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Devil's Bedroom


There are only 3 things I was certain about. One;I had become Satan's new toy. Two;There was a part of him, and I don't know how dominant that part may be, that was pulled to my soul and existence. And three; I was irrevocably and unconditionally, fucked.


1. It's Just Me

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Cut it out of my mouth
Put my tongue on a pole
I won't sing any more
I'm losing control

Cut it out of my mouth
Put my tongue on a pole
Take the air from my lungs
Take the heart from my soul

"Come on, Bella. It will be fun!" My best friend shrieked.

I groaned, focusing my eyes back to my book, "Angela," I sighed, exasperated from her constant pleading, "I really don't think it's a good idea."

She rolled her eyes and ripped the book out of my hands, "Just because you're fourteen, doesn't mean you can't live a little." Angela reminded me. I glared at her menacingly.

"Actually, that is the exact reason as to why I should be reading, and not sneaking into some goddamn club!" I argued back, snatching my novel back from her hands.

Angela sighed and sat beside me on the old wooden bench, "Bella, just give me one night, just one, to show you how fun being a teenager can be." Angela pleaded.

I gave her a withering look. She knew I was a sucker for puppy dog eyes. And when she looked at me like that it made me feel like I was letting her down. I sighed loudly before begrudgingly giving in.

"Fine, but only one."

"Bella, you could totally pass for 21." I looked down at my outfit, shaking my head.

"Not really."

Sure, my dress was fitted, and my make up made me look a little older, but there is no way in hell that I could even resemble a seventeen year old.

"Come on, Belly Bums."Angela giggled, grabbing my elbow. I groaned at the atrocious nick name she had used since we were kids ; horrifying jungle jim incident.

"Alright, but if you ever mention that name again, your prized Justin Bieber collection might just end up in the toilet.." I threatened. She laughed and continued dragging me out of my small home.

"How the hell were we let in here?" I screamed over the thumping music. Well, the music wasn't exactly thumping, more like dsmashing. Guitar riffs, heavy drum beats and screaming voices. This wasn't your typical dance club.

"I don't know, but I think the scary, muscled body guard guy liked you." Angela shrieked back, raising one eyebrow and grinning at me.

I couldn't help but blush at her accusation. Just because he smiled as I went by, didn't mean he was being anything but friendly. "Uh, Ang, I don't think this is the right place." I spoke having to raise my voice above the normal level so that I could be sure she heard me.

I looked around the overheated room. There were so many people crammed into this small space; the temperature was sweltering, obviously from the combined body heat.

"Nope, this is it." My best friend assured me.

Glancing around the room again, I realized something felt very off. I should have just bailed when I had the chance. The moment the blazing red sign met my gaze, I knew this was a mistake.

Dante's Inferno.

A shiver ran up my spine.

"Angela, we should get out of here." I yelled over at my friend. When I was met with her silence, I panicked. I spun around to find the space where she once stood now empty. I snapped my head side to side, searching for my newly missing friend. 'Don't panic, she's probably just gone to the bathroom.' I told myself.

And then I was lost.

Lost in the sea of sweating bodies.

I was being jostled and pushed, being herded in one direction. The music stopped, and I looked up. Somehow I had been pushed right in front of the stage, where the music had previously been coming from. The crowd fell deathly silent; you could have heard a pin drop. No more talking, shouting, laughing, or singing. Just dead silence.

And then an angel came.

Or at least that's what he resembled.

His mid-length black hair rested casually on his muscled shoulders. His skin was deathly pale, like fresh snow. He was clad in only tight fitting jeans and a tight black t-shirt. So tight I could see the outline of his muscles through his top. He was beautiful.

"Hello, everyone." His deep velvety voice rang out in the humid air. The crowd went nuts; clapping and cheering for this one man. The angel's ice blue eyes stared straight at me. All my thought processes stopped. I forgot about Angela. I forgot that I was surrounded by a huge crowd. It seemed that it was only the two of us in the crowded club.

Oh, my.

"Oh, it seems we have a new guest." the magical creature spoke softly, a small smirk creeping upon his face. I flushed violently, unable to stop the embarrassing blush that adorned my cheeks. The angel gave a light chuckle upon sensing my discomfort.

"Well then, we mustn't disappoint!" The creature grabbed the microphone and the crowd cheered again, louder than before. The guitarist began to play the minute his hand touched the microphone.

"I'm creeping my way out so you can see me," He purred in a sexy drawl. I almost passed out right then and there just from the sound of his voice. His mouth was so close to the mic, it almost like he was whispering tenderly to it.

"I'm crawling my way around a thousand cities," His voice is pure sex. My lady parts tingled as his piercing eyes met my own.

"You all stop and stare I don't need your pity," He sang out, his voice pure and beautiful, but hard and gritty at the same time.

'I am going to combust.' I thought to myself. I pried my eyes away from the attractive man, dominating the stage, and tried to plan my escape. However the sound of his angelic voice caused my eyes to snap back to him, focusing all my attention on his inhumanly beautiful body.

"Just a little more come on and satisfy me. Just a little more come on and terrify me," He bellowed seductively, his gaze so piercing, it was if he was looking into my soul, seeing into my body.

All of the sudden, there was an unfamiliar tightening in my lower abdomen, my breath coming out in loud pants.

Oh my god.

I couldn't handle it. I ran as fast as I could, pushing and shoving through the sea of sweating bodies that were pushing closer to the stage. There was laughing and screaming, and singing and dancing, it was too much.

"Take my life and then I'll feel okay!" He finished off, but I couldn't bring myself to turn around. I needed to run. Run home. Somewhere safe.

"Tsk Tsk, Isabella." I gasped and turned around, searching for the source of the voice. There he was, in all his glory, leaning on the Bar counter.

"You really think running will do you any good?" He questioned; I could sense the smirk on his face. I couldn't move, my body was completely frozen by shock. His hair had changed, from a dark onyx to a perplexing bronze. And his eyes from ice blue, to a bone chilling blood red. Even with his change of appearance, it was still him. He was the man from the stage, the man in front of me, and the man from my nightmares, all in one.

"Don't you remember the deal we made?" He asked slyly, stalking his way over to me. My breath quickened. With each step he made towards me, I took one back.

Oh, no. This was not good at all.

"I- um..." I stuttered. What could I possibly say? How was I supposed to get out of this?

"You sold your soul to me in order to keep your life." He reminded me, and suddenly he was in front of me, mere inches away, and running a long thin finger down the side of my face. A shiver of pleasure ran down spine. Damn him. Why was it that I couldn't control my body's reactions around him?

"W-what are you going to do?" I whispered, forcing my eyes away from his piercing gaze and down to the cobblestone floor.

"Oh, Isabella, the things I will do to you, you can only dream of." Another shiver.

"C-can I go home?" I pleaded, looking up at his ruby eyes. They had changed colour just like the rest of him. Everything had changed.

Oh, dear god. I had to force my eyes to stay on his face. It was so hard to resist turning them to his muscled chest.

"Yes, but I will be watching you. Remember, Isabella, I'm always watching." He purred. And with that he was gone.

My breathing was still scattered.

"Bella! Bella..." a female voice screamed over the music. Angela. Thank god.

God has nothing to do with this, Isabella.

"Oh, Bella. I thought I was gonna have to ask the body guard to find you!" Ang wailed, obviously out of breath.

I smiled a tight smile, thankful that Angela had not just witnessed the disturbing scene. I was shocked at myself that he had such a hold over me, that I had forgot the need to find Angela.

"Let's go." I said, grabbing my best friend's hand tightly in mine, refusing to let go.

I'll always be watching.

I'm creeping my way out so you can see me
I'm crawling my way around 1,000 cities
You all stop and stare, I don't need your pity
I'm living my life in this hel