I wake up to the feeling of heat against me. My eyes slowly blink open as my vision clears up. Glancing around, I see a familiar fireplace, the wood barely lit. I turn my gaze and shoot my eyes open as I come to realize that the heat I feel is Alastor laying naked next to me. Half his body is on mine as his left arm is wrapped around me, his face buried in my neck.

'Did we?' I think in shock.

We did. My mind races. I glance at the clock across the living room and see that it's 3:23am.

'We've been out for a few hours…' I think. 'If I leave now, he won't wake up.'

I carefully slide myself from under Alastor, getting off the sofa. His naked body settles as his face is buried into the red cushions and doesn't move.

'He's not waking up anytime soon…' I think to myself.

Still a bit drunk, I stumble to get the robe I was wearing from the floor and put it on. My mind is fuzzy as I try to make sense of what happened between me and Alastor. Knowing I have no other clothes to wear, I figure I have to drive home in just the red robe. I quietly sneak out the front door and head to my car, driving off from Alastor's estate. I make it to my estate after the fifteen minute drive, parking my car at the end of the cul de sac. I stumble a bit up the stone steps and sneak in, quietly closing one of the front doors. I'm fumbling up the staircase that leads down the hall to my bedroom. Carefully, I open and close the door behind me, locking it. I make my way to my bed and sit in the middle of the round mattress, still wearing Alastor's red robe. My gaze lowers in thought as I sit in complete silence.

"What have I done?" I mutter to myself.


Alastor wakes up with a headache. He furrows his brows with a groan as he turns his head. He doesn't feel warmth against him. After pushing himself up, he turns and sees the fire is out. There's no sign of me laying next to him. He slowly sits up on the sofa, holding his head in his right hand. He begins to recall the night with me, images of his body entwined with mine. Echoes of my moans mixed with his own play through his head. He glances down at himself and sees his naked body, his red robe around his hips. He doesn't see any sign of the robe I was wearing anywhere. His eyes land on the clock across the living room and sees it's 10:47am.

'When did she leave?' He wonders. 'And why?'

His gaze lowers as he's in deep thought.


I'm washing my dishes in the kitchen after finishing my dinner. My parents left the estate while I was asleep all afternoon. They're gone on a business trip for a few days, leaving me all alone in this vast home. It's late in the evening now. I can't forget the images of Alastor and I last night.

'I shouldn't have let it get that far…' I think to myself as I scrub a plate. 'Sex and business don't mix!'

I turn the faucet off after finishing the dishes. Leaning myself against the counter, I stare down in thought.

'I probably won't see him for a long while…' I think. 'It's best to stay away from him for now…'

I dry my hands with a small towel on the rack and make my way upstairs to my room. It's just me, all alone in this massive estate with my own thoughts. Is this what Alastor experiences all the time? I enter my dimly lit bedroom and close the door after me. After taking my robe off, I head to my bed and sit in the middle of it with my legs crossed, gazing down. I'm only wearing my blue robe. I fiddle with the robe straps as I recall my night with Alastor, thinking of how his warm body against mine felt so good.

"Damn it…." I rub my face. "I really fucked up."

I let out a deep sigh and make my way to my closet.

"I need a drive…" I enter my walk-in closet. "I need to clear my mind of things."

I change into my everyday clothes and prepare to head out in my Mustang. After starting my car, I exit my estate through the tall gates. My eyes stayed glued to the road as I turn a corner to get on the highway. Images of Alastor and I naked flash through my head. His moans mixed with mine echo in my mind, so I blast some music to drown them out.

'I'm such an idiot…' I think to myself. 'Why did I let it go that far? I know I was drunk, but I still had control of what I was doing…'

I speed around some cars. My clock reads 8:21pm.

'Now what?' I think. 'How is this going to affect our business deal? If it interferes with our dealing, everything I worked for will have been for nothing.'

I'm hitting just above 80 miles per hour.

'On top of that…' I think. 'I had sex with the fucking Radio Demon. You're so stupid, Elena!' I slap the side of my head. 'There's no telling where this can lead to… He's still not trustworthy because I don't know much about him. He's got a lot on me… Too much to use against me.'

I grip the steering wheel.

'If he has another agenda,' I think. 'He definitely has a lot on me to work with…. I can't let my guard down anymore.'

I recall the feeling of his warm body on mine.

'But it felt...so right,' I think. 'I've never felt anything like that...not even with my ex…'

I sigh as I furrow my brows.

'Even if it was just a casual fuck,' I think. 'I honestly wouldn't mind doing it again. But leave it at that. Nothing more, nothing less.'

I scoff as I smile to myself.

'Even he's too proper for something like that,' I think as I laugh. 'Besides being a powerful overlord, Alastor still has manners. He lived during a different time when hookups weren't the proper norm. I wonder if he'd even be interested in becoming friends with benefits.'

I bite my lip as I remember him inside me, the way he let loose and gave in to his sexual desire. Something I think he definitely has never done.

"And God damn it I'd do it again," I admit.

My music is cut off by my phone ringing. I see Angel's name pop up on the screen.

"Hey, Angie," I answer.

"Hey, Ellie…" his voice sounds low.

"You okay?"

"Yeah...Are you busy?"

"No, I'm just out cruising."

"Can you come over?" I hear his voice crack a bit at the end.

"Angie, what's wrong?" I'm concerned.

He just sniffles.

"I'm on my way," I say before hanging up.

I speed past some cars from the left lane and take the exit.


I knock on Angel's door and he opens it but only slightly.

"Ellie…" Angel hides behind the door.

"Angel," I raise a brow. "You gonna let me in or what?"

"Uh, yeah…" he walks away from the door.

I push it open and close it behind me. My eyes glance around the studio and see that there's shattered glass on the floor. The futon is out of place. Pillows are strewn about. Angel has his back toward me as he has his arms crossed with timid posture.

"Angel…" I stare at him. "What the hell happened here?"

Angel sniffs as he slowly turns around. His face is bruised with a busted lip.

"What happened to you?" I'm getting angry.

"Ellie…" Angel says.

"Angel, who did this to you?"

"Look, it's a misunderstanding…"

"Was it Valentino again?" I figure.

Angel looks down.

"That son of a bitch," I hiss. "When did this happen?"

"Just a while ago…" Angel replies.

"Why did he do it? Is it because he just didn't feel good tonight?"

"He's had a rough night."

"Rough night my ass. He's just using you as a punching bag! That bastard," I caress Angel's bruises face in worry.

I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. After a moment, I break away from him and head for the door.

"Where are you going?" Angel is worried.

"I'm sick and tired of his shit," I open the door. "It's time he got a piece of my mind."

"Ellie, dont!" Angel calls out to me but I close the door.

I rush out of the building and into my car.

"This is the last straw," I mutter to myself as I speed away.

My engine roars as I head for Valentino's place.


Valentino is preparing a glass of whiskey in his custom shot glasses. They're of blue and pink translucent glass. He walks over to his purple throne decorated couch and sits down, relaxing his arm over the back rest. Some sensual club music is playing in the background as he lounges about. Just as he's about to take a sip from his whiskey, he hears a commotion outside the door of his lounge. The double doors burst open with me strangling one of the guards with my hair. Valentino smirks at me as I drop the guard on the floor.

"Ellie, baby," Valentino greets.

"Don't be so friendly with me," I glare at him.

"Boss!" Another guard comes running in.

Two guards stand at my sides, ready to engage me. My hair flares out in anger as I glare at them.

"Leave her," Valentino says. "She's a guest."

The guards back off but continue to watch me.

"Leave us," Valentino orders. "Ellie and I have some chatting to do."

The guards eye me one more time before leaving the lounge and closing the double doors after them. I bring my attention back to Valentino who's sipping at his whiskey.

"It's a lovely June Saturday night," Valentino smiles. "Come have a drink, Ellie,"

"Not with you," I retort.

"What's the matter? You seem pissed."

"After you beat my best friend again, you're damn right I'm fucking pissed."

"Oh, Angel? He'll be fine. I just worked him up a little."

"And what was your reason this time?"

"He's gotta learn to keep his work within the studio. I can't allow him to venture off and do things on his own. What kind of pimp would I be if I allowed that?"

"So fire him. I'm sure you have plenty of sinful bodies here already. You don't need him."

"If I let him go, then what message does that send to my other employees and clients? That they can fuck around and have a clean getaway? Nah, honey, that's not the way it works in this business."

"Angel has been loyal to you for so many years, and this is how you treat him?"

"It's his own fault. I can't tolerate his kind of behavior."

Valentino sips from his whiskey and eyes me up and down through pink gold-hearted glasses. He gives me a smirk, his sharp teeth with one gold tooth shining.

"Say, there's always an opening in my studio," he gives me a suggestive face. "I'm sure my studio will get hella ratings if I got the princess of Hell as an employee."

"You fucking wish."

"No interest?"

"You're really testing my patience."

"Not even as a business partner? I hear you're doing well in the business dealings."

I keep my stern gaze at him.

"It's none of your business what I involve myself with," I say. "I just came here to stand up to you for beating my friend!"

"Why do you care about him so much?" Valentino casually responds. "You're the princess of Hell, daughter of Lucifer, the all mighty ruler of Hell! What are you doing with the likes of a gay porn star?"

"Unlike you, I actually see people for who they are. Angel is my friend, no matter what his lifestyle is. That's his choice, not mine. I have no right to judge him or anyone else for their choices. After all, we are in Hell and you along with all the wretched sinners are here for a reason."

"Right you are, sweet cheeks."

I grit my teeth as he so casually continues to lounge on his couch.

"What's it gonna take to rid Angel of you and this business of yours?" I ask.

"That's a good question," Valentino replies. "I wonder if you'd be willing to help me."

"What is it?"

"There's a drug dealer on the other side of town that keeps giving my employees trouble. His people don't cough up their money for our services. On top of that, they robbed one of my employees."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Retrieve all the money they stole. If you do that, I'll free Angel of his services here."

"Sounds simple enough."

"The money you recover should be enough to compensate for Angel's loss."

"Where exactly can I find this drug dealer?"

"They're having a party as we speak with all the money they stole from me. It's at the Midnight Club. The drug dealer is Rex."

"I'll come back with your money," I turn to the door but stop. "And you better damn well keep your word about Angel."

"I never go back on my word when it comes to deals," Valentino smirks. "As long as you can get my money back, Angel is yours."

With that, I barge out of his lounge and the studio and make my way to the Midnight Club on the other side of town.


I park my car in an alley about a block away. After getting out and locking my car, I head over to the Midnight Club that's around the block. This side of town is sketchy and probably one of the worst parts. The club itself isn't of high profile so security isn't tight and this allows me to head right in. The music is blasting as flashes of different colored lights fill the room. A fog machine fills the dance floor as people are grinding away. I make my way through the crowd, glancing around the club. I see a balcony area and make my way up there. My eyes land on a guy who's drinking away at the bottles of liquor and smoking a fat cigar with six other men. I walk up to them and stand in front of them as they lounge on the couches.

"You Rex?" I gaze at the man with a red beanie.

"That's me," he stands up and heads over to me. "And for you, I'll be whoever you want me to be, baby," his hand slithers around my waist.

I grip his hand and twist his forearm back, subduing him to his knees. His group of men sit up in surprise.

"Ow, what the fuck?!" He groans in pain.

"You owe Valentino money," I say. "I'm here to collect it. So cough it up and there won't be any trouble."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I twist his arm some more, hearing a crunching sound. Rex cries out in pain and one of his men approaches me quickly. My hair wraps around the man's neck and lifts him off the floor.

"The money. Now," I firmly state.

"That's my brother!" Rex winces and gazes at the man I'm strangling. "Let him go!"

"The money."

I don't see one of the other men pull out a gun. He points it at me and shoots. Due to his drunken state, the bullet grazes my right arm, which causes me to let go of Rex. Rex takes this chance to punch me in the gut, knocking the wind out of me.

"Such a pretty face," Rex mocks me.

Rex proceeds to kick me again at my side. I wheeze out in pain as I'm on my hands and knees. Rex takes the gun from his guy and holds it to my head.

"Now let go of my brother," he warns as he cocks the gun. "I really don't wanna do this."

"You won't be able to," my eyes glow red.

My hair takes a hold of the gun. It goes off. I tackle Rex into a large speaker after dropping his now unconscious brother to the floor. The music continues to blare as I fight this group of men off. I use my hair to shove three of them off the railing and they crash on the dance floor. Rex shoves me, landing on top of me. My arm is pulsing with pain as it continues to bleed. I reach for an empty bottle of beer and bust it on Rex's head. At this point, I've had enough. Using my eldritch powers, my hair grows even wilder, flaring out uncontrollably. My nails grow longer and sharp as my fangs do so as well. The bottom part of my body is enveloped in shadows, raising me up a few feet to tower over the men. I subdue the other guys with my hair that tangles around their bodies and neck. I then corner Rex against the wall, gripping at his neck as my nails dig deep into his flesh.

"The money. Now," I hiss at him in a deeper voice.

"Alright! Alright!" Rex panics as he gazes into my glowing red eyes. "It's in the suitcase!" He points to a black case that's under the sofa.

Not letting go of them, I hover over to the suitcase and grab it with my hair.

"That's all you had to do," I turn my attention back to Rex.

"Let us go, now!" He's terrified.

"Oh I'll let you go," I give him an evil smirk.

I hurl them over the balcony into the crowd below, crashing onto the floor. I breathe heavily as I calm down, my hair going back to its normal length. My nails retract along with my fangs and my eyes stop glowing red. My arm is still bleeding as I grip it. After a moment of collecting myself, I take off out of the club with the briefcase. I stumble a bit, my body sore from the hits and my arm still pulsing in pain. Eventually I make it back to my car, tossing the case of cash on the passenger seat. I start up the engine and screech off back to Valentino.


I barge through the doors and head toward Valentino who's still lounging on his couch. I slam the suitcase on the coffee table in front of him and open it, revealing thousands of dollars.

"As promised," I wipe the blood off the side of my mouth.

"Thank you, Ellie baby," he grins. "I really didn't want to go out and waste my time on those petty drug dealers."

"So this means Angel is off," I pant. "He will no longer work for you or have any affiliation with you."

"As promised," he smirks.

I wince a bit at the gunshot wound on my arm.

"Can't believe you really put yourself through that for someone like Angel," Valentino is amused.

"When you actually give a fuck about a person, you'd do some crazy shit too," I roll my shoulder.

"How amusing."

I breathe a bit heavier trying to catch my breath.

"You look like you need a shot," Valentino says.

"I'll take your offer on that," I smile.

Valentino pours me a shot and I down it, wiping my mouth with my blood drenched sleeve that leaves smeared blood on my face. I put the shot glass back on the table with a hard clink and turn to take my leave.

"If I ever need retrieval services," Valentino says. "I'll keep you in mind."

I don't even respond or turn around but just flick the middle finger back at him. Valentino chuckles with a smirk as he watches me leave.


I've managed to make it back to Angel's studio. I'm dragging my feet down the hall as I'm feeling lightheaded, holding my bleeding arm. Once I reach his door, I lean myself against it and slap my bloody hand on it. My breathing is slow and heavy. Angel opens the door and is relieved but horrified to see me.

"Ellie!" He catches me in his arms.

"It's okay, Angie…" My voice is weak. "You're okay now...you're gonna be fine…" I caress his face with a soft smile.

Before I can say anything else, my eyes roll back as I pass out.