Sold My Soul *editing*

Seven - Promises, Promises

Lucifer made his way out of Westley's apartment, his face stoic. He left the way he came in: walking through the door. As soon as he was gone, I whipped around to face Westley.

"What'd he say to you?" I demanded as I untied the knots.

Westley sighed. "He basically told me to keeps my hands off, but he used a lot more swear words and threats."

I rolled my eyes. Unbelievable, this jerk was trying to control my whole life... er, un-life.

I stepped closer to Westley, who was now standing by the foot of the bed he had been sitting on.

"But he didn't tell me to keep mine off," I whispered as I leaned in, finishing what we had started earlier.

The kiss was soft, our lips touching lightly as we stood there, his arms around my waist and my hands on his chest. For the first time in a long time, I felt truly alive.

Suddenly, I realized that what I was doing could potentially put Westley in danger, and I stepped out of the embrace, lowering my gaze.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put you in danger, but-"

I was cut off by Westley's lips seeking out my own. This time, the kiss was more passionate and desperate. I felt his need, and I'm sure he sensed my own. Here we stood, two beings who had lost their purpose in life, finding a new purpose in each other. I saved him, the way he saved me. Something about him just clicked perfectly, as if he was the missing puzzle piece in this screwed up existence I was leading.

Westley pulled away to stare into my eyes. "I don't know what it is about you, Ivy. You drive me crazy!" he laughed.

I smiled, enjoying the fact that I wasn't the only one who felt that way. I reached out and ran my hands down his arms, stopping to entwine my fingers with his. I leaned forward, resting my forehead against his. He puckered his lips and kissed the tip of my nose.

"I can't let you go back to him. I'm not going to let that happen," he said strongly.

I smiled a small, sad smile. "I did what I had to do to save you. I'd rather live an eternity with him than without you."

Westley shook his head. "No. I'm going to fix this, I'm going to find a way out of the deal."

"Westley, I took a blood oath. It's binding and unbreakable, there's no way around it," I argued.

Westley sighed angrily, looking away from me. I stepped back, letting go of his hands as I felt the mood darken. "We need to find the dagger, and the angel who cut me with it. It's the only way I can fulfill my side of the deal," I said, not helping the mood at all.

Westley continued to gaze off to the side of the room. Disheartened, I began to walk out of the room when I felt Westley quickly grab my hand.

Turning to stare at him, he looked straight into my eyes as he lifted my hand to his mouth and planted a small kiss on the back of it. He squeezed my hand before dropping it and looking away once again. Recognizing the fact that this was my dismissal from his room, I turned and left, silently closing the door behind me.

I walked somberly to my room, sitting on the bed. Looking up into the mirror on top of the dresser, I saw my bandages around my neck. Deciding I had nothing better to do, I reached up and began unwrapping the gauze. When it got to the end, the rest simply fell away to reveal a perfectly clean neck. Amazed, I stood up and walked briskly to the mirror to get a closer look. Sure enough, there was not a mark to be seen.

DidIdothat? I wondered, ordidLucifer?

Deciding it wasn't worth pondering, I shut the door to my room, slipped off my shorts, and unhooked my bra. I crawled into bed, inexplicably exhausted. I fell asleep quickly, almost as fast as I did when I was immortal.