Death Is A Welcomed Guest

5

"Chris?" I grumbled as I was shaken awake.
"No, it's me." I heard Josh respond as he moved away from me slightly. I opened my eyes to him standing next to Devin. Josh wore a black button down with the sleeves rolled, black skinny jeans and black and white creepers. Devin wore something similar but much sexier. His black shirt wasn't buttoned to the top so it showed off his cleavage. A short, tight black skirt covered the lace nylons which were topped of with a pair of platform stilettos.
"I'm gonna go to work in a couple of minutes but I wanted to say bye and make sure everything's okay." Josh said as he flicked a piece of hair out of my face.
"Yeah, I think everything's good." I groaned as I sat up.
"Okay, if you want you could stop by the school today. Just chill in the art room and do some makeup work." He suggested loosely.
"Maybe later." I mumbled as I yawned.
"Devin and I have a meeting in hell today with Lucker." I added as I tossed my blankets off my legs.
"When?" The feminine man asked.
"Whenever Chris gets here." I said with a bit of rage seeping out.
"Okay, well... I'll see you later." Josh said as he gave me a quick side hug.
"And I'll meet you downstairs." Devin said as he left my room, strutting away with Josh's arm around his waist.

I had just finished my makeup when there was a quick knock at my door. It cracked open to show Devin's pale face.
"Chris and Mike are downstairs. We're ready when you are." He said as he took a step into my room with his tall heels.
"Okay, just give me a second." I said as I fixed my hair one last time. I turned to Devin who looked tired. He ran a hand through his fluffy hair as he held my door open for me.
"Are you okay?" I asked as I held my arms out to him.
"Yeah, just a lot of memories coming back." He said as he accepted my hug. Devin kept an arm around my neck as we made our way down the stairs.

"Ready?" Chris asked as him and Mike stood up from where they sat at the kitchen table. Devin and I nodded as Chris wrapped an arm around Mike's waist and helped him wobble to us.  Fuck boy strikes again. 
"You haven't aged a day'." Mike said as he wrapped his arms around Devin's waist.
"Neither have you." Devin responded as he leaned against the demon.  Chris hesitantly copied Mike.
"Just close your eyes." He said slowly.  I watched for a second as Mike tightened his grip on Devin who had listened to Chris' instructions and rested his head on Mike's chest. I slowly let my guard down and relaxed.  Within seconds I felt Chris' arms leave my sides and I opened my eyes. 

 We were standing in a large gothic office.  In one windowed indent there was a desk and the wall was covered in leather bound books.  In another indent there was another desk that was covered by papers and had a slightly terrifying man sitting at it.  
"Lucker went to get coffee but he'll be back soon." He said without looking up.  I continued to take in the beauty of the room.  The dark walls and ceiling made it feel like a cave.  There was a piano off to one side of the room and a set of muted red velvet furniture arranged around it.  On another wall there was a grand fireplace that was not lit but had skulls set on the mantel.  
"Hey." A gravelly voice said from behind me.
"Who's this lovely lady we got here." The man said as I turned around to see him kissing the top of Devin's hand.
"That's Devin." Vinny said from where he sat on the couch.
"Beautiful and pleased to make you acquaintance." The man said as he lead Devin to Vinny.  Chris kept a hand on my back as he pushed me forward.
"I'm Lucker and that is Manson." He said, introducing himself as he sat down and pulled Devin onto his lap.
"That's Ricky." Vinny said as he pointed back to me.  Chris forced me in front of Lucker as Mike was distracting Manson.
"Yeah. So why are you guys here?" Lucker asked as he looked over me skeptically.  He started to run his hands down Devin's curves and tucked his head into the crook his neck.
"We need to talk about some things." Mike spoke up. 
"Fuck..." I heard Manson murmur as he looked up at the crowd of people in the room.

"This has been killing me for the past 7 years." Manson hissed as he looked through a drawer full of papers.  He finally pulled out a folder and threw it down on the desk.
"Chris, you and Ricky need to sign this." He said as he slid a stack of papers to Mike who handed them to me. 
"This one is for you and Ricky." Manson said as he gave another set of papers to Mike.  I started reading through the first paper titled 'Transference' -"In the case that a pre-maturely taken soul is assigned a task before given proper training, they may trade their assigned couple for their mate."
"This is for you." I said as I handed all of the documents to Chris.
"Here's a pen." Manson said as he tossed me a piece of metal that resembled a dart.
"Careful with that." Chris said as he glued his eyes to the text and put out a hand for me to give him the pen. I placed the piece of heavy yet small metal in his grasp and he curled his fingers around it.  He set the forms down on Manson's desk and held the pen in his fingers.  In one sweeping motion me stabbed himself in the palm, drawing black blood.
"Chris!" I screeched as I watched him lean back over the table and scribble his name down on the line. 
"Here." He mumbled as he held the pen and his palm out to me.
"Have to use your own blood." Manson said as he leaned back in his chair and watched Mike prick one of the veins in his wrist.  I watched as Chris licked the blood off his hand and the tip of the pen. He grabbed my hand with an iron grip, forcing me to stay still. He carefully and slowly pushed the pointy object under the skin in the center of my palm. I gritted my teeth as I watched the blood pool on my flesh. I took the pen for Chris and signed my named next to his.
"Here too." Mike said as he dropped his contract in front of me. I repeated my action and dropped the pen in front of Manson who watched as Chris grabbed my hand again, this time softer. He licked the liquid of life off my skin, causing me to get chills down my spine and in my ribs.
"Now our secondary business." Vinny chirped up from where he was talking to Devin and Lucker on the couch.