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Nicole

"Awaken... Awaken my little angel... My devilish celestial goddess." A voice gently sang.

I groaned and opened my eyes slowly though it did me no good; it was too dark to see my own hands in front of me... If I could have moved them that is...

"Awaken my little rose... So beautiful is your appearance, yet your bear thorns more painful than a snakebite to the throat..." The voice hissed.

"What... What...? Where am I?" I groaned as I try to move.

Oh damn... I am tied up, bound to a wooden pole in the center of a dark room. Memories... Though now I do not feel the unusually calming sense of the ocean cradling me from beneath...

"Oh my little flower you are finally home... Home at last with me..." The voice chuckled as a few candles begin to glow in the distance.

"Who are you? What have you done to me?" I demanded as I strain to see anything in the darkness.

"Why my little pet, I am the only one who understands you... You may be angelic in your appearance but as I have mentioned, your painful thorns are hidden much like the savage beast that dwells within you..." the familiar voice chillingly spoke.

A candle moved closer towards me.

"Damn it now whoever you are, what have done to me? Why does my stomach burn like the glowing embers from a fire rest within me?" I shouted as the candle moved around me.

"My little flower... A seed has been planted and a new flower shall dwell within you..." The voice chuckled.

"YOU HAVE DONE WHAT?!" I cried as the candle's light faded quickly.

"It is not like you have not been "tended to" before... My little whore..." The voice hissed.

"Christian..." I gasped as a warm breeze tainted with alcohol flew into my lungs.

"Yes my love... Though impure as you are... You will become clean again..." Christian spoke, his breath tickling my neck with its warm and bitterness.

"What are you talking about...? You may not know this but I know what alcohol smells like and you reek of intoxication." I reply as I stare blankly into the darkness, trying to sense his location.

"I have a little secret for you... Something you do not know..." He said slyly.

"What?" I inquired, my interest piqued.

"I knew it!" Christian chuckled.

"Knew what you drunken..." I began to snap.

"You can not resist it Nicole!" He exclaims at first, "You can not resist your urge to know about any mystery, any secret... Any darkness that no light can be shed upon..." he replied his voice softening.

"What are you implying?" I asked impatiently.

"You really don't get it do you? sighs I did not find you my love, you found me. With your lust and desire to discover the darkest secrets of this world, you were lead to me and you will always return to me... No matter how much you deny this little fact... Deep down inside your heart, you know it's true..." he explained.

I had always been told that I was damned... Marked as damnation from day one... I was called a hellish monster from birth, though I was not in truth. And after many years of being called this by everyone I ever met or had known, including my mother at one instance, I secretly began to want to be evil. To live with no bondage, no belief, no repentance, or consequence. To give in to my every urge and temptation at a moment's notice and suffer no consequence for my actions. Oh how I have yearned for it even cried over it and at one point even gave in to it. And now, I am faced with the same urge to give in again... And I fear that this time, there was no turning back.

"I know that you are fearful to give in again my dear so let me help you with your decision." Christian spoke, his voice distant and almost foreboding, as a row of flames erupt from the floor in front of me.

An alter appeared and an endless row of candle lit the once dark room and filled it with an eerie glow. A row of what I believed were pews came into view and a red carpet covered the floor like a thousand rose petals on freshly fallen snow. Then a flash of otherworldly light blinded me. As I strained to see, my eyes watering and my vision blurred, I saw that the curtains hiding the windows had been pulled back and the sun shone so brightly that for one instant, I had believed that Armageddon had come and I was in heaven. Though this was not the most spectacular moment. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw a large curtain being lifted slowly like a curtain on a stage. As it rose higher and higher to the endless ceiling, a gorgeous window pane shown like the gates of heaven. I felt myself begin to cry as its beauty filled my heart with a warmth that I never knew existed.

I felt like I was... home. Though I knew this had to be what my mother had called a church. I once snuck into a church that Father Pritchard preached at. I wanted to play the organ that rested behind the alter. When I began to play it and the whole church resonated with the melodic sound, I felt at peace... That is until that psychopath old woman whose name escapes me, perhaps Cassandra, came in and panicked. She believed that it was a ghost who was playing the piano. "A demon had somehow infiltrated the sanctity of the church." I remember her crying to Father Pritchard. But I digress from my memories... They couldn't help me now.

I looked around, searching for Christian or anyone who could free me from the tight ropes which were making my wrists bleed. I kneeled and prayed for someone to rescue me to no avail. That's when I began to study the room which I had been abandoned in or so I thought. I looked at the intricacy of the grand window as it elegant colors melded together to form a work of art. I began to make out the whole picture as my eyes began to adjust to the brightness of the light.

A person was kneeling in what appeared to be a gravestone in a snowy cemetery. It appeared to be a young woman, whose blonde hair hides most of her face, except for her purple eyes. The name on the gravestone was hidden and nothing could be told of the young woman but she was very beautiful and I sensed her loneliness. I sensed that she was lost and strangely, I felt the deepest urge to help her. To go to her. Odd that such a driving feeling came from just a window pane. After an hour or so of studying the window, my wrists were so numb that I decided enough was enough and I began to break free. In one massive surge of any strength I had left I snapped the ropes from my wrists, making the cuts I already bared even deeper but at least I was free. I began to walk silently and cautiously to the alter where a glimmer or something caught my eye.

And the snow glimmered and she fell to the earth...