Author Introduction: Man, I'm on a roll lately with my writing. ;D This is just another small one shot, very small. Nothing special, just something to ease me back into writing after so long. :D It's Pinsty again (what else? -_-), and it focuses on the obsession between both predator and prey. It may be a little, just a tad, fluffy. Just a bit. ;) Any tense switches are deliberate. It's just a little something that popped into my head today. I hope you enjoy it. Rated T to be safe. Thanks for reading. ~ Laura
Haunted
The Prince of Pain could not rid her from his thoughts. Kirsty Cotton; the nemesis of Hell, the one who had gotten away. The very human who had given his very existence meaning, and had given him the so desired challenge that he so craved after being so bored of his calling for what felt to be centuries.
Since the moment they met when she was but a young and naive appearing teenager, she had circulated inside of his mind like a violent tornado. He had met her as a gauche young girl, and she had blossomed before his very eyes into the irresistible, strong woman he had hoped she would grow into. Through the long years they had been apart, Xipe had felt her presence with him, always. He had to stop himself from anticipating, every time the box was solved, that when the Schism was unsealed, it would be her he'd be called to greet. Thrice she has called to him now. He felt as though he was entitled to more, at least one more, of those exhilarating encounters.
Xipe certainly enjoyed making Trevor suffer; the insipid husband who had utterly shattered Kirsty's already fragile heart. An uncharacteristic jealous rage had been Xipe's motivation, but the rage directed toward Gooden's treatment of her had been too. It had angered him that this parasite had taken her heart, and then broken its sacred commitment. Xipe had made him feel his wrath, but of course that wasn't enough.
The Prince of Hell longed to encounter her once again, to entice her, to persuade her to go with him, to be his and his alone. No test of time could ever destroy her domination over his twisted, lustful dark thoughts.
Kirsty Cotton could not stop thinking about him. From the fateful day she had allowed her curiosity to get the better of her, the pinned one had been haunting her very dreams, her nightmares.
Ever since the moment they struck their deal all those years ago, the bright, vibrant light she fought so hard to keep burning was slowly dwindling, and close to passing in the turbulent winds of her darkness.
Through all that had happened to her, within her family, the murders, though it has been so long she could still not break free. Years have gone by, and Kirsty could still feel him all around her; watching her, touching her, enticing her, stalking her every move. Every day, she fought with herself to not break down the protective barriers again. She had already lost her willpower three times. She is afraid, terrified, because she does not know if she will lose it again, and ultimately submit to his twisted desires.
Sometimes, she hates herself for falling in love with Trevor. He had treated her terribly, and she knows, throughout it all, she longed for something better. She longed for him, which frightened her most of all. The realization had hit her that he was someone who had always been there, in the back of her mind. She wants to see him - the demon who haunts her - again, to hear his voice, to go along with him, to let him have her soul.
Those jaded years had not driven him out of her head. Her dreams drag Kirsty back to the hospital room where she is bound and forced to look at him, astounded but frightened by the majesty of his tormented existence.
Only the next time, she thought worriedly to herself, there would be no need for restraint. She can't deny that coming day her forbidden thoughts will surely be her undoing...
The End...