Paint Me Green and Give Me a Soul [2017] [P/UP]

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I gasped for breath as I sprinted down an alleyway, my chest heaving and the shouts of my persuers behind me.

The blood was rushing in my ears, making the gunshots sound like muffled pops instead of the eardrum shattering bangs I knew they were.

"GET BACK HERE WITH MY FUCKING MONEY!" The leading meathead shouted, shooting a few more rounds at the ground behind my feet.

I jumped with a yelp and turned around quickly before continuing to sprint away. My lungs were burning.

I can't outrun seven guys!

"I DON'T... HAVE... YOUR MONEY!" I called back breathlessly to the loan shark.

"DONT FUCK WITH ME, CHESLOCK, I KNOW YOU GOT A RICH ASS FAMILY! FORK OVER THE MONEY YOUR OLD MAN OWES ME!"

I clenched my jaw at the mention of my dad, and let out a silent prayer.

Please, please, please, please! I don't want to die! Somebody, anybody help me! I don't want to end up like my father! DON'T LET ME DIE!

I tripped over something lying in the street and flew forward with a yelp, wrapping my arms around my head to protect myself and closing my dark eyes at the same time.

When I hit the ground, it wasn't rough like I had expected it to be, and no noise penetrated my ears.

This is it, isn't it? I muttered in my head. They shot me and now I'm dead.

The silence was broken by echoing footsteps, coming near to my form.

Cracking my eyes open, the first thing I noticed was that the alley I had run into was gone and replaced with a completely black space. I was laying in the only spot of light in the entire place. The footsteps stopped a few feet away from my fallen form, then were replaced with a feminine laugh.

Immediately, I scrambled to my feet and patted down my hoodie and jeans as I looked around.

"H-Hello?" I called into the blackness.

Two glowing silver spots appeared before me, and it took me a few moments to realize that they were eyes.

They looked me up and down for a minute before turning to the side and moving forward. The footsteps clicked like heels as the eyes circled me.

"Let's see..." The American accented female voice muttered, still circling. "What was it that Sebastian told me to say whenever I get summoned?"

I crinkled my eyebrows together in confusion. "Excuse me? I'm sorry, but just who exactly are you?"

The clicking stopped and the eyes turned to me, glowing brighter than before. "I am the night." She rasped, forcing her voice to deepen. "I am the goddamn Batman."

I raised an eyebrow and looked around at the darkness. "This is a joke, yeah? You're pulling some sort of prank with my dad's loan shark?"

The eyes narrowed at me. "Don't ask me why I'm here, dude. You're the one who summoned me."

My eyes widened as her's glowed even brighter, flecks of icy blue mixing into the silver.

"What the hell...?" I asked, but trailed off as she began to circle me again.

"Since you sorta called me from Hell to be at your side- I don't enjoy being summoned in the middle of my time with Satan by the way- God just kinda hates you now and you're never gonna be let into Heaven." She informed me, her voice once more smooth.

Once more, I furrowed my brow. "You're a demon?" I breathed in disbelief.

She groaned. "Oh my Satan, how fucking dumb are you?" She groaned, and the glowing eyes rolled. "One, yes I'm a fucking demon; two, I'm kinda curious as to the situation, but I really just want to eat you right now; and three, do you want to make a contract with me?"

I jumped back as a porcelain white hand with long, claw-like nails appeared out of the darkness in front of me.

"Until your ultimate wish is fulfilled, I will protect you from all dangers. I will never leave your side. You will be my master. All I ask for in return is your soul."

The usual sarcasm in her tone had vanished and was replaced with an icy seriousness that shook me to my core.

What was my wish?

I eyed the hand skeptically. "You will protect me?"

"Yes."

"You will never lie to me?"

"If you order me not to."

"All you want... Is my soul?"

"For fuck's sake, yes! This is taking too long. You don't have much more time out there you know."

I snorted slightly at her sudden change in tone, then breathed deeply and grabbed her hand. "Yes, I will make a contract with you."

The eyes narrowed as a sharp toothed and devious smile appeared under them.

"Good."

Immediately, she let go of my hand and grabbed me by the wrist.

"What're you-!?"

I cut myself off with a scream as a searing pain unlike any I had ever felt burned at my skin.

As the pain decreased, colors started to return and I could hear the loan shark's gun going off.

"What are my orders, young master?" The demon's voice rang out clearly.

I took a tourtured breath as my lungs began to burn again. "PROTECT ME!" I shouted at the shadowy figure that now stood before my fallen body. "DON'T LET ME DIE!"

She laughed like a lunatic and sprang forward. "FUCK YEAH, BITCHES!" She howled. "I'M BACK!"

Shadows warped around the feminine figure as she danced around the seven, making it hard to see anything but long strands of hair, claws, her cackling mouth, and a pair of heels so high that she could have been a pole dancer.

I shut my eyes at the first sight of blood and the screaming of the seven men. The chaos lasted probably about a minute before everything quieted and the clicks of her heels stopped in front of me.

"Young master, you may open your eyes now."

Slowly, I pried them open and stared at her absurdly high heels. The rest of the demon was engulfed in the  shadows of the buildings next to us.

I slowly stood up, my breath still coming out heavily.

"What's your name?" She asked, silver eyes narrowing.

I took a few more breaths before replying. "Andrew... Andrew Cheslock."

Her eyes widened in what looked like surprise, then narrowed, looking me up and down. "Oh, I'm serving another nobleman, am I?" Her eyes then looked around. "Dammit, I'm in the twenty-first century, aren't I?"

I nodded and looked straight into her eyes. "What's your name?"

"Mor-... No... My master chooses my name for me."

It was my turn to narrow my eyes at her. "No no, you were about to say something. What was it?"

After a moment, she sighed and began to step out of the shadows.

Clothing seemed to melt onto her and she shrank a few inches as her black leather heels melted into black combat boots. She wore an old fashioned black tailed suit, reminding me of a butler. I noticed on either hand she wore fingerless black biker gloves that revealed well manicured black nails. Her hair was an almost muddy brown that reached her lower back and... she was unearthly pretty with icy blue eyes that seemed to glow with actual ice crystals. She was a few inches shorter than me.

"Morgan." The demon told me, her voice no longer so otherworldly. "My name is Morgan Donnelly."