The Devil Beside Me.

The Fated Meeting.

"That was your master plan?"

"Yes, fantastic, isn't it?"

"Boring really. I would have enjoyed the kill."

"But that spoils the fun. Once dead, you are forgotten. Time heals, Father. But being constantly reminded that two people's lives are ruined because of you, regardless of their crime; that's the fun. Occasionally, I shall let her meet them. So much joy."

"You still have a a lot to learn, boy. Never underestimate the power of guilt. Murder or not, I want to see her suffer. Use her, learn about humans. Study them."

"Yes, Father, I will. I am, actually. It sickens me seeing her with that blue abomination of a boy she is with. I can't wait to make her lose him as well."

"How's Salem? Enjoying his punishment?"

"Being a cat should be a blessing. He gets to laze around and be fed."

"You are still too soft when it comes to punishments. The worse thing you can do to a demon is to make him do what he hates the most. For example, Salem should be a dog instead of a cat. Forcing to obey humans will drive him mad. The best is when he is being suffocated with hugs and kisses and there is nothing to do to stop it. Imagine enduring that for years. Now, I shall teach you a lesson."

"Lesson? But I did not do anything wrong."

"No, but being an Idiot is a crime by itself. I hope this will make you learn, boy."

She could see the outline of a male with shoulder long black hair. She was prepared to strike, figuring if it was Draco, he choose the wrong day to change his hairstyle. Part of her wanted it to be Draco, so that she could at least have some satisfaction from hitting him, at least once. Angel slammed the door open, blade in hand and stared at nothing. There was no one there. Panicked, she tried turning but a strong pair of hands grabbed hers and stopped her movements. She could make out the hands holding her. They looked delicate, but had the strength of a horse. Pale skin tinted with redness from the hot bath. She felt the figure of a man taller than her with a slender body pressing against her back. It was obvious he was naked, she could feel his erection pushing against her dress, touching her bare thighs. Dress is totally a wrong dress code, ever, she cursed under her breath. He twisted her wrist till she released the blade. It dropped to the floor with a clang. Angel was out of ideas to break free. She considered screaming out for Draco but her pride wouldn't allow it. He pulled her hands above her head, locking them there, in mid air. Definitely not human, she thought. But not Draco either. Finally mustering the courage to speak up, she asked, "Who are you?" A silky voice replied, "Its very rude to ask one's name without introducing themselves, first." "You are not human. Draco will be furious." she hissed, praying that she sounded threatening enough. Silence, followed closely by a loud, mocking laughter. "What if I tell you, this is Draco's orders? What if I tell you that he felt no need to keep his sex toy to himself when she is already tainted by another human? What if I tell you, right now, you are mine?" he drooled, his fingers tracing the length of her spinal cord. She shivered. From fear. Handling Draco is one thing. But to allow another of those Hell spawn's to even think they own her is another.

She could feel his hot breath on the nape of her neck, and his long tongue licking the sweat droplets formed there. It was nauseating. Tears started flowing from the corner of her eyes. His hands made their way under her dress, his cold fingers circling on her inner thighs. "SALEM!" a voice boomed. Immediately, the pressure on her wrists loosened, but his grip was still intact. Angel yanked her hands away and to her amazement, was actually glad to see Draco. She quickly closed the distance between them and threw her hands around his neck. He can punish her later if he wanted, she didn't care. The thought of someone other than him, the thought of her body being shared by another anathema that wasn't purple eyed was nauseating to her. She felt Draco's body shaking ever so slightly, she hoped from anger. She didn't want to face the black haired man as she already had her suspicions.

Draco took in a deep breath, pulled Angel off him and in a very quiet tone, addressed the naked man before him. "What do you think you are doing, Salem?" The dark haired man's composure was betrayed by the light twitching of his shoulders, but his voice maintained its lazy drawl. "I am merely following orders, young master. I was told that my punishment included being intimate and playing with the filthy wh**e that was suppose to take care of me. I wasn't given a handbook as what intimate meant so I took the liberty of making my own definition. I treated her the way w***es should be treated". A sly smile played on his lips. Draco stared at Salem quietly. Even thou his emotions were unreadable, I knew he had absolutely no idea what was going on as well. I took comfort in knowing Draco had intention on only keeping me for himself. Sick thought but always better than the former.

As the bathroom cleared, I could finally see the man before me properly. He already had a towel draped around his hips and tattoos covered his whole body and arms up till his neck. His eyes were almost golden yellow, which is a strange color for eyes. He had an almost feral look to him. His teeth were perfectly arranged and sharp, which I noticed when he smiled at Draco. Longish black hair up to his shoulder and he had a piercing on the helix of his right ear. He was definitely taller than me, but unlike Draco who had more meat on his body; this guy was thin. I could see the thin skin stretched across his muscular abdomen, there was very little fat anywhere on his body. He had a handsome face, albeit slightly sunken. He didn't have the perfection that was exclusively inhuman that was Draco but this man, had an aura of mysteriousness that pulls you towards him even when you are perfectly aware he is bad news. I instinctively didn't like him, but I also know I ain't gonna end up hating him.

"Do whatever you like to her, however if you ever penetrate her with that foulness you call your dick, I will have you impaled." Draco stated. I stared at him in anger. Exactly what I expected from him? That he would say I am his? That I should not be touched by someone else? The only person who can overrule Draco is his father. Am I hoping Draco will actually go against his father for me? I looked directly at Salem and said, "Touch me and I will claw your eyes out". I stomped out of the bathroom, needing desperately to be alone. There was nothing about today that I was grateful for. I was an idiot to think Draco wasn't up to something. He, who was so possessive, allowed me to be with another and I wasn't expecting consequences?

She was too tired to even think about a hot bath. She quickly undressed and slipped under the covers. She winched when her fingers brushed her stomach. She inspected her stomach only to realize the small puncture wounds she noticed earlier were swollen, it looked like there was some sort of liquid in them and tender to touch. It didn't hurt anymore and the surface had a blue-ish tinge to it. She sighed. "What is Draco planning now?" she wondered. She pretended to be asleep when she felt the bed creak under the weight of the person sliding beside her. The person draped his arms around her and intertwined their fingers together. Instead of the usual coldness that she was so accustomed to; this was a different sensation. Definitely not cold, but not hot either. More like a lukewarm feeling. Her eyes snapped open, in the dim of the light she could make out pale long fingers. Not Draco's. When she tried to push away his hands from around her, their grip tightened. "Draco said hie." a soft voice whispered into her ears, before biting it softly. Angel pulled her head forward, away from that preying mouth. Salem laughed. "This is going to be fun." he said.

He slept soundly, the first in many millennials. And she, was wide awake.