A Kiss From Lucifer (Mac smutfic)

Prologue

"Beth! Come here sweetie!" Hershel called from the kitchen. Beth groaned underneath her covers, snuggling further into her sheets. It was a crisp Sunday morning in southern Georgia. The summer sun was already starting to beat down on the farmlands she lived on. Her older sister, Maggie, was already up and taking the horses out of the barn. Cattle grazed in the distance, ready to be rounded up and driven to a different pasture down the road. Her oldest sibling, Shawn, was getting on a large white stallion, while Maggie hopped on a bay. Hershel, Beth's father, and her mother, Annette, were in the kitchen cleaning up breakfast. "Beth! Get down here and get some eggs before your mother feeds them to the pigs!"

Beth sat up with a groan. Her light blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders. She rubbed the sleep out of her drowsy blue eyes. The smell of breakfast still lingered in the house, and her stomach growled. Getting dressed in a white tank top and a red flannel, she grabbed her guitar and pad of notepaper and ran down the stairs. Her mother and father were cleaning up the kitchen, a plate of cold eggs and bacon on the counter.

"Glad you could finally get up." Annette stated, wiping the counter down. "Unfortunately, Shawn ate your pancakes."

"It's alright. I still have eggs and bacon." Beth pointed out, throwing them into the microwave. "Hey, I'll be right back."

"Hurry up. Maggie and Shawn are getting the horses ready." Hershel called.

"Ok!" And she ran upstairs, fixing her hair into a braid. She threw on her cowgirl boots and her hat, ate breakfast, and ran outside to join her siblings.

While riding through the grassy hills towards Green River Creek, Beth kept humming to herself.

"I wanna be a famous singer,
Would you be my man?
Travel the world together,
You can hold my hand.

Crossing cracks from the airplane
To the terminal gate.
Hope we're meant for each other,
Hope that love is our fate.

Life feels like a whirlwind.
Been watching paint dry.
Can't steady the current
No matter how hard I try.

We can all use an anchor,
You're not afraid of the sea.
Let's both dive in together,
Put your hooks in me."

"Ooh, it's comin' along real good." Shawn stated. "What's that one called again?"

"Birthday Cake. I'm still working on the 'This Is War' album. I have about eight more songs planned, too." She explained, smiling on the back of her silver spotted horse.

"Like?" Maggie asked, smiling at her little sister.

"'Molly, Last Chance, Mess, Crash and Burn, Never Leave L.A.-"

"Woah, when have you ever been to L.A?" Shawn cut in, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Well I haven't gone yet. But when I'm famous, I'll go to L.A, and then New York City, and then-"

"Whatever happened to never leaving L.A?" Maggie asked, smirking at Shawn.

Beth rolled her eyes. "It's just as song." She sighed, glancing at her older, annoying sister.

"Alright, alright. So what're you singin' at my wedding?" She demanded, arching an eyebrow. Maggie was getting married to a man named Glenn, who was at work delivering pizzas at the moment. Though Hershel didn't approve of his job, he had to admit that Glenn was a good guy.

"I was thinkin' the whole album. Especially Weapons."

"I dunno about that. My daughter is comin' over and ya don't need to be signing about weapons." Shawn stated.

"No, no. This is how it goes;" she cleared her throat, before starting.

"Empty my gun. Dull my knife.
Build a house. Make a life.
We lie in bed and let the record play,
I hope that he and I will always be-e-e, this way."