Danced With The Devil And Drank With The Demons

I Danced With The Devil And Drank With The Demons - Chapter 1

Have you ever woken to your thoughts being played in your head, ramming its self into your mind? It makes you feel as if you were drunk the night before and this is your payment for doing so.

" "Stormi," my ex-fiance said as I stormed into my closet. I was furious, someone had sent me a video of my future husband and my so called best friend, having dry sex with each other.

"Is it true?" My voice quivered. My fiance's dark eyes snatch, whenever he tired to recall something.

"What's true?" His voice seemed confused, then his normal posture tensed. Lier.

I threw my phone at his head. "That! Your a god damn cheater!"

"Honey..."

"Don't honey me, Alexander! How could you do this to me? We were getting married, we were in love! And of all the people you have to choose her? The one girl I trusted all my secrets with! Who else have you fucked?!" My eye sight blurred, my body shook.

"Stormi. I never really loved you. You were just a really good fuck that look good to have around to make me look like I was a perfect man." His voiced made me sick. I can't believe he would do such a low thing to me.

"Get the hell out my house." I didn't scream or shout, I whispered it.

"No, this is my house too." His arrogant little voice said.

"Now!" I grab whatever that was closet to me and threw it with everything I had in my body at him. Alexander ducked from the flying objects. Finally when I heard the door close. I fell to the ground sobbing and shaking.

"What did I do god? What did I do?" I asked, looking up."

The door in the room were I was being kept in open. A young girl no older the 16 walked in.

"Miss, Master would like to see you now." Her voice was quiet but it was very gentle.

"Who is this master?" I asked, my voice hoarse. My red hair tangled and my hands were dirty.

"The devil, miss." My throat seemed to close up. The devil? I was going to marry the cruelest man ever.

I followed the young girl through a series of hallways and doorways. Finally we came to two large doors. The young girl timidly knocked on the door.

"Let her in, Emily." A booming voiced said from behind the door. Emily looked nervously at me.

"Don't make the master upset." Her small voice seemed hushed. Emily open the door.

The room was like a giant library, books everywhere. Something you would see in an old mansion built in the 1800's. A desk was placed on the far right of the room, paper filled every place on the desk. A couch was found near a roaring fire place, with a few chair near it.

"My lovely Stormi." A male voice behind me, scaring me out of my curious mode. I whipped around, staring an angel instead of an devil. The man was at least seven foot tall, with a lean yet muscular body. Blond hair framed his face and the prettiest blue eyes. I was shocked. This was the devil?

"Who are you?" I asked confused as ever. The man laugh, it sent shivers down my back.

"Darling, I am the devil, Satan. I prefer the name Christan, gives me such a less scary name for the devil does it not?" Christan lips twisted into a smirk, he wasn't joking around was he?

"Why am I here?" God did I sound like one of those stupid bimbo's from the those awful horror movies. Christan chuckled again, his hand came down to brush a piece of hair off of my cheek.

"Well my little storm, you are here because you are my beloved, my wife."

"The hell I'm not." I said, jerking away from the crazy-ass man. Christan smirk fell into a scowl. He disappeared. Was he gone? Is this all a dream?

A hand roughly grab my face bringing it close to the devil's face. His blue eyes were a light grey now. He seemed so cruel, so- devil like.

"Stormi, you are mine. Mine forever, since you were born. No one knew but me. You can't out run me, I can find every where. If you run, hell will be your payment. This is your life now." His voice seemed so dark. This was a monster I was marrying.

"I'm already in hell." I remarked, wishing I could shut my smart ass mouth. Christan hissed, he slammed into a wall, something I had no clue that was behind me. I winced in pain.

"Don't test me, Stormi. Men have done it, and they are now rotting in the deepest hole of hell. I wish you won't be like those men." He leaned closer into me. My feet dangled off of the floor. He brushed his lips against my cheek. Then my forehead and finally my lips. He groaned lightly.

"Oh have I wish I could tell you this earlier, it would be so much easier on you and I. You do know that I love you? I loved you since you were born. I had my men watch you as you grew up, making sure everything was fine with you. I watch you grow to become such a beautiful woman. Of course until one of my men fell in love with you. I couldn't stop him from, you were just a easy thing to fall for. The way you laugh, the way you smile, even the way when your confused your eyebrows come together.

"Alexander was his name, after you fell for him. I had no power over him, something else got him. Oh how I wished I could drag him back the hell. Make him watch you and I. Finally with one little slip up he made, I was able to control him again. He never did cheat on you, he loved you too much. I was able to make you think that he did. I did it for you. You didn't deserve him. You deserved me." Christan lightly put me back on the ground, he began to play with my hair, one arm leaning on the wall, his body hunched over so that his face was near mine. He was a sick man. I would never love him.

"Your sick." I said. Christan laugh, his body shaked. He smiled a sick smile.

"Yes I have been told, but this time it was out of my black heart for you. You make me heart beat again." He lightly grabbed my hand and placed it on his chest. His heart did beat, lightly. He rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb. He was acting so gentle with me. Why?

"Emily take Stormi to our room. Make to it she is washed and feed. I would like to retire to our room by nine. See to it that she is placed back into our room by then." His once gentled postured turned tense and his voice with it. This man was a really character wasn't he.

"Yes master." Emily timid voice said, she she ushered me out of the room.

"Lets go miss, I don't wish making the master mad." Why was she so scared of making him mad?