I haven't a clue where this little thing cam from, but, ah well. Well, my lovelies, read and review as always.

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I walked idly down the country road, relaxed and at ease with the fading rays of the sun warm upon my skin. The world was filled with a warm silence, the kind of silence, where it isn’t really silence at all, but it feels ever so quiet anyway.

I was simply walking back from the house of a friend of mine. She lived not far from me and the task of walking down the road, despite it being early evening and that I was alone, did not bother me. It was still so light after all.

It was only a slight feeling of unease that started the panicking inside my head. I continued walking anyway, running a hand through my messy short black hair. A nervous habit I couldn’t have stopped if I tried. Though I held my head up still and feigned an air of ease, my whole being felt taut and quivering, ready to lash out should anything have startled me.

But I was never given a chance to be startled. I heard a soft sound of movement behind me and found myself held tightly against someone, one arm wrapped around my waist, pinning my arms affectively to my sides, another hand gently covering my lips to stop me from yelling. My pulse quickened but I was too terrified to struggle.

I froze, stock still, waiting, for something to happen. Eventually, I heard a soft voice, barely a whisper, say; “Relax”. I tried to relax but something about the voice unnerved me. It was so desperately like something I knew, but it wasn’t. It was a breathy whisper that held a shadowy trace of a voice that I had always known so well.

The person holding me twisted me around to face him. My breath caught in my throat and I felt the familiar prick of tears behind my eyes. I bit my lip and struggled to hold them back, closing my eyes. I felt a pressure under my chin forcing my face upward.

“Open your eyes” demanded the same soft voice.

I did open my eyes and instantly felt a hot tear slide down my cheek. “Are you going to accept that it’s me and look me in the eyes?” he asked gently as I looked sideways, avoiding what I knew would be a searching gaze, grey pools like liquid mercury, inquisitive and sharp, impossible to hide anything from. I didn’t want to accept that it was who I knew it was and I definitely did not want to look at him in the eyes.

I heard him sigh and felt warm breath whistle past me, caressing my bare neck and making me shiver. The sun was almost gone and if I looked carefully, I could already see the moon, hanging pale and listless in the sky, welcoming the darker hues of night. I was just a little afraid.

“Why are you afraid of me, my little angel, my Danny?” he asked me. I shuddered at the use of his nicknames and turned to look at him, sure my will was strong. But I was foolish. As soon as my green eyed gaze met his silvery grey one, I broke, melted.

“You were gone…” I managed to say softly, “They said you had died.” He smiled slightly; a feature on his face that I knew well. He had always liked to smile.

“Oh did they?” he said quietly, sounding faintly amused, “well, I can’t say they were wrong.” I breathed in sharply. What in God’s name was he talking about? He was standing right next to me, I could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, feel his grey eyes boring into my soul…

“Rather, my Danny, you should be asking what in Satan’s name am I talking about…” He leant down and pressed a soft kiss to my neck. I shivered. It didn’t occur to me to wonder why he knew exactly what I’d been thinking the moment before.

“What do you mean exactly…?” I asked him, frightened. He was not the same person he was once and I was transfixed in terror as his mouth curled up into a smirk.

He leant close and whispered into my ear.

“My little angel, I had a choice, to let the both of us die or sell my soul in exchange for your life. I chose the latter. Despite selling my soul, however,” he added with a hint of wry amusement, “you still have to pay back your own debt, cause, my Danny; you’re already living on borrowed time.”

I shook with fear at his words. Many may have laughed at them or scorned their truth. But I could not deny it. He could not and would not lie to me. And, though he frightened me, he cared for me too.

For all that my parents, my friends and all who knew me had hated him. He did more than they ever could have. It had seemed too good to be true anyway. It was his fault that I had been there anyway, with him. But he had still given his all to protect me. When a car driving sixty miles per hour hits into a metre high concrete barrier at the edge of a bridge, it had to be some intervention that saved the fifteen year old in the passenger seat, even if not the gorgeous eighteen year old driver.

No miracle could have saved me then. But giving your soul to the devil in exchange for my life? That could have and did save me.

“What is it I have to do…?” I asked him. I never should have gotten mixed up with him, none of it would have happened. Too late now though.

“My Danny, before I address that, I’d love to know why you regret getting mixed up with me…” I bit my lip and tried to look away. “Is it that I was the worst person your parents could ever wish you to be with?” I shook my head. “Is it that though? You say no, but what parent would want their child getting together with someone three years older than them, in a band, who drinks like the alcohol is water, smokes like a chimney and snorts cocaine like a psycho, drives like he has a death wish and can’t help but want to run his hands all over their precious little darling and corrupt that perfect little school-kid?”

He spoke the truth of himself and my parents, but not me.

“That’s not why I regret getting mixed up with you,” I told him gently, “I regret being with you because if I hadn’t got involved with you, you never would have got hurt.”

I felt his taut body soften and he pulled me unexpectedly into his arms, holding me in a crushing embrace.

I didn’t know what to do. I knew that it would not be long before my parents came looking for me and I was afraid as to what they might do to him. He was the person they hated most in the world, and he was supposed to be dead.

“My Danny,” he whispered huskily into my neck, planting a soft kiss there. I shivered. He placed more and more kisses, moving up my neck and along my jaw-line until his lips were right by mine. He paused, his eyes meeting mine.

“I love you,” I whispered, “Really I do.” He looked at me closely, intensely. I could see the dancing flames of hell in his eyes and knew without a doubt that, minion of Satan or not, I loved him and would follow him wherever he had to take me.

“Are you sure you love me?” he asked throatily, “Sure you’ll follow me?”

“Of course” I murmured, meeting his lips with my own and pressing a soft kiss to them. He didn’t move to kiss me deeper, nor did he pull away. I was glad that he let it remain just as it was, sweet and innocent.

He breathed out deeply.

“My little Danny, you are my angel and that was a glimpse of heaven for me, to be kissed like that. Hell is too dark. I cannot take you with me. Satan can kill me over and over eternally, but I won’t take you with me.”

I was hurt and touched all at once. It was my fault he had to endure that hell. I was not leaving him alone again. He was not leaving me alone. I heard voices calling my name, my parents’ voices. They rounded the bend in the road and saw me looking back at them with wide green eyes, held gently in the embrace of a dead man.

“Daniel!” my mother yelled at me, “Get away from that Demon! We’ll save you from his sinfulness and his evil soul!”

“Come along son, come to us, we’ll protect you from him! We won’t let him corrupt you again! We won’t! Listen to your mother and I, come here, we’ll keep that sinful child of devils from you.” I didn’t move. They never did get it.

I loved the way he corrupted me and made me his. When we’d been together, I’d relished doing everything my parents had forbidden me to do, especially with him. They thought I needed saving from falling into sin and evil, darkness. But they didn’t understand at all.

“Take me with you. I will light up the darkness for you” I told him. My parents screamed at me. It turned to them slowly. “You don’t understand. I don’t want to be saved or protected. I love him. I love being corrupted by him and being held by him. I love kissing him, because you know what? When I do, I taste darkness, evil and sin. And also, get this. They taste sweeter than the promise of heaven ever did.” My parents were stunned to silence for a moment as I turned back to him.

He reached out a gentle hand and pulled me towards him. I smiled as his lips met mine in a passionate, possessive and perfectly sinful kiss that lasted for more than a moment as I ran my hands through his perfect golden hair and he ran his gentle fingers through mine. I wouldn’t have stopped him for the world, because I had missed that burning desirous touch he had always had, and I needed him close to me.

We broke apart and my parents’ faces were twisted with horror as they yelled at us. He smiled and clicked his fingers, opening a gaping hole of darkness, steps leading downwards, heat drifting up towards us from it, bringing the smell of sulphur, fire and brimstone. I grinned at him.

I, holding his hand, began to descend the steps, letting the darkness swallow us. I heard a yell from my father and paused, turning to look back at him.

“He’s a demon, Daniel,” he warned me, “He sold his soul to the devil.”

I smiled wickedly, black hair falling in my eyes as I did so.

“I know. His name is Damien though, Dad, and he sold his soul for me”

The ground closed over above us, blocking out the dark night sky and the moon, giving way to blacks and browns and the burning, flickering reds, yellows and gold of fire. I lost myself in Damien’s arms, damned and loving it, eternally wrapped in darkness and evil, but tasting the sweetness that is, and always would be, Damien: pure, and oh so sweet, sin.

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