting his lip now as he kept grinning.
“Such a temptation,” he said and held Timothy’s hip to still him for a moment. He unwrapped his hand from his hair and watched Timothy’s face as he unbuttoned his shirt completely. Soon the boy had furry skin and rippled muscles to rub against and did so with little moans and a quiet giggle.
“Don’t come on me yet,” he said, feeling that fiery rod leaking against him. “Not without my cock up this pert ass.” He squeezed both full cheeks, his fingers dipping in to pull them apart.
Timothy gasped and sat back. “I’ve never done that.”
“Well, aren’t you lucky your first fuck will be from an angel.”
He rolled his eyes. “You fuck a lot of new demons? That part of your—”
“No. Not at all.” He cupped his cheek and scraped his thumb across his bottom lip. “I’ve just discovered I have a bit of a dark side, is all.” He smiled. “That bit being you, by the way.”
He snorted at him. “What is it with your obsession for my size? I’m tough, you know.” He set about unbuckling Baltassar’s belt with a confidence his shaking hands betrayed.
Baltassar took off his shirt and let his own wings out to stretch. He didn’t miss the many times Timothy’s eyes flicked back and forth between his work to free Baltassar’s cock and his wings. Perhaps he’d let the boy fuck him from behind later so he could hold onto them while he drove into him.
“You do have a devious smile sometimes,” Timothy said as he struggled to free him from his boxers. “For an angel.”
He wrapped his arms around him, hugging him to his chest and stood up so his pants and the robe could fall to his ankles. Timothy practically purred and tucked his skinny legs up along Baltassar’s sides as he sat back down. He leaned back and held out a hand, willing the lube from the bedside drawer into his palm without the need for stretching and searching. Timothy was biting his lip again.
“Sweetheart, do you really think you have anything to worry about considering my demonstrated talents? I could will the lube inside you and your muscles loosened, but I prefer a little more manual involvement than that.”
He let his lip go and nodded. “Okay.” Then he watched as Baltassar slicked up a couple fingers and reached his hand down behind him. “Oh!”
He chuckled at him, painting his pucker—and quite a lot of soft hair—with lube. The boy’s cock twitched against his belly as he gasped and arched his back. The move had the tip of one finger pushing into him. Timothy groaned and moved to get more.
Baltassar chuckled, pushing deeper with every small thrust. Those tight muscles trembled around his finger, so he added a bit of influence that had Timothy dropping against his chest with a long exhale. His whole body relaxed.
“Just feel this and breathe, sweetheart,” he said, again petting his back and the bases of his wings. “There’s nothing else for you to do right now.”
“Mmm,” he said back, his fingers slowly combing through Baltassar’s chest hair and teasing a nipple taut.
“Mmm-mmm.”
He kissed his forehead and added another finger to the sound of more humming from his lazy little demon. Yes, it had been far too long since he’d had such a sweet partner in his bed, well, chair. He let his fingers play in that soft, heated embrace and kissed the clean, cool skin of his forehead and cheeks. Timothy was beautiful like this.
Baltassar willed his cock covered in lube and more inside the channel his fingers slowly left empty. His demon made a sad sound.
“Hush, now,” he said, shaking his other hand free of his braid before holding his hips. “Lift up and take me into you.”
Timothy bit his abused bottom lip again and used Baltassar’s shoulders for leverage as he lifted up. The worry on his sweet face was so cute.
“Sink down and take me as fast as you want,” he said, holding his cock in place. “There’s no rush.” Though he had to exert a little extra willpower himself when that tight sheath ever so slowly took him in.
“Oh! Wow,” he said, his face full of open wonder.
Baltassar smiled. “See?”
Timothy sank faster, his head back as he grinned lopsidedly at the ceiling. He chuckled, the sound dark and holding a promise that made Baltassar’s breath catch. A moment later, it was he who made noise when Timothy started bouncing.
His eager demon stole his breath and blanked his mind as that lean body went up and down faster and faster.
He’d had every intention of taking this slowly, but Timothy was definitely enjoying himself as he grinned.
Baltassar had to fight for his control when he caught sight of pearly white fangs framed by blood-red lips.
His control shattered when Timothy sat fully on him and rotated his little hips while jacking himself hard. As
Baltassar came, he actually screamed into Timothy’s hair while clutching tight to pair of black wings. Because he had his head down like that, he caught the first two shots from Timothy’s erupting cock right on his cheek and chin. He laughed for that and groaned for the rhythmic squeezing of Timothy’s ass all along his cock. He gulped a breath and wiped at his face as he sat back.
When that lean body thumped against his chest, Baltassar wrapped his arms around Timothy and just held on while they both panted. He fought off saying anything about how unexpectedly amazing that had been. He also resisted saying any such fool thing as possibly begging the boy to never leave his arms. Then his cock slid out, making a rude sound as it did, and Timothy laughed, causing him to laugh too.
Then his little Desmodus demon looked up at him, cheeks flushed, brow sweaty, and lips sporting a huge grin.
“That was awesome.”
“It was.” He smoothed both hands back from Timothy’s face and into his hair, unable to resist petting even as he tried not to cuddle too much.
Timothy, though, cuddled him by leaning hard and tucking his arms as far behind Baltassar as he could worm them. “Can I stay for a while more?”
“As long as you like,” he said before he could stop himself. Ah, yes, he was done for.
“Mmm,” he said on a sigh.
Well, it was pointless to resist now. He gave in and offered, “I could help you with your search for your relatives, as well. If you want.”
“I don’t know. I still don’t think I want to claim him.” He pulled back and gave him a little grin. “Could I give up being a demon and be an angel instead?”
Baltassar’s breath caught because yes, he could do that but it would require declaring undying love for an angel to do it. No. Far too early for that. He smiled and tipped his chin up more. “Be a demon a bit longer, sweetheart. I seem to have found my dark side.” He thumbed one tiny fang, cutting his own skin.
Timothy hummed as he captured his thumb between those lovely lips and started sucking, a wicked light in his blue eyes. Baltassar groaned quietly and moved them to the bed while Timothy held on and grinned at him. He settled on top of him and set his much blunter teeth to the boy’s neck, making a growling noise, as his little demon laughed.
For Sidney
As a demon tender, Baltassar had learned over the millennia to recognize those he sought regardless of their disguises. The brightest and sweetest smiling face couldn’t hide the creature lurking within from Baltassar’s eyes. This little new one, though, wasn’t even trying.
Oddly shirtless on this chill Chicago evening, the young demon wore low-slung black jeans that showed off his slim hips and a stark trail of black hair below his navel. His skin was pearlescent in the lights from the shops and cars, though smudged and streaked with filth. He was slender but heading for thin and maybe five-foot-eight. Ah, less than, actually, seeing as his clunky black boots had two-inch heels.
He walked with his arms tucked tight against his chest and his head bowed, though he didn’t stumble into anyone, weaving through the bar and restaurant crowd like a native. A curtain of stringy, black hair that was parted down the middle held a hint of red while also sporting twin stripes of white on either side of his face. A face nearly completely hidden with body language that seemed desperate to go unnoticed despite his provocative attire.
Baltassar blended into the crowd as the boy passed him, then made his way closer. Since he didn’t know this demon and it was his job to know them all in this city, he snagged the young one by the back of his dirty neck and wrenched him into step beside him. The boy yelped, reached up to free himself as he stumbled along, then caught sight of his captor. The fight left him immediately. Pleased the boy knew what he was, Baltassar smiled and stalked onward.
He caught sight of blue eyes ringed in kohl that were bloodshot and wary, but they held his own blue eyes steadily for a moment. Those lips were ruby red, the bottom one split on the right side but healing. The little demon was actually rather lovely despite the dark emo makeup and the fact he seemed to have spent a fair amount of time rolling around behind a Dumpster recently. His injury was further testament to his youth since older demons were able to heal themselves nearly instantly.
They reached an alley and Baltassar moved them from the crowd and into the semi-darkness with only a few missed steps from his meek companion. Once they were far enough away from the street to avoid the humans overhearing them, Baltassar released the boy’s neck. His pale, dirty skin was as cold as the late autumn air.
“Reveal yourself.” He erected an invisible barrier beside them to block them from sight.
The boy sent a glance to the sidewalk.
“Ignore them and reveal yourself.”
He swallowed hard and took a small step away from the wall. Baltassar heard the sound of damp flesh separating, a slick and quiet suck, before a small pair of leathery, black wings pushed up and back from behind the demon. Ah. Interesting.
“A Desmodus demon. When was the last time you fed?”
“Three nights ago,” came the soft reply, that head bent again.
“Where did you leave the victim?”
His head snapped up, eyes wide. “I didn’t drain him! I don’t do that. I swear!”
“Calm down.” Regardless of the energy it took, Baltassar added noise-cancelation to the invisible barrier.
“Your kind usually doesn’t care.”
“I care,” he said, glaring for a moment before lowering his head again. “I’m not like them.”
“And why not?” The Desmodus demons were what humans called vampires, and not the romantic kind of fiction and film.
“I was raised human.”
Well, that was surprising. Granted, the little demon’s wings and hunger for blood wouldn’t have manifested until somewhere around his eighteenth year, so it was possible humans could’ve raised him without question. Baltassar had never heard of such a thing in all his years, though.
“Who is your sire?”
“I don’t know. I was orphaned. I’ve heard rumors, but I…don’t want to claim him.”
Baltassar smiled, intrigued by this self-righteous slip of a demon.
“Let me guess. Drake?”
He looked up again, his expression suspicious. “Are you one of them?”
That he couldn’t tell made him very new at all this.
Baltassar vanished the back of his dark gray suit coat and white shirt and unfurled his own wings in answer. Four times the size of the little demon’s and formed by a sleek collection of sparkling bronze feathers, his wings enabled him to soar and now blocked the streetlight overhead, casting them both into shadow. The O of the boy’s red lips was still quite visible, though.
“Does that answer your question, tiny Desmodus?”
He just blinked, looking deliciously awestruck. Then his pretty face scowled again. “I’m not tiny, Angel.”
Baltassar took a step toward him, crowding him back against the wall. The intimidating move was ruined when the boy gasped in pain, his right wing flinching. Baltassar took hold of those bony shoulders and turned him around. They both gasped.
Apparently the split lip wasn’t his only injury. Three angry red gashes marred the perfect blackness of the boy’s wing. Though they didn’t bleed, they looked very painful.
“How did this happen?”
“He did it. Did that and locked me in a cage for the past two nights.”
“Because you asked if he was your sire?”
“I never got the chance to ask.” His hand hovered over the back of his head. “I didn’t wake up until a few hours ago.” When he dropped his hand, it was rather obvious he had a goose egg of a knot on his skull.
“Does it feel better when your wings are hidden?” he asked, resisting the urge to pet and heal those wounds. Though demon, this one was an innocent. He needed a guide.
The boy nodded. “It still hurts, but it’s not as bad.”
“Then put them away.”
He folded them down, the skin of them going as pale as the boy’s back. He moved his hair over one shoulder before the small wings tucked up tight against his back and faded from sight. The three gashes remained, a testament to his injury, and he threw his hair back again, hiding them.
Baltassar hid his own, reassembling his clothing as well, and gently urged him to turn around again. “What is your name?”
“Timmy, um, Timothy.” A blush bloomed on his cheeks.
He felt his lips twitch as he forced himself not to smile. “I am Baltassar, Timothy, and you are coming home with me.”
“What?”
“Come along,” he said and took the boy’s hand. Timothy followed readily enough, though Baltassar could see his disbelief in his open staring.
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m a demon tender. Part of my job is to act as police officer, occasionally as judge, and often as councilor.” He spared him a glance, smiling at the adorably awed look. “You are in need of the latter as well as a healer.”
They rejoined the bustling crowd, full darkness now descended, and Baltassar realized Timothy was nearly running beside him on those skinny legs. He slowed his pace and fought down the urge to pick up the boy. It had been far too long since he’d had someone in his bed and, though it might be very wrong of him to take advantage of this situation, he knew he was going to invite Timothy into his bed tonight. He even knew how since first offering the boy his blood to heal him damn near immediately would bring out the lust in him. Taking advantage of that would be easy.
They reached his townhouse shortly and went right inside. There was no need for him to lock doors or install a security system since no supernatural being would dare and no human could even see the door.
“Upstairs to the shower with you,” he said, tugging Timothy’s arm toward the stairs before letting his hand go to pop his butt. Bouncy. He smiled when a pale hand covered the spot and he sent him a surprised look.
“You want me to shower?”
“You don’t?” he asked, following him up.
That got him a genuine smile over a slim shoulder as they reached the landing. The whole house was neutral tones because he’d never bothered to truly decorate in the years he’d been in Chicago. His little demon was an intriguing splash of ink on a white wall.
He also seemed to recognize the crackle of attraction coming from Baltassar as he glanced into the bathroom and then looked up at him with those ruby lips parted.
“I’m going to hover up here to make sure you have help if you should need it.” He lifted his hand to the back of the boy’s head without touching. “It’s a nasty bump.”
“Oh. Alright.” He stepped into the beige tiled room and flicked on the light. His hair shone blue along with the dyed red and white streaks. Patriotic of him.
“Clean linens there,” he said, pointing to the cupboard. “Do not put those jeans back on. There’s a robe on the back of the door you can use.” It would dwarf that lean frame and he looked forward to seeing that.
Timothy nodded and went into the bathroom. Baltassar closed the door, but not all the way, and went into his bedroom. He sat in the wingback chair beside his bed and closed his eyes. Concentrating fully on sound, he managed to hear the whir of metal teeth as Timothy unzipped his jeans and then the shush of them sliding down his legs. A little muffled curse, then tugging and clunking sounds as, no doubt, he dealt with his boots.
More shushing before the double sound of cloth hitting tile, then quiet footsteps. The water kicked on, sounding like a rainstorm to Baltassar’s ears, but he didn’t miss the boy’s sigh as the sound of the water changed for hitting his skin.
He sighed himself, slowly rubbing his cock and enjoying the pressure of his dress pants holding him back. He imagined the dirt sloughing off that white skin. Perhaps a pink flush highlighted where the hot water fell across his shoulders and chest. He licked his lips imagining what other parts of his little demon might be pink. Nipples, certainly. Were they small as well? Nickel-sized and dying to be nibbled? Cock and balls, definitely. Pale pink and surrounded by black curls? Delightful image, that. And would that black fuzz also stretch back to his tight pink hole? He very much hoped so.
As the water went off, Baltassar stopped listening so intently and stood to remove his suit coat. He hug it up and spent a moment willing it pressed and fresh. He would do the same for the boy’s clothes as soon as he could. Smiling, he had a flash fantasy of Timothy back in his jeans and boots with one of his own dress shirts billowing around that svelte frame. The red one to highlight those amazing lips and make his pale skin shimmer.
He returned to his chair as he heard the door open. Timothy then stood in the doorway, and he was struck by the beauty of that ethereal, young face. Sans black makeup, he looked achingly sweet and innocent. He’d braided his wet hair, the tail draping over his shoulder. Big blue eyes blinking, he licked his bottom lip.
The white, terrycloth robe did dwarf him adorably.
“Sit here,” Baltassar said and patted his lap.
Caution and curiosity radiated off the boy as he walked closer. Baltassar bit his own lip to keep from smiling at the charming sight of the boy holding up the robe so he wouldn’t trip on it. Then he turned and let Baltassar guide him onto his thigh. The robe slipped off one lean leg, revealing that his toes just grazed the carpeting. Adorable.
Those big eyes blinked at him as he loosened his tie, removed it, and opened his white shirt halfway down his chest. Did the boy realize he licked his lips again while he stared at the golden fur covering Baltassar’s chest? He looked forward to letting him play in it.
“Here,” he said and tipped his head, exposing his neck.
Timothy jerked away, his eyes bugging as he gasped. It was actually a good reaction as far as Baltassar was concerned. The shock spoke of his innocence and human sensibilities.
“Come now. I know you know what to do with a bared jugular.”
“B-but you’re an angel!”
“Yes, and I’m offering myself to you so you can heal and feed. You need both.” He took hold of his upper arm and eased him closer.
He swallowed hard, resting both hands on his chest. One finger rubbed the hair it found, the rest firmly on top of his shirt. Timothy searched his eyes. Finally, he nodded and leaned close, his breath fast across Baltassar’s neck.
“I won’t take much,” he whispered and softly licked his intended target area.
“You’ll take as much as you need, boy.” He wrapped his braid around his wrist and held the base of it, near his skull, to press that mouth to his neck. He felt those plump lips part and the little sting of his fangs piercing his skin. They both moaned as he started sucking.
As he rubbed the boy’s back, he felt his wings trying to lift and spread. A few tugs at the robe had the top half falling down, caught on his elbows. He chuckled when Timothy whined against his neck at having his arms moved, apparently worried he was making him stop already.
“Shh, shh,” he said and put each hand back on his chest after freeing them. He wrapped his other arm around that slim body, watching his black wings stretch and shiver. “Just drink, sweetheart. Everything’s fine.”
He petted his skin, feeling the heat infusing it and how the muscles firmed with every sloppy sound from the little demon’s sucking mouth. The poor thing was half-starved if the improvements in him could be so easily recognized. Since he could spare the blood without ill effects, he just held him and stroked him, letting him drink his fill.
Finally, with a moan, Timothy released him and slowly, firmly, licked the little wounds to seal them. It was unnecessary but sweet since Baltassar could feel them healing completely before that soft tongue finished its swipe. Then Timothy was leaning his head on his shoulder and panting lightly, relaxed and— Baltassar smiled when he looked down and saw the flushed cock pointing up from between the folds of his robe, the foreskin revealing a red crown the same color as the demon’s lips.
“Feel better?” he asked quietly as those wings relaxed down now, folding partially and feeling like living leather on the backs of his hands.
He nodded slowly then sat up. His previously pale face was prettily flushed pink now, his lips as red as ever and sporting a dash of blood in one corner. The cut was gone.
Baltassar eased him close with the hand still holding his braid and licked the smear of his blood from Timothy’s lip. He smiled at the wide-eyed look he gave him. “Do you think me a tiny Desmodus as well?”
He growled lowly, frowning, and looked pointedly down. “Not tiny, Angel.”
Baltassar laughed and nodded because, no, he was most definitely not any kind of small. Then the grinning imp untied his robe before he wiggled around to straddle his thighs. He rubbed his hard cock into Baltassar’s stomach, biting his lip now as he kept grinning.
“Such a temptation,” he said and held Timothy’s hip to still him for a moment. He unwrapped his hand from his hair and watched Timothy’s face as he unbuttoned his shirt completely. Soon the boy had furry skin and rippled muscles to rub against and did so with little moans and a quiet giggle.
“Don’t come on me yet,” he said, feeling that fiery rod leaking against him. “Not without my cock up this pert ass.” He squeezed both full cheeks, his fingers dipping in to pull them apart.
Timothy gasped and sat back. “I’ve never done that.”
“Well, aren’t you lucky your first fuck will be from an angel.”
He rolled his eyes. “You fuck a lot of new demons? That part of your—”
“No. Not at all.” He cupped his cheek and scraped his thumb across his bottom lip. “I’ve just discovered I have a bit of a dark side, is all.” He smiled. “That bit being you, by the way.”
He snorted at him. “What is it with your obsession for my size? I’m tough, you know.” He set about unbuckling Baltassar’s belt with a confidence his shaking hands betrayed.
Baltassar took off his shirt and let his own wings out to stretch. He didn’t miss the many times Timothy’s eyes flicked back and forth between his work to free Baltassar’s cock and his wings. Perhaps he’d let the boy fuck him from behind later so he could hold onto them while he drove into him.
“You do have a devious smile sometimes,” Timothy said as he struggled to free him from his boxers. “For an angel.”
He wrapped his arms around him, hugging him to his chest and stood up so his pants and the robe could fall to his ankles. Timothy practically purred and tucked his skinny legs up along Baltassar’s sides as he sat back down. He leaned back and held out a hand, willing the lube from the bedside drawer into his palm without the need for stretching and searching. Timothy was biting his lip again.
“Sweetheart, do you really think you have anything to worry about considering my demonstrated talents? I could will the lube inside you and your muscles loosened, but I prefer a little more manual involvement than that.”
He let his lip go and nodded. “Okay.” Then he watched as Baltassar slicked up a couple fingers and reached his hand down behind him. “Oh!”
He chuckled at him, painting his pucker—and quite a lot of soft hair—with lube. The boy’s cock twitched against his belly as he gasped and arched his back. The move had the tip of one finger pushing into him. Timothy groaned and moved to get more.
Baltassar chuckled, pushing deeper with every small thrust. Those tight muscles trembled around his finger, so he added a bit of influence that had Timothy dropping against his chest with a long exhale. His whole body relaxed.
“Just feel this and breathe, sweetheart,” he said, again petting his back and the bases of his wings. “There’s nothing else for you to do right now.”
“Mmm,” he said back, his fingers slowly combing through Baltassar’s chest hair and teasing a nipple taut.
“Mmm-mmm.”
He kissed his forehead and added another finger to the sound of more humming from his lazy little demon. Yes, it had been far too long since he’d had such a sweet partner in his bed, well, chair. He let his fingers play in that soft, heated embrace and kissed the clean, cool skin of his forehead and cheeks. Timothy was beautiful like this.
Baltassar willed his cock covered in lube and more inside the channel his fingers slowly left empty. His demon made a sad sound.
“Hush, now,” he said, shaking his other hand free of his braid before holding his hips. “Lift up and take me into you.”
Timothy bit his abused bottom lip again and used Baltassar’s shoulders for leverage as he lifted up. The worry on his sweet face was so cute.
“Sink down and take me as fast as you want,” he said, holding his cock in place. “There’s no rush.” Though he had to exert a little extra willpower himself when that tight sheath ever so slowly took him in.
“Oh! Wow,” he said, his face full of open wonder.
Baltassar smiled. “See?”
Timothy sank faster, his head back as he grinned lopsidedly at the ceiling. He chuckled, the sound dark and holding a promise that made Baltassar’s breath catch. A moment later, it was he who made noise when Timothy started bouncing.
His eager demon stole his breath and blanked his mind as that lean body went up and down faster and faster.
He’d had every intention of taking this slowly, but Timothy was definitely enjoying himself as he grinned.
Baltassar had to fight for his control when he caught sight of pearly white fangs framed by blood-red lips.
His control shattered when Timothy sat fully on him and rotated his little hips while jacking himself hard. As
Baltassar came, he actually screamed into Timothy’s hair while clutching tight to pair of black wings. Because he had his head down like that, he caught the first two shots from Timothy’s erupting cock right on his cheek and chin. He laughed for that and groaned for the rhythmic squeezing of Timothy’s ass all along his cock. He gulped a breath and wiped at his face as he sat back.
When that lean body thumped against his chest, Baltassar wrapped his arms around Timothy and just held on while they both panted. He fought off saying anything about how unexpectedly amazing that had been. He also resisted saying any such fool thing as possibly begging the boy to never leave his arms. Then his cock slid out, making a rude sound as it did, and Timothy laughed, causing him to laugh too.
Then his little Desmodus demon looked up at him, cheeks flushed, brow sweaty, and lips sporting a huge grin.
“That was awesome.”
“It was.” He smoothed both hands back from Timothy’s face and into his hair, unable to resist petting even as he tried not to cuddle too much.
Timothy, though, cuddled him by leaning hard and tucking his arms as far behind Baltassar as he could worm them. “Can I stay for a while more?”
“As long as you like,” he said before he could stop himself. Ah, yes, he was done for.
“Mmm,” he said on a sigh.
Well, it was pointless to resist now. He gave in and offered, “I could help you with your search for your relatives, as well. If you want.”
“I don’t know. I still don’t think I want to claim him.” He pulled back and gave him a little grin. “Could I give up being a demon and be an angel instead?”
Baltassar’s breath caught because yes, he could do that but it would require declaring undying love for an angel to do it. No. Far too early for that. He smiled and tipped his chin up more. “Be a demon a bit longer, sweetheart. I seem to have found my dark side.” He thumbed one tiny fang, cutting his own skin.
Timothy hummed as he captured his thumb between those lovely lips and started sucking, a wicked light in his blue eyes. Baltassar groaned quietly and moved them to the bed while Timothy held on and grinned at him. He settled on top of him and set his much blunter teeth to the boy’s neck, making a growling noise, as his little demon laughed.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Into the Light (Clear Water Creek Chronicles, #1) by Scarlet Blackwell
Into the Light by Scarlet BlackwellMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
**** 4.5 **** Major spoilers on this review.
Hmm so much controversy on this book which prompted me to insert my own view and comments on this one, but I'll start with saying: VERY POWERFUL STORY.
I say this about this book cause it's what's common fact these days and that's bullying. We see it everyday whether in real life or on the news, we read of it on all venues and we know of it and everyone has been subjected to it in one form or other in their daily lives growing up or currently. You can be subjected to being bullied at any age. From school, home, socially and even in your work place by your piers, co-workers and you own bosses. This story hits dead on to one of these events. This book will give you the reality of it being out there and what's in this book is NOT fiction folks but FACT if you can bring it upon yourself to reading it.
Any-fawking-how, on to my thoughts of this book.
So we have Sean who having his little closeted crush on Eden picked on him in school rather than befriend him because Sean denied the feelings that were hidden away inside himself of his extreme like for Eden and along with the peer pressure of his little gang that he hung with chose the more disapproving method. I recall as a kid growing up that we were told if someone picked on you it was because they liked you and due to the immaturity level chose that as a means to show this instead of coming right out and saying it to the other. This can therefore be demeaning and hurtful without the one party being aware of the others true intentions.
I believe at one point that Sean didn't think when he'd mentioned his anger at Eden showing him up in class that his 'buddies' would take it to the extreme levels that they had when they cornered Eden in the alley on his way home from school. Rough him up some? Yeah, but to take it to such a disgusting, demeaning and criminal level? No. Sean did throw one punch to make him seem tough, but when it came down to the actually crime in question Sean froze and couldn't contribute his part in it although his so called friends jabbed, pressured and tried coaxing him into it. Rather, Sean froze, traumatized and was even the one to remain after the crime of forced rape had been committed.
I personally can and cannot blame Sean here. Yeah Sean was pissed off at Eden from what occurred in the classroom, yet Sean did NOT take part in raping Eden.
Now many of you can say that Sean did nothing, but sit/stand there and watch without getting help so therefore he's guiltly by association and just being present at the scene of the crime when he could have stopped those assholes or at least gotten help and I'm telling you it's not so.
The author I believe must have been in that situation perhaps or knew of someone who had because Sean's reaction or lack there of was done to a T and perfectly. I can tell you this for a fact and here's why: My kid stood during recess and watched a bully pound his best friends face 5 times with his fist. His nose was fractured in 3 places, his braces were damaged which cut into his lips and damaged some of his teeth. When I probed my kid and asked if he did anything you know what his answer was? I didn't! I was so shocked and we didn't expect that to happen. I was froze and just couldn't move! I wanted to help, but I was seriously shocked, but when it got broken up I did give him my water and helped wipe off some of the blood and we took him to the principal's office to report it.
What does that tell you folks? Don't judge unless you've been there yourself a time or two.
But after all Eden came back eighteen years later with his own love/hate for Sean. He flaunted himself with his own intentions in mind and reasoning for what he'd done, but they fell for one another and for Eden Sean came out of the closet, confessed to what he'd done and Eden's request and to me that says a hellova lot for the man that Sean became. I have to sympathize with Sean for the years of torture he'd put himself through. I do think that after Eden was raped if his parents out of shame, yeah I say that because I'm sure that's why Eden's 'rents moved them far away because they didn't want the community shame of knowing his son had been raped to be exposed rather than report it, Sean would have readily taken his just deserts if the cops had knocked on his door then and not have waited all those years after Eden's return. My way of seeing it: The guilt for too many years, the final outcome, Sean fessing up to make Eden happy and love him and his leaving everything behind for Eden? Sean has more than redeemed himself.
In a nutshell, the content of this book is not for everyone mind you, but it was well written, dayum well thought out and if you can obliterate and look past the actual criminal content of what took place in this story it would be an enjoyable read to those looking for that huge touch of angst.
I leave this review with commending the author on a book well written and exceptionally done where I'm concerned.
Bravo!
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