Author's Notes: Um…right…. so…I'm really, really, REALLY sorry that I haven't updated this story in so long, but like I said, I'm back in school and my midterms are coming up. Besides I'm trying to be a good student this semester and actually go to class and pay attention. Anyway, this chapter is kind of short, but that's because I wanted to really update this story for you guys since you have pushed this story over 100 reviews and it's not even done yet!

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Hell Bent On Love

By: afallenblackrose

Chapter Six:

At the Barrel of a Gun

It took me a few minutes to regain any sense of sanity that I had, which by this point of the day wasn't much. Once I did, though, I realized that Endymion was right; a hot shower was needed to soothe my frazzled nerves. Realizing that the other rack of clothes in the room were actually silk nightgowns, I grabbed the first one I saw, some deep shade of midnight blue and made my way into what I assumed was the bathroom. And if I thought the bedroom and the king-sized closet were spectacular, well, let's just say that the bathroom trumped them both. Now, I had seen my fair share of MTV Cribs and some of the hits I was hired to kill had some pretty swank pads, but this, this took the cake.

When I first walked into the bathroom, I thought that I had walked into the indoor pool by mistake. But I realized that the "pool" in the center of the room was actually the bathtub. Yeah, you read right. The bathtub. My jaw hit the floor, and I know after the penthouse suite that I walked through I should have guessed that the bathroom would be just as glamorous. But I'm going to blame my shock on the fact that my mind just couldn't process anything since my revelation minutes before.

So, right, the bathroom. It was like the bathroom of the penthouse suite, plus a mix of Mariah Carey's bathroom. In simple terms, it was huge and glistened like when certain people find hidden treasure. As I walked deeper into the room and glanced inquisitorially at the bathtub, I swore that someday (since I had an eternity anyway) I would take a bath in that tub. Sighing, I hung up the nightgown and placed a dark black towel (apparently the devil liked dark colors) in easy reach for when I got out of the shower. I reached behind the glass sliding door and turned on the water, and waited for it to reach the right temperature. While I was waiting, I took my hair out of the high ponytail it had been in since the night I was killed. As soon as I did, my hair fell in waves behind my back and blood rushed back into my limbs. Keeping my hair up in such a high ponytail for so long was never a good idea. A headache throbbed on my lower temple and I knew that the hot water would soothe and dull the ache. I slipped the straps of my dress down my shoulders and pulled it over my head. I was able to get out of my under things with ease and let those fall into a heap at my feet. Finally, I stepped into the shower and you know what?

Considering this was hell, that shower was pure heaven.

I walked back into the bedroom, feeling totally refreshed, but at the same time, very tired. So tired in fact, that I didn't care that I was about to slip in between the sheets of the Devil's bed. He wasn't in the room, and I had a feeling by the time he came back I would be dead asleep (…I really have to watch the dead puns). So with a great determination, I pulled the dark blue comforter down, fluffed up the pillows and climbed in. The bed was so comfortable, that I don't even remember laying back onto the pillow. I was asleep within minutes.

A young maiden in an icy blue gown paced in her room. She didn't want to go to the ball that night. She absolutely detested such frivolous things. There were people out there dying of starvation, and here she was getting all dressed up to go to some fancy ball that could have fed at least a hundred people for a week. But of course, since her father was a Lord, she had to go to the Rockwood's Autumn Solstice Ball. She stopped in her tracks as she thought about the Rockwood's, or at least, one in particular.

The famous Lord Endymion Rockwood, who was to be his father's heir to the Rockwood estate, was the biggest…her lips deepened into a frown. He was just a horrible man, his reputation amongst the other ladies of the court gave him credit for his good looks but he was condemned for his antics with the ladies. He was a ladies man, and he had no qualms about hurting them and their reputations. Many a woman had been slandered because of him. The fact that her father was now pushing her into his sights annoyed her to no end. He was hoping that she would be the one who would steal Lord Endymion's heart. Little did he know, that she had no interest of doing so. The only reason that she was even going to this event was to make her father happy.

That was it.

"Serena?" Her father knocked on her door, drawing her out of her thoughts. He was smiling at her. "You look absolutely wonderful, my darling daughter. I might have to have some of my men escort us tonight, just in case a line of suitors begin to pursue you."

She blushed at the compliment, "Father…" she warned, but couldn't help but smile at him. Her father was a sweet man, and had gone through many hardships trying to raise her by himself since her mother had died in childbirth. They were really close, which only made her question his motives that much more.

"I'm only kidding, Serena," he smiled warmly at her. " Are you ready then, my child? We shouldn't keep the Rockwoods and their guests waiting." He offered her his arm. She bit back a deep sigh and took it.

Hopefully, this night wouldn't be as horrible as she thought it was going to be.

"Announcing Lord Ken Salvatore and his daughter, Lady Serena!" A man by the top of the stairs literally screamed at the top of his voice. Serena winced, before she followed her father, gracefully, down the stairs. She felt all eyes upon her and she tried not to blush. She didn't like being the center of attention. It just wasn't her, but there was a certain gaze, she couldn't help but search for it, that wasn't like the others. When her eyes met his, she knew why. Lord Endymion Rockwood was staring at her like he had just found his next victim.

I hadn't expected to find Serenity lying in my bed, in a deep slumber when I had returned from reading the next day's death scrolls. But when I walked into the bedroom, there she was, looking like a complete angel…in the bed of the Devil. I wanted to approach the bed and touch that golden halo of hers to see if it was actually like silk, but I refrained from doing so. If she would waken while I was doing such an act, she would probably…hm…what was the word for it these days? Ah, yes. She would probably freak out.

I had sort of learned my lesson from earlier when I had assumed that she would have loved the dresses that I had picked out for her. She was not yet comfortable with being in hell, just yet. Even though a part of me was craving to have her fulfill one of her duties as my mistress. It had been almost three hundred years since I had last been with anyone in that way, since I hadn't been with anyone while I was with Lady Serena. But my first two hundred years of being the Devil had had its advantages, until it started to become just something I did to pass the time. For some reason, I stopped and haven't been with anyone since.

And it wasn't until right this second that I realized just how much I missed it. Self-control was not one of my strong suits and since I had found out from Kunzite that Serenity went by the nickname of Serena, I just had the strong desire to throw her against a wall and have my way with her. I had thought the chances of Serenity being my love Serena reincarnated a long shot. Sure, they looked a lot alike, and they even sounded a like, but what were the chances? But then we had gotten into that argument about the dresses, and she reminded me so much of Serena, I had to kiss her to find out if she was…

No. Stop thinking like that. If Serenity was Serena reincarnated, shouldn't she remember you, or have some sort of memories from that time? A part of me reminded myself, even though I could barely hear it over the feral growl that was rising in my chest, commanding me to pin her to the bed….

My fists clenched and I knew that I was going to have to find a different place to sleep that night. There was no way that I was going to be able to sleep in the same bed and keep myself from losing control. But she looked so peaceful sleeping there, I continued to watch her, knowing that I would be gone before she woke.

His laugh was evil and I knew that this was no longer the Endymion I had been dancing with previously in my dreams. Sure enough, as I took a step back to get a good look at him, I saw his face change. It was now paler and the raven-black hair was now platinum blonde that almost looked white. Before my very eyes, Endymion had transformed into Diamond. The icy blue gown that I had been wearing was gone as well. I was back in that skimpy black lingerie that I had been killed in. A shiver of fear ran through me and I knew that I had to run. Had to escape this madman and his lustful desires. But I couldn't move. I was frozen where I stood.

He continued to laugh and grabbed both my arms.

"Hello, my little whore," he whispered into my ear, causing another shiver to run through me. "Did you miss me? 'Cause I know that I missed you. At least being inside of you, dominating you. Making you scream my name as you come…"

I needed to run, but I had nowhere to go. Besides I was still frozen, and I watched helplessly as he picked me up with such ease and tossed me onto a bed. He threw my hands back into the handcuffs and unhooked my bra. I felt his erection against my stomach and I couldn't help but whimper. Of course he mistook it as a whimper of impatience.

"Don't worry, I'll be inside of you soon," he replied running his hands along the sides of my breasts, which were now exposed to his view. I opened my mouth and began to scream.

I sat up with a start, my eyes wide open and watering as if I had been crying and my hand clamped to my mouth. It took me a few seconds to realize that I had been dreaming that scene with Diamond, even though it had felt so real and I knew why. It was because I had already experienced the traumatic event, and no matter how hard I tried to make myself believe that I was strong, I really wasn't. I was still traumatized by what Diamond had done to me. I couldn't deny that, my subconscious was proof enough of this horrible realization. I tried to calm down, because I noticed that I was hyperventilating. I thought back to the dream before it had become a nightmare. I was dressed up and my name was Serena Salvatore and I hated a man named Endymion Rockwood, who reminded me so much of the Devil Endymion that I knew right now. But the problem was that that dream had felt even more realistic than the nightmare had. What did all of this mean?

In the midst of my nervous breakdown, I hadn't realized that there was someone else in the room with me. But as I heard someone clear their throat, I looked up in alarm to find the Devil himself standing with his arms crossed by the door to the room. I instantly felt myself gulp. Just how long had he been standing there, watching me sleep? Had he seen my freak out? He soon answered my question as he walked closer to the bed, a look of concern on his face.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

Yeah, that was the same question I was asking myself, and I knew the answer.

No.

Everything was not okay.

There was a gun pressed to his temple. He looked up at the man who was aiming the gun at his face in amusement. He had seen this coming since the man had first asked to meet with him in private earlier this evening. As he brought out drinks he noticed that the man didn't drink what was offered to him. This had caused him to watch the man carefully.

"Do you really think this is a smart idea, Andrew?" He asked the man.

"You killed her," the man replied, pressing the gun deeper into his temple. "You murdered, Serena, you son of a bitch!" This only caused him to laugh at Andrew's pain. It was obvious he had some attachment to the woman he had killed earlier that week, but he wasn't the only one. He himself had been thinking constantly of the blonde haired vixen he had fucked and then murdered. He had thought that it was because his conscious was getting the better of him and he felt bad about killing her, but he knew the real reason. He had never had such amazing sex, even though she hadn't really participated. He was regretting killing her now, for a whole different sort of reason…

"Stop laughing!" Andrew exclaimed near hysterics.

"Oh, you see I can't do that, Andrew, because you're wrong. I didn't just kill her. I also fucked her brains out, before I killed her."

"Bastard!" He watched as Andrew undid the safety and knew that his life was going to come to an end. Sort of fitting that it would come at the hands of his last kill. Serena really did get her revenge after all.

Andrew, without a second's hesitation, pulled the trigger and felt happy as he heard the hollow thud of Diamond's body hit the ground below. He was still smiling when the security for the hotel broke down the door and hauled him away.

Serena, his best friend, would finally get to rest in peace.