Toxic, K.B. Torres [read with me .txt] 📗

I wouldn't have known how important I am! There is no reason why I should EVER go back to you Emmanuel! You said what you wanted to say, so leave!" I yelled.
I saw anger boil in Emmanuel's eyes. He grabbed my arms and squeezed until I was sure there were bruises.
"Listen to me, and don't interrupt me with how selfish I am! I was nice to you from the start! I could have used you for sex like Luke would have, but I actually CARED ABOUT YOU! I saved you from Luke! I gave things up for you! I risked my life! Twice! Twice for you, and now you tell me I'm selfish?! All you care about is sex and having children! Others may think you're an angel, but I can see through that charade. All you are is a vile, lowly Demon that is obsessed with sex from more angelic creatures. You're mother may be an angel, but it never went to you. You're WORSE THAN YOUR FATHER!" Emmanuel yelled, before raising his hand to hit me.
Something whizzed through the air and burying its self in Emmanuel left of his chest, pinning him to the nearest wall.
An arrow.
"Anastasia! Are you okay?" Hunter said, running up to me, a bow and quiver of arrows in hand.
"See, sex-crazed demon." Emmanuel muttered, before going limp, his head hanging.
"Hunter?! Go back and lay down!" I ordered as he put an arm around my shoulder.
"Who is this asshole?" Hunter asked.
"My ex. Aviance and Actaeon's father." I said, looking away, tears shining in my eyes.
"Staz..." He muttered, his voice weak.
"He thinks that I have you here to use for sex." I said, suddenly furious.
"What?! This guy needs to realize, I'm just running homework to you and explaining it to you when I got hurt. I see when you say 'go lay down', that he figured, but..." Hunter trailed off.
"Sh-shut up...angel." Emmanuel then whimpered.
"Emmanuel, I won't hurt you, as long as you try not to harm me, kay? Deal?" I asked.
Emmanuel nodded.
I turned to Hunter.
"Get the arrow out of him." I ordered.
Hunter yanked the arrow out of Emmanuel.
Emmanuel dropped to the ground with a loud thud.
"I thought...you said you weren't...G-going to hurt me." Emmanuel gasped.
"Would you rather put this back in your chest?" Hunter snapped, working on getting Emmanuel up.
"Here." I said, going to help.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Emmanuel practically shrieked.
I held my hands up in surrender.
"Okay, okay, god. I doubt Hunter can take you to an infirmiry room when he should be in one himself." I said.
"Fine, if you have to." Emmanuel winced over the words.
I draped Emmanuel's left arm around my shoulders and put my arm around his waist.
With the help of Hunter, We got Emmanuel to the nearest room. We put him on the bed, staying out of his hurting range.
"You...You let her touch me like that. Has she slept with you?" Emmanuel asked, gasping for air as if he had been running several miles non-stop.
"WHAT?! Dude, I'm her friend, Azrael's her boyfriend. Her ONLY boyfriend. You're mistaken." Hunter exclaimed.
"Oh." Emmanuel said.
"Why does he hate you so much?" Hunter asked.
I might as well tell the truth.
"When Azrael got me pregnant, I hadn't exactly broken up with Emmanuel yet. But we weren't exactly together either. Emmanuel and I, I mean." I said, embarrassed.
"Oh." Hunter looked away.
Emmanuel moaned.
"Here. Hunter, in the second drawer of the dark brown dresser, there is a first-aid kit. Grab it for me?" I said, going up to Emmanuel.
There was blood pouring down his arm, and he looked even paler than usual.
"Blood," Emmanuel said, his eyes glossy. "I need blood."
"Don't. He might imprint on you. Not good." Hunter said, handing me the first aid kit.
I opened the box and grabbed a roll of gauze, liquid band-aid, and liquid disinfectant.
"Don't need that...Just blood. Please." Emmanuel said, grabbing my wrist.
His touch was gentle and his hands soft, unlike when he had angrily grabbed my shoulders.
"He's trying to get you to imprint with him. It's the only way he'll heal fast enough." Hunter said, disgust in his voice.
Emmanuel was desperate.
He snatched my wrist, yanking me on him. I fell sideways on his chest, my neck in front of his mouth. He bit down on my neck, hard. I could feel myself trembling as he drank from my neck with no remorse. Emmanuel repositioned me. I ended up under him as he stradled my legs, holding my shoulders down as he drank. I suddenly went woozy, and as if I was going to throw up, or pass out. Or both. Then it was replaced by a feeling of shock and love and anger.
But, they weren't my own.
I realized with a jolt.
They were Emmanuel's feelings!
Is this what imprinting is?
I shuddered.
"GET OFF OF HER! YOU'LL KILL HER!" Hunter yelled.
Emmanuel fidgeted and softened his bite, and I felt his hands slide under my dress and up my legs.
I struggled, and then Hunter threw Emmanuel off of me.
"Enough!" Hunter was yelling at Emmanuel, but all I felt was pure schock.
It took me a few minutes to realize that Hunter was shaking my shoulders and saying my name.
"Anastasia! Anastasia! Vixen! Vix!" Hunter was saying.
"Oh, god, Anastasia, I'm so sorry. Especially since I was just evil towards you. Now I've gone and imprinted with you. God, it felt so good though." Emmanuel was saying.
I snapped out of my shock.
"N...Not fair." Was all I could manage.
"That I've been an ass? Yeah, I realize. Snap outta it though." Emmanuel said, shaking my shoulders lightly.
Shocks went up my arm, but it was more pleasurable.
"I...hate you." I said.
"I love you too." Emmanuel whispered.
"What is imprinting?" I asked.
"So you know stuff that the school hasn't taught us yet, but you don't know something as simple as an imprint?" Hunter asked.
"There are three types of imprints: Bellator imprints, Coniungetur imprints, and Immortalis imprints. A Bellator Imprint is a imprint between two angels. One angel being trained with Warrior skills, the other angel something else. A Coniungetur Imprint is an imprint between an angel and a downworlder. That's mainly for what the angel can be used for. And, an Immortalis Imprint is a imprint between two Angels as lovers. They're called mates. You can have several of the Bellator and Coniungetur imprints, but not of the Immortalis." Hunter explained.
"Oh." I said, not looking up.
"Anastasia? Emmanuel?" I heard Azrael call. "Dammit! Where did they go?"
I perked up at his voice.
"I gotta go," I muttered, mostly to myself.
"Staz. One more thing before I go," Emmanuel said, before grabbing me and pulling me in.
He kissed me.
Warmth spread through my body.
I pushed him away and slapped him across the face. It sounded like a crack of a whip.
Emmanuel disappeared into the shadows.
I walked out of the room.
And straight into Azrael.
"Oh! Babe, come with me." He said.
Before he could notice, I covered the bitemarks on my neck.
"What?" Azrael asked, prying my hand from my neck.
Azrael saw the bitemarks and lowered his eyes, pissed off.
Before he could say anything, I turned into a cheetah and ran off trying to ignore my tears and Azrael calling my name.


Azrael

Emmanuel had bit Anastasia.
MY Anastasia.
She turned into a cheetah and ran off.
"Anastasia!" I called.
Then it struck me.
Her thoughts.
He probably thinks I LET Emmanuel bite and inprint with me. Azrael's gonna hate me. Even though I DIDN'T let Emmanuel bite me, and that Emmanuel did it on his own accord. I wonder where the nearest ditch it...I'd rather like to die in it.

Poor Baby.
She thought I was mad at HER.
No, I was pissed off at Emmanuel.
Can she hear MY thoughts?
Yes, I can. You aren't angry at me?

No, I thought.
I'm in the kitchen.

I ran to the kitchen, thinking about angels. Ever since the modern shoe, we NEVER use our wings. It used to be where feet were rarily used, and it was considered sexual for angels to touch each other's feet. I need to fly more.
I got to the kitchen.
She was there, sitting cross-legged on the counter. She gave me 'the look.'
"So, you wanted to take me somewhere private?" She asked, her tone sexy and seductive.
"Aren't you hungry?" I asked, feeling like a complete idiot.
"Oh...Yeah." She said, dropping the sexy tone.
I went over to the microwave and pulled out a to-go box.
I handed it to her.
She opened it up, and the smell of fish and cheeze wafted out.
She ate it.
"So..." I ran a hand through my hair. "Emmanuel imprinted with you?"
Anastasia stopped eating.
"Yeah...I tried to stop him, but..." She trailed off.
I got the hint to drop the subject.
Hunter walked in.
He was shirtless, his tan chest wrapped in gauze, a wince after every breath.
I glared.
I could smell Anastasia ALL OVER him.
He imprinted with her.
Hunter?
As her Warrior?
Ha.
"Do you have any wine?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe.
Anastasia got up and opened the metal fridge.
She grabbed a bottle of red wine and handed the bottle to Hunter.
"It'll help you sleep, but don't drink the whole bottle." Anastasia said.
He clutched it, muttered a thank you, and walked out.
"Why are you so nice to him?" I snapped.
She sighed an annoyed sigh.
"He's sorta like my brother." She said.
"Answering your first question, Eve wants to talk to you." I blurted.
Why hadn't I said that earlier?
"Oh." Anastasia said, looking away.
She hopped off of the counter and kissed me on the cheek.
"Where is she?" Anastasia asked.
Where did Eve say she was going?
"The living room." I remembered out loud.
She walked off.
God, I was so happy to have her, I could die.
I heard that.

He's THREATENING TO KILL MY CHILDREN

Anastasia

I rolled my eyes as I walked out.
It was going to be a while before I was used to being Imprinted with three guys.
I swear, if they start banging chests at each other, I'll explode.
I had to be careful, too.
With Imprinting, there comes a little gift with each one.
With Azrael AKA my 'Mate', I shared my thoughts with his. With Emmanuel AKA my 'Consort', I shared emotions with him. With Hunter AKA my 'Warrior', I shared an instinct of danger and pain.
Why does it have to be so dang complicated?!
Hung up on my thoughts, I bumped into someone.
There was a male grunt from the person.
I looked up and froze.
He looked like Caspian!
He had curly blonde tendrils of hair that ended at the nape of his neck, and his eyes a mocha brown.
He was super-tall and reminded me of THE MORTAL INSTRUMENT'S Jace Wayland.
His eyes pulsed a gold as he studied