The sound of my alarm clock faintly beeping makes me open my eyes. I feel like shit, as if I didn't sleep at all last night. A faint knock at my door catches my attention.

"Jayy?" I hear Dahvie say quietly, "You up yet?"

My heart breaks a little at the sound of his voice, but I sit up and answer him.

"Yeah," I respond, "I'm up."

"We have to be at the studio in an hour," he reminds me.

"Ok," I say, be out in a minute.

Dahvie says nothing but I hear him walk away. I get out of bed and shed my clothes off. As much as I'm not looking forward to it, I have to go to the studio with Dahvie. Where we'll be alone. Together. My heart aches at the thought knowing how awkward it'll be; but it can't avoided. The only thing I hate just as much as upsetting Dahvie is upsetting our fans. No, fans isn't the right word. They're our family, and they mean just as much to me as Dahvie does. I find a pair of skinny jeans and pull them on, as well as a black tank top. I look in my mirror and tease my hair a bit. Satisfied with my appearance, I leave my bedroom and walk to the kitchen.

"Morning Jayy," Dahvie says as I walk in.

"Morning," I mumble, walking by to open the refrigerator.

"Did you sleep ok?" he asks me, obviously worried over what happened last night.

"Yeah," I lie casually, not wanting him to know how much his rejection has really hurt me.

"That's good," he says. I pull a bottle of Coke out of the fridge and close the door. I twist the top off and take a long drink.

"Is that all you're gonna have?" Dahvie asks me.

"Yeah," I say, twisting the top back on the Coke bottle, "I'm not that hungry."

"Ok then," he says picking up a banana and peeling it. He takes a bite and I look away. The last thing I need right now is to think dirty thoughts about the fact that Dahvie has something in his mouth. After he finishes, Dahvie throws the peel away and goes to get the car keys when his phone rings.

"Hello?" he says into it, "Oh hey man. Yeah, we're about to leave now, what's up?"

Dahvie stays silent for a minute while he listens to the voice on the other end, then speaks again, "Nah, don't worry about it. Just call us whenever you get the chance and we'll reschedule."

He clicks the phone off and looks at me.

"Who was that?" I ask him.

"Our manager," he tells me, "Something came up so he couldn't make it to the studio; we're gonna reschedule."

"Oh, ok," I say, somewhat relieved. It's not that I don't want to work on the album, but the thought of being around Dahvie for so long so soon after he's rejected me makes me a little uneasy.

"So what should we do now?" he asks me, "That is if you're up to anything."

I consider saying yes, but the hollow ache in my chest is a brutal reminder that allowing myself to be so close to him just hurts.

"Not really up for it," I tell Dahvie, "I'm probably gonna go back to bed. I'm still tired."

"Alright then," Dahvie says, "Then I guess I'll see you later."

"Wait where are you going?" I ask him.

"Mall," he answers, "Kinda in a shopping mood. That and a new shop just opened that I kinda want to check out."

"Alright then, have fun," I say and he leaves. I walk to my bedroom and lay down on my bed. I try desperately to get more sleep; but every time I close my eyes, I see Dahvie. My feelings really have the better of me as I feel tears start to run my face. It hurts so much to know that I can be this close to the only person I want; but know we'll never be more than friends. Nothing has ever hurt this bad before; I don't know if I can go on knowing that. Suddenly, I remember what Lucian said to me; that he can make Dahvie love me. I pick up the jacket I was wearing last night and pull Lucian's number out of the pocket. My mind's made up. I punch the number into my phone and it starts ringing. Out of nowhere the chorus of ACDC's Highway to Hell starts playing.

"I knew you'd call soon enough," a voice says from the shadows and Lucian steps out of them and silences the ringer on the phone he's holding. "Have you made your decision?"

"I have," I tell him, "And I'll agree to your terms."

"Very well then," he says, reaching a hand out to me, "Come closer so we can make up the contract."

I get up and approach Lucian cautiously and he takes my hand. Lucian's eyes go from red to coal black and he grows claws and fangs. He whispers something in an eerie language I don't understand and a hot wind starts to whip around us. Fear boils inside me as Lucian's gaze fixates on me and I feel his claws trace the palm of my hand. Pain runs over my palm as Lucian digs his claws in and crimson blood starts to run out at a steady pace. He does the same to his own hand, only instead of red blood as black as the night sky pours out. Lucian presses his injured hand against mine and I feel his blood mix with mine. It burns like hellfire and it takes every fiber of my willpower not to pull away from him.

"Shall we begin?" he asks and I nod, "Very well then. I, Lucian, demon of the Dark Prince Lucifer's ranks agree to assist this human in his pursuit of the one thing he desires most. State your name and desire, child."

"Jayy von Monroe," I say, "And I want Dahvie Vanity's heart to be mine and mine alone."

"In mixing blood I agree to fulfill this wish, and in return he promises his soul to me so that when fate wills him to die, he will join the ranks of hell for all eternity. Is this pact acceptable?"

"It is," I respond and the wind grows hotter, almost unbearable; then it just stops. The burn in my palm subsides and Lucian releases me from his grip. He curiously licks his raven blood from his hand and his eyes return to their crimson shade.

"I'm looking forward to doing business with you," he says darkly as he turns to leave, "We'll be in touch."

"Wait," I say and he stops, "When will Dahvie's emotions change?"

"Why, they already have, child," Lucian tells me.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask and he smiles eerily.

"You'll see soon enough."

With those words Lucian vanishes as if he was never there in the first place. I look down at my hand and see a faint scar from where Lucian's claws cut me; the only thing to make me believe that all this is real and not a weird dream or a figment of my imagination. I lay down and fall asleep almost instantly; all I can do now is wait for Lucian's deal to take effect.