Author's Note – This is one of those projects that came to me in a burst of inspiration, and as such, its not my best writing, so go easy on me. Also, it's a song fic, which I haven't written in ages. However, the awesome lyrics really mapped out the flow of the story for me, so I had to use it. It's just a bit of fun, and I hope you enjoy it!
Song title is Black Cat Bone, artist is Laika. I do not own in any way, shape, or form! It is purely used as a background track to this story!
The Devil's Cat
The Devil goes by many names, but to me he's simply known as Damian. Or, on days where I'm in a particularly bad mood, the sadistic asshat that made me his bride.
My story begins, as always, with a boy. And not just any boy. The wrong boy. He was a Corey, and that alone should have been warning enough, as I've never met a Corey that I've liked. But, you know, I figured I shouldn't keep judging people based on their names alone, so I decided to give this one a chance. Worst mistake ever.
It all began at the place where all teen romances are put to the ultimate test – the prom. The theme for our particular shindig was Angels and Demons, and Corey and I were going as polar opposites. I said that we were just like Romeo and Juliet. He simply said that I looked cute in a halo.
I think that I managed to survive the first hour before the shit well and truly hit the fan. A she-devil, who normally goes by the name of Bianca, decided, for reasons that were beyond me at the time, that she hated me. I'd hardly spoken two words to the girl all year, and yet she strode right up to me as if she knew me, yanked off my halo, stomped it into the ground, and then spilt punch down the front of my nice sky blue dress.
Must have been the devil who changed my mind
Must have been the wind blowing not me crying
That was the last straw for me. I'd never even wanted to go to prom, but Corey had said that it would be fun. Well, it wasn't, and when I left the school hall, I felt better than I had all night.
Half the joy of leaving was the space I left behind
"Kat, wait!" Corey called after me, his devil tail bouncing along behind him as he jogged along the walkway.
"I'm not going back in there," I said, shaking my head as I wiped at my tears. Corey looked torn between staying with me and going back inside, and I sort of realised at that moment that he was actually worried that he'd be that guy who had his date bail on him if I didn't go back in there. I also sort of didn't care.
"Okay, but at least come back in with me to grab your bag. Don't hide out here," he suggested, holding out his hand to me. I hesitated, not really wanting to take it, but then I realised that I didn't want to be that girl that got punch spilled on her and then never showed her face again. I had my pride, after all. Still didn't mean I was happy about it, though.
Now I'm back, angel-headed, hollow-eyed
Placed myself at the eye of the storm
Just didn't see the signpost to scorn
I walked back into that hall with my head held high, pretending that my dress wasn't stained pink, and that my mascara wasn't giving me panda eyes, and picked up my clutch bag from the table that I had left it on. Corey held his arm out for me, and as I slipped mine through his, I heard the unmistakable sound of snickering coming from a group of girls. It's a hard sound to miss, and I felt my lip tremble at it. Yet I stayed strong. At least until we'd made it outside.
The blue sky wrinkled through my tears
Then darkness grounded all my fears
On the car trip home, the water works started. I couldn't help it. Once they'd started, the tears just would not stop, and try as he might, Corey simply couldn't console me. It wasn't so much that I had been royally embarrassed in front of everyone at the prom, but more that I had no clue as to why. That, and the fact that my brand new dress – that I had paid for myself – had been ruined.
"Come on Kat, please stop," Corey almost begged, glancing over at me as we drove down the dark road. "Bianca's a bitch; don't let her get to you."
"But why?" I wailed, appealing to the gods above for answers. Which was easy enough to do, as Corey owned a convertible Mustang that had its top down that night. I remember the wind was icy cold on my skin, and that the usual clunks that the old car made sounded particularly loud.
I also remember that chilling moment when everything went silent, the headlights died, and the car hit a ditch at 60 miles per hour, launching it into the air and flipping it over. I remember hearing screaming, and then realising that it was coming from me, and then everything went dark.
When I next opened my eyes, I was lying in the mud, and every bone in my body felt as if it were broken. I spent several moments gingerly moving and flexing as many pieces of myself as possible, and soon discovered that, whilst I was going to be a walking bruise, I didn't seem to be broken anywhere. When I got to my feet however, a sharp stabbing pain shot up my leg, making me cry out. I collapsed back into the mud, my right ankle throbbing with pain so intense that it brought tears to my eyes. Staring at it in confusion – as I'd already ascertained that it wasn't broken, due to being able to rotate and flex it – I saw that it was quite swollen, and via process of elimination, I deduced that it must be twisted. Perfect.
Deciding that, whilst totally undignified, crawling was my only means of relatively pain-free movement, I started making my way back towards the car. It took me a moment to realise why it looked funny in the darkness. It was sitting on its side, and I was looking in at the seats. I'd been thrown clear, but where was Corey?
"Corey?" I called out, and then winced in pain. Taking in that much air to yell had hurt. "Corey, where are you?" I called again, ignoring the pain in my chest. I crawled my way closer to the car, scanning the immediate area for any sign of my boyfriend. When I eventually did find him, I felt all of the blood drain away from my face.
I could only see the top half of him, as the car covered the rest. Corey was wedged underneath, not moving, and looking as pale as Death himself.
"No. No, no, no!" I cried, rushing towards him and ignoring all of my own aches and pains. "Corey!" I yelled, yet there was no response. His eyes were closed, and when I jammed my fingers against his neck, I couldn't feel anything. His skin was cool, and he wasn't breathing. I felt like I was going to be sick.
I gave him my sugar; he switched it for salt
Should have seen him coming, that's always my fault
"Help! Somebody!" I yelled in desperation, but we were in the middle of nowhere, and no one answered me. "Please!" I cried, staring down at Corey's lifeless face in anguish.
When the pain in my chest became too much to bare, I almost welcomed it. The darkness of oblivion was so much more appealing than the harsh light of reality, and I sank into it willingly.
I became aware of voices, but I had no clue as to who they belonged to. They were nice voices, though. Soothing would be the word you'd use to describe them. I wanted to find out who they were, and when I forced my eyes open, I beheld several people in white, surrounded by a golden glow. And I could see Corey as well. He was standing with them, and he looked fine. I focussed on myself for a moment, and realised that I felt completely fine too. Where the hell were we?
"What's going on?" I asked, yet it was difficult, like I was drunk, and my words just wouldn't come out right. My body felt heavy too, and I struggled just to sit up.
"Kathryn, it's not your time yet," one of the glowing people said, and I wanted to just lie back down and sleep, but I shook that thought away as I saw Corey being led away by two of the other glowing people.
"Where are you taking him? And what do you mean, not my time? Not my time for what?" I asked, and every word was a struggle.
"Corey's time is over, but yours isn't. Rest. You need to keep your strength, as you have been through a most trying ordeal, and are not completely out of danger just yet."
"What?" I asked, and then it clicked. "Wait. Corey's dead," I said, and the man before me nodded. "Did I …?"
"Almost. It was touch and go, but you will live," he assured me, yet I was shaking my head.
"Corey can't die. Please, don't take him away," I begged. "Please let him live."
"I can't. It is his time to go."
"No! Please! I'll do anything! Just don't take him away from me!" I cried, and the man looked so helpless that I knew it was hopeless.
"Anything, you say?" another voice chimed in, and this one didn't sound soothing at all, but rather suave and arrogant.
"Can you save him?" I immediately asked, and the new guy – who didn't have a glow, but instead seemed to be standing in the shadows – smiled at me. It was a nice smile, yet at the same time it made me shudder.
"I can. For a price."
Rocks for my pillow and sand for my bed
For better or worse I left him for dead
"What price? Name it, and I'll pay it."
"Kathryn," the glowing man said, yet I ignored his tone of warning.
"Tell me!" I yelled at the man in the shadows.
"Your soul," he answered, and I knew then who he was. Only the Devil would ask for such a price. And yet despite that, I was going to pay it. The life of the man that I loved was on the line, after all.
But two rivers to each other run
Words that shook me like a kick of a gun
"Okay, I'll do it."
I said the necessary words, and I signed the contract, binding me to the Devil for all eternity in exchange for giving Corey his life back. I would get to live my life, but once it was over, I'd belong to him, no questions about it.
"I want to make you a bet," the Devil said before he sent me back to my earthly body. "I bet you'll return to me sooner than you plan," he murmured against my ear, and I pulled away from him. I felt sick to my stomach, yet when I looked at him, and at his brown eyes that seemed almost yellow in colour, I felt something else.
Something in my heart, ain't got no name
Turned out he felt the same
"What makes you so sure?" I asked, trying not to let that look of his get to me.
"Because we're not so different, you and I, Kitty-Kat," he replied with a smirk, and I felt like hitting him. He laughed at my expression, and it seemed forced, like he had to remember how to laugh. It made me wonder how much joy could possibly exist in the life of the Devil.
Ain't it lonesome, ain't it sad
I was the only happiness he ever had
By Indian River the vows were said
In a red Devil's dress I was wed
The hospital staff said that it was a miracle. No one quite knew how else to explain it. Corey had been pronounced dead at the scene by the paramedics, and had been taken to the hospital in a body bag. The mortician nearly had a heart attack when the bag started moving on the table. When his parents showed up to identify the body, the doctors had a hell of a lot of explaining to do, and Corey's parents were talking about sewing the hospital for negligence.
But that wasn't the miraculous thing. The miraculous thing was that Corey bounced back as if the accident had never happened. They ran as many tests as they could think of, and everything came back saying that he was perfectly healthy. He was released two days after the accident, walking out of the hospital as if he had only come in for a quick check up.
I, on the other hand, hadn't been so lucky. Turned out the wicked pain in my chest had come from broken ribs that had done a fair amount of internal damage. At the time of the accident, whilst I'd been crawling my way through the mud, I'd been bleeding to death from the inside. The doctors said that it had been touch and go in surgery, and a few times they thought that they'd lost me, but I managed to pull through, and according to them I was going to make a full recovery.
Yeah, full recovery my ass. Ever since waking up, things had been … well, a little strange for me. Like, I would see people, and suddenly know things that I couldn't know. Like I was hearing their thoughts, but it was more like just a feeling, or instant knowledge rather than actual words. And then there were the dreams.
Bitch's baby, round lady
Came to me in a dream
Then lightning struck and thunder roared
And nothing was as it seemed
I hadn't seen Corey since he had been discharged, when he had stopped in to say goodbye. He'd kissed me on the forehead, soft and gentle, and yet it had felt cold and distant. The dreams started when he had left. In them, he was with another girl, yet I couldn't see who she was. They were all over each other, and he looked at her with such pure adoration, in such a way that he had never looked at me.
A two-headed doctor walked on the water
And buried a lemon outside my door
The doctor assigned to me was also strange. My parents thought that he was a saint, yet I saw him several times glaring at me, but no one else seemed to notice. It was like he was angry at me for something, and I couldn't understand why, until I overheard the nurses saying that he was the one copping all of the heat for the mess with Corey. He had been the one to officially pronounce Corey dead when the paramedics had brought him in, and now his whole handling of the case was under review by the medical board.
He turned and laughed, threw up his hands
When I asked him what it was for
He sang 'ships in the ocean, rocks in the sea
Blond-headed woman made a fool outta me'
When I was finally released from the hospital, almost two weeks after the accident, I couldn't get out of there quick enough. All I wanted to do was go and see Corey. I had to know that everything was okay between us, as I hadn't heard a word from him since he had left the hospital. I had to know why.
I walked the block and a half from my place to his, and then I stood on his porch, unable to press the doorbell for fear of what was going to happen next. I'd rushed over as fast as I could; yet I couldn't make myself go that last step. With a sigh, I walked down off of the porch, making to leave, and that's when I heard the laughter.
Then everything went crazy
My shoes were filled with blood
I walked over to his fence and stood on top of an old milk crate, peering over into his yard. The laughter was coming from the pool, and more specifically, from a bikini-wearing bimbo that I recognised from the prom. Bianca. I watched with my mouth open as she dived into the pool, coming up for air right next to Corey, who was wearing that lazy grin he used to wear after we'd been making out.
"So, do you forgive me?" I heard Corey say, and Bianca seemed to think about it.
"That depends," she said, pushing away from Corey and paddling backwards through the water, her voice getting louder to compensate for the distance. "Are there any more extra girls lurking around that I should know about? Or was Kat the only one?"
"Baby, come on," Corey said in his most innocent-sounding voice. "You know you're the only one for me. The thing with Kat was just a bit of fun, and it's totally over."
"You promise?" Bianca asked, swimming back towards him, and Corey grinned as he took her in his arms.
"I promise," he said right before he kissed her, and at that point I'd seen more than enough to realise what a fool I'd been. I'd sold my soul to save the life of someone who didn't even care about me. Hell, he didn't even care enough to break up with me properly. Worse! I was a dirty mistress. He used me to cheat on Bianca! No wonder she'd made prom so hellish for me.
Well, they certainly deserved each other. They were both total scumbags.
The water rose, the wind did howl
The river looked ready to flood
I left my man, asleep to drown
And ran without looking back around
I don't remember how many twists and turns I took that afternoon. All I remember was that I had to get as far away from Corey and Bianca as I could. I ran until I couldn't breathe anymore, and then I walked until my breathing returned to normal. I walked and walked, and somewhere in the distance I remember hearing the bells of the local church, and wondering if someone had just gotten married. It all just seemed so unfair.
Ring the bells of mercy
Send the Sinnerman home
I ended up on a bench in the park, just sitting and watching the day go by. Once the sun had gone down, I realised that I wasn't alone anymore.
"Have you come to gloat?" I asked of the Devil, wiping a few stray tears from my eyes.
"Why would I do that?" he asked, and I gave a bitter laugh.
"Because you're the Devil. Why wouldn't you?" I shot back, turning to look at him. He looked sad, and his yellowish eyes were watching me with a look that could almost be taken as pity. "Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" he asked, feigning innocence.
"Like you actually care about me," I finished, and the Devil sighed.
"And why wouldn't I care?" he asked, and I shrugged.
"Because you're the Devil."
"I wasn't always," he said quietly, staring down at the grass. "Once upon a time, I was just like you."
"What? You sold your soul to save your lover?" I asked, and I'm sorry to say that it was loaded with sarcasm.
"No. My sister," the Devil replied, looking up at me with those sad eyes of his. "She was the only family I had left, and the plague took her. I begged for her return, and I got it, but at a price. I got to where I am today because I was the favourite of the last Devil, who, by the way, was a woman."
"Great," I said with a roll of my eyes. I honestly couldn't think of anything better to say at that point. I stretched my back out and slumped down into the bench, staring up at the night sky. "I guess it's my own fault that I'm in this mess. I never should have trusted a Corey."
"What is that supposed to mean?" the Devil asked, frowning as he tried to discern my meaning. I shrugged.
"You know, there are certain names that belong to a certain sort of people. Take, for instance, the name Nathan. With the exception of one, I have not met a single Nathan that I didn't like, and I've met about half a dozen of them. On the other hand, Johns always seem to be irritating, and not very interesting people. And I have never heard of a Corey that wasn't a complete and utter scumbag," I finished, and the Devil was still frowning at me.
"So why did you enter a relationship with a Corey?"
Again, I shrugged. "I was trying to break my habit of judging people based on their name alone," I said. "Guess I learnt my lesson there, huh?"
"So, what has been your experience with Damians?" he asked after thinking for a moment, and I blinked as I thought about it.
"Well, I've only ever known one Damian in my time," I replied, and his eyes seemed to light up for an instant.
"And what happened?"
"I broke his toe with a large rock."
"What?" he asked in shock. "How? Why?"
"How: by throwing said large rock at him. Why: because he was an ass who deserved it," I replied, and the Devil sighed.
"It doesn't mean all Damians are bad," he said, and I quirked an eyebrow at him. "Would you be willing to give this one a chance?" he asked, looking at me with his eyes that, I hate to say, looked very honest.
"I dunno," I answered, biting my lip. "It's not like I really have a choice. I sold you my soul, after all," I pointed out, and the Devil, or Damian, nodded.
"True. But it doesn't have to be horrible," he said as I titled my head back to rest on the top of the bench, looking up at the stars.
"I can never really go home now, can I?" I said, and Damian didn't say anything for a long moment. We just sat on the bench, looking up at the stars.
The keys to the kingdom are lost and gone
And I'm left to die alone
I didn't go home that night. Nor the next night after that. Instead, I went with Damian, and embraced my fate as the bride of the Devil. I'd already said all of the vows when I'd sold my soul, so it was pretty much a done deal already. All that was left was for me to die.
"Look at it this way," Damian said as we stood together on the cliff top. "You'll be seventeen forever, and Bianca will grow old and grey. Corey will get fat and lazy, and their children will be spoilt little shits. You'll have the world at your fingertips, whilst the best they will be able to manage is a remote control and the Discovery Channel. You will be a Queen, and they will be nothing."
All these girls grown old now
All that long hair in the grave
I had to admit, he was damn good at the whole lead you into temptation thing. But I had to know: "Why me?"
"Because I liked the fire of your soul," he replied, and then he pushed me.
I thought I'd shut my eyes straight away, but the ground was already rushing up at me before I got them closed. From that height, I wouldn't feel a thing … I hoped. It would have really sucked if I somehow didn't die instantly. I do remember a spilt second of unimaginable agony though, and then there was nothing. When I opened my eyes, I was back in that strange place where the glowing men had been. Angels, Damian had told me. Only this time they weren't there.
I stood up and looked around, surprised at how easily I could move. Last time, I'd felt like my body had weighed a tonne, but then again, I had still been sort of alive back then. This time there was no doubt about it – I was dead.
"There you are, my Kitty-Kat," I heard Damian say, and I scowled at him. I was going to have to break him out of that habit. Cute nicknames were just not on.
"Just Kat is fine," I said, and he laughed.
"By the way, I won my little bet," he said, sauntering towards me, all dark hair and glowing yellow eyes. "I said that you'd return to me sooner than you planned to, and I was right."
I scoffed at him. "I never agreed to any bet. I don't owe you anything," I said sweetly, before my mood darkened somewhat. "Besides, I haven't got anything more left to give you."
"This is true," Damian agreed with a nod, draping an arm across my shoulders. "But it doesn't have to be the end of the world. Besides," he said, flashing me his most charming and cheeky grin. "There's no going back now."
Realise what's done is done
And it's far too late to be saved