1 The only light in the room was from the open window. Rain slid down the glass, casting slithering shadows over her face. Lilith slid even farther in her chair, lifting the bottle and taking another swig. The anger she felt was so heavy, but the sorrow outweighed it by far. A child. She had killed a child. And the child had known, too. When she'd look upon Lilith, she'd seen her white eyes; seen her death. This was her second bottle of vodka, so maybe if she drank another she would-

" You won't die, dearest."

Lilith didn't even flinch at his voice. She was too drunk, too hurt to care.

The demon stood next to the window, just out of the light, his aura pulsing red, but never enough to heat her cold body or her cold heart. She couldn't see him, but she could sense him.

" Fuck off, Ramses."

"The shadows laughed." Is that any way to greet a friend?"

" You're not my friend," she said as she took another drink from the bottle.

" What's all this nonsense about dying?"

" How do you do it?" she whispered from her spot in the dark.

" Do what?" he asked, though he already knew what she wanted to know.

" How do live with yourself after you kill someone?"

She seemed so small and innocent to him. In this moment, she was scared and vulnerable, huddled in a chair dressed in black langerie, gripping a bottle of alcohol as if it was her savior. " I enjoy it, really. It gives me energy and pleasure. And I don't see the problem in killing them. They are nothing to us, Lilith."

He watched as she stood slowly and walked to the window, the bottle dangling in her left hand. She was always graceful, pale and fluid in her movements.

Touching the glas with a tentative hand, she wondered. " If I didn't do it, maybe I would die."

He froze. " Is that what you want? To die?"

" I wonder what it's like to die?" She turned to him, seeing nothing but shadows. " But where would we go, you and I?" she said with a laugh. " It is said that humans either go to Heaven or Hell when they die. But where would an angel and a demon go if they die?"

" Lilith...stop it." She was bringing out those feelings in him again. He didn't like feeling, especially for Lilith or any goddamn human.

" Ramses, does your heart beat?" she asked as she reached out a pale hand toward him.

Well, fuck it, he thought. He grabbed her ice cold hand in his warm one and yanked it to his chest. " No."

She stepped within his dark warmth, reminding her of dark desires a long time ago. She took his other hand and placed it over her breast. " Neither does mine. We're not alive. Not dead. We're monsters, you and I."

She was drowning him with her cool blue aura and her sadness. " No, we aren't monsters. Can monsters feel this?" he asked as he slid his hands up her bare waist. " Can they feel heat and pressure like this?" His hands slid further up to her breasts.

Her head fell back with a sigh as he ran his hands all over her body. He smiled as she dropped the bottle and her body began to glow.

" Ramses," she said as she looked up at him, " can you feel my soul?"

He growled low in his throat. He could feel it pulsing within her, feel the heat of it radiating through his hands. She was almost too bright for him. " Yes, I can feel it."

" Is it strong?" she asked as she wound her arms around his neck.

With another growl, he grabbed her legs and lifted her up against him. He pushed her body up against the window when she wrapped her legs around his hips. " You've no idea," he whispered.

She could see him now. His dark brown eyes, his short brown hair. Whoever made him had taken great time and effort into his appearance. His face was long with a strong jaw, and his body was the most beautiful of all the demons she had encountered.

She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, slowly pulsing, biting, slowly pulsing. She saw his eyes grow dark, saw the red haze grow over them. " Take me, then. Take my soul, damn me and end my existence."

She was thrown into the shadows against the far wall with such force that she felt her right arm crack. He was there suddenly, twisting her broken arm and yanking her head back by the hair.

" Is that what you want?" he growled over her gasps of pain. " You want someone to put a stop to your suffering?"

" Yes," she gasped through the pain. She should have known that he wouldn't be gentle with her.

" Well, then. You'll put a stop to mine first," he said as he began to unzip his black pants.

He threw her to the ground and climbed on top of her, spreading her legs. She didn't move, didn't speak, didn't stop him. He hit her, watching as she spit out the blood gathering in her mouth. The blood shone against her pale skin and he felt that thing inside him howl. He ripped her underwear off and shoved himself inside her.

They both gasped and their bodies arched in that first moment. " Can you feel that?" he growled as he slowly began to move inside her.

She cried out and fisted her hands at her sides, watching as he kneeled above her, slowly working in and out. Ramses slapped her again, moaning at the sight of her blood on her face. " Can you feel this!" he yelled at her.

She could feel it, and it was too much. She was furious, she was wound up too tight with pleasure, she hated him, and she wanted more. Lilith reared back and punched him, and then rolled him, switching their positions. Here was another way to forget. Here was another way to lock out the things that she did. And she knew this method well. But she wasn't going to let him have what he wanted.

Lilith punched him again, licking the blood from her knuckles as she pulled away from him and stood, walking over to her liquior cabinet. Ramses was behind her in a second, bending her over the counter, shoving himself inside her again.

" Don't think you can walk away. This is what you want, you know it. This is what we need," he breathed against her neck.

As every time she gave in, a small part of her died as she moved against him, letting pleasure override her thoughts and emotions. He pulled out and spun her around to face him, hitching her up against him.

" Wrap your legs around me. Oh, fuck," he growled as she took him inside her. He dropped to the ground. " Ride me Angel. I want to feel it."

She rocked her hips back and forth, throwing her head back as it all became too much; the alcohol, the pleasure, Ramses. The pace got faster, their voices louder, the sensation brighter. And since she knew it would be better, she leaned down over him.

" Drink," she gasped.

He howled then, an animalistic sound of hunger. Ramses wrapped his arms tightly around her and moved faster, getting her ready. Just before she came, he sunk his teeth into her shoulder, moaning as the flood of blood entered his mouth. She came then, hard and fast, just as he did. He rammed his hips into her as he sucked and sucked.

After another moment, he pulled away and she collapsed against him. He held her while they tried to regain control.

" There," he whispered against her hair. " We're not monsters."

" No. We're something more, trapped here forever to kill." He brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her cheek, shocking her by his kindness.

" Yes."

" Alone."

" No," he whispered. " Not alone."