Author's Note: This story will be a series of drabbles and short chapters based off characters from ABC's One Life to Live. I don't own OLTL, ABC, or the characters. This was written for entertainment only!

*~Devil~*

She was locked in a union with the devil. He had made her his bride. She had been his gift and in exchange, the humans who were her family and friends had received food, supplies, and precious medicine. Marty should have been frightened, but she was not. Instead she found him fascinating. She wanted to be his bride.

Ever since her parents had died, she had lived with her cruel, abusive aunt. She had been waiting impatiently for her vampire lover to come and take her away from her unhappy existence. She would provide him with sustenance and sex, and he would provide her with safety from the abuse and unhappiness she had known in her life. How could she have known it would be so complicated? How could she have known that HE would want her, too?

On the eve of hers and Todd's bonding ceremony, Victor, Todd's twin had returned to their underground lair. Victor wanted Marty, too. He vowed he would make her his and protect her from Todd. As Todd sunk his fangs into Marty's wrist and drank from her during the ceremony, Victor watched from the shadows.

"What are you doing, Victor?" Irene asked of her son.

Victor could barely take his eyes off Marty's beautiful form. "She will be mine," he vowed. "She will not belong to that devil- Todd. She's MINE."

"I don't think Todd will give her up so easily, Son," Irene stated as he watched Todd lifting Marty up in his arms. He carried her off toward his bedchamber, eager to make her his own. Watching the anger settle over Victor's features, Irene knew that Todd would have a fight on his hands. From the moment they had came out of the womb, Victor and Todd had been competitive, always wanting what the other had. In fact, all of Todd's previous lovers had been Victor's as well. They fought over everything, even territory. Irene had tried not to pick favorites, but Victor had always been her golden child. In her eyes, he could do no wrong.

"Are you going to help me get Marty from Todd, Mother? She should be mine," Victor stated.

"Yes, I will help you," Irene responded with a sigh. "What do you wish for me to do?"

Victor withdrew a vial from his pocket. "We are going to give this to Todd."