With Hell (On Radish)

Chapter Two - For the Love of Hell

I face planted my pillow and sighed softly at the warmth of my bed. Relieved to be back in my crappy apartment, freshly showered and ready for bed. I set my alarm on my phone for work in the morning and tried to forget the strange demon I had come into contact with that night. I cried all the way home and half through my shower. I was feeling a little better and just wanted to close my eyes. My phone vibrated on the end table, causing me to groan and reach for it. I peaked out from my pillow to see a text from Wesley. "Hey babe. Get home safe?"

"Yeah. Long night. Need sleep."

A few minutes later it vibrated again.

"Wanna talk about it?" Wesley asked.

"Not really. How was your night?"

"Alright. Lonely." I did feel bad. Normally I would be at Wesley's having a movie night instead of drinking by myself at a bar. I had gotten a call about a job in town and ended up having to exercise a demon. What I wouldn't have given to take the night back and gone to Wesley's instead. I sell my soul.

"How about tomorrow night. Just you and I?" I texted. I set my phone down on the bed and closed my eyes. I thought about Wesley and how our relationship was becoming more than just friends. I felt like after years and years of friendship I'd given into the feelings he never really hid from me. I mean who else to have feelings for than your best friend?

Sleep was taking me over and I was more than happy to give in. My body felt numb but my mind just wouldn't shut down. I tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable. That's when I heard the familiar hum. The same hum I heard in the alley. My eyes shot open but before I could move a hand was over my mouth and everything went black.

I shifted, groaning in an uneasy sleep. I could feel myself come back to consciousness. A splitting headache ached at the back of my head. I tried to move my arms but they were tied behind me. I could feel the rope burning at my wrists. I lifted my head slowly not to worsen my already pounding headache. I squinted at the light as I tried opening my eyes. Was that the sun? How long was I out? Where was I? "You awake?" A familiar voice came.

I blinked at the light and suddenly Damien's face came into my view. "Is this how you ask a girl out on a date?" I asked.

"You gave me no choice. You were ready to kill me when we first met."

"I'm gonna kill you when I get free," I groaned. I was still in my pajamas; a pair of shorts and a simple tank top. It almost looked like someone had pulled down my top as it was low on my chest.

"Until then, let's chat," He said. He sat in a chair in front of me and leaned back, crossing his arms in front of him. I rolled my eyes and looked everywhere but at him. The room we sat in was damp and smelled of mold. It was an obvious abandoned apartment building. The only place that had completely abandoned buildings that no one else would go was right outside town line. Only an hour away from my place. By the look outside the window it was dawn. I had been passed out for hours. Right about now I should be getting ready for work.

"You're name is very well known around here," He said.

"Is that so? I wonder why." I caught his eye again. He smirked and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.

"You've killed a lot of my buddies. Well, not really buddies. More like co workers," he said.

This time I smirked. I was surprised that others knew my name yet it brought me joy thinking about the tales they've told about me. I wondered if they sat at the dinner table or around a bonfire telling scary stories about a girl who kills all evil that crosses her path. Maybe that's a little exaggerated but it was a fun thought. "Are you gonna kill me?"

"Of course not. Like I said earlier, I want to help." I blinked a couple times at him, confused.

"Then why did you tie me to a chair?" I asked, a little anger coming out of my voice.

"That's the only way you would talk to me," He said. I hated the way he just sat there comfortably like he was a normal human. Like tying woman up was a normal thing for him.

Never mind.

It probably was.

"Help you with what?" I struggled against the rope only for it to get tighter on my wrist. "Why in hell would I help you with anything?"

"Funny thing you mention hell...you see-"

"No, you listen! You will untie me. I will kill you. And then I'm going to take your vehicle and go home and get ready for work," I demanded. He didn't seem surprised or taken a back by my sudden interruption. He looked more...offended.

"You hurt my feelings," he said bluntly.

"I'm gonna hurt more than that." I leaned in in almost a whisper. He smiled at me and leaned in as well so our faces were inches from each other.

"Don't tease me." He stood up in a rush that the chair fell over.

Damien looked serious now. He paced the room with his hands in his pockets before stopping and looking at me again. "I want to help you, Amelia. There's a big storm coming and I think you'll be a great player." I opened my mouth but before I could speak he put his hand up. My jaw snapped shut. I wanted to say something, anything but it was like my mind was wiped clean.

"Now before you say anything let me explain. There was a little incident some time ago and a lot of bad got out. Personally I would have no problem with a little more destruction on Earth but the big boss said something about balance, good and evil...I don't know I kind of zoned out. All I know is I have to clean up the mess."

"So, in other words, it's you who needs my help," I stated.

He pressed his lips together and shook his head. "I'm not one to ask for help. I just thought it would make your job a little easier if I stuck around. Things are gonna get a lot worse around here. You'll need me."

I threw my head back and laughed, my laughter echoing off the walls of the empty room. He didn't look pleased at my amusement. He stood there with his arms folded staring at me. "There is no way I need help from a monster like you."

"Monster?"

"And no way I'm gonna help you. I can handle myself thank you very much. I've handle more things than you could have imagined so-"

The words got sucked out of my mouth as the air left my lungs. Damien was now only inches from my face and leaning over me. The front legs of the chair I was tied to were off the ground. It balanced only on its back legs as he held onto me. Each breath of his hit my face and I took in his scent. He smelled of oak. A scent so fresh if I had closed my eyes I would have thought I was in the woods. I could see the stubble of hair growing on his chin and jaw, reaching up to his freshly cut hairline. A strong hand gripped my thigh tight and I winced as his fingers dug harder.

"You think you're a hero, Amelia? You think you're doing God's work?" He took a deep breath in through his nose like a dog sniffing out his prey. "I could feel the lust seep off you. Do you want me? Do you want to see what I'm capable of without my clothes on?"

His hand slipped up my shorts. I tried squeezing my thighs together but his fingers were stronger. I bit my bottom lip and held back a moan. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction but as his fingers moved between my thighs it was hard not to give in. I closed my eyes tight. "Stop. Please," I begged. The air around me got a little warmer. Even though I could still feel his fingers between my thighs, digging into my skin and almost inside of me, when I opened my eyes he was gone. I could breath again. My arms were untied and I slowly stood.

I glanced around the empty room feeling more alone than I ever have.

What just happened?

I glanced down to see my phone in the middle of the room. I grabbed it and dialed Wesley's number holding back the sobs that threatened to bust out.