Danced With The Devil And Drank With The Demons

I Danced With The Devil And Drank With The Demons - Chapter 5

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My body burned like mother of a cow. I haven't ran like that since I was just a little babe. My legs felt like jello, my shoulder was extremely hot. Of course it didn't help when I had an body warp around me.

Christan's body was awfully warm. I would think it would be more of a cold body since his heart does not beat fast. Then again I thought Hell would be very hot but in fact it was very nice and cool. I peered under one eye lid to the mighty windows that were placed on either side of the fireplace.

"Stormi...." Christan groaned as he tighten his grip around me. I began to push my hands around the man's large arms. I was losing my breath.

"Can't... breath...." I gasped as he let his arms unravel me. Christan sat up, stretching his muscular chest, that would make any girl drool. I had to stop myself from reaching out and touching it.

"La mia tempesta..." Christan said. My eyes widen, why is he talking in italian? I could speak Italian, Spanish, French, English, and Irish, but no one would ever use that language around me.

"Chiedo scusa?" I asked, Christan grinned. His blue eyes sparkled.

"il mio piccolo amato, sei così bella questa bella mattina." Christan then reached under my arms, he drag me up to his lap.

"come si fa a italiano?" I asked, curiosity over came me.

"Sono stato in Paradiso, sono stato per l'inferno, sono stato a Las Vegas, e Dio sa dove. Ti amo di più allora si saprà mai." Christan then gathered my hair and brought my lips up to his lips. He kissed my as if I was the last person on life and he need all the kisses he could get. My body was on fire, but in the good way. My hands to my feet tingled with little fire crackers going off. I threw my arms around his neck. Temptation got the best of me.

Christan began to kiss down my neck, nibbling at random places.

"Il mio amore..." He moaned into my shoulder. I glanced down at the back of his neck, a small little D was placed on the nape.

Realization hit me hard. He was the devil, he beat Emily. Emily! I jerked back, falling from Christan's warm grip. He looked down at me with sadness.

"What is it my little amore?" He asked, he voice coated with concern.

"Emily. Is she okay?" I asked. Please let my Emily be fine. Christan groaned, he laid back on the bed, one hand covering his eyes.

"Emily is fine. Why do you like her so?" He asked, I could hear the jealously in his voice. I grinned a little.

"I have a little sister, Emily's age. I looked after her, when Mother and Father died. When Alexander and I got engaged," Christan growled, "I had to send her to boarding school back in England. My heart ached when she left, I wish I could have with me again. She was such a sweet girl, always smiling and laughing." My voice shaking a little.

"You talk of her as if she is dead." Christan spoke softly.

"She.... is dead. She was walking back to her dorm.... when a car came around a corner and... hit her ...dead on.... They say she didn't feel it..." My body shake uncontrollably, Christan came to quiet me. But it didn't work.

"She was the only thing I had left of my family. My last family member and she's dead! I would ask God why he didn't kill me? She just started her life, and he took it from her!" Everything was being taken from me. My soul was so small. Christan gathered me in his arms and whispered little things in my ear.

"Tá do dheirfiúr i síocháin anois." He whispered in Irish, the language where my family came from.

Emily walk through the door, but turned around as soon as she saw the two of us.

"Emily, stay." Christan commanded, Emily shut the door and walked over to the bed. Christan had his head on my head, rubbing my back, as I cried into his chest.

"Tell everyone, that I don't want to be bothered today. Place go make a warm bath for both of us. Then the servants can go and do what they please." Emily smiled.

"Yes Master." I could hear the bath being run, and Emily humming. Then a door shut, leaving the two of us alone. Being alone with Christan wasn't as frightening when he wasn't mad at you. He was kinda like a little toy dog that had a nasty bark but no bite. But in reality that was very wrong. He was a huge dog with a nasty bark and bite.

Christan got up, bringing me closer into him as he walk into the Bathroom. I felt paralyzed at the moment. Christan undressed his self and I. He didn't do anything that would be inappropriate. The he and I step into the large bath. I laid against Christan's chest, as he laid small butterflies kisses on the crook of my neck. I didn't care.

"Stormi please, talk to me.Your voice is so sweet to me." Christan whispered against my skin, his breath tickling around back. Giving me goosebumps.

"I don't know what to say, anymore." I said in a monotone voice. I heard Christan sigh. He warp one arm around my waist.

"How about I take you to your family's grave. To your friends. Let them see you." He grumbled. Clearly he did not like that idea of taking me back home. But everything in my body became lively again.

"Really?" I asked, my voice back to the normal voice I had. Christan chuckled, he began to nibble on my ear lobe.

"Yes my little storm." I leaned into the devil, who at the moment was acting like a reasonable human lover.

God was I wrong about that.

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Translations:

La mia tempesta>>>> My little storm

Chiedo scusa>>> I beg your pardon

il mio piccolo amato, sei così bella questa bella mattina>my little love, you are so beautiful this beautiful morning

come si fa a italiano>>> How do you know Itilian

Sono stato in Paradiso, sono stato per l'inferno, sono stato a Las Vegas, e Dio sa dove. Ti amo di più allora si saprà mai>>>I was in heaven, I've been to hell, I was in Las Vegas, and God knows where. I love you more then you will never know

Il mio amore>>> my love

Tá do dheirfiúr i síocháin anois>>> your sister is in peace now