To Love A Hitman

by Randell Mccreary

  Rafael walks away, smiling. Michael looked after him. When he’s out of earshot, he said, “I deserve to be happy, not him.” I was about to reply to Michael’s retort when Jehveh arrived on the scene.

  “Is Rafael ok?” Jehveh asked me.

  “He’s ok. He’s just happy, and he’s just getting used to this new emotion.”

  Jehveh breathed out his worry. “I am glad you are making progress.”

  “What about me?” Michael said, pumping his chest out. Jehveh turned to face his eldest son, and I moved away, but I could still hear the conversation.

  “What do you mean, Michael?”

  “I want a governess too. I want to experience the same emotions that Rafael is experiencing.”

  “No, Michael, you’re not getting your own way this time. The governess is for Rafael only as he will be going to earth to find out more about humanity.”

  “That’s not fair!!” Michael storms off in a huff.

  Chapter Six

  The flowers in the field below were beautiful. Rafael seemed much calmer today as I walked beside him towards the field. Maybe it was the wildflowers that were making him calmer, or maybe it was I that was helping to calm him down. She looked at him closely, and felt his drawing power work on her. She felt like holding his hand, and she did. He looked at her and smiled...maybe a little bit too much. It showed.

  “Rafael, I will help you with your emotions. In controlling them properly.”

  “Thank you.” He laughed uncontrollably. “Will it take long?”

  “No, it won’t take long at all. I see today that you are improving already.”

  “Yes, I felt so much better after a good night sleep.”

  Above, the sky darkened, but only momentarily. Floating cars zoomed over their heads and landed not far from them. It was Michael with a group of men. They moved quickly, knocking Rafael out with a swift blow, while Michael picked up a screaming Katie, and they flew off.

  The door was flung open, and Michael bursts through with me, struggling, trying to get free of him. He throws me against the wall, and I was in mid-air, momentarily, until mechanical arms attach my arms and legs, and fastening me to the wall. The wind was taken out of me, but, within minutes, I have regained my breath again. Breathing easy, I looked around the room. It wasn’t as pretty as the palace, and there was no windows, and just the one door. The surface of the walls and ceilings were a shiny grey. Smooth, but cold. I look at him, and he looks back at me.

  “For an earth woman, you are beautiful.” I just totally ignored him, and looked the other way.

  “Hey, I’m talking to you.” I still didn’t utter a sound. He took three steps aggressively towards me, and grabbed my face with his claw-like hands, and positioned it until we saw each other eye to eye.

  “What do you want from me?” I said. The anger still within me.

  His hands went from my face to my breasts, squeezing them. “I want you to make love to me. The same way you did to Rafael.”

  His hands didn’t move from my breasts. In fact, he pushed an opening in my dress, and his fingers rubbed my nipples. His long tongue darted out, and wrapped around my breast. His tongue was even longer than Rafael’s. In retraction of his tongue, it slid across my nipples. In Between my legs, I was dripping wet. I started to moan, but caught myself before anything was heard. “Make love to me, “ he said.

  “No!” I said.

  He pulled back from me, stunned. His eyes were wide open. “What do you mean no? I will give you everything you ever wanted.”

  “I don’t want anything from you. Not now. Not ever.”

  I will never forget the look on his face. “If you don’t, I will throw you from the battlements - to your death.”

  I was scared beyond words, but maybe he was all talk. I was hoping that Rafael would come to save me. Michael wasn’t going to do it right now, at least. He was now sitting down, but looking dark and moody. Brooding. He was mumbling to himself, in his own language so I couldn’t understand him.

  I don’t know how long I was staring at the other wall before I fell asleep. The dream that followed was about me and Rafael. We were walking through the fields of gold. They were very similar to marigolds. Maybe they were. I was holding Rafael’s hand, and the overall feeling was that we were very happy together. We were happy. Our smiles were curled on our lips. The two suns reflected off anything metallic and shiny, making so many to glow or glitter, especially the precious stones that littered the countryside. Up ahead, we saw our special spot of patted down grass and flowers where we have spent hours of lovemaking. We both ran to the spot.

  Rafael took me in his arms, his mottled lips covered my white lips, and with a combination of lips and tongue he went to work. His claw-like hands ripped my dress off of me. I only had to press a button on his metallic-gray armour he was wearing, and they fell to the ground with a clunk. I looked down and saw that he was already hard; at least ten inches long, although, when fully aroused, he can reach fifteen inches. I needed to do some more work on him. He was almost there. Of course, fifteen inches wouldn’t fit all the way in, but Rafael had this ability to resize his penis so it can fit perfectly. What a gift he has!

  We both fell onto the grass, but it cushioned our fall. It was as soft as a mattress. Rafael was covered with spots, but part of his body was also covered with raised hair but only where the spots were. My fingers combed through his hairs, and suddenly Rafael was getting harder and harder. My hands massaged his chest, rubbing him softly, and I placed face onto his tightly matted hair, feeling the bristly affect it had on me. It was mesmerising. I layed on him, fully covering him, flesh on flesh, kissing his whole body. His hands was combing my hair with his fingers, all the way through it before feeling my neck and back, and all the way down to my buttocks. Massaging it with his strong hands. It felt so good. I didn’t want him to stop. His arms were so long, were they extendable too? They seemed to be...because right now his fingers were reaching down between my legs, and into me, where I was already so wet. He had long fingers, and I could feel his fingers deep inside of me. His breath was getting wild with excitement, and I started to groan as he reached into me, finding my pleasure. With wild emotions running through my veins, I reached up to kiss his lips, in between spluttered words of passion. Oh God, keep touching me. You drive me crazy! Then I started talking dirty to him, and this drove him wild with passion. These words he loved. I could see it when I looked in his eyes. Momentarily...because I was now moving down to his neck, planting wet kisses there, and then onto his chest. I could hear his heart beating fast...so fast. I kissed his heart. I was in love with every bit of him...and now, as he kept his fingers wet, I continued kissing him; all over his chest. With his fingers wriggling inside of me, my legs started to convulse as I enjoyed the pleasure. But my thoughts turned to his fifteen inch hard rock. I could feel it under me. I couldn’t wait to get my lips on it. All of my lips and tongue on it. I could feel it throbbing. I couldn’t stop thinking of it, although the fingers inside of me was also a distraction that I didn’t mind at all.

  Now my lips and fingers followed the patterns of the spots until I reached his shaft. It was so huge! My lips went onto it, but it was so thick and wide that my mouth could hardly fit over it. My mouth was stretched to the limit. But once on it, I didn’t want to get off it. The tip of his shaft touched the back of my throat, but there was still another ten inches to go. I got off it. I ran my lips and tongue along the side of it, wetting the side of it. My fingers were on the tip of his shaft, and I could feel a dampness there. He slowly dripped his moisture. I went back to the tip and licked it clean.

  While I was doing this (my head was facing his feet), and his long tongue was reaching inside of me, licking up all my moisture. It felt so good. But I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted him inside of me right now. He knew I wanted him inside of me too. Rafael picked me up and inserted his shaft inside of me. He had to resize it to fit, then started to lift me up and down from my hips. He
was so strong.

  In the distance, I could hear a voice…”Rafael, Rafael…” It was Michael’s voice. We had to hurry before Michael found us. “Rafael…”

  Rafael pushed into me faster and faster with incredible speed. I was shaking all over, coming again and again, over and over. Suddenly, Rafael exploded inside of me, and groaned his satisfaction. We had to get dressed quick. Michael’s voice was getting closer.

  “Rafael...Rafael…”

  I was coming out of the dream, calling out…”Rafael...Rafael…”

  Michael was laughing at me. I was now out of the dream, but fully awake. “He’s not coming for you. My father will not allow Rafael to come for you. He’s probably on his way to earth as we speak. You’re a forgotten memory for him.”

  “I don’t believe that. He loves me, and he will come for me. You just watch and see.”

  Michael stood up, and released my constraints. I dropped to the floor. Was he going to let me go? He came over, picked me up, and whispered to me, “Today you must die.” I tried to fight him, but he was too strong. We went up stairs to the highest point of this fortress, and he pressed my head over the edge so I could see how far down it was. I was so scared at what I saw. The rock face of this mountain seemed to go on for miles, and I couldn’t see the end of it.

  “I’ll give you one more chance. Make love to me. Your choice between life and death.”

  I was scared, but I couldn’t say yes to his request. I didn’t like him one little bit. His arrogance and jealousy made me sick. “Go to hell!” I screamed at him. At that, he picked me up and threw me over the edge. He called after me: “You go to hell.”

  His words echoed in my head as I fell, on my back, looking up to him. He had a smirk on his face. Everything seemed to be in slow motion like in a movie scene montage. Well, this was it, I guess...I wasn’t screaming, but I was frightened. I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact. I heard a noise that I couldn’t quite make out, and then suddenly Raffael had me in his arms. He had rescued me, but I didn’t know how. Then I saw a jet pack on his back that helped to fly. I smiled at him, and he smiled back, and we zoomed away.

  Michael must have seen what had happened, and he was giving chase with the same source of power. He was gaining on us. Well, he had less weight to carry, or he had more power with his jet pack. Rafael turned around, hovering in mid-air. He knew that Michael was going to catch them. Michael pulled up a short distance from us, hovering in mid-air too.

  “You don’t deserve each other,” Michael shouted. “I’m going to kill you both.” He pulled out a laser sword.

  But we were disadvantaged because of me. Rafael quickly positioned me onto his back, and I held on tight. He pulled out a laser sword, and we swooped towards Michael. The laser swords hummed as they arced through the air, connecting with force. Michael’s sword was a darker blue than Rafael’s, and so it was easier to see, although they moved swiftly through the air, finding the swords, making a buzz, clunk noise. Both of them positioned themselves in the air expertly while both were both swinging their swords furiously. Another strike from Rafael and Michael’s sword was knocked from his grasp. Michael watched it fall to the ground, and then looked back up at Rafael - his eyes frozen. He knew what was happening next. Rafael raised his sword and struck Michael across his front, opening him up, falling to his death.

  It was a few days later, after a couple of dark days of mourning, and we were seated around a huge table in the dining hall with Jehveh, without any words between the three of us. I felt sorry for Jehveh and Rafael. They had just lost Michael, and it’s always hard for any family, even if he was as bad as Michael was.

  Jehveh broke the silence. “It is time for you and Katie to go to earth. Get prepared to leave. You’ll leave tomorrow.”

  We both nodded, and finished our breakfast before heading back to our rooms. I had mixed emotions about leaving this beautiful planet, but I also missed my old planet so much. As we packed our clothing and other essentials, I talked to Rafael: “Are you excited?”

  He stopped for a moment, thinking before replying to me. Maybe checking his emotions? “I’m more anxious than anything.”

  I came over to Rafael and held him in my arms. “It will be ok. Earth is a beautiful planet too, and most of the people are friendly to deal with. We’ll make lots of friends and learn so much from them as well.”

  “I have learnt so much from you already, and I will continue to learn from you.”

  That night we slept in the same bed, holding each other, and thinking about a future on earth together. I was sure that Rafael was thinking the same.

  The next morning we walked together with Jehveh to the launch pad of the spaceship. Within a couple of hours I would be back on earth, and I found it hard to believe. But I won’t have my old life back. I don’t want my old life back. I just want to be with Rafael. Before we walked up the stairs to the ship, we both said our goodbye’s and hugged one another. After I parted from Jehveh, I thought I saw a tear in his eye.

  We climbed on board, and within minutes the spaceship took off to the sky and beyond. Just over an hour into the flight, we could see earth in the distance, and we both smiled at each other.

  Promised To The Beast

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  A Werewolf Shifter Paranormal Romance

  Shya was young when the profit of the small, West Bengal town of Amalpur foretold her marriage. Then, she moved to America. At school, she sabotaged her grades in an attempt to display rebellion against her betrothal, in an attempt to feel like she had a sliver of control over her future.

  Now, at twenty years old, Shya is a theatre student in college, and an art hobbyist obsessed with painting the man and beast that haunts her dreams. But, she’s ripped away from that life when she’s handed a ticket back to India. At the airport to greet her is Berht, grandson of the prophet who quite possible ruined Shya’s life.

  As they drive from the airport to Amalpur, the reality of the prophecy begins to hit her. Little does Shya know that there is more to her lifelong fiancé than anyone is willing to tell her.

  * * *

  ONE

  Shya was alone in her studio. She stood before a blank canvas, mounted on an easel, clad in tattered, blue, paint-stained overalls atop a shirt so yellow that it nearly glowed against her dark brown skin. Her long, black hair was pulled back into a thick bun atop her head, but strands of it hung loosely around her face, fluttering up as she breathed. Her hand was poised in the air, a paint brush between her worn, artist’s fingers, its bristles coated in peachy paint.

  Shya began to paint. She made a wide arch with her hand, a downwards stroke, dots. She swirled her brush in water and dipped it into pink, brown, black. Before she knew it, it was a man. His hair was dark, shining, reflecting the light from an unseen source. His eyes, shadowed by neat, dark eyebrows, were hazel and bright. His shoulders were wide and bare, muscled and toned. He was beautiful.

  With a sigh, Shya set down her brush and wiped the paint from her hands. She gave the painting one last glance before leaving the room, leaving it to dry.

  There was barely any bare space left on the walls of Shya’s room. Canvases hung on pegs jammed deep into the plaster. Some large, some small, some of nature, some of the city. But more than anything, there were portraits of a man-beast, hung chronologically. The first painting was of a terrible monster. It was like a man, and clothes hung off of it, shredded and ruined. But its mouth was pulled back into a snarl, revealing sharp fangs. The surface of its skin was covered in fur, and its eyes were cruel and cold. But it was still a man.

  The paintings after it were different. They were losing their animalistic features, becoming warmer, more human. She had been dreaming of that creature for months. It haunted her by night and day, floating in her head as she slept, lingering in the corners of her mind in the waking day. It had ever since she was a child. So she had begun painting it. And as beast turned to man and she kept painting, she clung to the notion that sh
e should not have been thinking about—it—at all. Even if it hadn’t been human at first, she knew she shouldn’t have been dreaming of it. She had a man waiting for her in her parents’ home country.

  She thought about the man sometimes. Wondered what he looked like, what his voice sounded like, if he was kind or cruel, if he listened to rock music, if he got water all over the floor when he showered. If he’d like what he found in her.

  Before Shya had even learned to talk, the prophet of her village had foretold her marriage to the man, that they were meant to be. But had never met him, knew nothing of him, and still, her parents maintained that she not break the engagement. They took the prophet’s words as gospel, that if she did break the engagement, there would be dire consequences. Shya took it with a grain of salt. She often speculated that these alleged dire consequences were a scare tactic but nonetheless, she heeded their words.