Buttercup looked up and stared at him. The devil just asked for her hand in marriage. Wait, the...devil just...oh HELL no, she thought and raised be than to slap him. She did, hard. The devil raised his hand and touched his cheek softly. "No," she replied with anger and distaste are in her voice. "Not in a million years," Then she got off the bed, ignoring the pitch black floor and her fear of falling.

She didn't know where she was going, but she wanted to get away from him. What I just did may increase my chances of getting killed, but I don't care. He took way more lives before me, so killing me will be nothing to him, she clutched her fist as she wondered down the hall of his huge mansion. She ended up on the balcony on the second floor. She peeked over the ledge. She laid her eyes soon a mile long river of lava surrounding the huge mansion with two volcanoes on each side.

The balcony itself was a pearl white color with two columns holding up the roof. He had a nice house she had to admit, and he was quite hot, but he still took the lives of so many women. He cannot be forgiven for this. She can't marry a man like this. She will be a disgrace to all women. What should I do? I slapped him, refused his proposal, ran away from him, and now he's probably looking for me, she buried her head in her hands. She hasn't even been here two days and she's already going to die.

She began to cry. She will never be able to see her sisters again. She gripped her sleeves and whipped. I need to get away from here...or-

"I knew you would react like this," she heard a voice from behind her. She turned around and saw him. Not only was he hot, he was ripped, didn't have a shirt on and his hair was messy. "There was no need to slap me," he said and began walking toward her. "Stay...away from me," Buttercup said slowly. He didn't listen to her. He continued to slowly but surely make his way over to her.

"I said stay away from me," she repeated and began backing up. She was already on the edge of the ledge, so she couldn't go any further. He was only inches away from her. Right when he was about to grab her she raised her hand and slapped him again. He touched his cheek once again. He put it down and looked at her. Buttercup regretted what she just did. He began walking toward her again. It's official, she's going to die today. She closed her eyes and accepted her fate. When the devil was finally able to touch her without getting a slap to the face, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said. Buttercup opened her eyes slowly. She turned her head and saw his head on her shoulder. "I'm not as bad as you think I am," he said and sank his head in her shoulder. Not as bad, huh? Buttercup thought. "Not as bad, you say," she stated. "All those women's lives you took...you don't consider that to be bad?" The devil was silent for a moment. Then he tightened his grip around her. "I...did it all...for a reason..." he finally responded. A reason? Buttercup thought. "You killed all those women...for a reason?" The devil sunk his head in her shoulder even more. "If I was to explain...you wouldn't understand,"

"What makes you think I won't understand?" Buttercup asked even though she knew there was no reason for someone to kill over one hundred women for pleasure. "Because...I did it all...for you.." What's that suppose to mean? Buttercup thought. "You killed to get to me?"

"You may think it's wrong of me to kill so many innocent women just to get to you, but ever since that day I first laid eyes on you, I just had to have you-"

"You mean the day I caught you burning a body?"

"...Yes,"

"That was six years ago, and you're just now coming to 'get' me?"

"I...had trouble finding you-"

"That's not an excuse to continue killing innocent people. Why didn't you just come and find me? That would saved so many lives and so much more time," The devil tightened his grip around her again. Buttercup really couldn't move at this point. "I wasn't thinking straight at the time. My mind was set on you but...it took longer than expected. I understand your upset with me, but...I really did come to find you. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to go find you myself," He removed his head from her shoulder and placed his face on her neck. He wrapped his arms around her and hosted her up so he can carry her. He began walking away from the balcony.

"What are you doing?" she asked but he kept walking. She couldn't see where they were going, but she hoped it wasn't a place where he could kill her. She doesn't even know if she can believe him. Find me himself? He wanted me the first time he laid eyes on me, but he continued kill other women after he met me for six years. If he really wanted to be with me he would have grabbed me when he saw me, or he would just keep looking for me and only me. Before she knew it they were back in the room she was in when she first woke up.

He sat down on the bed with her on top of him. He still had his arms around her waist and he still had his face in her neck. Buttercup couldn't help but put her hands on his head. His hair was soft and smooth. It was so addicting that she began to softly smell it, and it smelled good. She didn't know why she was doing it, but she couldn't stop. "You want to know why it took me so long to find you, don't you?" he asked. She could feel his hot breath on her neck and it felt good. She was getting warmed up inside. "I didn't go out to kidnap the women myself," he started. "My demons went out and took women that had a resemblance to you. Haven't you noticed that a lot of the women I captured had black or dyed purple hair?"

Come to think of it, there aren't many women that have black hair in her home town. Most of then who did have black hair dyed it another color or cut it off. Others were just stupid to realize what the hell was going on. Now it kinda makes since, she thought. "What about the one that came and got me?"

"What was me in my demon form. They didn't know what you looked like. All they knew was that you had dark hair. I knew what you looked like. I craved you for so long. I needed you in my arms or I would have exploded. I wanted you for so long I can't explain it. Now that I have you all to myself...I can't control myself..." He started deeply kissing her neck with passion. Buttercup tried to move his head to get him to stop, but she resisted herself. Its like she liked the way his affection felt. What...am I doing? she asked herself as she was being pinned down onto the bed. This...this is wrong. He...kills people for...pleasure... She began to quietly moan.

Suddenly, the devil stopped. He placed his hand on his head with pain. Then he looked at her with annoyance in his eyes. "I have to go do something," he said and sat up. Buttercup relaxed knowing that he was leaving. "We will continue when I get back," he said and lifted her up so he could get off the bed. He put her down put still kept his hands on her waist. "But before I go," he said and touched her lower lip. "Give me a kiss," Buttercup looked at him with distaste. Before she could even do anything, he leaned down and kissed her himself.

He pulled back and let her go. "While I'm gone you can familiarize yourself with the house. Just don't go anywhere your not suppose to," then he walked to the dresser and put on a plain black V-neck shirt. He walked out but looked back at turned back around and walked into the hallway. I know he's lying, she thought. If I really was the one he was looking for he would have grabbed me the moment he saw me. That's a fact. I'm not going to believe him until I know he's telling the truth...or someone else tells me the truth, She put her hair up in a messy bun and walked out the room. She just now noticed that the hallway floor was different than the room floor. The hallway was a caramel hard wood color with a red carpet laid on it.

Suddenly she began to hear voices. "I'm telling you her room is this way!" a female voice explained. "Nu-uh! She's down this hall!" another female voice stated. Two other females in this house? Jeez, you think you'll be special, Buttercup thought. She continued walking down the hall until she almost bumped into someone. "I'm sorry-oh. Hello," In front of her was this girl that look her age. She had this strange resemblance to her sister Bubbles. "Bubber, what are you doing-oh" Then this other girl that looked about her age showed up. She also had a strange resemblance to her sister Blossom. "Um..." Buttercup was lost for words. Bubber had her sister Bubbles's long blonde hair, but her eyes were this crystal icy blue color, and the other girl had Blossom's pink eye color, but her hair was short and a reddish gray color. Plus her cheek bones were way stronger than her's. "You must be his new wife." the one with the red hair stated. Buttercup shook her head. "Not really." she informed.

"Oh, then he didn't ask you yet?" Bubber asked. Buttercup shook her head again. The two girls looked at each other with confused expressions. "I refused," Buttercup said. Both the girls looked at her. "Really?" the one with the red hair asked. Buttercup nodded. "That means you'll stay longer than the rest of them," Bubber said with excitement. Buttercup raised and eyebrow. "Oh, jeez. Where are my manners. Hi, my name is Laurel, but you can call me Bubber for short,"

"And my name is Eclipse, but you can call me Bloom,"

"Nice to meet you two. I'm Infinity-Variety, but-"

"Infinity-Variety?" Bubber asked.

"Let her finish," Bloom hissed.

"...Right...my name is Infinity-Variety, but you can call me Buttercup," Both of the girls nodded and stared at her with sparkle in their eyes. "So," Buttercup stated. "What are you two doing here?"

"Oh, we are the house keepers,"

"House keepers?"

"Yeah. I do all the cleaning of the house and Bloom cooks,"

"You clean this whole house by yourself?"

"Of course! I actually enjoy it, to be honest,"

"Don't you ever get tired?"

"Not often, no,"

"Okay...and what about you. Do you ever whist you could stop cooking for a while?"

"No ma'am. Cooking is my life and no matter how much I do it I will never stop as long as I live," Suddenly they stopped talking and looked at each other. Then they looked at her. "We are so sorry, but we have to go. Here take this," Bubber tossed a ring to Buttercup. She caught and it looked like a wedding ring. "I said I refused." Buttercup said. "It's not a wedding ring. It's a map to the mansion. I know the place like the back of my hand so I don't need it anymore," And with that, they walked away and they were gone. Buttercup examined the ring and put it on her finger. She studies it and noticed something in the gem. She presses it and up came this 3D map to the mansion. Okay...but how the actually hell does hell itself have more advanced technology and we don't even have flying cars yet? she thought as she skimmed though the map.

A room caught her eye. It was on the second floor at the end of the hall. She pressed the gem again and made her way to the second floor. She took the stairs and speed walked down the hall to the room she was looking for. She finally reached it and looked at the heading above the room. "Devil's Study," she repeated and looked down at the doorknob. She reached out her hand to grab it, but was startled by a voice coming from behind her. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," they said. Buttercup spun around and saw a guy hanging upside down from the ceiling. She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head at the sight of him. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it right after. "What? Can't you speak?" he said and leaned closer to her. She leaned back so he wouldn't be so close. "I can speak perfectly fine," she said and he leaned back to where he was.

"I...I have no words for you...who the hell are you?"

"I have no name," the guy answered and dropped down from the ceiling. He had pale skin and purplish black hair. He was wearing all black like he was trying to hide from something or someone. His black jacket was covering his mouth, so she assumed he was hiding fangs or something. His eyes were this crystal green color and she could see light freckles on his cheeks. His hair was messy and it was pushed back behind his ears, which were kinda pointed. He had a messy bang coming down to cover his forehead. He was quite the looker. Maybe because he had piercings in his ears, too. "You must be the new lucky lady," he stated. Buttercup shook her head. "No, I'm not,"

"What do you mean?"

"I refused his proposal,"

"What...really?"

"Why does everybody looked so surprised when I tell them that,"

"Wait a minute, you've met Bloom and Bubber already?"

"Yes,"

"You are the first person to ever met them...alive," he looked at her with interest in his eyes. She stared back at him with her head tilted. "You know their jobs already?" he asked. Buttercup nodded her head. "You're definitely going to last longer than the other," a small smile appeared on his face. Buttercup raised an eyebrow at him. "I am your stalker," were his next words. Buttercup's eyes got wide and she stood up straight. "Excuse me?"

"I am your stalker. I watch you when your 'soon to be husband' isn't around. When he wants to learn your location, I tell him. You'll never know where I am, so don't try to look for me. And if you try to escape, I'll tell him, and he will do the rest,"Buttercup looked at him is disgust. She had been watch this whole time. She had be stalked by a dude she didn't even know. "Wait, are you the reason why he found me on the balcony?"

"That's right," Buttercup looked at him with even more disgust and hatred. Her looked then calmed and she smiled. She had one dimple on her left cheek. The stalker raised an eyebrow and stared at her. She crossed her arms and began walking toward him. As she was walking she slowly tilted her head to the side. The stalker's look of interest turned into a look of confusion. As she approached him, he tilted his head along with hers. They just stared to each other until the stalker blinked. Right when he did he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He jerked backward and held his stomach in pain. He looked back up and saw that she had her hands were in fist. She had just punched him.

"That's what you get for giving away my location to a motherfucking lunatic, ya jackass," she said and began cracking her knuckles. She loosened then and looked at him. He was still holding his, stomach trying to stand up straight. He looked up at her and grunted, "You hit like a bitch," Buttercup rolled her eyes as she could see that he was clearly in pain. She turned back to the door, knowing she just stunned him for a couple of minutes. She looked down at the doorknob again. She was about to reach out to grab it again, but her hand was suddenly pulled back. She looked back and saw that her "stalker" was up and about. she looked down at her hand and saw a shadow in the shape of a hand holding it. Her stalker started walking toward her like he hadn't just gotten punched in the stomach. Buttercup tried to break free, but the hand was gripping her wrist hard. She looked up but didn't see her stalker. Suddenly she felt someone behind her. "I told you not to do that," her stalker said. Before she could even turn around he knocked her out. The shadow on her hand disappeared and her stalker caught her fall.

He held her in his arms and stared at her. He chuckled and said, "Your different," he brushed the hair out of her face. "Different and...gorgeous-"

"Where is she?" he heard a voice in his head. He knew who it was and answered, "...Come get her..." he put her down and disappeared into the shadows. He watched as the devil came and took her away, wishing he could see her one last time before he ended her.