I never believed in love. I especially never thought that I, the son of the Devil would ever find it. At least… Not until… I saw her. Such mysterious beauty. Her eyes were as dark as the night sky. Her hair even darker. Her olive skin highlighted her features making her look like a delicate porcelain doll.
I slowly approached her, my heart beating a thousand times per minute.
She slowly turned her head looking at me.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes… well… no… My name is Damien. The son of Lucifer! The antichrist!"
"And? What does that have to do with me?"
"Well… I um… you see…"
"Ya…. Im gonna head this way now…. Bye…" She turned around but before she could walk away I grabbed her arm.
"Wait…" She looked at me with those hypnotizing eyes.
Before I could stop myself I pulled her in, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her. The only weird thing was… she didn't pull away.
Hope's POV
Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my fucking god
What the hell am I doing? I shouldn't be kissing this guy! Especially not since I first met him! Yet, there's something that draws me to him… a unnatural force… that I can't control…. No! I have to pull away.. NOW!
I pulled back, he looked at me with dark eyes. I wanted nothing more than to press my lips against his one more time but I fought the urge to do so.
I pulled out of his grasp. The sad eyes he gave me were heart wrenching.
"I uh…. I have to go…"
I turned and walked quickly away from him, tears welling in my eyes. How stupid do I have to be! I've only been here a month and I haven't been deemed a slut yet! That's new record! Then I go off and pull something like that! Ugh! Im a idiot! A complete idiot! I kept walking and was unaware of where I was going.
"Hope! Look out!" I heard my friend Belle yelled.
I looked up and gasped. I was in the middle of the road and a car was racing after me. I screamed. I had no time to run. Suddenly I felt myself being shoved to the concrete. I heard the car race past.
Oh god…
I looked up and gasped to see Damien on the floor, not moving.
"DAMIEN!" I raced over to him.
"Damien!" HE looked dead. He was scratched up and bruised. The tears that were in my eyes overflowed.
"Oh my god! They killed Damien!" Stan yelled.
"You bastards!" Kyle yelled.
I looked over at them. Belle was slapping Kyle upside the head while my other friend Miranda was doing the same to Stan. I looked back down at Damien.
"Damien please… wake up… you're the son of the devil… you can't do this.. You're my hero… please don't die!"
I closed my eyes and cried some more. All of a sudden, I felt something soft and fragile against my lips. I opened my eyes and smiled. Damien was smiling up at me.
"Like you said… im the son of the devil… I cant die.."
"Damien!" I threw my arms around him happily. I don't care if im a slut… So long as im with him… its totally worth it…