This story came into mind when listening to one part of the song 'Hell On Heels'

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Title: Hell On Heels

Summary: 300 hundred years ago, Rose Hathaway made a deal with the Devil. He gave her everything she ever wanted, not something he does very easily, or often. But when you make a deal with the Devil, there is a price to pay, and Rose will find out very soon, just how high the price is.

300 years ago

The rain fell hard on the girl sitting up against the tree. She was soaked up, but didn't seem to care, or notice. She only sat there, her knees pulled up against her chest, with her arms around her body, holding herself up. There were tears running down her eyes, but you couldn't really tell, unless you looked closer, and saw her puffed up, red eyes. She would sniff every once in a while, the only sound she made. She stared ahead of her, blankly, not really seeing anything.

With her chin on her knees, and her hands digging into the Earth, a man appeared next to her. He was wearing a dark, black suit, his eyes the color of coal, and skin white as snow. The girl tensed up, feeling the dark presence of the man. Slowly she turned around, and at looking him, she jumped on her feet, taking a few steps back.

"Who are you?" her Turkish accent more pronounced with her fear. The man chuckled, taking a step closer to her. She took the same amount of steps back, but then she couldn't go back anymore. she was at the edge of the cliff.

"I am your worst nightmare," he spoke softly and darkly.

"What do you want?" she asked him.

"It's not what I want, its what you want," when she didn't answer he continued, "What is it that you want the most?"

Her thoughts immediately went to the tall, dark, handsome man, she had just lost.

"Ah," the man said thoughtfully. "That's all you want? Even I'm not powerful enough for that."

His eyes flashed a crimson red, and the girl gasped.

"Who-," she thought about it, and spoke more carefully. "What are you?"

His laugh gave her the chills, and the trees rattled, the floor grumbled, and the grass, all of nature turned black.

"I, my dear am," he paused to create more effect. He stared into her brown orbs, her dark long hair, cascaded, framing her face.

His eyes turned completely black, and the fallen Prince spoke.

"The Devil."

2012

The rain hit the big windows of the three room condo, the water droplets sliding down the glass, like tears.

Rose stared at the water droplets slide down the window, carefully, with a blank expression. She was leaning against the window, sideways, her right shoulder against the window, with a few strands of her dark hair hanging lose.

"Are you alright?" the voice startled Rose, and she turned her body around to face her friend Lissa.

"Uh, yes. Just thinking," she answered. Lissa's green eyes stared at her friend, not believing one word, but not asking any further questions. Rose was the type of person who could shut herself completely, and no one could get through.

Lissa turned her eyes to the blonde next to her, their friend Mia, stared at Rose, not believing her either.

Rose turned back to looking at the window and the water droplets sliding down. Rose's phone vibrated with a new text message. She walked the two feet to the coffee table, to pick her phone up.

Her screen read:

The boss wants you.

Rose sighed, shutting her phone off, walking over to the dining table to pick her bag, keys, and jacket up.

"Who was it?" Mia asked. Putting her jacket on, Rose answered.

"Adrian."

"What's he want?" Lissa asked. Sometimes it felt like she was in an interrogation room, with these two.

"What the fuck is this? 21 questions?" she snapped, fixing herself on the mirror.

"Sheesh, sorry," the girls apologized. Rose rolled her eyes.

"I just got called back into work," then she remembered they had dinner with Tasha's fiance,"I'll be back by dinner," she called out walking out the door and into the pouring rain. Looking out into the sky, she spoke.

"I hate my life."

With dripping wet, hair, she entered Adrian's office.

"Wow, Little Devil, try not to make a mess," he said. Rose set her stuff on the couch and flipped him off.

"I'm not in the mood, what does he want?" within seconds Adrian was in her face.

"He wants a little visit, downstairs."

Rose groaned, falling into the couch. Adrian tried not to remind her she was ruining his expensive furniture. After a few minutes, she got up, and went to stand by the book shelf. Pulling the handle, the book shelf moved, and a door appeared.

"So fucking cliche," she murmured pressing the code into the screen. The door slid open, and hesitantly she stepped in.

"Good luck," she heard Adrian call out to her.

Inside was nothing but rocks, with little light. She walked past the corridors, and after what seemed like forever, but was only 20 minutes, she reached another door.

She pressed the button, and climbed in. Closing her eyes, she felt her whole shake, the heat filled her body, and she felt at home. And in a sick way, she was.

Hell, was her home.

The door opened, and she was met with a pair of black eyes.

"Hello, darling."

"Hey," was all she said. Now that he was downstairs, Rose saw what he really looked like. Like people always imagined, he did have two red horns, the black eyes, but the rest of him was human, more or less.

"Adrian said you wanted something."

"Of coarse, I do. You're here to pay your debt."

Rose frowned, angry. "I already paid my debt."

He clicked his tongue,crossing his arms.

"No. I want more."

Rose's eyes darkened in anger, and her fangs slid out, "I already paid you."

He looked at her, unfazed by her reaction. The screen behind him lit up with a picture.

"There's a particular soul I want, Rose. He's especial, he's different, he's important, he's something that happens once in a blue moon. You'll enjoy him, he's quite... Tasty."

But Rose wasn't listening anymore. She stared at the screen behind him, and the man in the picture. Her heart dropped, if possible. Her fangs vanished, her eyes returned back to a warm brown, and she blinked a few times.

"Son of a bitch."

Her boss had already stopped talking, and was just watching the girl's reaction, ready for her to explode.

"That's not possible," she whispered.

"Like I said, only once in a blue moon. He's rare. And I want him."

The word left her mouth without hesitation.

"No."

The fallen Prince, enraged she had refused him, was in front of her, blocking the screen, within seconds.

"Did you just dare defy me? Me?" Rose swallowed the lump in her throat, along with many insults.

He jerked her chin up with one hand, so her eyes would see his. He dug his nails into her face, causing her to flinch a bit. He used the other hand to grab her by her neck.

"You will do as I say, or you lose everything. Everything. Understood?" Rose tried, but failed to swallow, as she stared into his dark eyes. They were a pit of black, the exact picture of what his soul was. Of what he had become.

"Yes," she managed to say. He flung her across the room, and she fell against the wall, her head cracking in the process. She used her hand to rub her neck, and she stared at him with such hatred.

Using the wall for support, she stood up. Her head was pounding like crazy, and she had a burning sensation where he had dug his nails in. She felt his poison filling her body.

The poison would not kill her, or harm her, but instead it would help her with her new task. Her powers would more stronger, her senses more enhanced, she would have less remorse, and the poison would make her a bit evil.

Exactly what the fallen Prince wanted.

He wanted the man's soul, and he would have it.

Rose limped away from the room, and hurriedly made her way to Adrian's office. Sliding down the door, she sat in the same position that she was in 300 years ago.

If she could, she would cry. She feared her new task, it would not be an easy one, nor would it be quick. She needed to prepare herself mentally, for her new battle.

She felt his poison working, as she sat there. The more it worked on her body, the less she thought about the man she would have to kill so soon. It didn't matter who he had been 300 years ago, and it most certainly did not matter who he was now. She would get it down, and would finally be done paying her debt. Little did she know, you never stopped paying your debt to the devil.

A few minutes later, she got up, and walked out of the office. Her 7 inch heels clicked against the floor as her feet hit the white tile.

She'd sold her soul to the devil 300 years ago, without hesitation.

And now she was hell in heels.

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