AN: sorry I haven't been updating much! Dad refuses to turn on the internet cause he's a dick! anyways! i also haven't really been in the mood to type...that's one reason why i haven't updated Demonic Bliss in a while.

i dont own any of the songs in this fic!


(GODS & MONSTERS)

In the land of Gods and Monsters,

I was an Angel,

Living in the garden of evil.

Screwed up, scared,

doing anything that I needed.

Shining like a fiery beacon.

You got that medicine I need.

Fame, Liquor, Love give it to me slowly.

Put your hands on my waist,

do it softly.

Me and God,

we don't get along so now I sing.

Maka paced inside her tiny apartment, trying not to cry. How could he ask something like that? For me to just forgive him. She thought. Her heart ached for him, to be loved by him again, she missed him, his body, his soul, everything. But her stubborn mind kept reminding her that he had left her with no explanation. He didn't deserve her heart, but her heart didn't care, she missed him. The ash blonde shook her head and went to bed wanting to clear her head.

She was almost late for work the next morning. Sleeping hadn't cleared her head like she'd hoped, in fact it made it worse. She had dreamed of her and Soul back in high school. When she woke her heart ached for him more, as did her body, but her mind was determined. Just as she sat down at her desk, Soul got off the elevator and walked over. "Good morning, Maka." He said with a smile, putting down a coffee on her desk. Maka glanced at him. "Good morning Mr. Eater."

Soul frowned slightly. "Maka, you don't have to call me that." He said softly. "Why'd you change your name?" she asked softly. Soul leaned against the desk. "I didn't want to carry the Evans legacy, I wanted to go my own way, do my own thing, so I changed my name." Maka shrugged slightly. "Alright." She said softly. He sighed softly then turned and walked into his office.

No one's gonna take my soul away.

I'm living like Jim Morrison.

Headed towards a fucked up holiday.

Motel sprees sprees and I'm singing.

'Fuck yeah give it to me this is heaven,

what I truly Want.'

It's innocence lost.

Innocence lost.

Maka was tired by 8 o'clock, her heart hurt, as did her head, she knew she was late on her apartment bills, she knew she was going to get evicted soon. She was trying to finish up a paper when a message popped up on screen. –Want to have a drink with me? I'll pay. ~Soul.- Maka sighed and finished her paper then grabbed the stuff she finished and got up, walking to his door and knocking. "Come in." She opened the door and walked inside. "I have your papers, Mr. Eater." She said, walking over to his desk and putting the papers down. "You have a meeting next Tuesday at 3:00 and you need to sign these." She said with a monotone voice, not looking at him. "Thank you Maka." Soul said. "You never answered my question."

She looked at him. "Why should I Soul?" She asked. Soul got up and walked around his desk to her. Maka tried to back up and ended up half sitting on Souls desk. He gently grabbed her arms, looking down at her. "Because I'm trying to fix this, Maka, I am trying to fix what I broke." He said softly. "I can't fix it unless you let me try, please, Maka just give me a chance…"

Maka clutched where her aching heart was and looked into his eyes. The albino man gently took the hand that held the place over her heart and brought it to his lips, making Maka blush slightly. "Please, Maka, give me a chance, I want to love you again, to hear your beautiful swan song again." Maka yanked her hand away from him. "I don't sing anymore." She said coldly. "Not for you, not for anyone, I will never sing again."

In the land of Gods and Monsters,

I was an Angel,

Looking to get fucked hard.

Like a groupie incognito

posing as a real singer.

Life imitates art.

You got that medicine I need,

Dope, shoot it up,

straight to the heart please,

I don't really wanna know what's good for me.

God's dead,

I said 'baby that's alright with me.

Soul frowned slightly then grabbed her hand again and put it where his heart was. Maka could feel his rapid beating heart. "My heart still beats for you Maka, please, I'm begging you, give me a chance." He said softly. Maka's eyes watered slightly. "How can i? You broke my heart Soul, you left me behind." Soul wiped her eyes gently with a thumb. "And it was the hardest thing I've done. It killed me inside, Maka, I had planned on asking you to marry me, but I had to leave before I could."

Maka shook her head slightly. "Let me fix your heart, let me make it up to you." Soul said softly. She sat there, her heart no longer ached for him, no it was worse now, no longer a dull ache, it was a red hot longing now. "Soul…" she whispered.

When you talk it's like a movie and you're making me Crazy -

Cause life imitates art.

If I get a little prettier

can I be your baby?

You tell me, "life isn't that hard."

No one's gonna take my soul away.

I'm living like Jim Morrison.

Headed towards a fucked up holiday.

Motel sprees sprees and I'm singing.

'Fuck yeah give it to me this is heaven,

what I truly Want.'

It's innocence lost.

Innocence lost.

Soul kissed her forehead gently. "I want you to go home, get some sleep, you look exhausted and stressed, I'll work on fixing your heart tomorrow." He said softly. Maka wiped her eyes "of course Im stressed! Im getting evicted from my apartment, my heart hurts, my head hurts, and the bastard in the floor above me is so loud." She said in a shaky voice. Soul put a hand on her cheek. "you can come stay with me if you like, I have an extra room." Maka shook her head. "no, I can't I really can't." she mumbled. The red eyed man put his thumb over her lips. "Maka, its getting cold, I don't want you out on the streets. You don't have to talk to me, its just a place to stay till you can get back your feet." Maka nodded slightly, her brain to tired to care anymore. Soul smiled. "Then let's get you moved out. Come on, I'll take you home and help you pack up."


AN: Tell me what you think! :3