The Angel Sees Grey

Hi, I'm a newbie here. I've written 15 Chapters so far, still have a few more chapters to complete. Happy reading and commenting! Enid

Chapter 1

“Who is the man you want…” Elizabeth used her hand to slit the throat, indicating what she would do to the man in question.



“The brown, curly haired one wearing the grey jacket there,” Charlotte Lucas spat out the words, pointing out the man standing under the Union Jack flag.



Elizabeth patted the other woman with tired eyes. “Leave this to me. Your pain will be revenged.”



Charlotte nodded. “I think I’ll go home now.”



“You don’t want to watch?”



Charlotte shook her head vehemently.



“No prob, you go and pamper yourself. I’ll share some photos once I’m done with the heartless man.”



After Charlotte left, Elizabeth zipped towards her target, avoiding all the posh men and perfumed women milling around or dancing in the room. When she reached the man, she touched his shoulder to get his attention. “Hi, hunk.”



The man possessed deep blue eyes and angular facial features. His strong muscular shoulders and fit body were wrapped in a tailor-made, fine quality, dark grey silk business suit. Handsome and hunky. No wonder Miss Lucas fell for him. But the tightened lips and frown on his face told of his arrogance and condescending. Elizabeth’s body thrilled. She would enjoy punishing a man, for the first time. She could beat as harsh as she wanted, and hear him beg for leniency.  “Want to dance?” She pouted her mouth seductively and stood near him in her flirtiest pose.



His eyes scanned from her face to her chest. Then he shook his head. “No, thanks. I rarely dance.” After such a curt and rude answer, he turned his body from her and resumed listening to the other man.



“Forget about Darcy,” the other man leaned over and said to Elizabeth. He had a charming smile and twinkling eyes, which spoke of his chivalry and politeness. Equally tall, he was wearing a light grey suit. Elizabeth wouldn’t mind switching her attention to him if she didn’t have an assignment on hand. “I’d love to dance with you. George Wickham here. And you are?”



Mr. Wickham stretched out his hand, but she shook her head, eyes still gazing at Darcy. “Why don’t you like to dance, Mr. Darcy?” She lowered her voice to a sultry level, employing all the tricks in the book of seduction.



Darcy’s face turned pink and he stepped back from her. “I prefer to do my own asking. Is that clear enough to you?”



Fire spread in her chest. Damn rude man! She began planning the additional torture for when she laid her hands on him.



“Ignore him, my lovely lady,” Wickham wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her to the dance floor. She chewed her lip with frustration. She seldom had problems with assignments. This Mr. Darcy was annoying to the max. She plotted Level Seven torture to relieve her annoyance as well. And she had no time for this Mr. Wickham, no matter how smooth he behaved.  He was distraction.



When she darted her eyes to her target again, he was heading for the door. That couldn’t happen! She couldn’t lose him. Her mission must be completed. She had to get rid of Wickham, real quick. Rather than letting him pull her to the dance floor, she pressed him towards the wall.



“So impatient?” He raised his eyebrow and grinned. As he lowered his mouth and tried to kiss her mouth, she nuzzled on his neck and raised her hands to his shoulders.

Then with a press of fingers on the vein on his neck, she had him where she wanted, unconscious like a log of dead wood. She lowered his listless body onto a chair, arranging him as a drunken man who had fallen asleep.



Without drawing attention to anyone, she slipped out of the party and ran after her target. After about half a metre mad dash along the streets, she caught him rounding a corner to a darker alley.



Beep!



He had just pressed the remote to his sleek Mercedes GTK.



Perfect!



She quickened her pace, stood by the car and blocked him from closing the door after he had slid into the driver’s seat.



“Not so easy!” Her hand grabbed the door tight.



“What do you think you are doing?” He raised his voice.



She leaned near him and stretched out her hand. He flinched away with a look of alarm in his eyes. Before he could press the horn to alarm others, her fingers touched the vein on his neck and applied pressure to render him into blackness. He almost slumped onto the wheel, but she caught his head. With a slight push, she shifted him to the passenger seat with ease.



With her hand on the computer screen of the car, Elizabeth commanded, “take me back to where you come from.” The engine purred into action, and she held the wheel with a satisfied smile. After all, the mission would be completed.



She enjoyed London night scenes. Even though it was almost midnight, people of all races, sizes and shapes fooled around in the streets. She wouldn’t mind joining them if she had some time later on.



After twenty minutes zig-zagging past the streets in the dark, the car drove into a garage in a two storey stone mansion in an affluent neighbourhood. Elizabeth searched Darcy’s pocket and found some keys. She left him in the car while she scoured the building. Luck was on her side. He seemed to live alone – in a big, modern, masculine townhouse, with all the equipment she needed. Her steps skipped. She almost flew downstairs, with a grin on her face, picked Darcy up on her shoulders, and carried him up to the spacious bedroom.



In the dark grey bedroom with a huge leather bed, some gym equipment sat near the balcony. With three top bars, they were perfect for her purpose. She found a leather belt from the impeccably tidy walk-in wardrobe. With her weight as leverage for Darcy to lean on, she raised his hands and tied them up onto one of the top bars. Taking a deep breath after the exhaustive act, she walked into the ensuite bathroom, filled a glass of water, came out and splashed it over his face.



He blinked open his eyes. As his pupils focused and saw her, the muscles on his face throbbed. He scanned the room, catching his position near the fitness equipment.  His eyes widened when he finally realised he was tied up.



“What the hell?” He yelled, jerking his hands.



Elizabeth observed his struggle with her arms folded across her chest.



When he tried to raise his legs onto the reclining seat which was part of the gym equipment to leverage his body up, she called out, “Hey, hey! Not so easy!”



With quick strides, she grabbed two more belts from the wardrobe and wrapped her hands around his legs to stop him from getting free. He swung and swayed but Elizabeth held on tight.



“Let go of me!” he growled. “Who are you?”



“Stupid man!” she murmured, as she pulled one of his legs and secured it to a vertical bar with a belt. Despite his fierce struggle, she immobilized his other leg to another bar too.



“Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?”



“You don’t need to know,” Elizabeth said. She grinned as she finished; she had him where she wanted. Elizabeth normally worked in the children’s department, punishing lazy school kids, taking away their toys and favourite foods. This was the first assignment she had in a new department, and she couldn’t wait to work on it. He had powerful thighs and muscles. With her usual squeeze, she could make him unconscious very easily. But she needed him to be awake to endure the punishment.



Taking a few deep breaths, she searched his wardrobe again, amid his loud protests and demands for releasing him.



She returned with another leather belt and lashed it on his arse.



“Urgh!!!” He screamed in pain.



Oh, had she used too much force? Well, it served him right.



“Why are you attacking me?”



“I don’t need to explain.”



She flicked the belt again, lighter this time.



He didn’t flinch. “Are you mental? I don’t know you. I haven’t hurt you. Why are you doing this to me?”



Annoying man! Fine, she would tell remind him of his sin. “This is for leading Miss Lucas on,” she said finally.



“Who is Miss Lucas?” Darcy cried out. “I don’t know any Miss Lucas.”



“There is no need to deny it.” She snapped the belt onto his other arse cheek. “She pointed out you to me at the party. This second one was for saying cruel words about her.”



“I don’t know any Miss Lucas! Stop it! Or I’ll report you to the police.”



“Not admitting to your wrongdoing?” Elizabeth stopped and put her hands on her hips. “You don’t feel enough pain?” She stared at him furiously. The thick winter clothes were cushioning the pain. They had to go. Throwing the belt onto the floor, she grabbed the waist of his Armani trousers from the back and tore them in two.



“Stop it, crazy woman!” Darcy shivered as beads of sweat felt from his head to his nose. He was truly frightened now. He didn’t recall how he had come to return home with this beautiful but deranged woman. His last memory of the night was seeing her leaning near his car.



She must have found his address and drove him here. But how could she have dragged him up to the bedroom and tied him up? Did she have an accomplice? Just then, when she was grasping his legs, her strength could compare to a ball of lead. And now, she was belting him and ripping clothes off him. Was he going to be attacked sexually? By a demented woman? In his own house? And who was this Miss Lucas? Who was this woman?



After the trousers, Elizabeth gripped the collar of his suit and ripped the back of it away from his body with one jerk. His waistcoat, shirt and jockeys met the same fate a few seconds later. His protests and shouts drowned her ears.



When he stood stark naked, she picked up the belt and thrashed his arse again. He was a superb specimen, not a tiny bit of fat. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, pert bottoms and a well-endowed manhood. Pity he was a jerk and his body would bear scars of his own wrongdoing. She raised the belt.



“Stop!” His voice was coarse, his throat tight, hands and legs burned against the restraints and his bottoms started to feel numb.  “You’ve got the wrong man. I’m Fitzwilliam Darcy. I’ve never known this Miss Lucas. I’ve never hurt her.”



Elizabeth sat down on the bed, tired from the lashing. “She met you on the Internet a month ago.”



“I don’t meet strange women on Internet. You can check my iPad or laptop’s history.”



She hated people who perpetuated lies and had no remorse. Throwing the belt onto the floor, she walked near him and slapped his thigh.



“No!” he screamed out. A palm mark in red scorched his skin. It hurt more than the belt. Who was this woman? Her hand was like iron. He panted, squeezed his eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling and bit his lips to will the pain away.



“Then you asked her out to the West End last week, to watch Les Misérables.”



Her furious voice tore through his brain. Last week? He gritted out the words, “I was in Australia for the last month, and only came back two days ago. My passport is in the desk drawer. You can check it.”



She smacked him again, this time on the shoulder. The next time, she would slap his penis, if he persisted being stubborn. His yells turned to screams, and he swore at her with the foulest language.



But once her hand touched his body this time, his words sank in. Australia?



She opened her mouth. “Truly?”



“I couldn’t meet this Miss Lucas at West End last week when I was in Sydney.”



She paused. Surely he was lying again. But on the safe side, she searched the drawers. Finally she found his passport. Flipping it open, her eyes stared at the stamp on one of the pages.



Depart 10 July 2012.



“Oh bad! Real bad!” That was just two days ago. Elizabeth mumbled as she continued to leap through the pages of the passport and walked in circles by the desk.



With a weakened voice, Darcy said, “Now do you believe me? You’ve got the wrong man! Untie me right now!”



“How could this have gone so wrong?” Elizabeth stuttered, rubbing her hands over her eyes. “Oh, what should I do? And my first assignment! I’m going to hell. My God.”



“Untie me immediately!” he commanded, feeling more like his usual self.



She darted another look at him, naked, tied up, with reddened skin everywhere on his body.  “Bad, bad, bad. I must go now. I’ve got to go.”



“No, you can’t leave me here like this!” Darcy bellowed as he saw the lunatic disappear from his bedroom, slamming the door shut.



Outside Darcy’s bedroom, Elizabeth pushed the window on the corridor open, climbed out and jumped.



With hands spread horizontal, she floated on air, and with a swirl of her body and a kick, she ascended into the sky.



Up, up, she flew, passing clouds, birds and pollen; she finally reached the seventh level of heaven and landed on the white turf of her leader.



“My dear Meesterstuk, Elizabeth Bennettocentem comes to report an alarming incident.” She bowed her head with hands clenched tight on her back.



Meesterstuk stood as he slid his finger over the skypad in his hand and glanced at her from time to time.



“You are on your first assignment, to answer a prayer for justice.”



“Indeed, Meesterstuk.”



“Did you not meet up with the devoted and faithful human?”



“I did.”



“And?”



“I fear I have bungled my first assignment.” Her lips trembled.



Meesterstuk walked near Elizabeth and surveyed her manner for a second. “Tell me everything, from the beginning.”



She drew in a deep breath. “My mission was to punish the cruel, heartless man who has hurt Miss Charlotte Lucas of Meryton, upon the faithful woman’s plea for help.”



He nodded.



“She was led on by this man she befriended on Facebook about three months ago. She had sent him money when he said he was in a bit of a tight spot.”



“Continue.”



“The man seduced her with words in the cybersphere, but when she finally met him, face to face, he told her she was plain, like a piece of paper, totally unexciting and sexually unappealing.”



“Yes.”



“Miss Lucas was greatly hurt by the words, and prayed for justice to be done to this man. As a loyal follower of heaven since the young age of four, you answered her prayer and assigned me, as someone with similar experience, as her avenger.”



“All seems to be well thus far.”



Elizabeth shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Miss Lucas took me to a party in a wealthy woman’s house in London tonight, and pointed out the man to me, a Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy.” She remembered her target telling her his full name during his protest. Sweat started to trickle down her breasts.



“But when I secured the offending man at his home and dealt him the punishment, he protested not knowing a Miss Lucas.”



Meesterstuk shook his head. “The callous man probably lies to avoid punishment.”



“I thought so as well,” Elizabeth nodded eagerly. “But when he begged me to explain the reason for his punishment…”



“You know that we do not need to explain anything. The offending human will know deep in their heart how guilty they are.”



“I thought so myself, but he was unbelievably stubborn. So I reminded him they had met on the Internet and of the last fateful meeting in the West End last week,” Elizabeth whispered as she rushed out the words. “He told me he was in Australia then.”



“Another lie, probably.”



“He begged me to check his passport.” Her voice became lower and lower. “The stamp and date seem to be genuine.”



“What?” Meesterstuk raised his voice. “How could this happen? How can this have gone wrong?”



“That was what I thought as well. That is why I returned immediately to ask for your further instruction.”



Meesterstuk rubbed his jaw and paced around in circles. “Let me check on tonight’s footage.” He then called up a big screen from his skypad. The image showed Elizabeth’s descent to earth and then when she met up with Charlotte, persuading the earth woman that Elizabeth could help her revenge on her hurt. Next, they appeared in the party, Miss Lucas pointing out Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth approaching him…



“Grey, Elizabeth Bennettocentem! Miss Lucas said grey.” He pointed his finger at the two men standing next to each other in the party.



“But Darcy was wearing grey.”



“No! The one you approached, this Mr. Darcy, is wearing charcoal! Charcoal is not grey. It is darker.”



Elizabeth’s entire body quivered on her leader’s loud yell. She had never seen the avenging god this angry. She would be dead, again. To save her fate, she protested weakly, “How could I know that there are so many shades of grey?”



“Charcoal is not grey,” he repeated. “It is dark, like black! Such a simple assignment, and you messed it up so badly. Have you dealt Mr. Darcy the punishment?”



She nodded, lamely.



“How many times did you whip him? An innocent man? We can’t have this happening. My star rating will be in jeopardy.”



“My Meesterstuk, I am sorry. Please do not be too harsh on me. It is my first job. I am still learning. I will be more careful in future.” She could not stop babbling.



“But you have been an avenger for almost two years.”



“I only dealt with children in the past. They seem a lot easier to deal with than men.”



“My section strives to achieve perfection! Your huge mistake will bring down our rating. What if I was marked with one star?” Meesterstuk threw the skypad and smashed it against the wall of ivy. Fire and air were breathing out from his ears and his face had turned green, his body doubled.



“I am sorry. So very sorry. I am willing to be punished. To do whatever it takes to return the department to its five-star rating.” She was bowing her head, low and fast. She didn’t want to be eaten by the avenging god and spit out as hail on earth.



The green giant pulled another skypad out from under a cloud and typed frantically.



“I will send my favourite, Lydia Youngschlutt, to avenge Miss Lucas. She will deal with Wickham. And an eye for an eye. I now return you to earth for one life. You will belong to Mr. Darcy from now on, until he sends you away.”



Elizabeth felt relieved. At least her life was spared. Or she wasn’t sent to hell. But she still wanted to make sure what her punishment entailed. “Belong to Mr. Darcy? How?”



“However he wants it. I don’t care. Now go!”



“But he’s an arrogant jerk.”



“Whom you have hurt. I shall erase his memory so he won’t feel the pain too much. But sometimes it may not work completely; especially his body may bear the scars. If he resents you and hurts you back, you have to bear that and obey him. Is that clear?”



She gritted her teeth. To be spared from hell was good, but to spend a lifetime at Mr. Darcy’s beck and call? That could be unbearable. She opened her mouth, wanting to argue her case again. But with a flick of his hand, Meesterstuk sent her tumbling out of his turf. “Now, off you go to the earth gate to wait for your turn to be human again.”



After some bounds and rolls, she was helped to stand up by another angel.



“Are you all right, my dear?”



“Thank you,” Elizabeth caught her breath. “Magdalen Gardinkyndnes?” She had helped her once, when the elderly angel’s little guardian went missing. Elizabeth had found the boy cherub hiding in a playground on earth.



“Yes, you still remember me.”



The young angel nodded.



“I heard Meesterstuk’s words.”



Elizabeth winced. “It was my fault. Not much I can do.”



“I will help you.”



“Indeed? How?”



“I will tamper with his instructions and leave you with some angelic power, so at least you won’t become Mr. Darcy’s slave.”



Elizabeth hugged her tightly.



“But nothing serious, just that you can defy Mr. Darcy from time to time.” The older guardian angel winked.



“Thank you! You are my saviour.”



“Now, off you go. I promise to work on it as soon as possible.”



Elizabeth nodded and gave her another hug before going to the gate of human being.



Hmm, how bad will it get for Lizzy?