The Devil's Son *DISCONTINUED*

PATRU

  When she visited the studio the first time, she'd been so nervous, looking around was the last thing on her mind. Now as she was waiting for Mr. Biersack, she took a moment to admire the place. What was a waiting room during the auditions had transformed into a sharp, sophisticated lounge. It followed a similar color pattern to Andy's office, though the large windows brought bright sunlight into the room. It gave it a more welcoming feel that was much different than the dark, depressing feel of the office.

On the walls were framed records – most artists she recognized, but there were a few she didn't. Black Records hadn't been up and running more than a few years but already Andy Biersack was a big name in music. He was extremely selective about the artists he signed, and therefore he had a high success rate. He only took on the best.

Effie knew this was a great opportunity and a week ago she would have been ecstatic, but now she just felt uncomfortable. She didn't know a whole lot about how this industry worked, but she already knew her and Andy had an odd relationship. He was entirely unprofessional and the way he looked at her made her want to crawl into a deep, dark hole.

It was a dark look, with something like lust hidden beneath it. However it was more than lust – it was like he wanted to devour her; to completely envelope her within himself. Effie had never seen someone look at her that way before – it was terrifying.

"Effie." The voice made her body turn ice cold and burning hot all at once. Her knees felt weak as she turned to look at him. He was closer than she'd expected, and it made his height all the more impressive. A little over a foot taller than her, Andrew Biersack was perfection – sinful perfection.

"Did Sam give you a tour of the studio?"

Effie nodded, cheeks a bright red. He looked magnificent. Dark skinny jeans and combat boots from the waist down – even his ass looked amazing. His graphic tee was cut at the arms and around the neck, hanging loose on his thin frame. Effie was finally able to see his arms. One was completely covered in tattoos. It was mostly just black, but there were a few in red. His other arm had the odd tattoo, but Effie couldn't get a good look.

"Hello!" She looked up to see Andy standing at the door to his office with an annoyed expression. She must have been staring for too long. Apologizing quickly, she followed Andy into the room.

"What first?"

"There's a contract for you to sign."

"I thought I wasn't being signed yet?" She asked, confused. Andy only smirked.

"This is a special contract."

"What do you mean?" He pushed the papers towards her and smiled.

"During the process of making your EP and getting your name out, you'll be involved with other...duties." Effie looked down at the pile of papers. There were at least thirty pages. Did he really expect her to read all of this?

"What kind of duties?"

"Mostly accompanying me to parties, award shows, dinners and whatnot – things like that. The most important thing to remember is that you do what I ask without question. It's all beneficial for your career."

"I don't know about that..." Anything he asks? That seemed a bit extreme.

"Well, if you don't want to sign, I'm sure one of the many other recording companies will give you a better deal." Andy obviously knew there was no other company. He was being a jerk again. Doesn't he ever get sick of acting like an ass?

"Fine, whatever. I'll sign." Andy hid a smirk in victory.

"Great. Let's go for lunch."

"What? What about the contract?"

"We'll deal with it there," he said, grabbing the leather jacket hanging by the door, "Come on, you're going to agree to listen to me. You might as well start now." Effie huffed, but complied. What harm could it do?