Sitting at the table of a fairly large house sits the hero of our story. Well that's not exactly correct for she has to make her own fate, her own destiny. Sitting at this table, is a young girl by the name of Candi. Candi SaDiablo. While you may think this is a joke, I promise you that I do not joke. Here sits a young girl whose fate will change on a day that began just as any other.
*Beep Beep Beep*
The alarm clock rang out through the room as a small form falls off the bed with a muffled thud. "Ow!" Sitting up a tangled mess of blond hair pops out from the blankets. "What time it is?" Her steel blue eyes widen. "Shit! It's late!" Falling many times, she runs towards her closet, attempting to brush out her hair in the process. "What to wear, what to wear." She pulls out a jean skirt and a white shirt and nods in acceptance before pulling her hair into a ponytail, her usual hairstyle.
"Just in time!" She runs out, grabbing her designer bag. Just as she was about to jump into her beautiful red roadrunner, she heard footsteps behind her. "Who are you?!" Turning around Candi saw a very beautiful man before everything went dark, her last words, "Aw shit."
A piercing pain ran through her body as sat up, feeling a heavy weight on her wrists and ankles,"Where the hell am I?! And who attacked me!?" A very seductive and deep chuckle echoed through the seemingly cavernous room. "Why, my dear, don't you remember?" A man walked into the light of a torch, he was so beautiful that it took her breath away. His hair was jet black, rivaled only by his eyes. His features, chiseled so beautifully. Instinctively she moved closer, instinctively she pursed her lips into a small pout no man could resist. "Can you tell me why I'm here?" He simply chuckled more and walked to the bars that seemed to form out of no where. "Why yes. Your here to be my wife!" He smiled, his teeth perfectly white. 'Are those... Fangs I see?' Candi thought to herself. This was a perfect opportunity to escape, the words slowly formed in her mind as she stood, grasping the bars with her hands. "What is your name cutie?" She smiled, her dazzling smile shining as he ran his cold fingers under her chin. She couldn't help but to close her eyes as the combination of his voice and hands soothed her, "I am Daemon. Now tell me, you smell sweet, like Them but I need confirmation." He trailed off, still trailing her neck, her jaw with his fingertips as though he enjoyed the look on her face, the look of pure relaxation. "Tell me, what are your parent's names?" This snapped her out of the spell that had seemed to take over her mind. "My parent's died! They are none of your business!" A small snarl formed on her face as he took a step back.
~~~~Daemon's POV~~~~
"My parent's died! They are none of your business!" A small snarled formed on Candi's face as he took a step back, she seemed oblivious of the dark red aura that grew around her. 'It seems that I was right, but does she have no recollection. That would mean...' He thought to himself as her eyes fluttered. 'She's so beautiful' 'Yeah to bad she's a nut.' He blinked but ignored the voice that appeared out of no where and cupped her cheek as her steel eyes settled on him. "What are you do-" She didn't get to finish as his lips collided with hers, at first she struggled but slowly she relaxed and kissed him back. As Candi did so he could feel himself growing weaker, yet he couldn't pull away. Finally everything went black; the last thing he heard was her, her and her colorful language, "Not again! Shit!"