In every legend, it is said that the devils name is Lucifer. But I know him by another name. Simon Edward Minter; the man who single handedly corrupted my life.
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❛He was the darkness to my light.❜
Every good thing in my life was destroye...
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With a forceful splash of water colliding with my face, I was awake and alert. What the hell was going on? Where am I? My head was clouded with so many thoughts. "Ah, she's awake now. Lovely." I looked up at the person in front of me. My head was pounding and the room was spinning.
Suddenly, my mind wondered back to what I heard before I was knocked out. Oh love, I'm a demon. A demon? There's no such thing! But his eyes were completely black. No, he must have an eye condition or something.
I looked up, taking notice of the three men that stood in front of me. The first one had curled, dark blond hair that flew in the wind while his blue eyes were as cold as ice; contrasting with his pearl white skin. The second one had dark brown hair that was styled, and beautiful brown eyes, showing that he looked young. The last one had short brown hair with mesmerizing hazel brown eyes. They were all very good looking.
"I think we should get to know each other." I mumbled, slightly smirking at how I'm in a room with attractive people. The one with dark blond hair clapped his hands before smirking.
"Alright love, let's play it your way. My name is Niklaus Mikaelson, and I believe that you should be fearing me." I raised my eyebrow, noticing his British accent.
"That's nice, darl." I mimicked his accent, before nodding my head towards the other two guys in the room. "Who the hell are you guys?" They both went to walk forward before the one with the short hair pulled back the younger look guy.
"My name is Elijah Mikaelson, and this is my brother Kol. Now, we have an unfortunate situation. We won't quite get into it, but we do need you to help us." The way he spoke was so formal and polite. He didn't really scare me.
"What is it you need?" I asked, hoping to be helpful. "Well, we need something that you may be hesitant in supplying." Since Elijah didn't seem like the type to kill if you decline, I decided maybe it wouldn't hurt to help a buddy out.
"If you grant me my freedom, I will give you what you need." He raised his eyebrow, a shocked yet pleased look forming on his face.
"Are you negotiating with me?" I thought about it for a moment. The situation I'm in; a room with three hot guys needing something from me while I'm tied up to a chair. "If you grant me my freedom, I will give you want you need." I repeated my offer, with all my confidence. Suddenly, the young looking one, Kol I think his name was, spoke up.
"I just don't understand why you guys are so boring! You could just take it from her and have fun." His thick accent echoed throughout the room.
"I am a man of my word, Kol. I shall grant you your freedom after you provide us with what we need." Starting to feel a little uneasy about this negotiation, I sighed, trying to think positive thoughts.
"What is it that you need?" Elijah gave Kol a weird look, before turning his head towards me again, his hand entering his jacket to retrieve a small glass vile.
"I need your blood."
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