A/N: Hi guys! So this is my first story EVER so if it sucks then you know why lol.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just for fun.

It was the 26th of October, 1996. The deserted streets held an eerie promise of unforeseen terrors which seemed to become more foreboding as the night wore on. The pale moonlight cast an ominous glow on the form of a boy perusing the neighborhood, his head held high as he made his way down Hollis Avenue, each step bringing him closer and closer to his destination. The cool, crisp air stung his nostrils, making him sniffle in disgust and stare up into nothing, his accusatory glare making it seem as though he blamed the heavens for the uncomfortable weather. But however cruel and formidable the cold may be, it certainly wasn't going to stop him from finding what he was looking for, for there was someone special that the boy's mind was set on. Someone who he couldn't live without, REFUSED to live without. This particular thought had him walking faster, a newfound bounce suddenly present in his step.

As he veered off towards the dirt road that would bring him to the object of his obsessions, he bumped into a man walking in the opposite direction. "Hey! Watch where the fuck you're going asshole!" he shouted, startling the dark stranger out of his musings. The boy stopped and slowly turned around. A low growl formed in his throat as he took a couple steps forward, staring menacingly at the offending stranger, his eyes turning pitch black. The man immediately put his hands up in surrender, mumbled an oath of apology, and walked as fast as he could away from the altercation he brought upon himself to create, recognizing a losing battle when he saw one. The boy followed the offender's movements for the briefest of seconds before slowly turning around and resuming his journey towards the house in the distance. He was almost there, so close he could practically taste the fear of the man within its walls. And why shouldn't he be afraid? He knew this day would eventually come, the boy thought to himself. A smirk suddenly appeared on the young man's lips as he made his way up the driveway before slowly coming to a halt a couple feet away from the front door. He stared at it for a moment before lifting his hand and, with a brief movement of his index finger, the door burst wide open. The man who had been staring at the flames burning in the fireplace turned around to face the intruder.

"It's been a long time son," he said.

The boy inched casually towards his father, his attention riveted on the fear he saw in his eyes.

"Where is he?"

"Does it matter? You know I won't let you get within ten feet of that child. I've kept him safe all these years. He's a good kid. The last thing he needs is to get tangled up with the likes of you."

As the boy tried to walk closer, he was suddenly met with a force of resistance which caused him to scowl at his father and follow his gaze up to the ceiling. There, painted in blood was a Devil's Trap. The young man looked back at his dad and smirked.

"You honestly think this stunt of yours is going to keep me from him?" he asked incredulously. "NOTHING can keep me from him. He's belonged to me since the first day you placed his delicate body into my arms all those years ago. He was mine then and he's mine now. I'm giving you a chance father, a chance to save yourself. Let me walk out of here with him and no harm will come to you. Resist and this day will be your last."

Sensing the danger that radiated off the boy, the father pulled out his book and started reciting the exorcism ritual that he'd done so many times before this night. It had little effect however, as his son's power cracked the ceiling holding the Devil's Trap in place and practically teleported over to his side, ripping the book out of his hands and snapping his neck with nothing more than a thought. He did warn him. It was never a good thing to toy with a demon. Too bad his father had to pay the price.

The boy glanced up at the top floor as a sense of peace washed over him. He knew what awaited him up there. Taking the steps one stair at a time, he could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he gradually approached the top of the stairs. Making a left, he came to a bedroom door that he hadn't seen in a very long time. As he slowly turned the knob, he heard a soft whimper inside, the sound reverberating off the walls and going straight to his groin. He knew that sound. LOVED that sound. It was the sound of an angel sleeping peacefully in his bed, obviously having a very good dream. The occupant of the bedroom was lying on his side. His right hand was stuffed underneath his pillow and his left was fisted in the sheet covering his little frame. The young man took one look at the boy and released a lustful sigh. He then came up to the foot of the bed and breathlessly murmured the child's name. It was a name that has haunted him since the first day the kid was born. It was a name associated with everything he's always desired. It was the name of purity and innocence. Of chastity and virtue. It was a name that he would never forget. The name of an angel, HIS angel.

"Sammy."