Author note: For now I'm happy with this even as I think I have weird ways to get inspired. Currently I'm listening to Ronnie and Clyde… yeah… I'm really glad so many people have participated so far though. Thanks all!

THE RESULTS!

Lysander- 6

Castiel-2

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Disclaimer: Nettie and Dimitri are mine. Nothing else.

Chapter start

Lysander stepped from the forest with a small frown on his graceful features. He was certain that the woods were where Castiel said she had run off to. She hadn't come out when called though and he hadn't seen her.

He was shaking the image of her with a naked man from his head. That was an image only Deborah would have cast on Nettie, never Lysander. His eyes had been playing tricks on him. Simple and clean.

He was filled to the brim with concern for the girl though. Where had she gone? Had she been injured and he hadn't come across her?

It was a horribly disconcerting thought.

Before he had convinced himself to go looking again Rosalya called his name. He paused to look at his near enough sister in law. She was waving her cell around.

"I got a text from Nettie. She said she fell in the pond so she went home to change."

Relief pooled over his normally stoic features and Rosalya tilted her head. "You really were worried weren't you?"

Lysander gave her a look as he walked away. She matched his steps easily. It was silent until Rosalya coughed.

"I can't believe Castiel would do this. Did you see them in the halls? It was like Deborah was trying to eat his face off!"

Lysander had to agree. The singer had been unpleasant in her attention to the redhead.

"Why would he do this to Nettie? Everyone's talking about how he yelled at her. And she liked him so much too… what does Deborah have that Nettie doesn't? Besides a slutty attitude."

Lysander sighed as she ranted. "You can't help the way your heart feels. This isn't Castiel's fault."

Castiel did care for Nettie. It was just Deborah was in his heart like a poisoned thorn. Lysander knew all about poisoned thorns. The image of Nettie heartbroken and confused circled in his head, running from him and Rosalya. He had been half afraid she would never smile at him again.

It was a horrid world he was in now. Being attracted to a girl that from day one had been earmarked to belong to his best friend wasn't healthy. And to see her being thrown carelessly aside like used paper wasn't pleasant even if he could understand where Castiel's head was.

Rosalya watched his expression carefully. A small smile touched her lips as she resisted the urge to laugh with some bitterness. Castiel, she liked him well enough. He was a good friend under the layers of bull and tar. But he didn't deserve Nettie in her eyes anymore.

She knew someone who did; someone she knew wouldn't hurt her sister like this ever.

Nettie was standing as Dimitri rummaged thorough the closet he had filled with clothes for her. Her cell vibrated and she pulled it out to see Rosalya had messaged her.

K, that's good. Lys-baby was worried about u! ;)

Nettie felt a small smile bloom. Warmth hit her along with some worry. Had he seen Dimitri? That wasn't something she wanted to explain to Lysander of all people. He was so enigmatic she wouldn't be able to tell what he was thinking.

Dimitri came back in and she closed her cell with a snap and tossed it to the bed. His red eyes surveyed her and the way the wet clothes clung to her figure, also the way the water was dripping onto the fluffy carpet. He would have to dry that.

Nettie turned to keep him in her sight as he placed the clothes on the bed. He caught her eyes and she forced herself to not falter.

"Shall I warm you up further?"

The question sent a shudder through her and she blushed, knowing just what he meant. He must have sensed her desire for him while he had held her. It was the only explanation. Or Dimitri was teasing her.

There was an urge to do it, to throw it away on the demon that would kill her one day. He was her death so it seemed only right he be the one who ripped all the purity from her. She had always viewed it as a gift. Most seemed to view it as a hindrance.

She knew it had annoyed Castiel, her virginity. Though Nettie had always wanted to save it for love. She snorted. She had admitted her love for Castiel and he had thrown it in her face. If she had spread her legs as easily as Deborah did would he have chosen her?

Maybe she should just be like every other teenage girl and give it up. Nobody cared about it but her after all so why keep it?

Dimitri had come up behind her while she was lost in her thoughts. Nettie gasped as her shirt was ripped up and off. She covered her chest when she felt the bra unhooked, holding the material to her as she spun and backed away.

"I'm not ready for that Dimitri!"

He smirked at her, and she noticed he was holding a nightgown. She swallowed convulsively as she blushed. It was rather annoying that he could throw her into such turbulent waves.

"I understand you aren't ready to be possessed by me but we really do need to get you changed."

The way he said it… as though she would be his in that regard no matter what was a nice thought.

"I can dress myself," she muttered it without any annoyance. She belonged to him after all.

"Of course you can." His voice was smooth as silken perfections. "But there isn't any need. You now have me to take care of your every whim and need. Even the ones you aren't aware of just yet.

"May I dress you, dear girl?"

Nettie blushed. His words were pure honesty. It wasn't about getting in her pants at all with him. It was about taking perfect care of her in every way he deemed necessary. It was because of the contract. She knew that. But she could surrender to it, to the false affection and care in all the ways he decided to dish it out. It was all she had left now.

Her arms dropped and the bra slipped down her arms. She glanced down to where he had burned through her skin and found it blemish free. The contract seal was on the inside now, filtering through her body and her blood.

Dimitri studied her upper form and was pleased. He had never liked the big ones. They seemed superficial to him and with all the surgeries women underwent to become 'perfect' he had found his taste for women waning. Dimitri had never been one to enjoy the souls of women who were that superficial.

His eyes roved over her swan neck and down to the slightly rounded stomach as well. There wasn't any muscle there, only softness. She wasn't too thin nor was she thick. It was ideal for him who enjoyed softness more than hard muscle in his women. With grace not many could match he dropped before her and she jumped.

Nettie felt his hands brushing her skin and she quivered as he slipped the button of her jeans loose and slid the zipper down.

It was his seduction technique at its finest. Dimitri smirked a little and the demonic aura around him swelled with possessive knowledge as he felt her quiver in nervous anticipation now. Very deliberately he placed a gossamer kiss on her stomach, dropping it softly and lingeringly, letting her skin heat from the contact.

She drew a deep breath and he knew with ease that no one else had ever seen her so near undress or touched her in the way he did, had certainly never kissed along her. The trust she had in him made him chuckle darkly. Yes, she was his. Already she was bonding, her soul so fractured it was grasping at him like a lifeline.

It was the one issue of souls like hers, souls that the reapers harvested early in every life. They always clung to the others around them. They were desperate to form connections. It was very probable that a soul could be vanished by keeping it weak. Nettie's was near that point and now he was there to attach to, something that wouldn't leave.

Nettie would end up madly in love with him like other souls he had taken. Nettie's soul was just that kind, bent that way since her soul still bore traces of every former life it had been made to suffer in. It wouldn't take any effort on his part to wrap her into his every whim.

Her arms had reached around and were now hugging him tightly. He continued to press kisses along her stomach, feasting on the soft skin that smelled like pond water faintly. Nettie didn't notice when he pulled her jeans away and her underwear. Not until he ran his hands along her exposed skin.

Nettie gasped and tensed a little. Dimitri paused after a final lick and hard bite to her skin. He stood again and Nettie wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed. He pulled her into his arms though and kissed her rather thoroughly, making her heart pound now.

It had always been her issue. There might have been nobody who conquered her maidenhood but there was plenty of men that could have had they had more patience. All it would have taken was some careful patience to have her surrender, some genuine affection and she would have been in love enough to surrender.

Her mother had called her silly when she found her daughter at thirteen making out with a seventeen year old boy, two seconds away from sleeping with him.

All he had done was tell her he loved her and had treated her kindly. Yes, Nettie fell in love easily. Castiel was in fact just one of many she had fallen head over heels for. And now she had Dimitri here to sooth over that hurt like a balm. What was it her aunt always said? The best remedy for a broken heart was to fall in love again. Yes, Nettie could agree with that easily.

Even if it was false and fake. At least she would have Dimitri's loyalty even if he had no heart to give her as well.

"I have a bath ready for you dear girl. We should get you cleaned up." Dimitri murmured.

Nettie was looking at him blankly. His lips were still only an inch from her own. She was inhaling his breath and it smelled sweet to her. The way he tasted was addicting. Had she ever thought that of a kiss? Or was it just some weird demon thing?

She swallowed hard and said…

End chapter

THE CHOICES!

Choice A- Nettie says "make me dirtier first"

Choice B- Nettie says "Okay then."

Author note: No Nettie is not in love with Dimitri. She falls in love very easily was the point of that. Nettie has abandonment issues from where her mother basically stopped caring for her after her dad died and then even left her totally to be with a new guy. That mixed with centuries of being killed before her soul could form any permanent bonds has made her severely dependant on others.

I tried to satisfy some of the peoples want for Dimitri becoming an interest in this one. How'd it go? Regardless of the results the next chapter will be longer. These were mostly fillers, it's time to stop loading the plate with meat and get the main course out!

See you next time!