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Hush little baby, cry yourself to sleep
Mommas underwater and daddy’s in too deep
Police men say she was held down
Forensics say she wasn’t drown
Sleep my angel, rest your tiny head
Don’t think of it for he’ll soon be dead
The reaper watches him from the dark
No one will care for he bares murders mark
You’ll be taken but don’t you regret
For the piper takes children don’t forget
When you grow you will see
The world is nothing you’d imagine it to be
Good bye my child say your parting word
Because this is the last time you’ll be heard
Your flame will soon go out
But no one will come if they hear you shout
Darling life is a precious thing
But this is how it ends for a human being
Murder, lies, and blood of every kind
This is what the dead finds in earths bind…
Good bye my child…Forgive me for my sin….
But it seems this battle not even you can win….

Prologue
“Welcome class today we will begin with a review quiz since it nears the end of the year.” Mister Malcolm said immediately after the finally bell rang in the halls. “Uh...Book away Samantha, test taking time is now. Read it later.” Samantha groaned as her teacher looked at her reading ‘Beastly’ by Alex Finn. She was in no mood for a test that was for certain. She was a 16 year old driving high school student now. But that didn’t stop her from doing what she had always done…Mouthing off… “I’ll take the test in spirit as I read me book. How does that sound to you?” Her teacher gave her that ‘Smart a**….’ Look and handed her the paper going on to the next student. She couldn’t help what she was thinking as she walked into his classroom…Did it work? Who actually knew…They told her to stay home a few days just in case it went into effect during her time awake. But she decided to really not listen to those idiots, why would she listen to the people who destroyed her life? Eh…She’d complain to them like always later. But as she picked up her pencil she felt the sudden shock almost as if lightning shot through her spine knocking her out completely. But the position she was sitting in made her head fall into her arms on the desk almost as if she was asleep. Doing as teachers did he walk over calling her name to wake her up. But when he put a hand on her shoulder…He felt a shock of his own falling to the floor, the students screamed and ran to get help. That’s when the real tragedy began for the both of them….




Chapter One
“You’re pissing me off really fast Mister Malcolm.” The voice warned as the darkness cleared. There stood an almost see through vision of Samantha. “Get up will you? If a psychic or someone with a sixth sense passes by they’ll see you lying there and come over to talk to us. Now get up, you’ll draw attention.” The slender gold haired male rouse from the floor almost as if he had been stricken over the head and lost all strength. “W-What happened?” She seemed to get even more annoyed and shake her head. “Welcome to the England of the 1800’s. Today’s date is 1888.” He seemed to give a nervous laugh. “Heh, this is a joke right? You guys didn’t like the reports I made you do so this is pay back isn’t it?” She looked even more annoyed. “Yeah we all have enough money to buy a hologram disk, that’s why I’m translucent. Now find yourself a body before you start screaming. I’ll explain it to you then.” She looked around at the people in old clothing walking the streets. She finally seemed to keep her eyes on a women walking elegantly with a male. Her eyes darted over to her teacher. “Those two, we’ll use those two.” Just as she started to walk something caught her eye. “Come, we have to hurry! You’re wasting my time with stalling now let’s go!” Grabbing his arm rather violently she sprinted towards the pair shoving her teacher forward to what would have caused him to slam into the male…But he didn’t. Blinking he looked in front of him. The male was gone…And so was his student! He searched until he saw the women the male had been with dusting off the bottom of her long dress. “Excuse me miss, have you seen a-“She turned at him and narrowed her emerald eyes to the same irritated gaze his student gave to him before she vanished. Then the caramel brown flooded into the emerald eyes only to vanish as he blinked. She reached the long slender female hand as if it was her own and dusted off the old fashioned dress and tried to clean herself off after helping him up. She couldn’t tell what he was looking at but he seemed to be staring at her. “It’s rude to stare you know Mister Malcolm…” He kept his wide, now blue green, eyes on her still. “So stop doing it before I decide to smack you!” She said rather aggressively. Raising the fist he jumped and back some. She just rolled her eyes putting hand back to her side. “Don’t act like a scared puppy, act like a man.” She commented walking up to the frightened man and grabbing his arm in a tight fierce grip. “Stop shaking I’m not going to hurt you, no matter how much you annoy me. That’s not what I’m here for anyways, I’ve got a job to do…” She looked to see the glowing ball of orange and yellow going down and down by the minutes. “It’s getting dark…Let’s find a place to stay for now well we’re here. You need a safe place to sit or sleep we’ll I’m working.” He tugged on his arm but the force seemed almost as if a 200 pound body builder was holding onto him, but it was only what looked to be a 20 or 21 year old women…or his 16 year old student. “Stop tugging…I’ll explain when we find a place…” He looked at her finally catching his voice that seemed to have run away in pure terror of this strange event. “W-What’s going on?” He said and she rolled her eyes. “We’re finding a place to stay that’s what…now help me find a sign that says ‘Inn’ or ‘Hotel’…” She searched put the hug on her sleeve made her look to the rather…pitiful man who was pointing to the gold lettered wooden sign about a block down from them. “Good work, looks like even the helpless can be rather helpful don’t you say?” She grinned brightly and kept her grasp on him dragging him down the block on his heels flipping a gold bracelet around her finger with the same grin but this time darker. She let go of him once they were inside of the Inn’s lobby area. “ ‘Ello Miss, how may I be of service?” The rather old and grey haired women said with a bright shimmery smile. Walking up to the counter she whispered something in the women’s ear slipping the gold bracelet across the counter to the women’s hands. Pointing her thumb at the male once the women backed away a bit and spoke again, rather surprised actually. “God bless you darlin’ take what ever room ya like.” Samantha nodded with a faint smile looking at her former teacher gazing out the window at all the people passing by. Samantha grabbed his shirt sleeve again and dragged up the old rickety stairs until they came to the wall of doors. “Find one you like…I’m picking out mine.” You could hear the clinks of her heels going down the hall and the opening of the doors that really needed oiling on there hinges. Stopping at a room down the hall she stepped inside this one unlike the others and looked at everything from the bed, to the table, to the floor. “I’ll be taking room 9 Misses Charles.” She yelled down the halls and Mister Malcolm jumped at the sudden loud noise. “I-I’ll take room 6.” He said in a rather shaky voice. The old women could be heard climbing up the stairs and went to the open doorway of room 6 where Samantha met her with a hand on her hip and all her weight on her left foot. The women handed her two keys. Throwing her teacher the gold colored one she put the silver one down the opening on the top of her dress. “You expect an explanation now don’t you?” She asked and he nodded rather afraid to find out what happened. Walking into the bedroom slamming the door and locking it behind her she took the chair from his desk and but it as if she was going to face away from him but instead she just sat in it sideways and laid her head on her hands. “I’m what you’d call a ‘Murder Maiden’.” She said looking at him and he didn’t seem to know what she meant at all. “I’m employed…or rather much forced to go from era and century to century by Lord Lucifer of hell…It’s my job to fix the things that go wrong on the time line no matter what it is, certain deaths that must be committed, murders that need to be done, anything that must be put into history must be accounted for by me. I’m to make sure nothing goes wrong and I’m also to make sure no one messes it up. Oh and before you start throwing holy water on me and calling me a Satanist, me and the guy don’t get along. And I didn’t get to turn down this job, I was chosen at birth and forced into it starting at the age of 12 when I was finally able to do things on my own…” Samantha looked at him a bit strangely at first with a heavy sigh. ”You…I don’t even know how you got involved with this. Your no where near a Murder Maiden and your not a guardian so I don’t know how you even got involved in this…We’re going to have to ask, but we can’t do it tell we get back. For now I’ve got to make sure Jack the Ripper gets all his kills done before the clock strikes midnight and the police catch him. He’s gotta pull off his duet murder tonight and I’ve gotta make sure it gets done…” She got off the chair sliding it under the desk once more and it made a horrible screeching sound. “So…Any questions class?” She asked with a rather bright smile clasping her hands together. Her teacher looked like he was about to have a heart attack…”What? Was it something I said?” She asked and then…he fainted…”Oh dammit no!” She said watching him fall back on the bed unconscious. She seemed to almost panic as he did this and looked out at the sky from his window to see that the moon was starting to come up. It was taking to long but she had to get help. Running down the stairs and almost breaking her neck Samantha ran to the kitchen to warn the old women. Then she went off into the night like a western cowboy riding off into the sunset… Only this one wasn’t saving lives…it was destroying them…

♥…Chapter One End…♥
Chapter Two
The fog was as thick as glass as Samantha snuck out the back door and ran out into the cold dark empty streets of London. Tonight was the double event…It was September 30th, the night Miss Elizabeth Stride and Miss Catherine Eddowes would breath their last breath…In a pure terror… Samantha had changed her clothes, now lighter she had the ability to run. The clicking of the heels and the male’s old fashioned suit didn’t fit together so well but it was as light as she could get and she needed to be able to get to the killer before the police did. She tied her hair back with string, since ponytails weren't used back then, and wore the hat on her head holding onto it as she made a sharp turn almost breaking her ankle well doing so. Finally finding Burner Street in the White Chapel area she had to make haste or the killer would get caught. Then the sign for Dutfield’s yard where the body was found caught her eye. She quietly slid into the shadows of the street not to take risk of getting her borrowing body killed. There were no more noises as she walked through the grass and watched the male take out one of the kidneys and part of the womb of his beloved victim. “Now, now Mister Ripper…You must make haste…The police have caught onto your trail and you have yet another murder to commit tonight do you not?” The male quickly turned around and she stepped out from the shadows looking at the organs he carried in his hands. “Pretty pieces of art you have there…but everything is nicer in pairs don’t you think?” Picking up the knife he walked towards her after dropping the organs. “Oh my Mister Ripper do I smell blood lust on your breath…Good, then this will be easy for me to do.” As he went to go stab down at her she grabbed his arm with amazing strength yanking it forward throwing him out into the street. “You work for me Mister Ripper…As for I work for Lord Lucifer of Hell…Who we all know answers to our marvelous hell keeper…” She yanked him up from the streets concrete floors. As she brought him up her green eyes dissolved into blood red ruby’s which she stared him in the eyes so he could get a taste of where he’d end up as soon as the police caught him. Sucked in by the vision his body went motionless as he stared into her eyes. The sight was terrifying. The red flames shot up burning your skin and monsters of all kinds dug their nails deep into your skin tarring at your bones and clawing deep down to touch your organs, tarring them out of your body and laughing at your screams. Drowning in a lake of blood where your worst nightmares came to life. But as he saw hell, she saw what was making him stay…Another Murder Maiden…A rouge one at that. “So your being controlled by one of my own…You mortals are pathetic.” She dropped him so he landed backwards. Now go kill Catherine Eddowes, have her body placed in Mitre square before they find her body…” He got up but even with a murderer like him theirs always a weakness…and hell wasn’t a very fun place to see. She turned back to the empty field. “Come out; come out where ever you are my dear rogue…” She called looking around the field and past the mutilated body. “Watch yourself little girl you might not be able to take down what you’re calling out…” The deep voice said making Samantha turn to see who it was. But there was nothing there...Turning back around a large male in almost a body builder type exterior picked her up off the ground by her throat. Almost gasping for breath she reached for the shiny handle of the blade she put in the suit pocket. Pulling it out it looked like a large piece of diamond but it was jagged and a bit flat as if it was a blade. It shimmered in the moonlight and glimmered through the fog. But the shining caught the eye of her attacker, luckily she struck first making him let go of her so she could catch her breath. The blood on the blade seemed to somehow seep into the center of it making it look like it had some sort of a ruby core. “Heh…I’ll take you on...” She said swallowing with huffs instead of regular breathing. He went to go grab her again but with a sharp step she moved slashing at his side with the blade. “You rogues are always going up and screwing up my time line, you just can’t leave it alone can you?” He gave a small growl, almost like a tiger. “That blade…You are the hired help of Lucifer?” He said seeing the blood core grow with each bit of blood that touched it. She gave a big smirk. “You know it Rougey, so what do I call you? All brawns no brains? How about big stupid-. “He smashed her into a wooden fence crushing her a bit before she made another slice. “Come on, try again.” She laughed and well she did that, he threw her over the wooden fence, she was going to break the shell of a body she was wearing if she didn’t get out of there. But she had to keep fighting…If she didn’t she’d be forced to fix it later. Getting back to her feet she made a sharp blow to the rouges head as he turned the corner of the fence. Throwing him back his body just being thrusted back made the sound of a car crash of two semi-trucks. She only had the dagger that trip…she’d need more blood of his to make it have any effect on him at all…As the male charged at her leaning forward she saw her opening to cause a wound and made a jump up so she landed on his back and sliced down as she jumped off. This caused a back injury which would slow him down a bit, since injuries like that for a Murder Maiden or a Murder Master were common their bodies became stronger and cuts like that seemed like a p***k on a needle. She turned around but not fast enough. She was shoved into the brick wall using a piece of wood with broken nails in it. Luckily they weren’t rusty or and infection would kill off her shell. Feeling the stabbing from the nails on her torso she used the sharp heels to kick him backwards giving her a chance to rip the nail and board off of her body and smash him in the head with it. It was like a death match between two fighters, they used what they could and wouldn’t stop tell one of them was gone. But since she was using her shell to fight so she could reserve power for the trip home she didn’t have much of an upper hand. Thanking Lucifer in her head for giving her the crystal blade before she was sent off to this blood bath. Striking him as he pulled the nailed board out of his head he fell backwards. He quickly came back with a large punch knocking her back and into the wall. This was murdering her shell; she’d need a few days to recover. “Come on Barbie give me another good one like that.” She said jumping on her hands to recover from the fall forward then doing a quick front flip kick right into his jaw with the sharp heels cutting into it. “Aw, don’t you look adorable, Ken’s gonna love the new look.” She felt jagged pain through her arms and they seemed to almost vibrate like a beeper going off. She was in immense pain at that moment. She’d have to retreat soon or she’d kill the shell and it would take for ever to find one in the same wave length again. But she actually may have a chance. The dagger had absorbed enough blood to give her enough strength do a rather different move. Cutting herself on the arm that was already weak she held the blood dripping knife in front of her. “R-Reaper S-Summoning…” She stuttered the commanded gazing deeply into the crimson cored blade. It’s shining center now showed a different persons reflection that she didn’t know. The hooded reaper stood behind her and she removed the knife from her eyes. Looking towards him she pointed to the rouge. “T-Target A-Acquired.” She stuttered and a nod came from the dark figure. Black, eerie energy radiated off of him as he stepped forward. The reaper made a slice at the giant and after a few shots the rouge and the employed were both in the same condition. But she’d have to get away now, the sun was coming up but it needed to go faster. She’d have t0 use the little power she had left with the dagger’s core. “Time…skip…” She said in pain and the area around the Murder Maiden and the Murder Master seemed to speed up. The cops went past them, the sun started to rise…The murders had been committed…one left…But she’d have to take care of the rouge first. Using what was left of the shell’s strength she made a run for it, the Rouge wouldn’t come after her. He’d want to make sure the next one didn’t happen first, and he was in no condition to continue the fight… Returning to the hotel’s back door the dense fog had dissolved in the morning dew and shimmer. The creaking of the old door was the last thing she heard before she passed out on the musty kitchens wooden floor with a small bang. Exhaustion and damages had knocked her out before she even made it upstairs…



♣…Chapter Two End…♣
Chapter Three
Do you miss your life…One of fine spring mornings outside planting tulips and daisies…The winters of building snowmen and retreating inside for hot chocolate? Do you miss the times of youth and innocence that you once endured? The beauty and grace of the soft velvety dress decorated with a small purple rose and white lace trimming? Do you miss all of that? How do you handle being who you are? Living with yourself…You’re a monster, a Satan worshipper, a disgrace to human life…How do you take being who you are? How do you do it…My sweet young Samantha…The one who gave it all just to be hated…How do you do it?
I’d rather be hated then be invisible...at least when I’m hated they know I actually exist…I regret nothing…But do you regret my choice…My dear friend…?
The voice in her head played like someone rewinding a tape and playing it over and over again. It was fast at first but slowed down letting her register it’s questions and information it asked. She knew who she was talking to…That voice was the same one she grew to know…to love. But no one but the two involved knew that. Her eyes opened only to see the pale ceiling above her and the comforter over her sore, bruised and battered body. When going to touch her head it was stopped by a cold wet rag. “Ah, Deary you’re awake.” Mrs. Charles said walking in with a wooden bucket of water that she set next to the bed. Taking the rag off of the girls head the old women ringed it out in the bucket and then soaked it once more folding it into the rectangle that sat on Samantha’s forehead. “Where’s Mister Malcolm?” She asked sitting up, but only a bit because her arms pained when she used them as a small boost upwards. “Oh, the young man went to go get groceries. He knew you weren’t feeling well so also went to the best soup shop in town to get you some broth.” The brightened voice made the beat up girl give a surprised look. “Really? How long have I been asleep?” The women sighed. “You’ve been asleep almost a month Deary…He hasn’t left your side except for getting food that we could give you without you having to chew….” Samantha jumped a bit. “A month? No…Wait its November?” The women nodded. “Good…What is the date?” Mrs. Charles was a bit surprised at the sudden interest in time. “It’s the 6th…November 6th, 1888…” Going deep into thought she as the women talked of her concussion and suddenly falling ill. “Ill…I wasn’t sick before…He isn’t…No…” She looked to the side at the dagger. “Isaiah the Infector…” She spat the name out of her mouth getting up still extremely weak, picking up the dagger she looked to see the bright sunlight over her body. The blue and black bruises covered her body and face. Such despair crossed it only to be covered up by the neutral look she always seemed to get. Such a distant and lonely look, never to be replaced with a smile…Only murderous grins and looks of annoyance. Her breath became short as she looked at the body. Would you still love me…Even in this condition? She spoke quietly to herself looking her bandaged hands over. The fabrics around them were crimson stained. Then the voice once more returned to her head. I was always love you… It spoke softly as if they were right next to her. Hearing the footsteps up the stairs she walked to the doorway. “How did you get money…?” She asked looking at him as he carried a burlap sack full of items on his shoulder and a wooden crate in his arms. “I…I found some gold under you in the kitchen…” Her teacher stated a bit surprised. She seemed surprised. “I…I thought I ran out of demon gold…How did it get there?” She asked looking at her bandaged and dressed body. The silky white dress sat at her sides. “It was a gold beaded bracelet…I split it up into pieces and used it to buy goods well you were asleep…” She looked at the window once more. “I have 2 days tell my next battle…I need to heal myself…” She took the knife and went to leave only to be stopped by Mister Malcolm. “You’re in no condition to even be walking, go back to bed…You can’t fight anymore.” She picked him up by the collar and moved him aside. Her arms trembled…”I’m leaving to go heal myself…or the shell at least…I need to contact Lucifer, do you know where a graveyard is Misses Charles?” She asked as the trembling started to stop. “St. Mary Matfelon has a churchyard…” The women trembled, the devils apprentice would come to the world and arise once more and walk among the living…”Good…then I’ll be on my way…” Was all she said before grabbing the male’s suit jacket off of the chair and made a run for it, it would be dark soon and she had opponents to take down. “This must be it…” She said looking at the large church building, pretty…for a church that is. Walking to a grave stone she pricked her finger on the knife and smeared the words ‘Infusco animus suscitatio ex suum profundus dormio’ which was Latin for ‘Blackened souls awakened from their deep slumber’. The fog began to roll in and thicken right before her very eyes. “Summoning me are we? Samantha I thought we agreed to only have a professional relationship.” A dark deep voice laughed. A dark figure moved in the shadows of the large church and then vanished. “Shut it Lucifer…I barley want anything to do with you, let alone that…” Another laugh came from the shadows and this time it seemed to chime as it echoed through the lonely graves. “Tsk, Tsk Samantha…Always so negative…You were never this nasty to-“ His voice was cut off by a shout as she searched the shadows for the moving man. “Shut up! Do you want this job finished or not!? Now just fix me and give me Alexandria!” She shouted finding the moving shadow and throwing the crystal knife towards it. A long pale hand grasped the handle of the knife and the handle of a bright gleaming sword version of her dagger. It glimmered violently in the bright golden moonlight. “Your vessel is almost torn apart…who are you fighting?” The long black hair flowed to his shoulders then stopped…His eyes were gold like the sun in the morning. The expensive, yet Victorian, suit slipped past his sides like the tails of his suit coat. Its crimson color fit in with his rather creepy aura, but his face was beautiful…but a demon is supposed to be pretty…that’s how they lure their pray into a trap… “Isaiah the Infector…He made me ill for at least a month, which is why I need the sword. Being around him to long will eat up both my, and the vessels, aura. Now heal my body before I pass out from exhaustion…” The rather tall black haired male walked over to her touching her arm lightly and it stopped trembling. He them touched the side of her face lightly and before he could lean in against her will she felt healed and moved backwards now able to walk correctly. “I only love him…Not you…Not his majesty role life ruiner…no one but him…” She said looking to the cold wet grass that seemed to fade from site in the thick fog. Her voice was faded and she stepped back away from the male. “It says nothing in my contract about having to listen to you for any other reasons besides for my mission assignments. I refuse to help you anymore…” Her expression was of pain, but it was a heart ache…not a body ache. “You don’t dare use his name for if you use it…you use it in vain! He’ll be a better person then you ever will…” Walking through the fog she walked up so their faces were close. “Don’t you dare try to say a god damn word about him…He could slit my throat and I’d still love him more then you…” She spat the words at him grabbing the large sword from his hand with a tug. Her words burned him more then the slash of the beautiful crystal blade to a Murder Maiden…Samantha Cromwell …Was the only girl he’s ever wanted, and she wanted another that didn’t want her…That’s why he never wanted a girl to do the job, the last one did the same thing to him. He watched her make a run for it, the blade in her hand as she ran through the streets of London making a faint trail of tears. “Damien my love…You’ll be mine once again soon enough…” She cried softly on her way back to the buildings back door. Wiping the eyes she made a slam of the door only to be greeted by her teacher and Mrs. Charles. The first thing Mister Malcolm did was try to comfort her, only to be pushed away as she went up the stairs to go rest. “Murder maidens don’t cry…” She spoke leaving her head in the fluffy plaid pillow. “Murder Maidens don’t cry !” She cried slamming the fist into the bed over and over again. That’s when the chime of the bell from the front door rang. Hearing it the two downstairs went to go see a male’s silhouette go up the wooden stairs and to hear the door to room 9 slam. When they went to go open it the door wouldn’t budge, but on the other side of the door…The male with the gleaming br0wn eyes that stopped the tears of the girl when she looked to see who sat on the side of bed. The cleanly brushed brown hair of the glittering male had a light touch by the slender shaking hand. Taking the hand in his own he held her close to him. He smelled of roses and death, the two things she grew to know best in her life. She started to shut her eyes as she was warmed by the old fashioned suit and the warm human body underneath it. She felt so relaxed with him there…But he didn’t love her, this was his way of comforting her. She leaned back to lay down on the soft pillow to drift off in a gentle sleep. For the rest of the night…Her dreams were pure and her aura was gold…














◘…Chapter Three End…◘
Chapter Four
The next morning she woke up to see no one next to her…I knew it…He left…She thought to herself before looking up to see him holding a big wooden tray with food and drinks on it. “Good morning…” He said looking at her and setting the tray down by her. “Damien…” She said obviously surprised. “What are you surprised about?” He asked looking at her not knowing what was wrong. “Why are you still here…?” She asked looking at him confused. “Because you need me still…” He said looking towards her then stopping well picking up the plate of food for her. “Why…Why do you keep fighting, you’ve had several chances to get out of your contract but you haven’t taken a single one…Why not?” He asked looking at her with the cold blue green eyes. They shimmered like icicles in the winter when the sun shined down upon them, but these didn’t drip no matter how much heat was put on them. Damien didn’t cry…The first thing that crossed her mind wasn’t ‘Yeah, why didn’t I?’ it was ‘Because I had too…’ She slowly spoke. “I have family…and friends in this world…Their not all pretty, or not all smart. But the love me, even with this burden to bear. They will always love me…I don’t do it to protect my world; I do it to protect theirs… To protect their hopes and dreams so they can one day grow into a beautiful new life that I hope never wilts…I do it for them…” He stared at her and set down the plate walking over and placing a long slender arm around her neck pulling her close again for a fragile embrace. “Samantha-“Mister Malcolm was coming to talk to her when he saw the two and before anything could be said Damien kicked the chair he was sitting on at the door so it slammed. Samantha laid her wrists on his shoulders and pulled him close. Moving the door open again the two had stopped and were sitting together. “Samantha…I’ve got a few questions for you…Would you come downstairs?” Mister Malcolm asked with a rather bright smile. She nodded going into the kitchen. “Who is he?” The male said looking rather angry. “That’s Damien…” He shook his head. “No, I mean who is he? He’s not another murder maiden is he?” She shook her head. “He’s a time lord. He can travel from time to time as he pleases.” The male looked confused. “Well then how did he find you?” She sighed now knowing he was going to drain her for information. “He followed my Aura signature. And before you ask what an Aura signature is, an Aura signature is a like a finger print on people. It can be traced through your aura. Now an Aura pattern is what allowed us to take these bodies. Not everyone has a different Aura pattern. Sometimes they are just similar enough that if you combined it with yours neither of you will get hurt. Now he traced my Aura signature. Anything else you want?” He looked at her and nodded. “Why is he here…” She looked at her teacher and sighed. “Because…I summoned for him subconsciously….” Mister Malcolm shook his head almost in disappointment. “Don’t you have a problem with that?” She asked before getting up and looking towards him looking annoyed. “No…” He stated leaving the room with a slam of the creaking back door. He was lucky it wasn’t glass, or it might have busted. She got up and went up the stairs more slowly then usual and walked to her room. He was still sitting in the chair, right next to where she had been asleep. His face looked so emotionless and hard, yet when he looked over to see her in the door it melted like ice almost as if she sent a heat wave over him. He got up walking over to her with a creaking noise that came out of each step he took. When he finally reached her at the door he put a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll stay here and help you fight Isaiah if you wish…” He said looking slightly worried under the cold face he seemed to build over himself again. “No…” She commented looking so ashamed of herself for some reason…She did all she could what did she have to be ashamed of? She was ashamed that she needed help to do the job she was given. That was what she was ashamed of herself for, they chose her and yet she can’t even do the job…”Samantha, please just let me stay and help a bit.” She moved backwards. “No, I can do it Damien. I don’t need you getting hurt!” She seemed angry as she spoke the words that made him jump. “I don’t want to lose you…” He commented to her walking up and pulling her into an embrace. “I’d never want to lose you, but you keep pushing yourself until your right on death row. Please…Allow me to assist you.” He pleaded and she seemed to finally give in. “Fine…” She said finally giving in to his pleads. He looked at her with almost a smile as she grabbed the shimmering crystal sword and walked towards the back door. The sun was going down now, when they said the witching hour was before dawn they didn’t know that the Maiden’s Masquerade was during Midnight. If she has to she’ll fight during the blue hour, but that’s only when she was forced. The darkness swarmed her feet like the mist, almost devouring her shoes so they couldn’t be seen again. “Think we can trace him by his Aura signature…?” Damien thought for a minute to see if tracing the rogue by his aura was even possible. “I think we can…” He stated looking out into the foggy distance. “This fog might hide some of it though, that’s probably why he chose this place. The fog is so thick that it might just hide his aura trail.” She nodded a bit walking off towards the once battle ground of the death match that was between her and the rogue. He dashed past her at high speed waiting for her as if it was a race and he was rubbing it in her face that he was first with a devish grin on his face. She seemed a bit surprised but the same evil grin appeared on her face taking off to run right past him and down the back alleys of White chapel, London. She took off down the street racing to get in the lead with him as he caught up to her heels. Turning the sharp corner to get back to the court yard he almost stumbled but she yanked on his sleeve to pull him back into the race. The body was gone so the people wouldn’t see it and Damien looked at the field that smelled of blood and it was luminescent, but of darkness not light. She looked over at him as his eyes faded from there usual color to a light purple almost amethyst. He looked at every aura trail then the one that seemed so different from the others and almost dripped of blood and parasites. “I’ve got it…” He commented looking at her with the beautiful purple eyes. They made him look so creepy, but she was the creeper herself making her attracted to that trait in him. Her eyes met his and she seemed to turn back into her teenage girl self as she looked him over until he made her snap out of it by speaking. “We’re here to find the killer; I’ll show you how the world works later.” He said with a hint of seduction in his voice and a matching smile. She nodded running after him as they followed the aura trail through Damien’s eyes. He led them quickly to an abandoned warehouse. “Ready to go crash the part?” He asked as she got the cool grin that slipped over her face in an instant. “Oh doll I’m going to show him how my world works.” She said as he seemed a bit surprised for some reason she was acting so much more different with this enemy. She walked straight through the big door and let the light shine down on him and the sword. “O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?” She said looking around the dusty warehouse that looked like it hadn’t been used in years. The deep threatening voice finally responded and it echoed at a deeper pitch. “Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?” He said as Damien finally found the source of the disgusting aura. “He’s there…on the rafters.” He said pointing to the ceiling an a large muscular males shape with glowing red eyes sat on a beam. “Good…Come on Romeo come give Juliet a kiss!” She said stepping forward and pointing at him with the large blade that glimmered even in the darkness. The figure jumped off the beam shaking the ground and almost splitting in beneath his feet. She was going on to the final battle of a life time and this time she had a reason to fight, and more then one chance. Her golden aura turned to a deep red for blood lust and she got a murderous grin all over her face, she truly became twisted during the days on the job. The glitter of the blade increased as her grin did. The grip on it tightened knowing she’d have to give this one a little more effort then all other ones she’s taken down before. She looked so twisted and seemed to make Jack the Ripper seem like a school girl in comparison. She waited with her eyes shut and the grin plastered all over her face, she looked anything but sane at those moments.



♣…End of Chapter Four…♣
Chapter Five
As he went to go for the attack she opened the eyes that flooded with the blood of the innocent and she threw the blade forward slicing his arm almost clean off. A horrible blood hurtling scream came from his mouth ands she had the look of a killer written all over her. “Now…Now you’ll taste the real power of our prison!” She said gaining more speed then professional runners throwing the blade at him again and he got cut but went back with a punch throwing her into the wall making a dent in the wood almost breaking it. “Show me…Show me all you’ve got and make your final night an honorable one!” She said with a laugh you’d only see from those of an asylum. “Er…You won’t kill me so easily maiden!” He shouted throwing another punch to get himself throw to the side by her newly found force. She took a walk forward as he got up off the ground he dented. “L-Lucifer picked you for a reason…Your aura has the luminosity of an Inferred light… You lust for blood and physical needs…” He said making the eyes narrow but the grin stayed the same. “Yes…But not with you.” She said slicing him again with the crystal blade as all the blood seeped to the core and it grew larger by the slice. She licked a dripping bit of blood off her blade and smirked. “Your blood tastes good…Give me more…I said give me more!” She laughed like a mad man running at him again to get throw to the side with a large bang once the building sides seemed to gain dents. She moved her body out of the way as he went to go for another bone shattering hit into her shell. The movements could be seen in all sorts of different cultural displays. She made a twirl as if a ballerina and then a sharp kick into his jaw like from karate. Her crimson eyes showed hell in every glance, there was nothing but hell in them. The large body builder threw her towards the ceiling with a crash as she landed on a beam. The eyes of his attacker averted from the ceiling to his structure on the floor. He made a dart for an area she couldn’t see but it was too late she had made a lock and confirm on her target summoning an even mightier force then the reaper. She was getting bored of the game this maiden played and she was getting bored of it real fast. The blood glowed and almost bubbled in the empty spaces of the sword. “Adveho meus abyssus hound. Ostendo lemma vox of eternus odium quod ligatio.” She spoke the Latin words in such vain and hatred as she practically spat them out of her mouth. “What?!?” he almost yelled as the room seemed to almost become shrouded in darkness. There was a huge smash against what looked to be an eternal darkness of despair and agony. She could only keep it out for a few moments...But she summoned Cerberus the guardian of the first gate to hell. There were supposed to be 8 levels but a 9th was created as a meeting ground for the maidens and guardians to talk to the head demon himself. It was a rather pretty place but you were forced to dress in suits and dresses of all sorts…He was such a controlling person, and an annoying one at that. The blackness seemed to fade at bit revealing a large three headed hound. Its eyes glowed as deep of a crimson as its masters, but they had a more violent look to them. It gave a giant sized bark that shook what ever ground that was under them both. “Shadow serf….” The women said suddenly almost melting like ice on a frying pan into the shadowed area to reappear on the beam above the dog. “Meet my toy dog…His name is Nex Umbra in Latin…You may call him Cerberus…” The body builder male stepped back a bit as the dog seemed to drool out a fiery red liquid that when it hit the ground the cold concrete seemed to melt back into a liquid and burn a bit well in it’s new liquid form. “T-The beast drools-“ He stuttered a bit at the beginning but she cut him off before he got to finish his sentence. “Lava...Hotter then volcanic near the core. Why not see for yourself?” She asked giving a big grin as she sat down on the beam. “You can’t beat me…I always win…Cerberus, show him how we work…” She stated getting the big grin. The body wasn’t hers, but that smile was truly her own. One would have to have done years worth of deeds to become so twisted. She could have done a hundred years worth of work and never aged thanks to the fact that she wasn’t from the victim’s time. It was as if she wasn’t herself when this happened, as if she had a split personality. But if you looked at it she was just one person but the way she acted normally was like an extremely lighter version of this self. Sure s**t hit her friends, but it was a thump not a stab or a smack. Something about this version radiated of darkness. It seeped out of every pore on her body. Her heart beat seemed to almost stop; it was as if she was suddenly dead. The glassy brown eyes everyone seemed to look into were flooded with crimson blood and hell filled her soul. This was just the first level of Murder Maiden abilities; you can’t imagine how powerful and dark she’d get through the levels. No one knows how many levels there are, but with each level you get closer and closer to the darkness that radiates in your soul like a creature that is waiting to be let out of the cage they lock away their true abilities and true nature. This was one of the many summons…The hell hound Cerberus, it was a weaker summoning but if you watched it you’d never believe that. As the Murder Maiden went to go dodge the giant dogs attack two of the heads lunged down grabbing his arms in its gapping jaws to raise him as if they were shackles. The middle head went in for the final move but with a powerful kick into the dog’s nose it let go and moved backwards with a yelp. Bad choice…You don’t do that to someone who can spit acid. With a throw back of the middle head it spit forward missing him by an inch. The maiden’s arms were weak thanks to the dogs gapping jaws. Samantha grew tired of the game and took the blade looking deeply into it. “Kill him my pet…Kill him with my strength…” She took the sword slashing her arm. Her own blood seemed to evaporate off the blade and something seemed wrong with the dog. Its eyes started to glow the sweet color that flowed through human vanes and it’s teeth sharpened as well as the claws. Charging at him it slashed and struck the male without haste missing times and getting direct hits on others. The wicked smile grew on the dogs face as it did the master. Her power was draining at the moment, it would be awhile before she could get it back…He looked at the master of the beast but couldn’t get anywhere near her thanks to the dog. She was smart, that was true…But she couldn’t keep this up for ever. Summons faded at a point and she was draining her own power to feed the beast. Samantha fell to the beam feeling weak with every movement the beast made. Holding on was her only option, she couldn’t give up when she was so close to the kill. “Samantha!” Damien yelled from the outside of the darkness. A barrier had gone up for the summoning but he was trapped outside. She listened opening her eyes through the pain. “D-Damien?” She said dizzily but the voice was soon drowned out by the sounds of the fight. Her only choice was to let them fight it out. Using her energy it became so much stronger, its fangs seemed like razor blades and could cut diamond. Her beauty seemed to also grow into the animal. Its eyes now showed paradise, a beautiful paradise. But that wasn’t where this maiden was traveling too…It was what the maiden wanted to travel too. But never will they see the light of day; they will wallow in their sins in the very depths of hell that she must endure every moment of her life. The dog was finishing him off. He grew weak and unbalanced through every step and his eyes grew cloudy as if with mist. The last blow was struck when the dog took a big bite of the male eating him where he stood. With the battle won the summon was cancelled as she sat on the beam so weak and dizzy. She was destroying her human body she was calling her own for now. Damien watched her fall towards the floor from the high rafter and made a dive catching her before she broke her body with the collision. The last thing she remembered was him saying she was heavy and picking her up to take her back to the inn. She’d get to go home soon…They all would get to go home for a long deserved rest…






•...Chapter Five End…•
Chapter Six
Her body lay on the soft bed that night with the comfort of her companion. When she awoke the next morning she felt better then ever and Lucifer stood leaning against the wall. His golden eyes were glowing in the morning sun and he moved the long black hair into a ponytail as he made a noise to get the pairs attention. “Good morning…” He said glaring at Damien a bit. “I see you’ve done well again Samantha, very well.” She moved her legs to the side of the bed and sat up. “I’ve always done well…” He nodded with a smile at her. “Exit the shell and I’ll take you two home…” The slender body rose from the bed and shook her head. “We have a problem…” She stated taking his arm dragging him into her teacher’s room. “He’s our problem.” He still hadn’t woken up yet making her walk over and raise her foot kicking out of the bed. “We’re going home get up!” She said looking annoyed and embarrassed for his behavior. He jumped to his feet looking angry. “What was that fo-“He looked towards the two males standing at his door. One he knew was his students uh…boyfriend Damien. The second he had no clue for who he was…He had the most amazing golden eyes he had ever seen. She looked towards the two and then to her teacher. “This is Lord Lucifer; you will address him as that or ‘My Lord’ and nothing else.” She looked a bit violent well saying it. “Wait then he’s Satan’s-“She stopped him there. “No questions now get out of the shell we are leaving. Lucifer make a meeting for us to meet with his satanic lord so we can figure out what happened understood?” He sighed shaking his head at the girl who seemed to bark orders but in the end nodded. “You don’t know how to exit the shell do you?” She asked sighing as she seemed to almost float out of the figure that looked like an emotionless doll when she left. She stuck the hand into the body ripping the male out of it and the two bodies were just like mannequins standing up straight and so unreal. “Let’s go Lucifer.” She stated and the light seemed to fill the room. After a few moments Mister Malcolm blinked and saw Samantha sitting in her seat in front of him with the book as he held out a test. She had a sharp grin on her face and took the paper giving him the look saying it wasn’t a dream. He handed out the tests knowing he could ask her later. The test was finished during the rest of the hour and when the bell rang she sped out of the classroom into the large school to join her group of friends. “Don’t even kid like that Sammy monster.” Her geeky friend Rebecca said looking a bit sad. This girl wasn’t the most serious out of all the girls in the group. She had glasses and brown shoulder length hair with a tall slender body. The two walked down the hall heading towards the lunch room since they had C lunch together with the others. “Hey where did the others go?” Rebecca asked making Samantha wait out of the lunchroom doors. Soon a few more people showed up to join the group. One of them was Christine Cromwell, Samantha’s older sister who showed up with her friend Katelyn. Katelyn was the boyish girl; she had short hair, glasses, and dressed like a boy though she was a girl. Samantha put an arm over Chrissy and Rebecca’s shoulder looking at them with a rather secretive look. “You should have called one of us to go with you…” Her sister stated looking at Samantha rather ticked. “Yeah Sammy Monster we could have helped…” Rebecca would have said more but she was cut off by Christine who was rather ticked. “You could have gotten killed; you need a healer at all times.” She warned and Samantha rolled her eyes. “And Katelyn in a Chimera, as Rebecca is a vampire your point? You all could have helped but I had my time lord with me it went fine. I had Lucifer fix me up and get me Alexandra. Now where did Ali go?” She asked looking around to see Ali and Damien come and sit down at the lunch table with them. “Sorry we’re late, teacher wouldn’t stop talking.” Damien said moving the brown hair out of his face. His deep brown eyes looked at her and then the others. “Yeah, she’s so annoying…Hey Sam Damien told me you went on a mission. Why didn’t you call one of us? I mean I am a Changeling. I could have helped you a little…” Chrissy rolled her eyes. “See? You should have called all of us not just Damien.” Her sister moved the blonde hair out of her face and straightened her shirt some. Ali wasn’t that pretty compared to Christine. Ali’s hair was shoulder length and brown like Katie’s hair. But Ali had blue green eyes unlike Katie who just had green eyes. Chrissy was so pretty…She had ice blue eyes and they always made her feel so calm…A beautiful girl walked into the lunch room going over towards Samantha and setting a hand on her shoulder. “Hey Sammy, running away without me? You know how lonely I get without you here.” Samantha looked over her shoulder to see the oriental girl with the pretty grey eyes sit down next to her and give her a big smile. “Hey Mandy.” Samantha said as Mandy gave them all a look. “Mister Malcolm is looking for you.” She stated and Samantha jolted looking at the others. “Mandy can’t you just cast a spell or something? You’re a witch why can’t you just use your spells to get him off my tail…” Mandy shook her black hair a bit as it swished on her back. “Because kiddo I’m your guardian and I think you should talk to him…Besides, he’s heading this way.” Mandy looked behind them and there was Mister Malcolm coming over to the table. “Samantha, we need to talk.” The big brown eyes looked up at him and looked at a seat. “Then sit down they all already know, they are my guardians.” He looked at them all and took a seat. “What happened?” He said looking at her seriously for a moment before they all got a grin and laughed. “She doesn’t know, there is a meeting with Lucifer and the satanic lord to figure it out peaches so calm down.” Mandy stated giving a grin and a sarcastic attitude as Samantha’s phone rang. She opened the silver junky looking flip phone to see the number 1-111-113-3330. The name above it gave it away as well as the number. It was 666 if you added the number up separately and the name said Lucifer. She answered it on the second ring and spoke into it not waiting for him to start. “When is the meeting?” She asked getting right down to business. The deep voice filled the phone and they all listened. “Tonight at midnight. Remember to give him the anti-toxin.” She rolled her eyes and looked at the older man. He wasn’t that bad looking. He had pretty blonde hair that was short, but long enough that it covered his ears and didn’t stretch below his chin. His eyes were a pretty grey like Mandy’s but had a mature texture to them. His body wasn’t weak but it looked it compared to the body builder maiden she had to take down. She shut the phone and gave a rather annoyed attitude to him. “You need to be back here at Midnight tonight, wear something nice like a suit like the rest of us will. Get there half an hour early so it will give time for the anti-toxin to take effect through your blood stream. Everyone else knows to get here at midnight so just take care of yourself.” She looked back at the lunch, chicken burger with fries. The teacher got up puzzled nodding as he went to go get his own lunch. Damien moved to push Chrissy out of the way a bit and sit next to Samantha. “You think he’s attractive?” She looked over at him and shook her head. “For a twenty seven year old teacher yes, compared to you, no competition.” He smirked kissing her lightly and Mandy rolled her eyes watching the teacher and then looking at the two once more. “Well…” Christine said pulling her sister back by the hair. “We’ve got issues on our hands and it doesn’t involve Damien. Now I’ve got to go back to work, get to class before the teacher snaps you like a twig, or the other way around.” She got up looking at Katie with a tired face. “We’re going back now, let’s get out of here before security figures out we aren’t students.” Katie nodded shutting the sketch book and putting the green mechanical pencil behind her ear. “Yeah, we’ve really got to get back before anyone notices we’re missing.” The short brown haired girl lifted herself from the table and walked towards the door with Chrissy. They disappeared into the bright sunlight after opening the door that lead outside. At the same time as she bang of the doors closing a loud school bell went off through the speakers making them all get up to throw away the food and foam trays. The group headed out of the cafeteria and then broke off into smaller groups. “Alright, remember its tonight at midnight. Adriana, you have Mister Malcolm next right?” She asked as the long brown haired girl turned from walking away to look at her. “Yeah…” People said that they looked like relatives and Chrissy was no where near Samantha’s sister. Adriana had the dark brown eyes, the wavy brown hair that looked nice when straightened, and a few other features that made them look alike. But they had no blood relatives or anything in common. The one different was Samantha was a mouthy b***h with a backbone well Adriana let people walk all over her. The witch queen had been helping her poor Adri find herself a back bone. See her and Adriana were like Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. They could cause real trouble together, but apart she was sort of just a bystander well Samantha could do some real damage. The good thing was over the past few years Adriana did break free a bit, she stopped taking peoples crap and people started to believe a bit more that the two brunettes were related…She wasn’t totally spineless, she only had a little back support for now. “I need you to at the end of class use your little shadow nymph powers of position and call my cell phone on his phone so I can save it on mine and you can save it on his.” Adriana jumped back a little. “What? No I’m not doing that.” Samantha just raised a brow and narrowed her eyes a bit annoyed. “Would you rather suffer Lucifer tonight, or in a few months?” The nymph thought about it and bit her bottom lip before answering. “Second choice.” She said going off towards the classroom. The small group consisting of Samantha, Rebecca, Michaela, and Damien were headed towards the large gym for some ‘Physical Education’. You only taught gym if you sucked at teaching the other subjects. The teacher just told you what to do then sat down to watch. It was a wasteful job if you asked the three girls. Now if Samantha wanted she could show off and do everything she was taught, but it wouldn’t do much good so she gave gym a twelve of her abilities. After getting changed they all sat down in their floor spots by each other. She sucked at baseball, she just didn’t like it. Football was another one she didn’t do well at. Hey, even murder maidens had flaws. For instance, she usually stated straight off the bat her patience was next to nothing. Then again she also had that tiny anger problem. She could also be a bit violent but that’s what she did for a living so it was no surprise. Today they were playing soccer, one of the few sports the small group enjoyed. The ball darted down the field with the jocks until Damien decided it was time to cheat a bit. Samantha got close to the ball when Damien froze time and when it was unfrozen she tripped the jerky football player and sent the ball to Rebecca who passed it to Michaela then tripping on her own two feet, only for Michaela to shoot it into the head of the goalie by accident. They had three injuries and one of them was self inflicted thanks to Rebecca’s clumsy nature. So she wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to common sense but come on people everyone has some issues. When Rebecca got her band-aids and the group ran off to their sixth hours. Samantha’s was of course cooking; she loved it and was good at it. The brunette was heating up the kitchen well making her favorite French Onion Soup recipe. The course ended and Samantha went out to the front door to wait for Rebecca who she drove home everyday. Lucifer gave Samantha a black Mustang GT convertible that she apparently ‘Won in a contest’. That ways it narrowed down suspicion. There were plenty of people who made a deal with the devil; they worked for him since a contract was signed. Samantha didn’t get a choice, you were chosen at birth for if you’d be the next maiden or not. They had back ups in case something went wrong, things went wrong and they had to be ready. As the two girls climbed into the car and drove home the cell phone rang. “You took my number? What the hell do you think your doing, if they find out I’ve got the number of a student what do you think they’ll assume?” The voice was Mister Malcolm. The brunette gave a sigh. “Don’t worry about that, they’ll never figure it out and if they do Lucy will take care of everything. Just do what your told for now. Remember to meet us at the schools entrance an hour before midnight or the serum might not take effect in time. Cromwell over and out.” Now that was just to annoy him. After the drop off she went about her daily business, sleeping and the computer. Soon the time would come that she’d need to leave once again and face Damien. She belonged to Satan, was in love with Damien, and was loved by Lucifer. It was a tight life she had to run. To bad she couldn’t manage her own socks.




♥…Chapter One End…♥
Chapter Seven

Samantha and the others sat at the gate to the school, but the teacher didn’t seem to show yet. It was fifteen minutes to midnight and the moon was high in the sky shimmering the silver light among the already pale skin of the demonic clan of youth. The brunette was getting testy on this matter, he patience was about as long as a worn down pencil missing the eraser. It wasn’t a good idea to make yourself an open target to her wrath, especially when you’re being dragged into hell…Maiden’s territory had diminished from Hell long ago when a mirror world of the humans was created for them. Most murder Maiden’s who weren’t picked to sign were sent to the mirror world to live happily as normal people. But some who craved power used their abilities and the ability of others like time lords to change dimensions and wreak havoc to show they should have been picked. Pride and Greed were the two strongest of the seven sins that were inflicted upon both humans and murder maidens. They prided themselves with whose abilities were stronger, and who had better connections with the head himself. Now if you’re a signed contract your powers are much stronger then normal, especially from birth onward, and your connections to the head man himself were the strongest, making the signed Murder maiden like the queen. Back in the days before the war between Maiden and Demon struck the first blow the signed individual and the head himself were the king and queen. They were married to prevent the war from taking place. But when the maiden refused because she valued her freedom of choice over her duty, demons felt she was abusing her power like the rest of them, and slaughtered her alive on her way out of the first gate. They say she fell for a human male, but she was killed before she could be with him. That would haunt Samantha for the rest of her remaining life. The brunette watched for cars until she got bored and annoyed. She picked up the cell phone off the black mustangs hood and flipped it open to dial the number again. The phone rang on the wooden nightstand beside his bed and like most people his hand searched for it so he didn’t have to look over there. Finally grabbing it he opened to answer sleepily. “Wah? I mean hello?” The angry voice jolted from the phone waking him as soon as he heard it. “Where…the hell…are you?” He straightened himself up after standing. “Uh, tell me this isn’t who I think it is…” She growled. “It’s your mother wondering where her precious baby is. Yes it’s me, Samantha, now get your a** here now before so god help me, I break every one of my contracts rules and make you come here myself.” The violent and deadly tone in her voice showed that she was serious, and this must be an important meeting. He watched his wife turn over and left a note saying he had a family emergency and had to go. Grabbing the suit he rushed to the car to drive off towards the school. When he got there after stopping quickly to change he looked to see he was the only one who was actually dressed formally. Samantha was even in bunny slippers, though the syringe in her hand countered the cute slippers by a lot. The gushing crimson liquid in the needle was brought towards him. “Give me the arm you don’t write with…” He pulled back moving away from her. “What is that stuff?” She rolled her eyes. “It’s a antidote. Lucifer poisoned the plants that surround the level of hell we’re going into. It’s strong enough to kill any maiden without the antidote meaning you’d die before we got in the elevator. Now give me your arm.” He reluctantly stretched out the pale arm and felt the stab into his arm. But the real pain started after the liquid went into his body. He started to jolt and pain throbbed through every limb. He fell onto his knees and a scream came out of his mouth. But the world around him was fading to black; no one would ever hear his scream outside the darkness. Samantha got on her knees and pushed him backwards onto his back. “Sit still…It’ll all end soon…Your body will adjust, and we’ll all be ok in the end…Just trust me, and embrace the inner darkness…Because in times like this, it’s the only thing that will hide you from your inner demons.” Her voice faded as the darkness surrounded his body. Her shut his eyes only to wake up and find himself lying on the floor of a large hotel lobby, or so it seemed. Samantha stood at the desk chatting up the clerk and looked to see him awake. The body slid towards him and she stuck out her hand. Only to get a flinch from him until he opened his eyes, t

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