The Devils Downfall

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They were opposites. They knew that from the very first time they'd met.
Y/N intrigued Marthe. She was special, and much different to any other girl she had ever had the privilege of knowing, let alone had an interest in.
Y/N lived a pretty normal life; she was a hard worker, she cherished her friends and she loved everyone she met with her whole heart.
That was the first problem.
Although Marthe held many of the same values deep down somewhere inside of her cold heart, on the outside she was as hard as a stone. Everyone knew exactly how to talk to her. They knew of her power, her influence, and they were scared of her for it. She had to protect her image. It was her job. Eventually that ended up getting knotted through her personality and she couldn't tell the two apart anymore; who she really was and who it was that she had to present to the world.
She wasn't afraid to be herself. That was the something Y/N admired about her on that eventful October night.
Marthe entered the house that night looking bold as ever, with her all black aesthetic; biker boots, black leather jacket and chains upon chains scattered all throughout her outfit. Just the way she liked it, and a lot of other people too apparently according to the attention she got from the second she walked in. People were scared of her, they knew not to dance too close to the devil, but they were able to admire a good thing when they saw it. Turned heads, looks up and down and nods of approval followed Marthe as she paved her way through the crowded party, in search for a drink.
Y/N on the other hand, stood outside by the pool entertaining a conversation with some random boy that wouldn't leave her to enjoy her drink. She saw Marthe enter the party through the window, saw the path that was paved for Hell's most precious angel. Y/N knew her place just like everybody else. Marthe Woertman wasn't the woman to annoy or upset in any way, shape or form. To do that would be to commit social suicide. Y/N was below her, everyone was. When she moved here last year, her neighbour made it very clear from the first week that she moved in, that the Woertman's were not the family to irritate. Y/N didn't ask any questions. She could see the fear in her neighbours eyes when they spoke of the Woertman's. The only time Y/N ever really saw Marthe was at parties, sometimes a random club. They'd never spoken, unless you count accidental, occasional glances as a form of communication.
Y/N couldn't deny Marthe's beauty. She was tall and slim but also strong and capable. She displayed a very tough exterior that initially attracted Y/N to her. Y/N felt like they were similar in a lot of ways. It was hard to tell, Marthe was a closed book but Y/N even related to that. Y/N always had her emotional guard up and Marthe didn't seem to trust a lot of people. Maybe in another life the two of them would have been friends.
Y/N grew tired of hearing about the boys amazing apartment that was only 15minutes away. She'd had her fun and couldn't have been more emotionally disconnected from him after he'd given her what she wanted. A drink wasn't worth listening to him blab on. She'd felt a bit funny after a few sips. It was hitting her quicker tonight, considering it was only her first drink. But then again, she didn't have dinner before she came here and drinking on an empty stomach is never a good idea and she knew that.
"I'll be right back", Y/N whispered seductively in his ear while placing the drink back into his hand. Truth was, she wasn't coming back. She was bored now and wanted to find someone else to play with for the night.
As soon as she walked back into the house, Marthe looked up from the kitchen table where she was still deciding on a drink. Y/N was beautiful. She was a lot shorter than Marthe, but then again most people were. Y/N stood out with her long, curled red hair and striking green eyes. It was obvious she wasn't native. She had moved here to improve her Dutch for her job. Y/N was an international translator and worked for the United Nations, the European Union and various other highly established organisations. It was nothing more than a glance before Marthe was back running her fingers through the choice of beer bottles laid out on the table.
Y/N couldn't help but wonder what would captivate Marthe's attention for longer than a millisecond. Tonight, she felt daring and she'd be the first to admit that maybe that was down to the very strong drink that boy had made for her, but one thing Y/N hated the most in the world was missed opportunities. She wanted to get to know Marthe better, even if that meant that Marthe would jeopardise the relationships Y/N had built here. She was still an outsider. She hadn't made any extremely close friends, so she didn't have a lot to lose and tonight, tonight she felt mischievous and she was going to exploit that.
Y/N took a deep breath and strode over to the table. Marthe's eyebrows were furrowed, still trying to decide on what she wanted to drink tonight when she felt someone arrive at the table. She looked up from the table and saw Y/N standing there. Marthe didn't know too much about the mysterious girl from out of town, but she couldn't help but admire her beauty. Tonight Y/N wore a cocky smile and Marthe couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking.
Y/N had never actually been this close to Marthe. For the first time tonight, she felt nervous but wouldn't let that show. So, she cracked the most confident smile she could when Marthe looked up at her.
"Having a hard time choosing?", Y/N asked.
Marthe was surprised by the girls sudden confidence. They'd never spoken before and Marthe presumed she was more understated than this. She stood up tall and leaned back against the kitchen counter so she could pay more attention to the girl that was brave enough to attempt to walk this tightrope.
"What gave it away?", Marthe smiled coyly. Y/N was playing a dangerous game approaching her, but it was okay, Marthe would allow it to unravel since she had no trouble matching energies with people.
Y/N rolled her eyes and smiled the first genuine smile back at Marthe.
"Sweet or sour?", she stated plainly.
"I like my girls sweet", said Marthe.
Y/N couldn't help but laugh this time.
"You know I was talking about the drink", Y/N stated.
"I know but what do you wish you were talking about", Y/N gulped.
The girl was very confident, she assumed as much without even knowing her but it was still easy to get thrown off by her flirtatious behaviour.
"I think we need to sweeten you up tonight", and with that Y/N concocted a strawberry daiquiri and handed it to the tall woman.
"I'm Y/N by the way", she said.
"I know who you are. I know who everyone here is, and you know who I am. So next time, we can skip the formalities".
With that, the devil herself walked away, Y/N's drink in hand to find her fling for the night leaving Y/N there, stunned.