A/N: Hella steamy but never gets to detailed smut.
You could feel his hands all over you, drawing sharp gasps from your lips. Flashes of red danced in your vision and the sound of screams echoed around you, but it was all background noise. Your focus was on Pete, only. You raised a bloody hand to caress his cheek and he just smiled, taking your finger in his mouth to clean off the blood.
"So good for me, angel." He purred, eyes turning black.
You quickly opened your eyes and sat up in a cold sweat. The window was open, allowing the cool summer breeze in to cool your heated skin, but it wasn't enough. It felt as if you were on fire, inside and out. Your whole being ached a pain you never felt before. Frantically, dressed in your white cotton nightgown, you fell to your knees and began to pray, or at least try.
With every word you uttered from trembling lips, your pain got worse and you couldn't even focus. All you could think about was Pete and then you remembered his promise:
When you're ready your soul will find its way to me.
But you couldn't be ready. He was going to take you to hell, the one place you'd been avoiding since you were old enough to understand what such a place was.
"Dear God, please save my soul." You begged, tears streaming down your face, but you knew deep inside it was pointless. God no longer had control of you. You belonged to Pete now.
Your legs acted almost on autopilot as your pain got worse. You left out the front door of the house, not caring if your parents heard. You stumbled into the cover of the dark woods, the grass, and twigs scraping against your bare foot. At one point, your nightgown had gotten caught on a root and you frantically yanked it free, the bottom part of the fabric tearing.
You kept stumbling along until your feet just stopped. The moonlight lit up the night enough for you to clearly make out Pete, sitting on a large boulder, a smirk on his face.
"Someone looks ready." He teased, but you just let him laugh. You had enough. With a sob you ran into his chest, grabbing his hand and placing it on your cheek.
"P-Please," You pleaded "I'm here, just like you said I'd be. I'm ready, I'm yours, just make the pain go away." Pete smiled and caressed your sweat covered face, his pupils dilating.
"You've got pain, angel? Where does it hurt?" He cooed, rubbing small circles in your cheek. Just that simple gesture was enough to allow you slight respite from the pain. You sighed and leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut. Pete's other hand was wrapped around your waist to keep you upright, but he found that he would actually need both his hands.
Suddenly you felt hard bark pressing into your back as you opened your eyes. Pete was just a breath away from you, your foreheads nearly touching.
"You never answered me, baby; where's the pain?" He asked again, his hand that was no longer holding you up, traveling up your leg, under your nightgown. You gasped as his hand snaked it's way up your thigh. Pete smirked and pressed a quick kiss against your fluttering throat.
"Your heart's beating so fast. I'm a little worried you won't last." He commented. You tried to form a coherent sentence but all that fell from your lips was pathetic moans and whimpers.
When Pete's hand reached his destination, there was an obvious shift in the air. You felt it and Pete sure as hell felt it.
"Maybe...this is where the pain has been the entire time." He snickered as you trembled. Sweat was pouring from every pore on your body and you just wanted it all to stop.
"Please, God!" You wailed brokenly, closing your eyes in shame. Your face was being gripped hard as Pete turned you to look into his black eyes.
"The big guy's not here, angel. I am." He growled.
