Author note: Alright you lovelies! This is an idea I got a long time ago… yes, a very long time ago… I wrote this idea down right when I started Awakening and that story took precedence in my heart. Now this one can come take a turn on the merry-go-round! For a chanve to determine the fate of this fiction read the bottom note as well and I hope you participate!

We are going to be starting with the ending of episode 16… enjoy your read.

Character study: Nettie Carter

Age: 16

Looks: Long black hair with frosted gold tips, icy blue eyes. Slender body, 5'5

Starting personality: Kind and helpful. Fun and sassy. (Basically I fashioned her after the actual generic character we receive in the game.)

Personality after her heartbreak: Very tired seeming, and has lost her cheer. Has lost the desire for love and friendship but she does not coldly ignore everyone. She does not become involved as she used to either.

Dimitri (no last name)

Current age:?

Looks: Raven hair fashionably cut around his face, crimson eyes. Will occasionally gain a purple radiance to them (mostly when he is angered beyond belief or using his abilities) 5'10

Personality: (he hasn't really changed from human to Demon except to become more refined) He speaks and acts in a cold manner. When dealing with people he has a mask of polite friendliness that hides his naturally cruel and unfeeling personality.

Story: He was not given a choice but to become a Demon. Despite his coldness he did love his family though now he can barely recall them or his human emotions. He immersed himself in souls to block out his eternal life, learning to read humans and dissecting their behavior. He also continued his studies on history and culture. He was intrigued when he felt Nettie call out. He had grown bored in the last century and decided to alleviate his boredom with her. He mostly considers her a pet but is very possessive of his things.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Well… a few things… Nettie, Dimitri, my take on the different demons. Everything else is a no.

Random fact of the day! Demons live for eternity and though they can be harmed by things they will rejuvenate regardless of the damage.

Chapter 1

The way he looked at her was chilling. It was a look he hadn't even ever cast on Nathaniel. It was as if he was condemning her to a worse fate than the President in his eyes. That more than anything made her freeze up, her heart painfully constricting.

This was not a look you gave to enemies… no, this was a look you gave the things in life that disgusted you to your very core of existence.

Nettie desperately clung to the memories of his warmth. He couldn't hate her with such a passion, he couldn't… possibly…

"Please Castiel… listen to me. I don't want you to get hurt again." Her voice was soft and pleading, every inch the pliable and vulnerable girl she was.

He couldn't help his words. With everything that was going on since the return of Deborah he barely knew which way was up. All he could really see was this seemingly nice girl who made him laugh and he didn't mind seeing was attacking the first woman he had ever loved.

Castiel was like a wounded wolf, caught in the trap of Deborah once again. And this innocent slip of a girl kept coming to near. In his injured state he lashed out with all his anger and confusion. Every negative emotion he'd been feeling build up over the past few days unleashed and struck out at her. He said the most cutting things.

"Enough! What I do now isn't any of your concern. Never come near me again. And never come near people I care for."

When the tears fell from the blue eyes he had been lost in before he felt dirty somehow. The shocked expression on her face and the sudden closing off from him she did hurt. But he did not relax his stance.

As for Nettie she was in a tangle of emotions. Her heart had torn open along with the very core of her emotions and was bleeding. She lifted a hand to her cheek and swiped at a few of the tears running in rivulets down her skin.

"I… out of… every… I didn't… want you to hate… you… you moron!" She choked the last bit out and ran away from him.

Her shoulder collided with his. He could have grabbed her. His hand twitched to do so, whether in anger or concern he didn't know. But even as he reached out he was left holding air. He turned to see her darting up the stairs. Ignoring the students who had gathered to watch the fight, to see him hurt her, he clenched his fist and drove it into the wall beside him.

He looked up to see Deborah in the crowd. His hair hid his eyes from her so she was unaware of him looking at her. And what he saw made him hate all the more. A small smile that he recognized as a victory sneer was seated on the kissable lips…

Nettie ran blindly, her vision blurred. She was bumping into the people in the crowded halls. Their voices were a cacophony of sound she needed desperately to escape. She could taste their hatred of her more strongly now and it made a dark part of her chuckle though it was only in her head.

No matter how you all hate me, it won't compare to how much he does.

When hands grabbed her and forced her to halt she looked up to see both Lysander and Rosalya before her. It was the white haired girl who gripped her arms.

"Nettie are you alright?" Rosalya asked though she knew full well the girl had managed to dig herself into a huge hole.

Nettie almost let herself fall into the comfort of Rosa. Then Castiel's words sent a jolt through her. Rosalya and Lysander were both his. She didn't think she could handle another bout of his rage.

Though it tore another hole into her heart she gathered her trembling strength and shoved Rosalya away from her. She ignored the shocked looks on both of their faces as Lysander steadied her and Nettie simply looked at them both.

"I'm done. I'm done with all of this, this town, this school. Deborah can have it and you all!"

She began to run again, ignoring their cries. She knew they perused her. It was why when she burst out of the building she ran right at the road. In the empty courtyard Lysander would be able to catch her thanks to his taller form and therefore longer legs. So she did the only thing she could think to do in her emotional torment. She darted headlong into the traffic.

"Nettie!" Rosalya screamed but she barely heard it over the horns that suddenly blared to life around her.

Somehow by the grace of mercy she made it across and immediately took off towards her home. She wouldn't be going home however. She ran and ran until her legs were screaming in protest. She ducked down into an unfamiliar alleyway and sank against the moldy bricks.

Her hair hid her face as she buried her head in her arms and cried silently. It was all over. Everyone hated her now. And worse the man she loved thought she was a lying bitch.

Maybe if she begged hard enough her Mother would let her go back to Ohio with her. It wasn't like she had any pride left so the begging wouldn't hurt any worse than his rejection. Auntie Tata would be saddened to see her go but she'd understand.

Nettie was unaware of how long she sat there but she jerked a bit when she heard her name being called.

"Nettie come on! This isn't like you at all." By the sound of it Rosalya was near the alleyway she sat in.

The girl scooted over silently and managed to squeeze behind some empty boxes and crates. It was a wasted effort however. She heard the clicking of Rosalya's heels heading past, her name being called more.

She glanced up to the sky and noted it was darker, about an hour until complete nightfall. She hadn't realized she had been there so long. No wonder Rosalya was looking for her.

Sighing, Nettie rolled her head to the wall behind her. She just really wanted to take everything back. She wanted to forget all about her love for Castiel and be strong enough that her former friends' rejections didn't sting so badly.

"Such misery. Perhaps I can be of service in your distress."

Nettie jerked at the voice, eyes going wide as she turned. It was low and even and carried the faintest traces of an English accent. The man it belonged to was dressed up in a fashion that would have made Lysander get a nose bleed. In other words another Victorian fashion obsessed male. The clothes weren't from Leigh's shop though.

Even though Nettie was still in love with Castiel she couldn't deny the almost unbearable attractiveness about him.

"Excuse me?" She asked with a sniff.

Dimitri smirked and pulled the girl to her feet. He retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped at her eyes. When luring in an animal one had to be gentle and soft after all.

"Tell me what it is you want," He said simply. "Surely you can do that, my dear girl."

Nettie backed away perceptively. Dimitri allowed the small retreat with a small smile and narrowing of his eyes. The shadows were gathering around her again. One of those damned Reapers was rewriting her destiny to make her weary of him and leading her to her slaughter again.

It would be annoying if he had to deter another damned car for her. She would never know that had he not taken an interest in her soul as a meal she would be in the morgue now and being written off by the Reaper responsible for this area, named Redolphus. The man was the bane of Dimitri's existence.

He recalled the girl's powerful soul. It was a rare find and one he didn't intend to let from his sight. It was writhing in agony right now but still so pure. It cried for a release that without an outer aid would never come to fruition. He would bring the taint to it.

Dimitri had been minding his own business when he'd felt her calling. Initially he had been simply curious. He had brought himself to his unknowing summoner and studied her in his shadowy form. The shadows of death clung around her and he knew her death was imminent. He had smirked a bit when her tears began to fall.

Then he felt it. The two souls were straining to each other, desperately reaching to try and cling. The boy was still so vibrant and straightforward that it held no interest for Dimitri. Hers however was tattering and fraying, only a few thin strands connecting it to its bond. It had made his mouth water.

To rip those few clinging strands would mean he was in effect tearing apart a pair of matching souls that had twined together for this current life. Contrary to belief there were many variations of the term soul-mate. And a human could have many soul mates in one lifetime. Souls settled through constant contact, they weren't destined to meet and connect. That was simply what happened from prolonged exposure to someone. This girl's strands of contact forged by her soul were severed, decaying before his eyes.

It was the finest meal a Demon could consume, a broken soul left to twist in the wind. And this girl was already so torn apart and now that male had delivered another crushing blow to her. This would be easy and he'd get a good meal.

"You need not be scared of me for now. I have an offer for you."

"An offer?"

"Yes. I can give you everything you want. All those dreams you keep locked up. I can give you… freedom from it all."

Nettie looked at him with a yearning and distrust. How did he know she wanted freedom from the way she was now? That she wanted to forget her love?

"You fear being alone do you not? I promise to stay at your side."

"At my side?" like a dumb parrot Nettie could only repeat his words.

If her slowness annoyed or bothered him he didn't show it. Dimitri was watching the shadows gather around her and knew he didn't have the time to woo her as he normally would have done.

"For as long as you need me to be."

"And who are you?"

Dimitri bowed to her. "I am called Dimitri."

Nettie was struck with just how old fashioned he was. It didn't stop with his clothes. It was his way of speaking and his mannerisms. No modern day boy would bow. Hell, Lysander was a hard core Victorian junkie and he didn't bow!

The thought of Lysander sent a pang through her because it conjured another one of his friend. Castiel…

"And what would I have to do for this loyalty and promises of yours?"

"Do you know what I am, my dear girl?" Dimitri asked and moved towards her.

He pulled her close to him and rubbed her back to try and dispel the tenseness of her muscles.

She flinched when his warm breath tickled her ear. "I'm a Demon. And all I require of you for these promises I make is your soul. Let me feed from you for awhile."

"You're insane," She gasped harshly and tried to jerk away from him.

He chuckled a bit. "Oh I am very much sane by my kinds' standards. You know in that heart of yours what I say is true."

Nettie whimpered because he was right. She somehow knew he wasn't lying to her.

So here it was. She was going to die in a dark alley. She was going to die with Castiel hating her and everyone against her. Nobody would even care she was dead. Her own Mother hadn't been able to stand her and had sent her away at the beginning of her new marriage. She had said Nettie looked too much like her Father and she didn't need the reminder. And really the time she spent with Tata was miniscule in the scheme of life.

"Just kill me and get it over with. I can't fight you and even if I could there wouldn't be any point."

Dimitri smirked when she leaned into him. The fight went from her totally. He could practically taste her soul as it again moaned in torment. But he didn't want a quick sloppy meal. He had to give it seasoning and that could only be accomplished by staying close.

"My dear one I don't want your soul just yet. It needs to grow."

"Then why…?"

"Let me explain the ways of my kind to you and you'll understand. We Demons form contracts with people with souls of a… particular allure. Yes, we can go around and devour other souls but they don't have as much flavor as a soul like yours does."

"Mine…" She echoed in confusion.

"Yes, yours is quiet unique. It has very old wounds along it and recent ones. It has suffered in past lives and carried it into your own body. If you contract with me then I will protect you always from the pain that seems aimed at you. And perhaps most important to you I shall never betray you. And once it is ready and I have fulfilled my promises to you I shall claim your soul as my payment."

"How would I know you aren't lying," she asked.

Dimitri smirked at her. "Lying is a nasty little human trait, one most Demons on my level find distasteful. I wouldn't lie to anyone."

"Just omit the truth on occasions," she guessed, partially teasing and partially wanting to see his reactions.

The smirk turned into a small smile that showed off his teeth. "If it serves a purpose. A demon has many secrets but we do not lie."

"Dimitri… I want so much. I want freedom from the way my life is but I also want… I want…"

"I can read your soul," he interrupted. "I know all you want and I can give it all to you. Just say the words. But know if you do agree to this there is no backing down, no breaking our contract. And you will never know another afterlife or another body but this one you occupy and my own." He was a demon of many appetites after all.

Nettie was aware suddenly that he had somehow managed to slip his hands under her shirt and was massaging the skin of her back, fingers ghosting over her bra and then retreating. She had to be mad to find that it felt good.

She had to be mad to consider this! If she did this she wouldn't be herself anymore. She would belong to Dimitri when all she wanted was to belong to… NO! She wouldn't think about him. She should focus on the fact he would kill her in the end. She didn't know how she would live with that knowledge. But… it was a very tempting offer. And it came wrapped in the form of a man on rival with Castiel's good looks. Maybe even more handsome.

"… after you devour my soul completely… will you still remember me?" She said a bit wistfully. "For the rest of your life?"

Dimitri studied her and thought about the workings behind such a question. Humans were so odd to him. They wanted such odd things.

"Of course," he responded softly.

"then… I agree to a contract with you on the conditions you fulfill all my wants and give me at least two years until you finish me off."

Dimitri raised a brow and spoke carefully so there were no mistakes. "If I am to wait two years my dear girl then you must agree to allow me to sample your soul for small snacks."

"Cant you just go eat other souls while you wait for mine?"

"I could but they will not fill me as well when I am aware of your soul belonging to me."

"Then… you may feed from me until my death."

"Then my dear little girl we have a deal," Dimitri smiled cruelly in triumph and pushed her shirt up despite her sudden protest. "Shh. I am merely placing my contract barrier on you. It will tell others that you are mine."

He pulled off his glove with his teeth before placing his hand to her skin, right where her heart was. The palm of his hand squeezed and there was a burning sensation. Nettie gasped at the white hot pain. In her head she could hear people sobbing and she could swear she heard her Fathers voice begging her to stop.

As for Dimitri he watched as the shadows were shoved away from her and his own dark energy pulsed around her form. He had claimed her and as such the Reapers couldn't keep her on their annoying lists. He would be getting a call soon from one of them. They were all little whiny fools to him.

He pulled his hand away from the soft skin and admired the seal he placed on her. Nettie looked at him in a daze, her soul and thoughts whirring in confusion. It was too tempting… and he sensed a Reaper closing in already…

"And now dear girl I will be taking my first meal from you."

She didn't have time to inquire if it would hurt or how he'd do it. Dimitri jerked her back against him and tilted his head until his lips opened her own and pressed against them.

It didn't hurt. It felt almost being wrapped in a warm bubble. Nettie was aware of his lips on hers, of his tongue moving with a kind of rhythm against her own designed to make her soften.

A golden haze came over her eyes and she found herself becoming sleepy and drained but it felt so good she didn't want it to end. There were more sobs echoing inside her brain but she ignored them too as she finally shut herself down.

Dimitri released the girl and licked his lips as the final bit of fluffy and milky white substance went down his throat. He held her unconscious body loosely in one hand, and smirked as she fell back. She would have quiet the crick in the morning but he couldn't be bothered with that now.

Their company had arrived…

End chapter

Author note: I'm disturbingly proud of myself for this. A character as dark as Dimitri, I kinda want to shudder. Originally he was supposed to be the vampire Dimitri from the Halloween episode and he is fashioned after him. But I'm revamping his personality and his back-story to suit me and Nettie. Now then as I mentioned in Awakening I planned on using a new system so reviewers can determine some of the story themselves.

Depending on its success I'll keep doing it for every chapter. All you have to do is put in your review for choice A or B, sometimes C (heehee) and also pick a boy you want her to grow closer to in the next chapter. This will determine the pairings and also the end of this new little OC of mine. Just say the guy you want and the choice you vote for and I'll tally them up and make the chapter based on that.

The choices-

Choice A- A confrontation with Castiel

Choice B- A confrontation with Deborah

Choice C- Nettie listens to Lysander and Rosa and there is no confrontation

The current available guys-

Lysander

Castiel