Short Story: His Angel / Her Demon by Nicola Lowe & Lee A. Vockins.

He dangled me by delicate wrists from the top of the tall building. The icy wind pricked at my skin, lassoing around me dangerously. Yet it wasn’t the wind that caused shivers along my body.

              I felt the sharpness of him on the thin, sensitive skin covering the inside of my wrists. I knew the damage he could do right now, yet I was willingly here. I was in no way his captive.

              My mind was torn wildly between fear and want.

 A strong gust of wind threatened to knock my legs even further back as he pulled me up roughly, his mouth at my ear.

              He spoke my name. Just once, barely audible. Almost as if it gave him power.

Then he let me go.

Our eyes were locked together as I fell. I had to have faith. Still, my mouth opened in a silent scream.

At the last second, the very last moment he could save me, his strong arm grabbed at one wrist and held me there. Safe, yet in a precarious danger.

He pulled me up, only to let go again. Our eyes locked together.

Each time he caught me by the opposite wrist, jarring it painfully. With each catch, he pulled me subtly closer and closer.

Respite was granted as he paused, tracing slow circles across the blue veins under my paper-thin skin. It was as though he concentrated on the thinnest areas of me, trying to seep into my soul.

I looked down at the motion, but his hand lifted my chin up, forcing my brown eyes to meet his blue. Dark and Light reflected once again.

He wasn’t just my friend anymore.

He was my Demon.

He could never be just my friend again.

I wanted to be his Angel.

Pressed tight against his chest now, he growled into my ear. The wind calmed momentarily, as if nature wanted this to happen.


to flesh

and teeth

to neck

              He pressed into my wrist with his fingers, just edging me into pain.

              His teeth scraped across my neck before I felt him sigh contentedly, biting on my pale skin, pulling at the flesh softly where my neck met my shoulder.

I struggled for a breath. He dipped lower and his tongue traced the curve of my collarbone. This close to me, I could feel his thoughts. He couldn’t keep them from me.

“You did this to me. I wasn’t meant to feel this way.” His mind was torn.

              He wanted me, but he didn’t know if he could keep me safe. He was also scared – could he keep himself safe?

              Light and dark were not meant to merge like this – what could the aftershocks unleash?


in lust

and lack

of control

I tried to press my face into the crook of his neck, desperate to breathe in the heady scent of him. He denied me.

His eyes were focused on my lips. I knew that just one kiss would change everything.

Allowing his darkness into my light, what would it do to both of us?

His gravity was keeping me in his orbit, I had no escape. I was powerless to do anything but love him. I only wanted to please him, but could I?

Was it worse to fail, or not to try?

I tried to blank my mind as I realised, he would be hearing these thoughts, just as I had heard his.

He allowed me to wrap my arms around him as he took just one step away from the precipice. His hands rolled my head gently from side to side as he surveyed me, as if he was rolling the nib of a pen in ink, ready to write poetic verse of pure love and lust.

Was that what we were? Was his darkness the lust and my light the love? How could we reconcile that between us? What lay in the middle of dark and light?

Your body

to mine

my lips

in whisper…

He held me over the abyss once more, as our lust and love battled in our eyes. I had never felt more in danger, I had never felt more alive.

His lips covered my own and… my new conscious began. A new entity was born.

His dark met my light and spread up every inch of our bodies, as if we succumbed to a warm drug of heavenly origin.

Our evolution had begun.

The Angel in me was now wanton with lust.

The Demon in him longed to feel the purity of love.

We met in the perfect middle of the two, pulling each other to where we needed to be. Perhaps, where we should always have been.

Every time he had let go, and consequently caught me, a thin layer of trust had built up between us. I felt as though I had a shield now, and I subtly nodded at him.

He smiled, devilishly.

Forehead to forehead, we stood on the edge. Our lips still pressed together but not moving, simply allowing our breath and souls to merge.

I felt his smile.

Then he pushed me. I was gone.

His words echoed, loud and strong through the soaring air.

Let me be your darkness.

I was falling faster and deeper than I could comprehend, and it wouldn’t stop. It couldn’t stop.

This transference of lust and love had to find its place.

My body went limp as I prepared for the pain of landing. For the pain of feeling alone after giving myself to him completely. This is what I’d been so scared of.

Yet he caught me in his tender arms, now tamed by love. My own lust now emboldened by him; I drew him into another kiss. There always had to be another kiss.

The Demon and the Angel had formed a perfect symmetry, our love boundless, our lust never satiated.

I had fallen. I would never look back.


Nicola Lowe

featuring my poem

“Lost In Lust”.

This is the second collaboration between myself and Nicola. If you missed the first one, click here.

Nicola has a novel coming out very soon! This is one that you don’t want to miss.

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