Slightly more then a Drabble, slightly less then a fic. I dont care. I'm bored and Justine is depressed. That's enough for me to write a fanfic.

Its supposed to be DamienXPip, but it could be DamienXWhoever. I dont care if I've spelt his name wrong. ¬_¬
Flamers- Find someone who actually gives a fuck.

Here I am... Just me. Damien. Is that enough for you still?

I'm here, laying in this dark, desolate corner of hell, the heat is dire, sweltering. I smell bad, I'm concious enough to realise that. I'm laying in my own sweat and spit, among other fluids. I'm naked because it's convinient, and cause it's hot. Listening to the screams of the damned, it's more comforting then it really should be, even to me.

All I can think of is you.
What happened?
Where are you?
Why arn't I with you now?
Are you with anyone else now?
Have you forgotten our brief friendship -Our brief relationship?

Every now and then a demon comes offering me refreshments, every time I say no.
Various succubus and incubus have entertained me since I've been without you, none of their practiced talents have got me off as much as you did. I still remember your fragile body beneath me, trusting me. Your eyes holding so much trust, more then I've ever seen before. And love, your words after everything were enough to persuade me.

I can't escape my thoughts of you.
What have you done to me?
Where did it all go wrong?
Why did I leave?
Are you missing me?
Have you thought about me since I left you?

Kenny say's your doing well from what he's seen of you, though I've probably seen more of him then you have. We talked for a bit, both of us having nothing better to do. The fat spoilt kid is still the same, and you're still being called French. Though, I admit I was impressed about the dodgeball thing. Ah well, you deserve something to put to your name from this hard time of school. Am I the only one that finds hell easier then school? Probably but still. He hasn't been here for a while, Kenny that is, and so I've been pretty lonely.

I wonder where you are now.
What are you doing?
Where are you?
Why am I so lonely? Are you still in South Park?
Have you remembered that this time last year I gave you your first kiss?

I remember. I remember how you looked up at me in wonder, looking ever so slightly scared. The way you trembled as I moved my face closer to yours, and when you gasped when our lips touched. The way you tasted of vanilla, do you still taste like that? How your toungue was so soft against mine, and you felt so warm in my arms. Not warm like here is warm, warm like I imagine a lover should be. Were we lovers? Or is that something I'm not allowed? You clung onto my black shirt so tightly, like you were scared I would disapear, I guess I did disapear in the end anyway.

I feel like I need you, but I know I don't.
What are you thinking about?
Where will we meet again, if we ever do?
Why don't I go find you?
Are you thinking of me?
Have you been thinking all this stuff like I have?

Someday, I'll leave here and I won't come back until I have you with me. When I rule hell, it'll be with you by my side.
Forever, eternally my angelic demon queen. Would you like that? We could visit earth as much as you like, not that you'd need to, but just in case you got homesick.

Voila.

Review and all that stuff. Oh and thanks to Zora for uploading this, cause this laptop is a fucking retard.

Misa x