The purple rays of twilight bathed him in a purple light, the moon beginning to rise.  He looked so sexy underneath me, my trembling fingers placing a bandage over his cut.  His eyes fluttered open, my pigtails swaying in the air conditioner’s breeze.  A deep blush rose to my cheeks, a cocky grin dancing across his face.  

“You are supposed to catch the ball with your hands, not your face.” I teased lightly, my gym outfit feeling rather revealing. “And to think that a basketball is all that it takes to knock out the devil’s son.  His hands cupped my hips, his cock hardening beneath me.  Sliding his hands up my body, his lips pressed against mine sensually.  A knock on the door alerted us, my body crashing to the floor.  His father rushed in, a panicked look on his face.  

“I heard you were hurt.” He fretted adorably, walking past me. “Oh, you are fine.”  Dean pulled his backpack over his groin, his father turning back towards me.  A dark cloud of energy hung over his head, his eyes glowing red.  His black suit jacket landed in my lap, no words needed to be said.  Putting it over my outfit, his face softened.  Running his hands through his hair, he offered me his hand.  Taking it, he smiled warmly down at me.

“When do you want to debut in Hell as the next queen?” He queried gently, confusion twisting my face. “You didn’t know that he married you when he bit you.  How lovely of you to leave that out?”  Cocking my brow, my arms crossed my chest.  A death glare shot in Dean’s direction, his form shrinking back. 

“Is that so?” I growled through gritted teeth, my fists clenching. “I wish he would have told me.  Either way, what’s done is done.  How about this Saturday or Sunday?  We have a talent show to compete in.  Is that okay?”  Smiling kindly, my emotions were going crazy again.

“Sounds great. I have to go to work, and I will see you guys Saturday morning.  Isn’t tomorrow Friday?” He teased playfully, ruffling the top of my head. Snapping his fingers, he was gone in a puff of smoke.  Panic ate at me, Dean wrapping his arms around me cautiously. 

“I didn’t want you to run away.” He explained weakly, rubbing the back of his head. “Will you ever forgive me, my lily?” Sighing deeply to myself, my lips twitched as I tried to form a smile.  Spinning me around, his puppy dog eyes broke me down.  The lights turned off, the sound of locks signaling that we were trapped in the school.  Wonderful, just wonderful.  Dragging him out of the room, we were left to sit in the hall.  

“How about we practice?” I suggested hopefully, pointing to the music room.  The door was left unlocked, a sticky note fluttering on the door.  Walking over to it, the words good luck met my eyes.  Smiling to myself, Mr. Music himself had given us the music room to practice.  Practice we did, his voice turning me on.  Two o’ clock flashed on the clock on the wall, our acts finally down.  His strong arms pulled me close to his chest, the locks unlocking  on their own.  Terror gripped my body, the sound of claws scraping the walls.  A  tall black creature with no face entered the room, long bony arms stuck out of its body.  Claws splayed out, black leather wings sprouted from his back.  Flapping his wings, a gust of wind blew the creature back.  Dragging me into the hall, our footfalls echoed in the empty halls.  Looking back the damn thing was crawling upside down, black vines curling up my arm.  Shit! My heart fell at the sight of a wall in front of me.  Looking around, I had nothing.  Rubbing my thighs together, the red flame curved blade in Dean’s hand turned me on.  I was in my real life anime, I thought to myself.  Now how could I use these vines to my advantage?

“Do you know how to use my powers?” I asked pathetically, an irritated look flashing back at me. “Never mind. Black vines of Hell, attack?”  Black vines shot from my palm, the creepy things wrapping around Dean instead. Oops!  Retracting my attack, I tried again.  Black vines shot from my palm, each vine wrapping around its many arms.  Panic widened my eyes, the damn thing was dragging me towards it.  Claws scratched my face, an idea striking me. Resisting no more, confusion mixed with concern dimmed his face.  The closer I got, the more the creature looked like the chorus teacher.  Guilt ate me raw, the very thought of killing him making me sick.  Cold sweat dripped off of my brow, the sweat plastering my bangs to my forehead.  Raising my other palm, a spell formed in my head.  Blood dripped from my nose, Dean crying out for me to stop.  

“Black vines of Hell, devour the darkness!” I chanted confidently, thinking back to all of the witch shows that I watched growing up.  Black vines shot from the walls and floors, blood lilies sprouting.  Slithering like snakes, vines wrapped around the creature. The lilies grew into man size flowers, the blossoms devouring the creature whole.  A red glow bathed the halls, the vines disappearing in a flurry of red petals.  Collapsing to the floor, blood dripped from the corner of my lips.  Weak, I felt so weak.  His footfalls faded in and out, a glob of blood sitting in my throat.  Coughing up blood, his strong arms scooped me up.  Slow clapping stopped us in our tracks, the damage from my vines clearly obvious.  The walls and floor were cracked, the twins’ dad standing in front of us.  His black armor shimmered in the red light of the hall, his red face nearly blending in.  

“Damn, you did it.” He mused maniacally, his gray eyes twinkling. “I knew you were truthfully a monster.  Don’t you think it was a little too soon to do that spell, Princess Vinetia’s daughter?”  Not understanding what he was talking about, a jolt of pain shot through my body.  A fever burned my cheek, a snarl curling on Dean’s lips. 

“You need to leave, this is a no combat zone.” He warned hotly, his wings folding away. “You are in direct violation of the treaty.”  Their father shrugged his shoulders, his phone ringing.  Putting his finger up in our direction, he answered it.   A scream of acute agony exploded from my lips, my insides feeling like they were on fire.  The twins’ father sighed in disappointment, his eyes burning with dismay.  

“Looks like you are right.” He sighed deeply, rolling his eyes. “And they added our homes to the no combat zones.  They really aren’t any fun.  By the way good luck working through your magic overload.  I heard they were bitches.”  Pressing a button on his watch, a white circle formed underneath him.  A white light blinded me, the awful man was gone.

“Shit!” Dean cursed under his breath, rushing me to the girls locker room. “We need to cool you down, or you burn up from the inside.”  Ripping off his father’s suit jacket, he put me in the white marble shower.  Turning the cold water up all of the way, the water felt nice against my burning skin.  The blood stopped dripping from my nose, my insides cooling down.  

“What the hell just happened and who is Vinetia?” I stammered anxiously, my body quaking from the chilliness of the water.  Now I was cold, too cold.  The water turned off, his loving smile flashing in my direction.  Passing me a fluffy towel, he shifted through my locker for my clothes from earlier today.  Stripping off gym clothes, I dried off.  My hands reached for my clothes, his naked body pressing against mine.  Wait a minute, when did he get naked?  Cocking my brow, my lips twitched. 

“I will tell you about that after I have my way.” He growled lustfully, pinning me on a bench. “I want my dessert.”  He was always so kind to me, it was my turn to pleasure him.  Getting on my knees, my sweet lips wrapped around his girth.  My fangs brushed the side of his cock, his hand grabbing my head.  Sucking up and down, he groaned huskily.  Pushing my head up and down, his dominance making me drip.  Licking his lips, he pulled me up.  His tongue traced the scratches on my face, a deep rumble thundering in his throat. 

“You just couldn't resist the opportunity, couldn’t you, Devil?” I whispered in his ears sensually, his strong hands sliding me onto him.  He was so strong, my dripping turning into a flood.  A devious smile danced across my lips, my fangs hanging over my bottom lip.  Grinding up and down, he clicked a button on his phone. Rock music flared from his phone, shooting me a wink.  

“Be as loud as you want, my lily.” He urged carnally, my ample breast oozing from in between his fingers.  Flicking his tongue around my nipples, I was barely able to ride him.  Arching my back, fireworks exploded in my head as my orgasm released a sea of euphoria over my body.  Trembling he flipped me over, sweat dripping off of his muscles.  Lifting my feet to his shoulders, he slid into me, my resistance gone. 

“Are you ready to cum again? I am afraid that I have to punish you for cumming too early.” He teased playfully, his kisses brushing every inch of my skin. “I haven't finished yet, and I have a long endurance.”  Gearing up for his punishment, he jammed himself into me.  My screams got louder, the music turning up.  Each touch was electric, goosebumps popping up.  Pulling me close to his chest, my legs wrapped around his waist.  Holding me close to him, a devilish look met my dazed eyes.  This was a whole new level, his lips kissing mine feverishly.  Unable to contain himself anymore, his hot seed filled me up.  Collapsing into his arms, it felt like I just ran a marathon.  The bell rang, his fingers snapping.  He was gone, my jaw dropping as I got dressed in my clothes from yesterday.  Curse him, always leaving me wanting more.