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We hear a door click at the sound of a key. Beyond whispers evilly, "Right now..."

In a rush of breaths and movement, Beyond pulls me to the dark caverns of the rooms where somehow we remained unseen. I am about to say something to the red-eyed fiend when he slams his hand against my mouth. His hand, icy and cool, tightens around my lips as a warning not to say anything.

I let my eyes drag me to the sounds of the stranger throwing off an article of clothing onto the couch we are lucking behind. My eyes peer over his slim, fit body. His flaming hair contradicts his pale skin and his dress pants, white collar shirt, and striped tie makes me think he has just gotten back from an important job. An abnormal pair of goggles hang around his exposed neck, dangling in midair as he bends down to grab a cigarette from his vest pocket.

Beyond slides a smile onto his lips as we become dangerously close to his -or I suppose, our subject. The hazy boy sticks his found prize into his mouth and abandons his vest to go to one of the other rooms of the apartment.

Once he disappears from our sight I feel the Demon's hand loosen around my swollen lips. I let out a breath of release over the tense situation and look over to Beyond to catch him pulling a knife out of his back pocket.

He notices my eyes gleaming over his sharp tool, so he leans over and whispers in my ear, "Follow my lead, pet." I silently shiver at the close, sinful touch and nod nonetheless. Somehow living for me doesn't seem to pleasing after all.

But I must admit: the atrocious, glittering feeling that has developed in my heart over the amount of adrenaline that's pumping through my veins is simply striking in every possible, pleasurable way.

I crawl after him as he prowls over to the unexpecting boy's room. A light flickers underneath the door and the mysterious redhead stirs in a feverish pace. I feel my tongue being swallowed by my throat as I find nothing to say to the devious being before me. His red eyes prance over to my blue as if saying let's go.

Yes, let's... straight out the door.

I've never killed anyone before. Oh God... forgive me.

The demon pushes the door open with the heel of his foot and before the boy even has time to scream, Beyond leaps out and stabs the boy in the neck with a needle, the same shot he used on me in the alley. I trip after him with an unsteady pace. I feel utterly ridiculous as the boys razor green orbs catch mine in a pleading beg before they drift to slumber.

We're about to kill a man, a kid it looks like. He's not much older than me and yet I'm looming over him like a wrathful adult ready to place the kill. I'm not a killer. I'm not a murderer... What the fuck am I doing?!

"Don't fret, Mihael," I look at Beyond as he slides over to me, letting the body drop out of his smooth hands with a thud, "Killing is easy, and you feel the power it gives by taking someone's life into your own hands. If you be good and help, I'll treat you well tonight..."

I shudder at the very thought of what his words imply. He cradled the knife in my hands as if giving me the right to determine the boy's fate.

What do I do? What do I do?! What the fuck am I supposed to do!? Do I kill the boy? Or do I let him be and face the Demon's revenge? What sort of marvelous feeling could possibly come out of killing someone I've never even met before? Damn it! I can't kill an innocent man...

"He's betrayed me, Mihael, and thus you..."

But I've never even seen him before this awful night.

I rather not face his torment tonight by not slicing this boy up, but... my morals. They get in the way of my protection it seems. It comes down to my morals or my own skin and flesh; which is the better, the more important? Could I toss all the rules I've placed over my life in a single second? The Demon bends the neck back, revealing a mass of silky skin. He waits for my answer.

What is my answer?

I don't want to be hurt tonight. I can't stand one more terrible night of being mocked, bruised and cut up with that monstrous blade. My heart is beating profoundly, telling me to kill the kid so Beyond can treat me exquisitely tonight. What does well mean? What is he planning?! What do I do...

Kill him. Don't kill him. Make him suffer. Don't make him suffer. Take up Beyond's requests. Don't listen to him. Kiss Beyond. Don't touch him! Obey your master. Get away from him! He will treat you well. You will end up dead!

I suddenly have the longing to shut up reason and throw his annoying face out of my mind forever. My head jerks to Beyond who smiles heavily but impatiently as I let the knife hang loosely between my fingertips. Kiss him. Don't kiss him. Yes. No.

Oh fuck it.

I drop the knife out of my head, let my feet pull me towards his flaming body, and press my lips barely against his pink ones. A feather of a kiss lingers between our lips and I wait for him to accept my offer. His eyes look of a mixture of shock and genuine happiness. With a snicker and smile, he accepts.

The Demon closes the gap between our breaths, pushing harder and stronger than I had. He takes the affirmative control, placing his hands on my hips and drawing them closer to his. My eyes droop close as his arms wrap around my waits in an almost protective matter as he advances the hot, wet kiss into a more flirtatious game. His tongue slips into my mouth, dominating it with his forceful nature.

I let out a delicate moan as his teeth gnaw at my lips and give in to this horrifically wonderful sensation. His lips mold into mine, our chest fit together perfectly, out legs intwindle, and he holds me up as I feel faint from this disastrous emotion. With a series of butterfly kisses to my cheeks he separates our touch and grins harshly at me.

"Very good, Mihael," He says with another kiss to my flushed lips. My eyes open to see his eyes sparkle with a devilish threat, "There's more of that once you get rid of that... trash."

More kisses? More touches? More of that sweet sensation? How the fuck did I ever live without it?! Why was I fighting so hard for so long? To hell with whatever held me up then... my Demon can do whatever he pleases with me.

I pick the knife off the ground. My reflection stares coolly at me. My lips, used and worn, smirk heavily as my eyes transform into a frozen blaze of destruction. I stride over to the passed out boy and stare at his form. his breathing is slow and painfully dull. His cigarette lays forgotten next to his lips. I think of one word as I examine his pathetic body.

Trash.

My demon was right.

Without a moment's hesitation, I pull his head up by the strands of his hair, letting his neck unveil itself. I carve into his skin with the knife and blood seeps out of the open wound. He gurgles and twitches a few moments before his breathing slows and eventually stops. His deathly form is confirmed as I open his eyelid and see an emptiness green orb.

I just killed someone and I can't believe I don't give a fuck.

I hear a trail of laugher behind me, "Well done, pet, now we must leave the clue for L," He slides his to fingers against the bleeding boy's neck and makes his way to the wall. I'm guessing he plans on writing L some demonic message.

But my body yearns for more, "And then?" I ask with a hopeful, wishful tone leaking through my words.

He pauses in his writing and turns to me. His lips pull up in a smile, "And then, my Mihael, we can have some true fun. I shall treat you well as I promised! Henh henh henh..." He continues his writing as my heart involuntarily flutters at his words.

I've lost myself to him now...

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