[centre]// - R e i s a n 
[I have lived one thousand lies.] [/centre]

Reisan peered at the girl before him intently, obsidian eyes glowing faintly as embers smouldered in the depths. She intrigued him, not only had he studied her form, but she had returned the gesture, pointing out his scars, saying she had seen worse. He doubted that. She may have seen worse physical scars, but the ones which lay tucked away from view were so horrific it seemed impossible he could go on. They were more gruesome than anything his eyes, hardened by years of death and blood of the innocent souls he had slain, had ever seen.
Running a hand through the strands of his golden hair, Reisan sighed, emotions racing through him, causing havoc and confusion to race through his mind. “The shirt stays.” Keeping his voice low, Reisan held her gaze; the boy knew she was trying to seduce him, trying to make him release her. Glancing down at his belt, Reisan considered using one of his poisoned knives on her. He had three that would send her into slumber. The first, a short knockout of one minute, one for an hour, and one that would lock her permanently in sleeps grasp, a death sleep. 
Her questions rolled through his mind. How much could he reveal to her without scaring her to death? Reisan felt edgy, it had been hundreds of years since he had found a woman which appealed to him. And the last one had ended up nothing more than charred remains. Memories of the night burned through him, of himself sitting at a desk, drawing the sunset, her laughter breaking through his focus. The look her brown orbs had held as she approached him as though she was walking towards a wild animal. The feeling of her hand in his as she led him through the inn, to his room. Of how innocent she had looked as her soft lips trailed from his collarbone to meet his own. Pain had rippled through him, softly at first, lapped at his feel like gentle waves, but growing in strength until they became massive white-capped waves of fire, completely beyond his control. Her screams as she burned before him, and the last thing he remembered before she dropped to the floor, was the look of horror in her eyes. He was a monster. 
Reisan snapped back to reality at the impatient clearing of a throat before him. Tremors danced up and down his body, contracting muscles as memories of that agony tore through him. He had taken an innocent life, one which had only sought to bring him pleasure. Sweat formed all over his skin, creating a sheen in the glaring fluorescent light. Taking a shaky breath, the boy had never experienced anything like that in his life. Waves of sadness, anger and utter disgust within himself coursed through his veins. Never could he let his guard slip, never could he allow himself to form a relationship to anyone. Or anything.
Lowering himself to sit cross legged on the floor, Reisan gathered his thoughts. Eyes focused on the streaks of red nearest him, of his own life’s blood spilt on the ground. Nothing made sense to him. This girl before him had this strange pull on his heart. Anything that was unknown to Reisan worried him, made him back away and plan again. The allure of her gentle sing-song voice caressed his ears in gentle waves. “No. I will not be killing you. It is my job to keep you from harm until I am told what to next. And yes. Cursed one. You are of light and dark, constantly dragged between both. Cursed.” Looking up into her smoky violet orbs, Reisan noticed her fear.
Sighing softly, the boy knew how she must see him. As a creature of darkness, one without feeling, no care for her personal boundaries. “Do not picture me as the bad guy. You have no idea of how I have suffered. Do not associate me with the murders and rapists of this world. I am nothing like them.” Flinging words at her, Reisan allowed hate and anger to lace his voice, turning his words to daggers. Shaking his head and closing his eyes, Reisan knew he had to control himself before the fire overtook him completely, and God knows that would happen if he were to lose control with her around. 
Slowly, cautiously, Reisan opened his eyes. Flames had ignited, dancing along his flesh without his knowledge. Breathing in and out, calming himself, Reisan watched as the flames withdrew back under his skin, settling just underneath, ready to spring forth at his command. He didn’t know how to handle females. Sure, in all his years on earth, he had indulged sexually. But he had never been able to go the full way. His element always took the life of every female he had gone beyond pleasuring orally. 
Obsidian orbs focusing once more on the streaks of dried blood, it suddenly made him realize, she was vampire. Vampires needed blood. A shudder past through him. It was rumoured that being fed on by a vampire was erotic. But Reisan couldn’t just waltz out onto the street to pluck a random stranger for her to feed off. She would surely kill the person; she looked hungry enough to do so. Steeling his nerves, Reisan realized that he must do it, he was immortal, ancient blood flowed through his veins, blood as powerful of that which coursed in the veins of Lucifer himself. 
“You look hungry.” Reisan began slowly, making her aware of just what he offered. “If you wish it, you have my permission to drink at my vein. I am immortal, you cannot kill me. In saying this, you cannot control nor compel me in any way either.” Raising his gaze to lock with that of hers. It had only just occurred to the boy that neither knew the others name. “My name. Is Reisan. I am a fallen angel, the longest and hardest to fall of any since the Dark Prince himself. What is your name?” The thought of him offering his vein to this cursed girl was ludicrous, utter foolishness. But Reisan couldn’t help himself. A small smile curved his mouth. “Oh and one more thing, I have cast runes on the doorways. No-one but me can pass through, unless I disable them. So banish your thoughts of running away, looks like you’re stuck with me for a while.” 
A small voice managed to break through his thoughts.”Sierra.” The name was beautiful, it suited her.
“Sierra.” Repeating the name aloud, Reisan allowed his tongue to caress the word. “It is a beautiful name. Your parents named you well. I see strength in you, and innocence.” Reisan highly doubted that she had lost her virginity; she seemed too pure, too innocent. If he was entirely true with himself, Reisan was yet to lose his own. It wasn’t that he hadn’t had the chance to. But the volatile nature of his element had destroyed nearly all hope of having full sex.
Seductive flames danced within his eyes, never before had he toyed with another in this manner. His formal, ancient way seemed lost in this modern world, but never would he change. Casting eyes over his naked torso, Reisan traced along one of the major scars adorning his front. The large scar glared at him, raised and angry. These scars reflected who he was, the pain of what he had become. Drifting his eyelids down to conceal his orbs, Reisan allowed himself to look into his past, of a time when large, graceful wings sprouted from his back. 
He had been beautiful once. Well, in the ways of beauty portrayed by ancient artists who managed to capture the portraits of kings and queens. Today, beauty was defined by how sexually attractive or desirable you were. Women found him irresistible, but that view was strictly held by others, never by himself. Reisan was brutality, anger, hatred and agony. Never would he be anything else. 
Sighing softly, he knew that it hadn’t always been that way. There was a time, centuries ago when he had smiled and laughed freely, he was of pure spirit. Images of his wings raced behind his eyes. Large, coal black wings with accents of gold and silver. Memories of how they felt wrapped around his form, insulating him from the cold and the heat traced along his skin. Red hazed his vision. Throat constricting as the fallen remembered the agony of Raziel and Gabriel ripping them out, the sight of his wings, bloody and broken, never more to gift him with flight, had broken him. That night, over two thousand years ago, had broken the last tie which held him tethered to all that was good and cast him out into the world of darkness, the only illumination in the dark world he faced, was his own flame as it burned him from the inside out.