Domine Mi Lucifer

He stood above me, leering in the moonlight, a sickening grin across his face. Looking into his crazed eyes, I knew this was the end, only a miracle would save me. He let out a hungry breath, yellow tinged fangs descended from his gums. His brutish hands reached out, yanking my body up by a painful grip on my hair. I scrunched my eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable pain that would come. He'd been brutal with the other girls.

A sudden brush of wind. Bones meeting concrete. Gasps of pain. Silence. Footsteps. A touch so soft, it was barley noticeable. My restraints hitting the ground. A new delicate voice full of concern;

"Mi amore, open your eyes. Let me help you."

Slowly, fearfully I opened my eyes. I gasped, the sudden motion painful for my aching chest. A young man knelt in front of me, he was beautiful, sinfully so. Black hair swept back, piercing ice blue eyes, aristocratic features and a smattering of blood on his lips .... as if ....

"Correct mi amore, I did unto him only what he planned for you."

I daren't to look where the man would lay, it meant no longer a denial to what had occurred. I was mesmerized by this beautiful deadly other-wordly man. During my captivity, I'd learnt the things of nightmares and fairy tales to be true. Yet this man seemed genuine.

He smiled and offered me his hand. Without thinking I accepted.