Desire becomes Her

Chapter 1

…..One year later

Addison sat in a loud club in the upper balcony area on a couch surrounded by luxurious and expensive fabrics. Velvet Draped over the furniture and hanging from the ceiling, the VIP area of this club did not want for anything when it came to making the special spot of the club worth the status symbol. She wore a dark blue dress, slim-line that hugged her body and dropped low in the back, but ran straight across the front, pressing against her breasts and creating an acceptable amount of cleavage. She wore sapphires at her throat, and a bracelet on her right wrist. But what also graced her wrists was white gauze that covered the quarter sized holes through her limbs. These were the only apparent wounds on her body at the moment, save her feet, which were nestled uncomfortably into boots that went well with the short dress.

Lucian sat next to her, with his longish wavy brown hair and dark eyes; he wore an Armani suit, a Gucci watch on his wrist and a red tie. He had his arm around the back of the couch and across Addison’s shoulders; he leaned into his unhappy companion and whispered in her ear. "Go, have fun, we can stay here all night." His lips pressed against her ear, his thumb rubbing her bare shoulder as he spoke to her. Any other woman would be happy to be with a man as good looking as this one, but Addison only felt trapped. He was there, they were there so she could have fun but she didn't feel like having fun; she felt like running. But she gave a little smile, turning her head and shrugging her shoulder toward him.

"But why go have fun when I have someone like you by my side? Hmm?" She looked at two girls across from them. The two blonde-haired women with the fake t**s looked at her sideways. She played on this and turned her face and kissed him; the demon who had her trapped in his own world for his own selfish reasons. She was nothing but a possession for him, property to be done with as he pleased.

As she kissed him, his hand rose to grasp her shoulder, his skin burning hers, though it left no mark on her, she could feel the sting and pulled away slowly, red faced and looked at the two blondes who were now starring daggers at her. "Lucian, I think those two want your attention more than I do." she side glanced at them and then back at the man who was nearly on top of her he was sitting so close. "I'm going to get a drink downstairs. Have some fun why don't you.” He reluctantly let her shoulder go and watched her as she walked away from the couches and overstuffed chairs and down the iron and diamond plate stairs to the bar. The demon turned his attention to the two blondes across the way standing at a high top table and giving him pouty looks.

 "Ladies. Come; join me here on the couch."

"Won't your wife mind?" One of them quipped at him and he laughed.

"My wife, yes, I suppose you could say she would mind if I had one but no. Addison won't mind; I'm sure" The two girls, obviously friends, obviously there on money more than status grabbed their drinks and came to sit on either side of Lucian.

Addison took her time at the bar. Standing back at first and then leaning against it and making normal conversation with the bar tender before she ordered herself a martini. When she came back nearly 20 minutes later, Lucian had one girl on her back already, his hand moving up her leg, the other was sitting against the side of the couch, almost like she was in shock, but she was completely disheveled and Addison knew he had already had his way with her. "Lucian...do you mind?" She stared at him and he stopped, smiled at her.

"Okay, ladies, time is up." He got up and pulled the one he had been fondling to her feet, and then watched as the other struggled to get to her feet and they both walked away, holding hands in a complete daze. Addison handed him his drink and took her seat again beside him, crossing her legs and trying her best to ignore the fact that his tie was loose and his hair a mess from cheap painted fingernails running through it.

"You're a mess..." She looked at him, rolled her eyes and straightened his tie, pulled her own fingers through his hair, putting back it in place and then looked out over the railing to the dance floor which was throbbing with movement and beating with the thud of the music. Suddenly aware that she was still touching him, Addison pulled her hand from the back of his neck, where she had rested it after combing through his hair.

"You're the only one, Addison. Those two are just fun for me." She didn’t look at him as he nuzzled into her, like a lost child.

"I don’t care. What did you do to them, Lucian? What did you promise them?" He laughed when she asked the question.

"I didn't promise them anything. They had nothing but bad things to say about you though. I just gave them what they were after.” The relationship between the two was awkward at most, and strange. With a high demon trying to win over a mortal who reminded him so much of the woman who had caused him to lose his wings; and the woman who was considered a saint to some, a fanatic to others and was now the prize winnings of a man who had nothing but lust for her. Lust that he so blindly attributed to love. Something no thing of evil could ever feel; though he saw nothing but her. He was obsessed with her. So much so that he was blinded by the fact that she was not happy and never would be in his grasp. Addison gave a sigh, her body relaxing against his and watched the people around her. After a while, he nudged her to get up, go have fun.  

When she woke the next morning, she realized she had drank too much, and remembered she had gotten into a crowd of people doing things she hadn't done in years. It had felt good to be high again, to have no control, to be with people who were just as lost as she was. But it didn't matter where she was now, because the hangover was still nearly unbearable, and she was still in Hell. Why Lucian had let her do that, she didn't know, and she wished he had stopped her.

Now, she sat in his great hall. She had no idea who he was torturing and she didn't bother to ask. He was not using the chains as he so loved to, but instead had these tiny creatures poking and prodding at it. Piercing its soulless skin and tugging at his limbs. When they caught his mouth with a hook and let it tear into his cheek and out again she put her hand to her mouth and closed her eyes. She felt his hand on her knee, his thumb caressing the bare skin and he leaned over, reaching as far as he could to kiss her cheek and her neck as he pushed her dark hair from her eyes. She was leaning away from him, her elbow on the opposite arm of the chair, she felt sick. She looked at him.

 "Why do I have to sit here and watch this, Lucian?” She took in a slow breath and bit her cheek; eyes squeezed shut as a little black leathery thing poked the soul’s eye out, literally skewering it on his finger and pulling it from the socket. He gave out a sigh, though a smile was still on his face as his eyes glanced from the scene in front of them and back to Addison. Pushing her hair from her face again, fingers curled it around her ear so it no longer hid the part of her face he wanted to see.

"To remind you of what I am and what I can and will do to you if you upset me.”

Shifting her weight, she leaned toward him now as he leaned into her, kissed her ear and down her neck again; that sweet spot she so loved. She swallowed hard and looked toward him. When she went to get up and leave the room he grabbed her wrist, pressed down so hard she yelled out and sat back down. "We are almost finished here and then you can leave. But not before."

She looked down, trying to tune out what she was hearing. He had mingled his fingers with hers and pulled her hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it softly. "Please, let me go." He ignored her, and a smile crept to his lips as the soul was torn in two. The killer's soul disappeared; to return to the pit and be tortured for eternity. When all was done, he walked Addison out of the hall, his hand still grasping hers. She tried to move in the opposite direction. He pulled her with him. "Let me go, Lucian. I don't want to go with you today."

"You'll come with me whether you like it or not." He tugged at her arm again. She pulled her free hand back and smacked him, hard on the side of his face. He stopped a moment and looked at her, blank faced and she realized the mistake she had made. His hands on her shoulders; he slammed her against the wall, her head banging against it, one knee separating her legs, pressing against the wall between to make it near impossible for her to get away from him easily. "So defiant my dear Addison,” His hands squeezed her wrists, pinning her arms against the wall. She winced, but only screwed her face up in anger. The more she struggled, the harder he pushed down on her arms. He let go just enough for her to fight, only to slam her against the wall again. “You embarrassed me last night. I take you out, I let you have fun, and you come back to me f****d up, and useless.” He stared at her, waiting for a response. But all she did was stare back at him.

"Why can't you just let me go, Lucian? I don't want to be part of this anymore, I want to go home."

"You are home, Get used to it." He let go, and walked in the other direction, he had other business to attend too. Most people were dead when they experienced hell. But not her.