Her sorrow was amazingly strong as it welled to her heart and overflowed to her soul. The sweet memories she clung to like a favored bottle of perfume, lingering and haunting her senses. A tear began to trickle down her cheek thinking of the touch, so firm and soothing. The male roughness calming and protective. Her sadness was compounded by the feeling she had lost with him. The brightening joy that would raise to her throat and make her feel like she was soaring.

She wrote his name over and over, the pink tablet she bought when she was in love, her first true love. It's hooks still clang to her heart, like a babe to the breast, not yet full. The tears flowed faster, freer, stinging her chapped lips that were kept moist for his. She held the forgotten t-shirt tight against her nose, inhaling his now lost scent. Inhaling the essence that once clung to her body, as his topped it. Her legs began to go numb, crossed over eachother. She just sat and cried into the shirt, remebering. The tortured thoughts still cutting deep into her heart.

She heard a voice, softly whispering. It was deep and low, like syrup that was to sugared. It called to her emptiness, her hopelssness, her despair. It seduced her wearied soul, with promises of pleasure and peace. It whispered in her ear, a forgotten sensation began to grow in her body, deep down in the pit of her stomach. The invisible voice promised her darkness and revenge, declared that she would never be alone. That it would always be there near her heart. It would protect it and keep it safe. She closed her eyes sinking into the promises of sensual delight, feeling the sensation grow and bloom.

She nodded her head in defeat as she heard the voice layered with pleasure and satisfaction. "Just one favor and all I have is yours it whispered maliciously, but tempting. "what?" she asked half in a trance. "kill him" the voice purred into her ear. "Why must I?" she asked, confusion rising in her voice. "To show me how much you want to be mine for eternity" She noddeded still a bit confused. "I can't, I would not know how" she replied, eyes closed getting lost in the feelings of anger stirring, and the embers of hate rising.

As she nodded she felt something cold against her feet, and looking down saw a anthame of mesmerising beauty, it glinted in the candles and dimmed light. She cautiously wrapped her tear moistened hand around the hilt, and she felt a chill wash over her. "I will be with you always" she heard in her weakened mind and with her eyes rolling back in her head collapsed back agaist the bed, her dreams were strange and full of erotic images of her body being ravished by odd men, almost animal like.

She awoke with a sliver of sunlight sneaking in the slightly parted curtains. Her haid spun and she felt ill. She rushed to the restroom and kneeled over the toilet. But nothing was in her stomache to come back up, she just gagged a bit. Getting up but feeling no better she zombie walked into the kitchen and poured a large glass of cran-apple juice and drank it down. She than tromped back into the restroom, stripping her clothes she held her hand under the water until it had warmed to body temperature. She stepped in.

The refreshing citrus scent of her shower gel, and the hot pellets of water helped soothe her aching muscles. Dragging her finger tip gently over bruises and scratches, she did not remember where they came from. She finished rinsing out the conditioner and turning off the water she grabbed a towel and stepped out. She wrapped it around her battered body and going into the room she began to toss her days outfit on the bed.

She pulled on the soft purple hooded shirt, and then pulling up the tights and grabbing her skirt form the rumpled bed, her eyes fixated on the shiny gleam laying on her bed, next to her pillow. She tentatitivly grasped the hilt and she suddenly felt the desire to kill him who caused her pain. She grinned at the realization and grabbing her purse dropped it in. She finished dressing and with a dabbing of mascara and a quick pin of her hair she grabbed some toast as she rushed out the door to make the early bus.

All day everything just seemed to be perfect. The normally crowded bus was mercifully empty, the traffic was light and she was at the front doors of her office quickly. The day went just a nicely, almost as if it was all planned out for her, she even got a compliment from her boss, who rarely noticed her. She was finishing up her final task and gathering her papers before heading home and the phone rang. Picking it up with a look of puzzlement across her face she quickly frowned hearing his familiar hi.

"What do you want?" she asked icyly. "I have been thinking and have made a horrible mistake" he crooned and sounded so sincere. She just listened to him breathe, not sure what to say. "I was a fool, she really means nothing. It is you who I realized will be the only one for me, please forgive me?" The tone in his voice made the tears well up in her eyes and nodding she just said "okay". "Let me take you out to dinner we can talk everything out and I will make it up to you".
"Sure" she numbly replied. He gave her the time to meet them at their favorite restraunt.

The meal was dry, and his voice was beginning to grind on her nerves. He told her the same story she had heard before. She just blankly listened to him, visions of secret, forgotten pleasure teased in her mind. A voice deep and soothing drifted through her head. She could feel the distaste for him rising. After what seeme an eternity of her eating the drab food, and drinking the room temperature wine. She realized he was offering a hand. "Can I take you home?" He asked tenderly and with a bit of lust in his voice. She nodded, not really absorbing what he was saying. She just wanted to be alone with him.

The taxi drive seemed slow and torturous as he droned on about how lovely she was, and as he mumbled through the I love yous and sorries, she felt the pain stab through her heart. With a slight jerk she realized they were at her door, and then she had the rush of fresh air as she heard the door open and felt the pressure on her hand. It felt like a surreal dream as she was led out of the taxi. Her head felt as if it was watching her movements rather than controlling them. Placidly she let herself be led up the steps, an anger and hatred stirring in the pit of her sotmache again. She smiled a smile not her's as the key slipped into the lock and she led him in.

As soon as they were in the door and it clicked shut, she could feel his serpentine breath on her neck and she shivered with disgust. She felt herself being picked up and carried into the room. She struggled down and like a robot mentioned she needed somthing in the bathroom. Grabbing her bag she disappeared behind the closed door. He went into her room and began to pull down the covers and undressing.

As she brushed her hair she reached into her purse to grab out some chapstick and she felt a quick sting. Pulling out her hand she stuck it into her mouth to suck off the blood and putting down the bag reacher her other hand in. She felt her hand wrap around a hilt, it was warm and familiar. Pulling out the jeweled dagger and admiring the light glinting off the curved blade. She smiled as she set it on the counter and stripped naked. Grabbing the ancient blade she hid it behind her back and with her free hand flicked the light off. She approached the dimmed room.

As she stood before him, his eyes so focused on her face, he did not even notice the other hand tucked behind her back. She quickly and smoothly raise it up behind her head as his face buried itself between her full breasts, his arms wrapping around her waist. Hearing the syrupy voice again whispering in her ear, visions of him and a blonde filled her head, and then memories of her dreams rushed over them, the vision swirled together as she felt her arm swing above her head.

She heard a bit of a thud and felt the sensation of a knife plunging through pudding that had a dried film covering it. She grinned hearing gurggles and feeling a hot, thick liquid dribbling down her stomache. She felt a strength renew her spirit as she twisted the knife and shoved it in deeper, the death throes now still with one final gag of blood on her naked body, trickling down her leg. She smiled an evil smile of satisfaction and felt a great pleasure wash through her body.

She stood there staring at the lone candle flickering shadows across the white walls. She blinked as she saw the flame form a figure and before her standing in a blazing glory was the most darkly handsome man that she only ever dared to imagine. He looked at the limp body sagging against her bloodied stomach and pulled it back to flop to the bed.

A smile of sheer terrifying pleasure washed across his face. "Well done my darling, now do you want to complete all that I promised? those dreams were just samples of what delights I can subject your body too" She smiled looking into the black souless eyes as the figure glided to stand before her. She felt arms that almost burn embrace her and she felt a flickering on her tongue. She was lifted up in a rough grasp and placed next to the bloodied body, staring blankly at the ceiling, unblinking. She felt a fire begin to rage deep in her stomache, scorching her soul and tempering her mind. She moaned as the forked tongues flicked flames across her skin.

She felt the weight of the large form ontop of her and then a quick painful penetration enter between her legs. So quick and deft she tensed and felt a burning deep in her soul. As the pace increased. The large supernatural member pounded her fiercly and deep, she felt claws digging into her shoulders. Opening her eyes she beheld a beast above her, she began to panic and squirm.

She heard the same syrupy voice deep and soothing in her head. "You gave me your soul, it is mine. I promised you an eternity of pleasure, was this not our deal?" The sudden realization that the voice brought slamming to the for front of her thoughts, pounding as deep and hard as the burning member that seared inside, making her moans of pleasure turn to a scream of tortured orgasm.

She felt her body explode as the burning spread into her, through her, filling her up with hell and eating any soul that would have been left. She felt a strange and new power arise and as she felt the hell semen take root in her womb. With a smile of peace that followed all the emotions, she knew everything was going to be just perfect, he would never leave her alone now.