<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)   <br/><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel whimpered in pleasure and agony, her hands torn between pushing the sparrow away and pulling her closer.  "No," she gasped, pressing her lips against Crane's.  She felt the wall press cold and sobering against her back, and for a moment she saw Paul racing up the stairs with the girl's bloody frame.  Her eyes focused on him sharply even as she devoured Julie-Anna's passion.<br/><br/>She didn't blame him for it any more than she'd blame a canyon for the daring climber who fell into it.  She listened to him refute his own action, demand for the girl to live, but it hardly mattered.  What was done, was; it was the way things were meant to be.  She might regret it, but there was so much of that already.  The flagstones turned, the blood soaked into the floor and carpets and vanished.  Muriel pulled aside the image of the innocent young woman bleeding in pain and spent a masochistic moment examining it, saying farewell as she always did, and then her mind clawed the memory apart, leaving only stray tatters behind.<br/><br/>Muriel squirmed, lost in the carefree pleasure, and bit lightly at Crane's lips to bruise them.  Her hands moved over the woman's body, touching her breasts hesitantly, then too roughly.  "I haven't...I don't remember.  What do we do?  Pleasure me!"  She pulled off the last of the shirt and moved lower, wanting the dark woman naked, knowing that was important somehow.  Her wings stretched, massive, and folded around them both.  She hoped the girl - Lionna? - would stay put in the wine cellar; surely she would know not to come out?  The door slammed shut just in case.