Hi everyone! this fic is kind of an experiment in TamaraxScorpion shipping, so I hope you like it! More chapters on the way, rate and review please! xoxo :)

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"H-hello? Is anyone there?" Tamara touched a hand to her lips as she recognized the words she had just spoken. They were the same words as the last time...the time with Lucifer. The last time she had found herself wandering, alone and frightened, in a world she knew nothing about. It was steadily becoming clear to her that things would always be this way. Three times now she had awoken in a strange, unfamiliar place with no directions and not a single face she recognized. She stepped forward once, twice, and then sighed and began to walk. No matter how many times this happened to her, Tamara was sure the overwhelming fear and dread would never go away.

As she walked, she reflected on the first remembered finding the dark-eyed boy in the cage, and not even having time to wonder why he was there before he fixed her with that brilliant smile of his. He had been so handsome, so tempting, as seductive as he was grotesque. Tamara shook her head as though to shake the memory away as she recalled being bound to that wheel, putty in the hands of her murderer. He had seemed so genuine at the time, so charming that she felt she had to trust him. He'd said his act was dead without her, and she had believed him. And then the knives. One, two, three, prick! And then she lay there, bound and paralyzed in agony and disbelief at how the boy she had trusted, trusted, had betrayed her. She squeezed her eyes shut at the memory of the pain, and worse than that, the look of vicious triumph on the boy's face at what he had done. And then...darkness. Silence. And another awakening.

The unfortunate girl shook her head as she walked, guilt and frustration adding to the fear. She raised her head to see a spotlight in the distance. At least, that's what it looked like. It was far away, but it was still light. She continued to walk toward the spotlight, even though her heart wrenched at the thought that this was her next torment. But torture or no, she had little choice, and nowhere to go.

So she moved on, and thought of the second encounter. That time, too, she had awoken in a daze, wearing clothes not her own. But unlike the first time, she found herself in a lovely white nightgown that shone against her tanned limbs, with her dark hair loose and the smallest hint of cleavage exposed.

She had wandered through an archway, seeking anyone, and had seen him. Lucifer, the one who finally put it into her mind that she was, in fact, in hell and not having a vivid nightmare. As soon as she had spoken the familiar first words, she locked eyes with the thing standing opposite her, and his gaze drew a strange song from her throat. She sang beautifully, but without any knowledge of the tune or the words. And, just like the time before, Tamara found herself beguiled by some honey-voiced horrifying thing. Before she knew it, she lay on a bed beneath the devil himself, held by his hands and his song. Then the melody ended, its strains fading from around her, and darkness fell on her world.

She had been so absorbed in her memories that she failed to notice where she was until she found herself in the midst of the spotlight she had been approaching. The light came from nowhere and bathed her in an angelic glow. She found herself dressed in a short, girlish sundress. The dress was white and seemed to have come from the radiance she stood in the light, she could see even less than when she had wandered in the dark.

She stood transfixed until a shape began to emerge into the light. Tamara gasped when she recognized him. She turned, intending to bolt to God knew where, just away from him. He put out a hand to stop her flight, but laid not a finger on her personally. "Wait!" the smoky voice called. "Please...wait." She turned, but kept her body tensed, ready to run. From the shadows beyond where they stood, Lucifer kept watch, his expression unreadable.

From the darkness he looked to where the two figures faced one another in the glow. Tamara...and the Scorpion.