By the way, has anyone seen the movie Tristan and Isolde. I know it was released in January, but me and my mom only rented it on ondemand yesterday. That movie is so awesome. The action fit in perfectly and the love and betrayal was very heart felt. Made me wanna cry at the end. My mom actually did cry at the end. Anyways, for this chapter, you need to know the rating may have gone up just a little. It's not disgusting or anything, just a little...well, it leads up to something that I'm not actually gonna write about, but you'll know what happened anyways. I'm done rambling now. Read. Review if you wanna. You know the drill.

"Here I stand

helpless and left for dead

close yours eyes

so many days go by

easy to find what's wrong

harder to find what's right."

"Wyatt?" the name had escaped her lips only seconds before he'd grabbed her, shimmering from the room. The next thing she knew, she stood in his. Don't you dare look at him in the eyes, cause you won't be able to drag yourself out of the hole you fall into if you do, she told herself. The back of his hand gently brushed down her cheek and she closed her eyes.

"Stop fighting me. Please. I can't stand the thought of hurting you," he whispered. She kept her eyes shut, not willing to look into his eyes, knowing her resolve would break if she did.

"You already have hurt me," she whispered, a tear spilling out of her shut lids. His rough thumb gently brushed it away from her cheek. That was when she realized she was trembling. His lips brushed hers.

"Forget the past. Look into the future. What do you see?" She could feel every word against her lips as he spoke. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked into his. The beautiful crystal blue orbs gave away no emotion but love.

"I can't. I don't want to think about it, because I don't know where you will be in all of it. Tell me, do you love me?" her voice shook as she hesitantly asked of him something she was afraid to have answered. He didn't back away, didn't look furious.

"Yes. And you?"

"I have since I was old enough to understand love," was her reply. His hand cupped the side of her face and she drew in a deep breath, worried of what would happen.

"Then why fight me?"

"You know why."

"For the greater good? What greater good? There is no good or evil and you should know that. Of all people, I thought you would understand," he whispered, voice not angry but gentle and resigned. Shea sighed.

"Just one night, Wyatt. One night where we don't talk about sides and war and power. One night to just be us, just be in love. I've seen what happens when you never act on love during a war. Someone dies and the other's left to regret never having done anything. I'm done waiting, Wyatt. Do something. Make a move..." and with that he shut her up with a kiss, shoving her back into the wall. Shea couldn't stop the thought that, that night, she was dancing with the devil himself.

They were so entangled in each other that night, that neither sensed the demon shimmering out outside the door with a huge smile on his face after hearing every word said.

"Say goodbye

as we dance with the devil tonight

don't you dare look at him in the eye

as we dance with the devil tonight."

Dance With The Devil by : Breaking Benjamin