Demonic Torment - Ronnie Radke

Seven

Kelsey's POV

"Cate," I whined, "I don't need you to set me up with guys."

"You haven't been laid in..." she thought for a moment, "have you ever been laid?"

"Shut the fuck up," I rolled my eyes, "I don't want to be laid."

"Why the hell not?" She looked at me like I was insane.

I bit my lip, "I'm kind of seeing someone." What the fuck was I saying. No I wasn't.

Her eyes went wide, "what's he like?" She smirked, "is he good?"

"I don't know, I can't exactly have sex with him at the moment," I responded.

"Why the fuck not?" She grabbed my hands.

I thought of something quickly, "I uh, I'm ovulating."

"Since when did that stop my Kelsey?" She grinned.

I winced at the memory. "Stop."

"What does he look like?" She giggled.

I bit my lip just thinking about him. "Well he has long black hair," she nodded, "and tattoos all over."

"Sexy," she smirked. "Got a picture?"

"No, I-"

I was interrupted. "Kelsey I'm sorry, I-" Ronnie walked in the front door, his face going pale when he saw Caitlin.

"Ronnie," I nodded at him, "this is Caitlin."

Ronnie looked at me, clearly uncomfortable. "Uh, hey," he scratched the back of his neck.

"Hi," Caitlin smirked at him, "so, when do you plan on giving my best friend what she's been deprived of for so long?"

"Caitlin!" I yelled, grabbing her hand and pulling her to my front door. "Bye," I glared at her, closing the door with her on the outside. I put my hands on my face, worrying for what will happen to Caitlin.

"Kelsey-"

"She's going to die, isn't she?" I asked, looking at him.

"What?" He asked.

"She saw you, now you have to kill her like you did to Danny," I looked down.

"To start, I kill who I want. She doesn't know what I am, so I don't have to. If she ever finds out then yes, I will," he shrugged. "Anyways, I'm sorry for the other night."

"That was last week, I thought I'd be dead by now," I laughed at myself, Ronnie didn't show any amusement.

"You know I don't want to hurt you, right?" He asked.

I slowly nodded. "What if I wanted you to?" I asked, stepping closer to him. I grabbed his biceps.

"What?"

I grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling his lips to mine. His hand went to my throat, gripping hard. I pulled away. "Please," I begged, "I want you."

He stepped away from me, adjusting his black skinny jeans. "Kelsey, I'm not going to kill you just so we can both get what we want."

"What about... other things?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow, making me roll my eyes. I knelt in front of him, his eyes going wide as he looked down at me. I bit my lip, unbuttoning his jeans. They fell to the floor, him just in his boxers now.

His hand went to my head, petting me. I pulled down his boxers, my eyes meeting the physical part I wanted the most. I licked my lips, my mouth opening. Before I was able to lick him, he gripped my hair and pulled my head away, kneeling down to me as he held my head back.

"You can't touch me, don't you get it," he spat, "willing to give up your life for me, it's insane. Do you not understand how much of a gift life is? I wish I could have my life back, but it was ripped from me, and I can never have it back." His lips met mine, sloppily. "I want you just as bad as you want me," he said as he pulled away, "but I'm not going to kill you."

I stood, walking to the couch. "You seem pretty alive to me," I mumbled.

He sat beside me, his pants now pulled up. "My heart doesn't beat, I'm always freezing, I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't drink, I can't change the way I look, the only human part of me is my body, everything else was ripped away from me." He looked at his hands, "I'm not alive, and I never will be again."

"I thought you said there was a way," I looked at him.

He sighed, "I thought you'd forgotten about that." He didn't look at me, instead held his head in his hands. "I don't know much about it, this is all I know:" he started, "there's two ways I could be human again. One, someone trades places with me which you will not do Kelsey," he gave me a serious glare, "or two, I find my One."

"What's your One?" I asked.

"A One is a human that you were supposed to be with when you were alive. You have to find them, show them your true form, and confess your love to them. Rumor is that you have to convince satan to let you free after all that, and your One has to be there when you speak to him."

"Who's your One?" I questioned.

He looked down, "I don't know."

"Ronnie, I think-"

"Ah!" He cried out in pain, gripping his arm.

"What's wrong?" I asked, urgency in my voice.

"I need to leave," he spoke, not looking at me as he stood and walked out of my house.