Author's note!: Hey guys! So I wrote this little fic-y poo because, well, I watched Judas, I loved it, but I honestly didn't understand a damn thing that was going on…so I wrote this! This way, I sort of have an idea! Now, I made an OC…because I honestly just couldn't write GaGa! I just don't think anyone can put her on paper! So I hope you like Lee! :D

So I think this will either be a two or three shot, but sorry if this one sort of rambles, I felt like there had to be some history between the singer and Judas you know? A story within the story? I mean, she had to get found out for some reason right?

Disclaimer!: I don't own Judas. That's definitely Lady G's. :]

Their foundation and formation was almost archaic. One man leading a group of 12 others. 12 other men determined to follow their master to the ends of the world. To spread the word, to be a part of something bigger than themselves. That's why most of them joined.

But me? I joined because I fell in love. I fell hard for the leader, the master, the teacher. The leader of his 12 chosen men. He created this society, but in all honesty, I can call it what it is. It's a gang. Plain and simple. A gang where the men hid behind names given to them by their leader.

John, Tomas, Peter…those weren't their names. Those were the names given to the men. The role they were to play for the master. But they were just happy to have the name, the spot, the role. Some of them, I think, just loved the control that hiding behind another name gave them. They had the ability to become someone completely different.

That's why I did it.

These men, none of them know my name. They only know me by Galilee. Or Lee for short. I was named before I had even met any of them. Legend has it, every time the teacher snuck away to see me, and someone asked where he went, one of the 12 would smirk and answer. "Your Lord has gone to Galilee."

I was named long before I had been accepted. Which I loved. This had always felt like a family. There really was only downside to this group of people. And that would be Judas. Judas was going to be the death of me. Figuratively, metaphorically and most likely literally.

I hadn't meant for anything to become of me and Judas. I just noticed him, because he was very good at being noticed. He was loud, rude and incredibly handsome. You know, screw that. The boy was sexy as sin, and dark as a demon. The embodiment of evil I was sure, but than again, he must be.

After all, he'd been given the name 'Judas'.

But for some reason, ever since the day I had met him, I had been drawn to Judas. Everything about him enticed me, like a serpent, he drew me closer and closer to that forbidden fruit until I couldn't take it anymore. I had to take a bite.

It had been maybe six months ago, when it had started.

I had gone to where they met, to wait for the return of my savoir. I usually sat in solitude, and waited, but today, Judas was there, working on his bike. It wasn't uncommon for me to spend time with the 12, in fact, I was doing that constantly, but never with Judas. He was a pariah among the group, yet, everyone needed him. It wouldn't be the same without him.

"Well, well, well," He smirked as I entered the area. "If it isn't Galilee. Where is my Lord then?"

"You'd have to ask yourself that wouldn't you?" I raised an eyebrow. "Your Lord is everywhere. The sky, the air, and in your head. My boyfriend, however, is running a few thing around town with Peter and Simon. The rest are spread out, doing other works." I answered simply, and sat myself down the couch. I was pulled the skirt I was wearing down a little more over my legs when I saw Judas give them a once over. I believed in respecting your body, but it gets hot outside, and I liked the skirt. I had never seen it be an issue before.

"So my master will be gone for a while then huh?"

"Sounded like it when he said goodbye."

"Well, that cleared up my day incredibly fast." he tossed whatever tool he was holding back into a box of similar looking tools and wiped his hands off on a rag that was sticking out of his pocket. I noticed, that he wasn't wearing his jacket. In fact, he wasn't wearing any sort of shirt at all. His body was fabulous. More then I could have imagined (or would have thought to imagine). The rest of his was just clad in a pair of dark jeans, that hung too low to be holy. "Enjoying the peep show there, Lee?"

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." I rolled my eyes and turned away from him. The man was a beast to look at, (there would be no denying that ) but any mirage that his face created was destroyed when this man opened his mouth. That's how he operated though. He drew you in with his eyes, and shot you down with his mouth.

A regular predator this guy.

"Come on now baby, can't tell me you didn't see anything when you took a gander." The smirk on his face grew into a full blown sneer, and I scoffed.

"I saw a mass of man, who suffers from reality. And the reality is, he isn't the head of this group, and never will be. No matter what he does."

Without warning, Judas plopped down next to me on the couch, and gave me a confused look. "Never gonna be the leader huh?"

"No so long as there is still a heart beat in my savior's chest. Then you shall not."

"You always talk like you're from the bible or something?" He snorted, and reached back behind him for a beer. Popping the top, he offered me the can really quick. "Want a swig?"

I accepted the can and took a pull, the returned it to him. It was more a gesture of respect and friendship then it was the actual desire to drink. It was how they bonded in the boys club, and if I wanted to stay a part of it, I had to play along.

He nodded approvingly and took the can back. He scratched his arm along the back of the couch, which entered my bubble, but I didn't think too much of it. That was how almost 10 of the 12 sat on the couch, and I felt there was not threat, so I didn't do anything.

"Why you with your boy?" He asked after several minutes in comfortable (and preferred) silence. I furrowed my brows at the question.

"Because I love him. Because he saved me from myself, and the way I lived. Had I never met him, I sure as hell wouldn't be who I am today."

"And who the fuck is that exactly, cuz I'll be honest with you Lee, I don't know shit about who you really are. None of us do."

"Maybe that's because you don't need to know? Who I am is strictly my business, and my business alone. I don't see why you, or Peter or John would care anyways."

"Your with us all the time. I know everything about all of the other 12. All of them. But you, well, I know bat shit about you."

"What do you want to know?"

"Where you go those pretty scars." he answered immediately, his fingers brushing the slightly raised skin of my shoulders, reveled from my tank top.

I jumped away from him, fear in my eyes. "Watch yourself Judas. Don't want to be pissing off any higher powers, would you?"

"Already am. Might as well give them a reason." He snorted, but made no move towards touching me again. My body sighed in relief while a small part of me protested.

"What are you talking about?"

"Think about it. The other guys, they on their damn tippy toes, day in and day out, they don't wanna piss off your boy, see. They don't want him to stop trusting them."

"And why don't you care about that?" I asked, annoyed slightly that he would talk about the flaws of the system with me. That's something you saved for the teacher, not his girlfriend.

"Nope, he obviously hasn't trusted me since day one."

"And why would you think that?"

"Because, he gave me the name 'Judas', the betrayer. Not exactly a great way to start a relationship with someone if you know what I mean."

"I don't. You should be grateful to even be here."

"Oh, sure. I just love being the fucker everyone loves to hate. People get excited when they hear that he killed himself. No one loves Judas. Not even the Lord on high."

"God loves everyone."

"You think God loves the betrayer? Well think again kid. No ones loves Judas."

"God hates no ones." I remained firm in my position.

"God doesn't like Judas. And you boyfriend doesn't like me. Hell, he hand fucking picked the name out. I was the forth one to join, and he gives me Judas. Fucking obvious." He took a long pull off his beer, and eyed me skeptically. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Do you hate me too?"

"I don't hate anyone." I sighed, and pulled my long hair into pony tail. Judas watched the action with intrest, and then his damned hands were on my shoulders again. My porcelin skin jumped underneath his touch, erupting in a fire I hadn't felt in far too long. I tore away from him once more, only to have him smirk.

"Thought you didn't hate anyone."

"You had no right to touch me."

"I'm dammed anyways. What's one more sin huh?" He winked at me, and I felt my stomach drop a few stories.

"I won't be one of your sins." I scoffed.

"You could be my favorite one."

"I'm not yours."

"You could be."

The simplicity of that sentence is amazing. He was right, in every sense of the word. I could be. Just like that. With a nod, or twitch of the head, I could be his. Forever, because this one sin that you can get forgiven for, but it won't stop making you guilty. No matter what. But the simplicity remained. I could be.

I could be.

My lips collided with the Betrayers before I had even realized I had completed such an act. But there I was, my tongue fighting with Judas', for dominance, and understanding.

Somehow, I ended up on my back, with Judas hiking one of my legs around his waist. I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep going, but then his body pressed against mine, and there were a few seconds of clothed friction that made my body insane. I let out a small whimper, and was rewarded with more friction as Judas' low moan accompanied mine.

This was so wrong.

Wrong, but I couldn't, I wouldn't stop. My body had decided this is want it desired, and fuck if anyone was going to stop it. My hands wandered over the ridges of his chest, and skin, the scars and the bumpy area of tattoos. Judas was darkness, and my body wanted the dark more then it had ever expressed before.

There wasn't much intimacy, it became apparent to both of us that we could be caught any second, so we resolved to make this as quick as possible. While I battled with the zipper of those dark jeans, and he fought my mouth and my skirt, I was successful, and pulled down the clothes. Free, Judas gave a small moan, which pulled at my heart, and shot desire straight through my body. I wanted more. Much more.

The skirt proved useful once more, as it allowed him to simply push my underwear to the side as he slammed into me. I moaned out scream so loud, I was convinced that the 12 and their parents could hear. Judas only smirked triumphantly as he continued to slam in and out of me.

Sooner then I had expected, I could feel my body giving me the warnings, as the pressure built up, and every move he made was suddenly better then the last, I attached my body to his, and dug my nails in his back, moaning his name quietly. When I finally burst, there were lights behind my eyes, which stayed for a little while, while he road me out, and finished himself, with a shuddering moan, and his damned smirk on his face.

I had joined the betrayer, and become just as deceitful. How was I ever to face my savior again?

That, only seemed like yesterday, but I knew time had passed. Several days, which turned to months, until I had collected six secret months of Judas. My Judas, who was different than the one in the Bible, or the on that the gang wants you to see. This was the man that I had grown to care for. The man who had a soul, that on one else really thought about…

I still loved the leader. Do not misunderstand me there. I loved that man more than life and resurrection. He was my everything, and he always would be.

I felt safest with him like I did now. When we were on his bike. We were on our way to a gathering, and I sat behind my love. My arms wrapped around his wait, and my long hair flipping through the wind as we continued to drive faster and faster.

I loved him so much.

A different engine overtook the sound of my loves, and I looked over to see Judas, riding him, as close as he could without taking over the spot of leader. Judas wanted that position, wanted it more than he would ever explain to me. But I knew this anyways.

Because, I loved Judas as well.

The bikes continued to roar, and they sounded suddenly like beasts from hell, screaming at me to choose, and to choose right. I had to decide right now.

The answer should have been simple. I love my leader.

But…I'm still in love with Judas.

So the next part should be up soon! I hope you enjoyed it ChildlikeEmpress! And please, review? :] any suggestions, or your interpretations of the video? I sure could use some help!