The Beautiful Dark

Prologue

AN: I dedicated this prologue to my good friend, @Otnemem because she was the first person to give me any encouragement/feedback from my work! Oh, do be a dear and check out this girl's profile! She's such a wonderful gal! Even though she should be studying a tad more :P

"I'd apologize, but that would mean I feel remorse for what I've done and am about to do," he studied her calmy as he spoke. Detatched like he was speaking about the weather rather than the woman he held captive and tortured. "I can assure you there is no remorse, only pleasure in what I do with you." His surreal blue eyes traced her bare skin, dipping down to exposed curves. Naked and trembling softly in fright she tried to hide the fear as he approached her. "You're so beautiful little raven girl, absolutely beautiful."

He had been like this for the weeks he held her captive in...where ever it was they were, alternating between frightening her and showering her with compliments as he caressed her. This demon, incubus as he'd told her, was something her mind could not comprehend. He whispered sweet words in her ear as he slid a knife between her ribs. His eyes would light with merriment as her life's blood seeped onto the concrete. Crimson rivulets searching, hunting, to find the deep cracks in the unfinished floor. He'd take her gently while he cursed and roiled with uncontrollable anger. Violent threats spewing from his irrisistable lips, even while his hands gently squeezed and massaged her damaged body.

He completely terrified her, yet he never acted as she thought he would. He never killed her--like she expected him to.

Each moment she spent in his presence took a little more of her lingering humanity away from her. The toll of it eating and gnawing at her until she felt like the zombies on all of those post-apocalyptic movies everyone was obsessed with. The fear was there, the pain was there, but the fight that had burned within her had long since been extinguished. There was only the acceptance that this demon, this beautiful man, would eventually kill her. Eventually but never soon enough.

Slowly he sank to the hard concrete beside her, his hand reaching out to brush her cheek with his claws that were still covered in blood. Her blood. "Xibyl, such a beautiful name for my angel. Don't fret, pretty girl, tonight it all ends."

She nodded, her voice long since lost from the screaming. The end would be nothing short of a blessing, she couldn't wait for it any longer. Her eyes drifted shut as he leaned forward to sniff her tangled hair and groaned low in his throat. The guttural sound of his pleasure made her flinch as she silently prayed. She prayed for forgiveness as he laid her down on the freezing cold floor beneath them. She prayed for mercy as his skin rippled and undulated, she didn't have to look to know he was no longer the devastatingly beautiful man. He was the demon now, the incubus, and he would never let her go.

Not until he was satisfied with her.

God save me.