The Eternal Fall

He had found driving quite enjoyable, a new experience that could rival flying. However driving for a week with no idea where you were going did tend to take the edge off of the experience. He had found that the coins and paper notes in his wallet had come in handy, he had never felt hunger before and it had taken him a while to realise what exactly the reason for his stomach growling was, food was a new experience to. Up until now he had been sleeping in the confines of the car but recently there had been an uncomfortable presence following him which he had been unable to shake. He had decided he must find a place inhabited to stay, it was getting dark and for some reason that was when the anxious feeling was at its strongest.

A building came into sight in the distance, lit up by large lettering on its roof, he squinted and read the name ‘Anglo Bar And Inn’. He turned in to the rough grounded car park which was full of different types of cars as well as a number of motorbikes. The feelings had lessened as he noticed people within the building and outside of it; hesitantly he got out of the car and walked over to the doors. He was greeted by the sound of people playing pool and talking, loud music, many of the patrons were laughing and quite drunk . Attempting to be as invisible as possible he made his way to the bar and caught the attention of a buxom lady,

“Why hello Hun’” she smiled “what can I get you?” the woman leant down on the bars edge,

“I’d like to stay one night please” He replied nervously, unused to talking to people. It appeared the lady noticed his nervousness and smiled lovingly,

“Sure Hun, travelling on your own?” She questioned, giving a man nearby who had been ogling the young girl a death glare,

“Yes” he replied, ignoring the eyes around him,

“First time I’m guessing, don’t worry about the lead heads in here, their harmless really. Can I ask you your name Hun? “ she took out a large black notebook as she spoke, opening it up to the current date,

“Mi... Faye” he corrected himself, “My names Faye” the landlady smiled and scribbled down the name,

“Okay Faye, I have a room available upstairs for you, double bed nice and big and a wet room – is that ok for you?” she tilted her head and smile as Faye nodded, “You can go up now, or you can have a drink down here, we serve food as well – guessing you might be a little hungry?” Faye looked up from the floor,

“A drink would be nice” he replied, licking his lips – it felt strange being treated in such a tender way, technically he was older than this woman yet she was treating him like a lost child, “water please”

“Oh come on Hun” the lady tutted, “I think you need something a little stronger than water” she took a large decanter from the back of the bar and a tumbler, pouring into it a dark liquid, “I think Dr Jack Daniels is what you need” she chuckled and handed the glass to Faye who peered at it as if it were about to attack her, “throw it back, that’s the best way to take it” the woman laughed.

Faye threw her head back as she gulped down the liquid in one swoop, her throat and mouth immediately on fire and her vision blurring slightly, “what was that?” she gasped,

“That was whiskey my dear, don’t tell me your a convent girl?!” she shook her head and chuckled,

“Something like that” Faye rubbed her temples trying to focus on something, “Do you mind if I go outside?” Faye questioned, her throat still felt as if she’d eaten thorns.

“Sure Hun, those nuns must have schooled you hard if you’ve never even tasted alcohol before, no wonder you ran away” the landlady replied sympathetically, Faye blinked at her ability to make up a story for her being here. With a slanted smile Faye turned and albeit wobbly on her feet made it to the door, the cool night air as she opened the door was a welcome feeling. She heard giggling to the side of her, a couple kissing in a shadowed corner looked at her like she could be a welcome guest to their fondling but she shyly walked past them and to the side of the bar leaning against its wooden wall. Her head had started to stop spinning and the burning in her throat had become a dull throb, in the mist of her consciousness she heard footsteps coming towards her and immediately opened her eyes in the direction of the stranger. It was a girl, older than her by appearances but not much, she had long blonde hair and was smiling at her in a friendly fashion.

“Saw you back there, looks like you can’t handle the good stuff” she giggled walking closer to Faye,

“Yes, well I’ve just never tried it before” Faye replied feeling slightly uncomfortable as the woman drew closer and looked down at her. The smile never faded as she put hands either side of Faye’s head,

“There’s many things that I don’t think you’ve tried” her voice became husky, sensual as she bent closer, almost nose to nose,

“Well I don’t t-think I need to try all of t-them so close together” Faye tried to move further back into the wall, failing miserably the woman laughed at her shyness,

“You are a pretty little angel, more so than I was led to believe, Milo” the voice suddenly changed and as he jumped at the vocalisation of his real name he looked to the figure in front of him. The woman had now changed into a man, much taller than him and with piercing blue eyes. He smiled at Milo’s expression,

“H-how?” His mind had quickly cleared from the effects of the alcohol but was now confused by the man standing in front of him,

“How do I know who you are?” The man finished Milo’s question, “My, my Milo don’t you know how this game works?” he laughed and grabbed hold of Milo’s neck, Milo struggled, gripping onto the man’s large hands and gasping even more so when his hands were now his own, “You my little angel are one of the fallen, a disowned pet of his holiness, which means your soul is now up for grabs” he tightened his grip around the younger mans neck, “and we are more than happy to take you”. He licked the side of Milo’s face enjoying the quickening of his heart rate and widening of his eyes as the man’s eyes began to redden.

“The mortals of this place may not see your true form, but I see it with eager eyes” He roamed his free hand over the flat of Milo’s stomach, the younger man gasped at the touch.

“P-please...” Milo’s voice was meek against the rough tone of the larger man,

“Please what? Let you go?” he laughed, “I think not, I’ve been following you for some time and I find you are quite a find” he lessened the squeeze on the younger mans throat put pressed him firmly against the wall, hitting him against the wall when he squirmed. Milo gasped as his head cracked against the wooden planks and even more so as a hot tongue intruded his mouth, he pushed against the hard form in front of him only managing to get himself pressed closer to the wall. The hand travelled across his body, making him feel sick as it stopped at his nipples to fondle and elicit unwanted moans from his lips, he just hoped some drunk or couple would intrude and stop what was happening.

“Oi!” a gruff man’s voice cut through the sound of harsh breathing above him and suddenly he felt a lot smaller. The man stopped his groping and looked up noticing a large shotgun in the man’s hand; “I think the little lady would rather not have your attentions sir” the aging man looked to Faye with worry as he noticed make-up stained tears running down her face. The demon backed off, looking at Milo who had now changed back to Faye and smirked,

“I’ll see you later” he licked his lips and exited the scene leaving Faye to fall to the floor. The old man ran up to her and helped her up,

“The missus said she heard banging outside and that a little lady hadn’t come back for some time, glad I came out and checked” He allowed Faye some space and watched her anxiously as she rubbed her cheeks, “you be alright?” he questioned feeling a little awkward. Faye nodded and pulled her shirt down,

“I-I have a room booked, I’d like to go there now please” she sniffed; the man nodded and led her back into the bar. His wife behind the bar saw the state of Faye as soon as she came in and rushed past the patrons, toppling a few, to get to the small girl. She led Faye to a quieter room and sat her down.

“Heavens child, what happened?!” she fussed over Faye, checking her for scrapes,

“Young gentleman out there thought he could have his way with her” he husband replied for her, balancing his gun on his shoulder. The landlady frowned at his way of putting it,

“Christ Henry can’t you see how upset she is” she scolded before turning back to Faye, “I don’t think I’ll be giving you any more of my finest darlin’ – this is all my fault” she huffed, Faye quickly interjected,

“N-no no, it wasn’t, I should have been more careful – I’d like to go to my room now” Faye fiddled with her hair, the attention somewhat alien. The landlady shook her head enthusiastically,

“No, you’ll stay with us, I can’t trust you to be alone – I thought I could trust the men around here” the woman frowned at the thought of one of her patrons doing such a thing to a child, “Yes you shall stay with us, we have a spare room where our own daughter used to sleep but she’s all grown up now and living away” Henry looked about to interject but his wife hushed him, Faye looked speechless. “Do you have any luggage that you need bringing in Hun?” Faye shook her head,

All I have is in my bag”, she held up her satchel bag,

“No qualms in you travelling light” the landlady chuckled, “well since you’ll be lodging with us you can call me Wendy, this is my husband Henry” Henry nodded his head to Faye who smiled nervously back. “Now I’ll go get you settled”.

Faye lay on the bed she’d been given, the room was a nice size and smelt of pinewood. She could still hear the laughter and talk from the people inside the bar; time obviously didn’t apply to some people. She felt trapped and confused, she just thought that a fallen angel was just abandoned and was meant to live the rest of their days alone not have their very existence up for barter. How could someone’s life, however sinful, be allowed to be animalised in such a way? What’s more is that this ‘game’ as the stranger had put it had not been explained to him before being planted onto this strange world. Furthermore how had that stranger been able to turn him back into his former form and how did they know his name, it had felt like an eternity since someone had called him by his real name. He still felt the man’s hands on him and it burned him to his core, he would not be owned by that man. But how could he get away from him, if he moved on to another place would he follow him, had he been following him from the very start? But if he stayed would he come back and try it again, the presence of a gun had scared him away the first time but what’s to say it would deter him again.

He felt very alone.

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AN: some may be confused at the 3rd person switch from 'her' to 'him' during this chapter. i wanted to project the gradual comfort Milo finds as he's a female and then the sudden reminder that he is actually a male. This will happen throughout story so i just wanted to clear this up.