Archive-name: Fantasy/falang12.txt
Archive-author: T.F.Yank
Archive-title: Fallen Angel - 12


     The ensuing vocal protests wailed about me like a screeching wind. 
I heard Amy's voice pleading for me not to stop.  Offering to do anything
I wanted if I would only continue.  But I wasn't paying attention to her.
I was watching Angelica.
     "NoooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  Not now!  Not when she's so close!"
Angelica screamed at me.  Her face contorted in anger.  Her eyes shim-
mered, at first darkening, then changing to a sickly yellow.
     I felt a knot of fear grow in my belly as I suddenly remembered how
her face had transformed into that hideous monster early that evening. 
Whatever passion I had been feeling up to that moment suddenly vanished. 
I felt my harden shaft shrivel, as my heart beat wildly within the
confines of my ribs.  My mind screamed at me to flee.  But my body
refused to obey, frozen by the fear that was consuming me.
     I watched, mesmerized, as Angelica's emotions clearly showed upon
her face--  frustration, anger and hatred.  And I felt them, felt them as
clearly as if they were my own.  Somehow I was able to experience what
Angelica was feeling.  As she felt what I had been doing to Amy.  As she
had felt what I felt when we had made love the night before.
     With a clarity that surprised me, I suddenly realized that the
monster not only fed upon people's blood, but also on their feelings,
both emotional as well as physical.  And somehow I was acting as a
conduit, an amplifier, increasing the intensity of those feelings.  Not
just an amplifier, but a receiver as well.  I could feel Angelica's
anger.  I could feel Amy's physical frustration as well as her mental
confusion.
     Angelica scrambled over Amy's body, grabbing my head between her
hands.  "Now, now, my precious.  We will have time to figure this all out
later.  Right now, you have more pressing matters to concern yourself
with.  I will not be cheated.  I have gone without for too long.  You
will finish what you've started, my precious.  I do not need you,
willingly, in the link.  But it is so much better if you do not resist."
     Angelica gently stroked my cheek as she added, "I can make you feel
whatever I want.  Pain..."  My breath caught in my throat as pain
exploded across my consciousness.  It was as if an invisible hand had
suddenly grabbed my testicles and was crushing them.  "Or uncontrollable
lust.."  As quickly as she said the words, the pain was replaced with a
intense physical hunger.  I reached for her, wanting to fuck her until we
both passed out from the exertion.
     "Yes, precious.  We both want that, don't we?  As does this sweet
thing beneath us.  Can't you feel her need?  And feeling it, doesn't it
inflame your need even more?  Just think how much more her orgasm will
add to your own pleasure.  Just think how much my satisfaction will add
to both."
     Suddenly I didn't feel anything.  That wasn't not quite true.  I
still felt fear, confusion.  I was feeling my own feelings.  But I no
longer felt what she had been making me feel.  My mind cast about,
searching for something else.  I sensed Amy's frustration.  I narrowed my
concentration and the girl's feelings became more intense.  Her feelings
were all inward, as if she was oblivious to what was going on between me
and Angelica.
     "She feels what I allow her to," Angelica explained.  "She is easier
to control than you, not having your abilities."
     I casted a questioning look toward Angelica.
     "You don't even realize the talent you have," she chuckled.  "You
are an Empath.  You can feel what others feel.   That is a rare talent
among the Living.  But even more unique, is your ability to make others
feel what you want them to feel."
     I wanted to deny what she was saying.  But the protest died on my
lips as my mind dredged up past memories.  I always did seem to have a
knack for knowing what people were really thinking.  Over the years, more
than one person had jokingly accused me of reading their minds.  And most
of my lovers had always praised me for seeming to know just what it was
they liked the best.
     But being able to make others feel what I wanted them to feel?  Okay
so maybe I was more perceptive than most people.  It didn't mean I was
some sort of freak with special mental talent. I didn't really feel other
people's emotions.  And I certainly didn't make others feel the way I
wanted them to feel.  Angelica was wrong.  This was just kind of a trick
to confuse me.  It was something she was doing.  Something she needed for
her own ends.
     "You can deny your talent all you want," Angelica said.  "But it
exists.  Did you not feel her need?  Did you not sense my anger?"
     "I didn't need any special ability to see your anger or her frustra-
tion," I replied.  "And it was you who made me feel the rest, just like
you made me feel the pain."
     "You dare doubt me?" she snapped.  Again I felt her anger wash
across my consciousness.  Only to have it replaced by a calmness. "I will
show you.  Let your mind open to mine.  Follow what I am doing," she
said.
     I felt a presence on the outer fringes of my consciousness.  It no
form.  It was like a soft gentle breeze that blew across your skin on a
hot summer night.  It was difficult to focus on it.  I tried to narrow in
on it, only to have it fade.
     "No.  Don't think about it," Angelica said softly.  "Just feel.  Let
your conscious mind free itself from its physical anchors.  Don't look
outward.  Allow your feelings to open up.  Just flow with it."
     I tried to clear my mind of all thoughts.  I closed my eyes and
looked inward with my mind.  I listened to my breathing, the beating of
my heart.  I could sense the chilling tentacles of my fear radiating
outward from my center.  Mentally, I pushed them back, lessening their
effect.  As the mass which was my fear diminished, I felt stronger, more
in control.  With one mental thrust, I extinguished the fear completely.
     Deeper I went within myself until I tasted the remnants of my
earlier physical lust.  My mind grasped at the fragments and began
molding them into a single form.  I felt my body respond with increased
desire.  I cradled the form within my mind, stroking and caressing it.  A
burst of pure pleasure spread throughout my groin.
     "Not now," a voice echoed from without.  My pleasure flared briefly
and then went out like a doused fire.  "Follow me.  Watch what I do,"
Angelica instructed.
     Reluctantly, I turned my consciousness outward, searching again for
the form I had felt earlier.  This time it was clear within my mind. 
Like a small flickering flame, all orange and red, it danced just out of
my reach.  I moved after it and was pleased as it grew closer.  But as it
was just in reach, it moved away from me.
     I tried to move more quickly toward it.  I sensed it was Angelica. 
Or at least a part of her.  It gave off a sick, cold essence that chilled
me.  Again I felt the knot of fear.  I quickly pushed the fear aside, and
continued after her.
     I sensed a second form near by.  It glowed weakly, pulsing with a
pale bluish hue.  Diverting my attention from Angelica, my mind sought
this second entity.  A feeling of frustration filled me.  I fought it,
realizing it was coming from Amy.  As I examined her essence, I saw she
was locked within some sort of a loop which prevented her from feeling
anything else.  How I understood this, I didn't know.

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