Demons Fall First

by Safire Lupe

An old rival reappears in Sebastian's life, but a lot has changed w/in her since he last saw her. Harboring a secret & a sorrow, Sebastian uncovers her true intentions for constantly trailing him, the connections they share, & the past that changed her into a whole new being. This is the story of a Demon Butler and a Fallen Demon. SEBASTIANxOC. Warning: Mild sexual themes COMPLETED

11. XI: The Fallen, Dreaming

ATTENTION!

All of the sudden the story is back to rated T. Why? I'll tell you why: Because I find it hard to say whether last chapter was 'M-worthy'. The scene was so, SO VERY minor that not even a dog would get aroused if it was able to read it. I've reviewed the meaning of T and M over and over again and couldn't quite comprehend the difference between minor suggestive adult themes and non-explicit suggestive adult themes. So I decided to go for the former. But do tell me if it should be an M. I'm currently in a state of confusion about the situation. But whatever it may turn out to be, I think I'll be sticking with the T-rated flow, though it'll be fun inserting M-rated hints once in a while, but nothing more will happen after that. In all honesty, it's actually quite hard to write a full blown M in an nineteenth century setting while keeping the characters themselves. If I do come down the feeling of writing a lemon scene, I might just separate that chapter into another story, of which I will inform you if that happens.

Speaking of another story, I made another related fanfiction to this one. It's a oneshot, or more like a side story, entitled "Wingless". It's something I made with regards to a demon's true form and how different they may be with fallen demons. Viessa is in the story, and it took place in the wee amount of time between chapter 10 and 11. The fanfic has been published for awhile now and still has no reviews (I suppose I made a crappy summary). So to you Demons Fall First fans, I hope you find the time to give that short story a go and tell me what you think. I actually poured my heart into that story and am actually quite disappointed that no one bothered to read, or review it… so I hope you would do. Pretty please.

This chapter is shorter than before, but I had a lot of fun writing one particularly part of the chapter, of which I got to introduce to you the true persona of my OC Gabriel Winterson. Also, finally some hints of Viessa's past are revealed, with more fluff of which most of you readers have been itching to read.

Before you begin your reading of this chapter, I'd like to inform you that my drawings/artworks regarding this fanfic will finally be posted in my DeviantArt account in a few minutes after I post this chapter. The link to my account is found in my profile. You'll finally get to see what my OCs really look like and I hope you like them. You'd be surprise at my 'skills', since my anime drawing style is almost similar to that of Yana Toboso-san's…well, that's what my friends say.

Big thanks to the three who reviewed last chapter, Almathia, Serah, and the ever loyal KuraiNezumichan! I hope you'll all enjoy this chapter! Now…Onwards!

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XI

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She opens her eyes. She is in a dimly lit room. There are no windows, just a rusty steel door on one corner. One blazing torch hung at another side. The walls are made of bricks, gray and molding. The smell of blood is heavy in the air. There are many objects in the room, they are made of iron and pointy or sharp and stained with dry and fresh blood. Torture devices. This is a torture chamber.

Three large men are in the room. She can hear them snickering. Their faces, she cannot see clearly.

There is movement. She turns to her left. Something…someone is hanging there. Rusty chains are tied to his wrists. He is trying to wriggle free. He is naked. Cuts and bruises ran down his whole body. He smells of despair and anger. Delicious. She looks at him. Black hair. Dark brown eyes – maybe mahogany. Lower lip is cut and bleeding. He opens his mouth. The words echo.

"I order you…Kill them all!"

Blood. She sees more blood. Splattered on the floor and on the walls. She smells the blood. And then she smells…tea? She is serving tea. The room is no longer dark, but is very bright. Very sunny. She is in the parlor. There are white lilies around. Someone is seated on the room's center. Black hair – Well kept. Eyes mahogany. He wears a red uniform. He raises the teacup to his lips. He is smiling. He glances her way.

"Join me for tea dear."

She bows. She sits on the opposite chair. She reaches for the teacup. She holds the teacup. The teacup turns into a dagger. She is piercing the dagger through someone's chest. She turns. She slashes the blade through someone's neck. There is blood again. Several lifeless bodies are on the floor. She hears footsteps and turns. The man with black hair and mahogany eyes appear. He is wearing a black cape over a blue uniform. He smiles at her.

"Well done. Let's go."

She kneels before him. The man shakes his head with a sigh. He bends down. He offers a hand. She looks at him curiously.

"Haven't I told you not to kneel before me all the time? It is not appropriate for a lady, even if she is a mere servant."

She looks at the hand. She takes the hand. The hand gently grips hers. She is pulled from the floor and suddenly out into a cemetery. The sun is brightly shining. She smells lilies again. The dark haired man is leading her to a grave. There is a flower bed growing next to the head stone. The flowers are light purple in color with a yellow streak in the middle of each petal. The dark haired man bends down and plucks one flower. He hands it to her. She takes in the scent.

"It's amazing how something so beautiful grows where death resides."

She looks down at the flower. But the flower is now a blade. She is raising the blade above her head. A bleeding man is on the floor. Her boot is pressed on his stomach. The man is terrified. The man is screaming. The man is begging for forgiveness. She is smiling mischievously. The dark haired man is sitting in a corner. He is bleeding from a cut at the shoulder. He is also smirking.

"Finish it, Viessa."

She hears her own voice. "Yes, master."

The blade comes down the man's face. There is blood again. There is blood on her hands. She is smiling.

She approaches the dark haired man. He is smiling up at her. His smile is gentle.

"My revenge is complete. As of my soul, you may take it, and with it is my greatest thanks and deepest devotion for you."

She hesitates. She is taken aback. She cannot describe what she feels. She leans down. She is about to feed. Her lips touch his. She closes her eyes. She leans out. She then opens her eyes. There is light. It smells of lilies again. She is holding a bouquet of lilies in her hands. She is wearing all white. The dark haired man stands before her in his purple uniform. He is smiling happily at her. He takes her left hand. There is a gold ring on her ring finger. They intertwine their fingers. He lifts her off her feet. He drops her on a bed. The room is dark, but the moon is bright. The dark haired man is hovering above her. He wears no clothes. She is also bare. He bends down. He presses his lips on hers. She closes her eyes as she feels him.

She opens them again. Tears are suddenly falling from the corners of her eyes. She is seated on a chair. In front of her is a bed. Someone is lying on the bed. The dark haired man's skin is pale. His lips are purple. His mahogany eyes are dull. He is staring at her with a small smile. She clutches his hands tightly. He is very cold. He slowly opens his mouth.

"This is my…final order…take...my soul…please…"

Her eyes widens. Her mouth agapes. Her body shudders. Her black heart beats frantically. More tears fall. She is hesitant. She cannot control it. She shakes her head. She cries at him. She says 'no' repeatedly. She screams 'I can't' repeatedly.

He smiles one last time. His body becomes limp. He breaths his last words.

"I…love…you…"

She falls to her knees. She calls him. She wants him to wake up. Her tears cascade down her cheeks. She shut her eyes tightly. Then she opens them again. No more tears are falling. She is standing in front of an open grave. A mahogany colored coffin is lowered in the hole. She is in a black dress. She hates black dresses. Behind her, a few humans are weeping. Behind her, the humans are throwing roses into the hole. She steps forward. She throws a white to light purple lily with yellow streaked petals in the hole. The hole is filled. She steps back. She walks away. Far away.

She wants to look back one last time. So she turns. But she is no longer in the cemetery. She is somewhere dark. There are black lilies everywhere. The petals are flying with the wind. She turns to her left. There is a man with reddish hair and topaz eyes. She turns to her right. There is a woman with auburn hair and emerald irises. She turns again. A pale man with long silver hair smiled mischievously at her. His eyes where completely black, only a white cat-like pupil was apparent.

"Love is such a powerful thing, no?" His voice is like a snake, "So powerful does it make powerful demons, such as yourself, stupid and disobedient! Are you aware you've disobeyed your orders?"

She looks down at her feet. Her black heart is racing. She is terrified. She nods her head slowly.

"That was pathetic for someone of your stature. You sicken me."

He circles her. She is frozen in place.

"What a shame. And you were such prize. Well now, what are we to do with you?"

She closes her eyes. She is prepared to die. He is chuckling despicably. He stops again in front of her.

"You should die."

She is waiting.

"But I don't want to lose such a fine specimen."

She flashes her eyes open.

The orange-eyed man and the green-eyed lady are now in front of her. Behind them, the silver-haired man turned and began walking away. The shadows are coiling around him. His snake-like voice echoes one last time.

"It seems the other two have reached a decision."

The man and the woman's eyes turn red with thin pupils. The man takes her left hand. He traces a line on a purple pentacle. Her seal. He raises his own hand above his head.

"Consider yourself fallen."

A black blade appears on his raised fist. It falls. The cold, sharp tip touches the skin. There is blood. There is pain. Lots of pain. She cries. She screams. She screams louder. And louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Loude –

She opens her eyes.

Half-lidded red orbs are staring intensively at her.

"Are you alright?" He whispers.

Viessa blinked. Her eyebrows creased in confusion.

Sebastian shifts a bit on his side and adjusted his head on his folded arm that serves as his pillow as they lay on the floor, still naked. It was still raining outside, but the clouds have given way so that the moonlight could seep through, bathing the dark room in an eerie bluish glow.

She was still silent, and strangely confused. Sebastian raised a dark eyebrow.

"You fell asleep." He confessed, and Viessa widens her eyes. She hadn't realized that she fell asleep.

Although not required, sleep is a luxury for all demons. She could hardly remember the last time she fell into a deep slumber, but she was sure that whenever she did, she never dreams. Tonight was a first for her. But then, everything was so vivid and true. How could something that steered so much within her be coined a dream?

She bit her lower lip and leaned closer to the male demon, resting her forehead on his shoulder as they lay side by side. "I had a dream." She said softly, pensively.

Sebastian looked down at her, a hint of surprise in his tone, "A dream?"

"No," Viessa dipped her face deeper on his neck area, taking in his spicy scent, "A nightmare." She ran her hands from his side to his back and pressed herself closer as she continued in a muffled voice.

"A nightmare from the past."

Sebastian's eyes soften as they close and he buried his nose in her pale-gold hair. He snakes his free arm around her waist and pulled her to him as he tangles his legs with hers. "I'm here." He whispers, his voice gentle and assuring, almost unlike him. He swore something warm and wet fell on his shoulder.

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Setting the newly rinsed tea cup atop a wet saucer, Hannah Annafeloz retrieved a wash cloth from the wooden kitchen table and began drying the washed dishes. She ran the cloth around the rim of the tea cup, carefully holding on to the curved porcelain handle so as not to break it. Satisfied with her work, she gently lays the cup, turned, on a towel she had spread on the table earlier for further drying. She reaches for the next item to dry off, a dinner place.

She rubbed the cloth on the flat surface in a circular fashion until she heard it squeaking, signaling that it was dry enough. She puts down the wash cloth and caught site of her reflection on the white surface, as well as that of a maroon-haired man with topaz colored eyes staring back at her.

Realizing this, her eyes widened is shock and she suddenly spun, the flatware slipping from her hand. She finds no orange-eyed man behind her but was surprised to not hear a crashing sound. Turning again to check on the plate, the man from her reflection is kneeling on the floor, a black-gloved hand gracefully holding on to the expensive dinner plate, with his tantalizing orange orbs looking up at her.

The silver haired demoness took a step back as the man with a fur-lined hood hanging on his shoulders stood up straighter. He stared neutrally at her.

"We wouldn't want any accidents now, would we?" He said, his deep voice in a monotone, as he sets the dinner plate on top of the white towel on the table next to the tea cup, "We don't want your dear master to torment you again for being a clumsy housemaid."

Hannah narrowed her eyes as her sky blue irises shifted to red. She spoke with a hint of malice, "Winterson."

Gabriel bows lightly with a hand pressed to his chest, a small smirk gracing his lips. "It pleases me to know you are well, Miss Annafeloz."

She grimaces, stepping back one more time before straightening her composure. She glared at the fallen demon in front of her as he tucks his hands behind his back with his soft eyes closed, a sign that he came with no intention of harming her or anyone else.

She tightens her lips in thought before she turns to him, "Why are you here? Don't tell me you are Claude's sentry?"

Gabriel flashes his eyes open, smirking at her. "I am no one's sentry, as of yet. That position is given to a colleague of mine. I am here upon my own free choice."

Still glaring threateningly at him, Hannah cocks her head up, in an attempt to look tough. "Leave this manor Winterson, or I'll see to it you'll leave in pieces." She tightens her fists, and in a blink Gabriel was gone.

She let out a sigh of relief she didn't know she was holding, but then froze when a hand touched her shoulder.

"What a strong threat Miss Annafeloz. However, I highly doubt you can even lay a finger on me," He whispered into her ear, "You know perfectly well that, despite having fallen, I am still very much stronger than you or any other demon in this household." His eyes flashed crimson for a while before turning back to orange.

With speed of any demon, Hannah reached for a kitchen knife and swung it behind her, targeting the hand, but all in vain as Gabriel vanished and reappeared in front of her again, with hands casually behind his back.

He shucks his head, clicking his tongue, "Can't even lay a finger." He repeated with an amused smirk on his lips.

Giving up, the tan-skinned demoness drops the knife to the table with a 'thud' before turning her attention to him, "What do you want?" she said, her eyes still watching him with a death glare.

"Your reasons."

"About what?"

"Your presence here."

She widens her eyes a bit in surprise. Gabriel continued to stare at her with his poker face. She shifts a little as her fist tightened.

"I don't need to tell you," she spat, "I am not in a contract and you are not my sentry. You have no business with whatever my plans are."

"So you are saying that you have plans?" he pointed out, which made her grit her teeth.

Gabriel's eyes suddenly narrowed at her, his aura becoming dark and serious. "This is not a matter of who's in a contract with whom, or who's watching which demon. The job of a Fallen one is to maintain order between demons as well as the humans they are contracted to. Once there is a disturbance than it is only best that we are to hinder that, whether the jurisdiction is under mine or someone else. So if you do have any plans to interrupt the contract of the Spider's, or the Crow's, I suggest you back off now while you still can. Faustus has already caused enough trouble as it is."

He spoke it with such an ominous tone, a threat equaling ten times more powerful than what Hannah had concocted earlier. She scowls at him.

"Honestly," he continues, his tone no longer as ominous as before, "I lost what little respect I had for you."

Hannah blinked, flabbergasted and irritated at the same time.

Gabriel crosses his arms over his chest, "You already lost me there with you pathetic little drama five years ago," his words stung her, making her eyes fall on to her feet, "Now I find you under the toes of some weak fool of a demon, who can't even detect foreign aura in his own master's house, being pushed around by some bratty little earl. You, the Sheath that holds the demon sword Leviathan, the one who commands the brothers of the Trinity, has sunk down lower than even I, a fallen demon, could ever reach."

Hannah gritted her teeth. Her long silver fringes shadowed her distraught eyes from view as her line of sight went down only at the floor.

Wanting to aggravate the female demon more, Gabriel smirks devilishly, "With the rate of your humiliation, you might as well have turned out better as a fallen one. It would have been best if you gave in to that human boy's affection and denied the consumption of that purely intentioned soul. You could have continued on your eternal life granted with free will for a small, albeit boring, price, and then you wouldn't be in this situation: You wouldn't be stepped on eight legs by a lowly arachnid and crippled down by a spoiled human child. Not to mention that the master you so love would have been in a much better place than the pits of your stomach. Your beloved master…what was that boy's name again? Luka Mac –"

With her narrow eyes gleaming a very bright fuchsia, Hannah grabs the porcelain dinner plate from the table and hurls it towards Gabriel's direction. He instantly evades the object, vanishing from the room at the same time with one last mischievous smirk. The flatware hits the wall, crashing into many pieces.

Hannah pants in boiling anger, watching as broken pieces of porcelain fall to the floor. Hurried footsteps echo about in the mansion. The triplets appeared through the kitchen's doorway, their identical faces expressionless as they hurriedly reach Hannah's side.

"What is going on here?" Claude calls, walking casually through the open doorway. Upon his voice, Hannah retracts her fists and straightens, clutching her hands. She looked down at her feet as the golden eyed demon appeared beside her to investigate the damage.

Bending down, Claude picks up a broken shard and stares at it through his degreeless rectangular spectacles before turning to her with a stoic but serious expression. "Hannah, what is the meaning of this? Explain yourself."

She lightly gripped on her skirt, still staring intently at the floor.

"Huh? What the hell is the entire ruckus about?"

She flinches at the high pitched male voice. Her hands started to quiver.

"Master, you shouldn't be out of bed."

Earl Alois Trancy walked casually towards the scene ignoring his butler's protests, yawning, in his off-white nightshirt and fluffy slippers. He alternately glances at the broken shards on the floor and at a pensive Hannah with a pout on his lips.

"Eh? What's this?" the blonde asked, his deep blue eyes glaring at the female demon.

Claude narrows his gaze at her, and she could feel his stare burning through her head. She glances back at the broken platter for a moment before averting her eyes back at her feet.

"I saw a mouse." She lied.

Alois tilted his head to the side, the pout still on his lips and the glare still on his eyes. "A mouse, huh?" He said as he stepped forward to her. He instantly grabs the base of her long silver braid and tugs down painfully, backslapping her five times before pushing her to the ground, making her face land on top of the broken shards.

Hannah wretches in pain as the sharp edges pierce her cheeks. The boy pounded his foot on her back and head repeatedly.

"You sick little whore scared of a fucking little mouse and braking all my china! You better clean this mess up and replace that bitch!" He spat at her maniacally, finally giving her one last hard kick to the side before turning to make his way out the door.

"Claude," he called, and the demon butler turned to him.

"Yes?"

"Get rid of all the pests in this house. We don't want her breaking anything more than this. I'm going back to bed."

Claude presses a firm hand to his chest and bowed lightly, "Yes, You're Highness."

Alois turned one last time to glare back at her direction as the triplets helped her get back on her feet, before leaving the kitchen.

Hannah looked up, her cheeks cut and bleeding, to glance at the spider demon, who gives her a quick mischievous smirk before walking off, following his master. She gritted her teeth at him.

As soon as she could stand, the triplets began busying themselves with sweeping the broken pieces and cleaning up the mess. Hannah raised a hand to her bleeding cheek and looked out the kitchen window just to frown at the site. Outside, Gabriel watched her intensely, his fur-lined hood raised over his head as the rain continued to fall. He lightly bows, polite like always, with a smile gracing his lips before once again vanishing in a blink of the eye.

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The rain had cleared when Sebastian fell asleep.

With all the events that unfolded in a single day, he deserved that few hours of rest that most demons do once in a century. Viessa had opted to pick up one unused pillow from the bed where Ciel laid to replace his arm. The down feather cushion was big enough to accommodate the both of them and Viessa laid her head in one end of the pillow, lying at her side as she gaze at the relaxed face of the sleeping demon.

After throwing a blanket over them (of which she also took from the same bed), she ran a hand from his left shoulder down to his newly regenerated hand, glancing once at the faded black mark on the back of his hand. The seal was beginning to take shape as he slept, meaning his body was slowly healing itself. She takes a long look at his face again, particularly at his closed eyelids. There was no eyeball movement under the thin, pale skin. His sleep was so peaceful that he wasn't even dreaming.

Viessa recalled the 'dream' earlier that night and frowned. Dreams are fragments of the subconscious, as she has read in the many literatures she had acquired in her lifetime. They shouldn't portray the happenings of her life so accurately, so vividly. But then, that moment in her eternity was the most traumatic of all and, as she have observed, humans who have gone through traumatic experiences always fight the memories during their sleep. She once had a mistress who almost never slept after having gone through such torturous pain and suffering in her childhood. She would say that the terrors would come to her in her sleep and she feared she would never awaken. She almost lost her mind in the midst of her insomnia, and only when Viessa finally took her soul was when she could finally sleep peacefully again.

Was she truly becoming like a human? She thought to herself. She was a demon: the epitome of darkness, a quintessence for fear and horror. Yet now she is the one in fear, both in the tragedy and the darkness. She mentally laughs at herself. Since when did she become so pathetic?

"I will make you feel like a demon again," Sebastian had told her, yet she highly doubt that he could change anything in the current level of her state. The only time he ever done anything to make her feel like a demon was when he attacked her in the midst of his confusion and hunger. The adrenaline of it all woke the long dormant beast that she is inside her. But she was a strange demon, as her tolerance for despicability was very high, and by the time one opponent ceases in the middle of a fight then all thoughts of disemboweling that opponent as soon as he faces his back to her vanishes from mind.

Viessa was dangerously powerful as a demon, but she will not deny that she is very meager deep down, and falling in love was the result of this meagerness. Emotions are truly nonexistent in a demon's essence, but the humans they feed on become a part of them, and the more a demon feeds, the more likely they feel those human emotions, both positives and negatives. Some demons avoid this by picking prey with souls filled with despair and desperation, filled with envy, lust, greed, anger, and vengeance. However, Viessa always seemed to be against demon norm, as most of her past masters and mistresses lived happy days in between their hunt to attain their goals. In the end, Viessa had come to be accustomed to such a life under those contracts, as well as finding human happiness as delectable as the dark ones.

'A deviant of the deviants' was what Sebastian had called her when she had mentioned this once on their fourth meeting back at 1600, Spain, while conversing at a party both their mistresses where invited into. She inwardly laughs at the term, for it perfectly described her.

A raping of glass woke her from her reverie. Viessa sat up slowly, clutching the white bed sheet over her chest as she followed the sound. Now eyeing the window, she saw something small and black moving quickly at the pane. She slipped off from under the covers, careful as to not disturb Sebastian, and walked through the room to the large glass window.

She peeped down and saw small bird, as small as her hand, with black feathers with a little brown on the underbelly. It had a folded piece of paper tied on its left brown leg. The bird twitted a short but sweet melody at the sight of Viessa. The pale-blond smiled cheerfully at the rare black nightingale before pushing the window pane to open it enough so the bird could pass through. She draws a soft hand next to the bird, and it hopped on, its small talons curling on her index finger, and Viessa lifted it to face level.

"Hello Diva," she whispered, and the nightingale began to sing again. Viessa raised her other index finger to her lips and shush the bird, which obeyed immediately. "Now, what does Lucy have for me?" she said softly to the bird as she grips on one end of the thin green string that attached the communiqué to the bird's leg and pulled lightly. The piece of folded paper falls to her palm, and after clutching it, Diva leaped off her hand and down back to the window, looking up at her curiously as Viessa unfolded the paper to read the small but cursive writing.

VH,

The Spider has the boy's ring, will probably use as a vessel.

It must be retrieved by the Crow as soon as possible.

I will continue to watch the Spider and inform you where he will hide it.

LL

Viessa's smile immediately fades and she crumpled the piece of paper with one hand. She turns her head to look behind her through her shoulder at the boy lying on the bed. Glancing at the boy's hands, she frowns when no blue diamond ring could be seen in his thumb. In fact, he didn't have it with him since they arrived on the island hours ago. How could the boy have lost that ring so easily?

She would have to relay this information to Sebastian, but not after he wakes up. He still has two more days to heal properly. In the meantime, she would have to wait for further information regarding the ring's where about and what else Sebastian has to prepare for when he finally faces Claude Faustus.

Walking over to her old, torn dress, which Sebastian had hung on a chair in front of the vanity along with his tattered tail coat, Viessa retrieves a violet string from a pocket. She returns to the window pane and tied a small lose knot on the birds leg – an indication to Lucilla that she received her message. As soon as it was tied, the nightingale sang the short melody Lucilla had taught it and flew out.

Viessa watched the bird fly off through the many pine trees surrounding the manor and then shutting the window before the cool breeze raises the room temperature. She heard Sebastian steer and she turned around quickly.

Sebastian was now lying on his back. Viessa approaches him and sat on her spot on the floor, pulling on the covers over her chest. She looked down at his sleeping face, softly running a hand on his tussled black bangs.

She pondered to herself why she was acting so gentle with him. Was it because he was so gentle with her tonight? Was it because he did not hesitate to hold her so tenderly every time she would move? She found it strange that a demon as ruthless as him would show such compassion to a pathetic fallen one like her. Even demons and their mates never seem to act this way, and they are hardly even called lovers; He is just here to relinquish her past dilemma from her and help her get over it, as well as grant her body the desire and yearning she longed to feel again, even if it's all for the wrong reasons. She is just here to satiate his growing hunger and calm his hot-headedness, all the while doing her job. There is no love, just benefits. And yet, he treats her like she was so dear to him, and to think that he wanted to make her forget about her husband when all he was doing was making her remind him about him more. She didn't understand. Is he doing this all to spite her? To make her feel stupid? She couldn't find anything about what he's done to her that makes it point that way.

All she knows, and all she ever want to know, is that this demon is here for her. Whether she cried pathetically in front of him or attacks him with rage, he is the only one who understands.

Lowering her head, she presses her ear to his chest, not surprised to hear no heart beat. Demon hearts do not beat but there is a heart inside, only black and small. Once fallen, however, the heart starts to beat again. This she proved as she took his hand to press on her own chest. The slow steady rhythm thumping under Sebastian's fingertips woke him from his slumber, and he slowly opened his ruby eyes and wondered what he felt. He catches Viessa's eyes on him, and she smiled her usual smile, the one he had grown so accustomed to. The hand lying on her chest ran upwards slowly, his fingers tickling her skin, to rest on her warm cheek as Sebastian shifted his position to lie on his side again.

They gaze at each other for a while, purple meeting crimson. He leaned in to brush his lips on hers before fully claiming them into a deep and passionate kiss. Viessa slowly shuts her eyes, feeling their tongues in another round for a battle of dominance.

Sebastian coiled his arms around her small waist as the kiss deepened. He then shifted to lie on his back again, taking Viessa along with him. She lay on top of him, and Sebastian ran a hand through her pale-golden locks all the while pushing her head as the kiss became more heated. She was the first to pull back, catching her breath, and so Sebastian busied himself with running his lips and tongue down her neck.

Viessa gasps as he once again bit her on the pulse site. This was the only harsh move Sebastian does on her. He was constantly biting and tasting her blood, which surprised her, as demon blood is known to be very disgusting to the taste.

He hummed in delight as her blood ran through his taste buds, the vibrations he caused on her skin causing her to release a soft moan. When the bite healed, he licked the spot clean of blood. Viessa leaned out so Sebastian could stare up at her. She watched him smirk playfully at her while he licked his lower lip.

"I'm going to have to punish you for waking me up," he said, his voice a little hoarse. He was enjoying the view of her face flushed, her smiling lips swollen from his kisses, while her curls cascade down like pale-gold waterfalls bathe in moonlight.

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That concludes this chapter! I know, it's a little open ended. This chapter is actually quite longer, but I had it cut after the last scene, since I thought the continuation to be appropriate for the next chapter, which will be posted as soon as I'm done with it.

As promised last chapter, more DFF trivia to shed some light on your brain meats: The name 'Viessa' is actually a very rare name, even during the 19th century. I found the name while searching for a proper Victorian girl's name that's not too common to use for this fanfiction. 'Viessa' appeared as one of the original names of 'Vi', and is closely related to 'Violet'. To give the name an actual meaning, I decided to split that name into two, with the '-essa' actually means 'star' (thus, Violet Star, which when you think about it, is her pentacle or demonic tetragramaton). Her last name, 'Heatherworth' came out of nowhere but found quite fitting and very British-sounding-like. It was originally spelled as 'Hetherworth' (as seen in chapter 1), but it sounds rather off when you read it that way ('Heather-', as in 'Weather', sounds better than 'Hether-', as in 'Wither').

Don't forget to review this chapter! Once again, check out this fanfiction's side story "Wingless", and my DFF artworks in my DA account. By the way, I will draw any requested scene/s from this story; just tell me in your reviews!

Until my brain lets me update this awesome story, pleasant something everybody!

- SafireLupe, 10-26-2012