Olivia looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. Luckily Noah had fallen asleep and she had finally taken a break. She looked at the clock and saw it was already three in the morning. She wished that Brian was still with her, so she was only able to talk to someone and have someone's arms around her.

She lifted her shirt up and she saw the few scars that were on her stomach, that were barely noticeable. Olivia bit her lip and let a few tears come down her face. Even though Lewis was gone she still had the scars, the burns, and she could still even taste the metallic blood that was splattered on her when he shot himself. Sometimes she knew she wasn't fit to watch over Noah. But she loved the little boy and he kept her mind from wandering to hurting memories.

She took her shirt off and threw it to the floor, along with her pants. She looked at herself and was left in her black laced bra. The bruises, the burns, and the cuts. Olivia couldn't help but let the tears fall down her cheeks. She loved it when Brian would kiss each sign of Lewis's torture and tell her she was beautiful.

"You must be sad,"

Olivia jumped around and saw there was no one there. She quickly ran to her nightstand and grabbed her gun. She looked around her dark bedroom and saw there was no one there except the small light coming from the lamp on her dresser.

"Who's there!" Olivia yelled.

She looked around and saw there was still no one there. Then in the dark there were two orbs. Olivia gasped and rubbed her eyes with her elbow, making sure she wasn't dreaming. There were two glowing red snake like eyes. Olivia scooted back, until her cold back hit the wall.

"Olivia Marie Benson, born June twentieth, nineteen sixty seven,"

"Who the fuck are you?"she shouted again.

"I'm your dark savior,"

Olivia gasped when her gun was flown out of her hand and the room went completely black. She tried to find away out but she found nothing. It was pitch black and she couldn't see a thing. She knocked into someone. They felt tall, and their skin felt hard and slick. There they were again those evil eyes, and she saw the sharp bright white teeth of someone smiling.

"Please don't hurt me,"she cried. She moved backwards and she felt like there were soft things hitting her skin. They made her itch and she thought she knew what it was.

Feathers?

"Olivia Benson... your sad, hurt, and depressed," the voice sounded dark, deep, and rough.

"What do want from me?"

"Olivia have you ever heard of...demons?"

"Yeah they're creatures that don't exist! Now get out!"she shouted. She gasped when she felt rough hands grab her face. The long rough nails hit her face and she felt blood coming down her right cheek.

"Thats where your wrong,your touching one,"

"I don't believe in God,"she spat.

"God is someone I could care less for,"he chuckled, like one of those villains in scary movies, and it made Olivia shiver under the monsters grip. "Your something I'm interested in. I want to make a deal,"

"Why me?"

It was quiet and it was almost as if she could hear him breathing.

"Your hurt and destroyed. Let's make a deal Detective Benson. It's more of a contract. I will be your servant, I will protect you, do your bidding, and do whatever you want. Your sad and a crumbling victim, I can make your life happier. As long as you give me something,"

"What do you want from me?" Olivia asked.

"I want your soul when you die. It'll be my meal, I haven't had one in years,"

"I won't make a deal with a demon,"she said. "This is all a dream, it's fake,"

It was more silence and she heard him chuckle before the monsters grip got tighter and it's nail dug deep in her skin.

"Okay!Okay!" She gasped. When it let go of her she grabbed her throat and fell to her knees."But you have to promise to always be at my side, do my biding, protect me from harm, you have to be my possession,"

Those bright white teeth showed a devilish smile and she shuddered. "So do we agree to a contract?"

"Yes,...I Olivia Benson do agree to this contract,"

Olivia yelled in pain in her right shoulder and she yelled as she felt as if a knife was scratching her skin and she was being burned. A pain she remembered when she was being tortured by Lewis. She felt the pain stop and she breathed heavily as sweat beaded down her forehead.

"Good...now we're in business,"the voice into a smooth .male voice and all the lights came on and there stood a tall man. He had slick shining net black hair, dark brown eyes, and he was well built. He was dressed in a black shirt, black pants, black boots, and a black trench coat.

Olivia looked down at her shoulder and gasped she had a weird symbol on her arm and it was in different colors of white,black, and orange. It was actually shining and she reached up and touched it.

"I have one too,"the man said. He lifted up his right hand and there was the same symbol that was on her shoulder. "It's a demons covenant. This is ours and it binds us together. So with that on your shoulder, I am your slave,"

"What's your name," Olivia said and looked at the handsome man. She expected monster, some demon with claws and red skin.

"I do not have one,"he said and it as if he read her mind when he said, "And don't be fooled this isn't my real form, this is only my...disguise as you can say "

"So...are you going to choose a name?"she asked shyly and covered up her half naked body.

"You choose one for me,"

"Oh...okay. I choose...Xavier,or X for short,"

The man smiled. "Was Xavier someone special?"

"No...it was the name of my pet hamster who died when I was twelve,"

"What is your first command?"

Olivia stood there. "I can't believe this is happening,"

"Believe it,"

"Well...I command you to watch me while I sleep and to never leave my side,"she said confidently.

"Ah...you don't have to use that mask with me. The whole fearless strong protector charade. Your strong but you still are weak within yourself and you lack confidence..for yourself,"

"Oh well aren't you a ray of sunshine," Olivia spat. She got in bed and laid down. She reached for her covers but was surprised when Xavier pulled the blankets over her himself.

"This can't be real,"she said.

"Let's see you say that when you wake up,"he said. He started into her deep chocolate colored eyes until he watched her close her eyes and drift off. "Hurt to Comfort, Pain to pleasure, sadness to happiness, cold to warm, darkness in to light,...these are what make a good servant,".