The world was on fire, no-one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I'd never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you
And I'd never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you

No I don't wanna fall in love
(this world is always gonna brake your heart)
No I don't wanna fall in love
(this world is always gonna brake your heart)
..with you

What a wicked game to play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say
You never felt this way
What a wicked thing you do
To make me dream of you

No I don't wanna fall in love
(this world is always gonna brake your heart)
No I don't wanna fall in love
(this world is always gonna brake your hear)t
..with you

The world was on fire, no-one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
No and I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
I'll never dream that I lose somebody like you, no

Now I wanna fall in love
(this world is always gonna brake your heart)
Now I wanna fall in lust
(this world is always gonna brake your heart)
..with you

Nobody loves no-one

HIM cover of Chris Isaac's "Wicked Games"

--

    Sleep left her as if a dim light was slowly becoming brighter, breaking into her warm shelter of rest. Cammy lay there a while and left her brain come into focus. And it did, quickly, as a headache rolled to the front of her head. Last night's antics came back to her in a flash and she snapped up from the bed. Looking down she found she was still relativity clothed, yet didn't know what hotel she was in. The room was not extraordinary in any well, just a normal room. She supposed she could just call a taxi to get home. It was then that she noticed the man on the floor next to the king sized bed. Faintly she remembered her encounter with him last night; rather the lack of one. He had stopped it. It made no sense. Normally she was an opportunity, no strings attached. Plus she had been drunk. But he hadn't taken advantage of her, and hell, he'd even held her hair while she threw up. Much to her embarrassment. As is on cue, Cranky rolled over, quite uncomfortably looking, and looked at her. He spoke.

"Good morning sunshine."

She was embarrassed and the red on her face showed it as she answered.

"You didn't have to sleep on the floor."

"I didn't want to get puked on…"

His eyes gazed over to his jeans which were balled up in the corner.

"…again."

Cammy couldn't contain her laugh. Cranky smiled at her.

"Now that's a good sound. Is this the real you?"

Cammy pulled her sleep mussed hair from her face, knowing it was probably streaked with sleep wrinkles.

"Sadly, yes."

He squinted his eyes at her and Cammy became consciously aware that the scar on her face must have been extremely visible. She was sure that aside from her make-up being worn off that her face was more than likely gaunt due to her being sick last night. The scar was probably dark brown against her pale skin. She put her hand over the scar and looked away. Cranky stood up and grabbed her hand as he spoke.

"The only thing that is sad is the look on your face when you feel revealed."

Cammy pulled away, agitated by the truth in what Cranky had said. She answered him sharply, covering for her moment of honesty.

"Well I am in my bra you know."

"I'm not talking about that and you know it. You weren't shy when you were pushing me into the hotel room last night or unbuckling my pants."

"I hope this isn't you trying to woo me."

"I don't have to try, baby, I could have had you."

Cammy stood then, looking for her shirt as she attempted to defend herself.

"It's a little early to start being a bastard isn't it?"

Cranky smiled at her, toyed with her in her angered state.

"Say 'bastard' again. I love how it sounds with your accent."

Cammy gave him a look that could kill Medusa as she found her shirt and spoke as she lifted it from the floor.

"You are a bastard."

She began to put her shirt back on but just as she pulled it over her arms, Cranky grabbed her, stopping her. He spoke, his face close to hers.

"I said say 'bastard' not call me one."

Their mouths crashed together into a hard kiss; each one searching for more from the other. This was lust in its purest form. Cammy was overtaken by this man. He was different from the others, she couldn't explain it nor did she have the time or attention span to do so at this moment. When Cranky unbuckled her bra, her arms were still trapped in the twist of her shirt. He ran his hands along her bare back, up her neck and into her hair. It made her skin break out in gooseflesh and she sighed into his mouth. Cranky pulled away from their long kiss and look her in the eyes.

"Are you okay with this?"

Cammy let the twisted shirt and her unbuckled bra fall to the floor. Cranky smiled at her, a mischievous grin that was all man.

"That's the best 'yes' I've ever seen."

He then kissed her so hard that they banged against the wall. She met him with equal fervor, as she began to unbuckle her own pants. Cranky grabbed her hands, but no to stop her this time. He went down to his knees, pulling her pants down with him. Cammy practically fell on top of him then, kissing his face, neck and bare chest all over. Somewhere in between all the kissing, touching and exploring, both Cammy and Cranky has wiggled out of their respective remaining undergarments. Cranky took Cammy around the waist and rolled her to the side so he was above her. The world slowed down for Cammy then and as Cranky pushed inside of her she held tightly to his broad shoulders and held her breath. She had to remember to breathe; in and out, in and out. She pushed with him, almost screaming with every thrust. They both were sweating and moaning with their efforts. In a rush of feelings that encased her entire body, Cammy finished. Cranky tensed with her and they both clung to one another until they were left weak and panting on the carpet.

    Cranky rolled off of her, giving her relief from the weight of his body. He looked at her eyes and her pupils were so dilated that they were almost all black. He figured his might look the same. Once his breaths were coming in regular distance from each other, he spoke.

"Wow."

Cammy nodded.

"Yeah, wow about sums it up."

They both laugh and Cranky pulled her into his arms. His voice became serious as he stroked her cheek with his finger. She pulled his hand away from her face. He spoke.

"When did you get this scar, and the others?"

"I was sixteen."

She tried to leave it at that, but he pushed her.

"How'd it happen?"

Then Cammy did something she'd never even thought of doing before; told the truth about her scars.

"The man who raped me did it. It was a possession thing for him. Like him branding me or something. It's the only one that means something. The others are just from general abuse."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring something like this up. I thought it would be a bike crash or something. I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

He pulled her into his arms, suddenly feeling more protective over her. Her breathing slowed then relaxed as she fell asleep in his arms. He held her closer and decided that after everything that just occurred, he might need a nap.

--

"Oh weakness thy name is woman!"

    Vega made dramatic gestures with his hands, stabbing himself in the heart, as if hurt by her. It was ironic to see him mimic his own death in one of these dreams where he usually held all of the power. He composed himself, pushing his golden hair over his shoulders before he spoke again.

"You think this man can save your soul? You think that just because you told him one of your secrets and he did not run that you are soul mates? You are even more desperate than I ever believed."

She answered him smugly.

"You don't believe in love at first sight? Really Vega, you of all people I would think believed in it."

"Ah, my lovely, but I do. But, and this is a big but, It only occurs once and, well, you have already met me."

Cammy had to laugh at his gall before she retorted.

"You seriously believe we had love?"

He walked close to her, rubbing his thumb down the scar on her left cheek.

"With all of my little black heart."

He slapped her face lightly and spoke, bitter now.

"But you, my dear Camilla, are destruction incarnate. You will destroy this man. If he really does feel for you, it will be his sad little decent into hell."

Cammy was becoming angry.

"And how's your own sad little decent into hell coming, Vega?"

He spoke quickly, the resentment in his voice apparent.

"I am not done yet!"