Obsessed (Closed for C_D and myself)

[Mephistophelily]

Kittie Morrison wasn't just a fan. She was absolutely obsessed with the band Angels Fallen...Mainly their lead singer, 'The Demon'. She insisted that she was the ultimate fan of the band; knowing each song verbatim, owning every album, every remix, going to every show she could possibly get to, posters, dvd's, clothing... Even downloading obscure songs from Demon's days before Angels Fallen.

When she found out about the contest on their website looking for their ultimate fan, she was one of the first to send in her entry. The prize was only described as 'a Fallen Freak's dream'. Kittie knew exactly what her dream was... but she wasn't sure if some contest would actually be able to pull that off for her. Probably just the new yet to be released cd, some backstage passes to the next show, and a signed poster. A wonderful prize, yes.... but not the prize they promised, in her eyes. She had entered in her 500 word submission almost 2 months ago. She figured she had been passed over with the time that had gone by... So the call was completely unexpected.

"This Catherine Morrison?," the voice on the other end mumbled out in a rough growl.

"Its Kittie. And yeah. Who is this?" Kittie frowned as she fumbled to hold her cell to her ear, her black and blue hair shoved up in a loose bun as she tried to work at the bookstore's register. "I'm at work, man. I don't have time for prank calls."

A scoff of a laugh came as reply. "Kittie, huh? You're the one with the tattoo of Demon's signature on your left breast?"

She went silent a moment. "Who... is this? Wait- Holy shit, did- did I win?!"

"That you did. Pack your bags, pussycat. You're on your way to meet the band. Better wear somethin' that shows off that tattoo, Kitten. Demon's gonna want to see that."

That call was 2 days ago. Now in Los Angeles, Kittie sat anxiously in the limo, waiting for the guy she had obsessed over for 7 years now... the Demon. Dressed in a black lace corset dress with her tinted hair hanging about her shoulders, her fingers danced about on her lap, biting her lip as she stared out the window. She wasn't even sure what was involved in this whole night- but a chance to meet Demon? She wasn't going to argue at all!

 

[Claret_Dreams]

What kind of place was this for a meeting? A fucking alley; the token spot for all drug, sex, and gun deals? This obviously wasn’t the right place, or was it? Dark and isolated, the alleyway was one of the more grimier ones, hell even hobos didn’t rest there for too long. The limo tint suddenly shimmered under the hanging lamp that flickered on and off, in it’s own respect trying desperately to turn on, only to burn out. Following the pitiful illumination of the passage came the soft pitter-patter of feet crashing into puddles behind them. A silhouette was the proof of existence for the noise, yet the driver didn’t flinch.

When the noise came to the car, the slow creak of the door behind opened was heard. Was it Demon? Was it a stranger, was this all a coax? There wasn’t time to figure that out before the shadowy figure reached into his pocket and pulled out a blocky knife. A blocky knife?

“Hey missus, so you’re the contest winner?”, said a kind voice, “You’re looking lovely this evening, all dressed to meet Demon, eh?” What he held in his hand, wasn’t a blocky knife at all but a disc holder. Chuckling, the curly brown haired man beamed a smile to her, “I was told to give this to you and it would help you find your way. Security measures I think he said? Well it’s not my place to question the motherfucker’s preferences, here you go.”

Opening the package and slipping the disc into a thin slit on the back of the drivers seat, he waited, the screen flickering to life. A voice was heard first while the closing of the car door was heard as the man left, “Welcome dear contest winner, I’m so appreciative you can join me tonight. I hope he didn’t frighten you?” On the screen a green set of eyes was seen from a pale faced individual, this was Demon, “If so then I’m afraid you’re heart won’t hold when you see me.” He chuckled, turning his head on the screen to let those million dollar locks fall over his face.

“Driver, take this woman to me quickly,” he said, turning back to her, “Sorry for the precautions, afraid I can’t be too careful on who’s my enemy these days, can we darling?” Licking his lips, he stepped back so that his face could be completely seen, “I’ve seen pictures of you, and who knows, perhaps somewhere in this car I’m watching you this very moment as if a delicate morsel all for me to swallow up.” Raising his brows, he a wide grin was seen, “I leave that up to you. I shall see you when you arrive my precious, and remember, the only people who can see you right now is god and me. Though, what’s the difference?” Then it cut off, the engine rumbling to life as the limousine drove a short distance and pulled out onto the street towards the big city, headed in the direction of a lime crimson tinted building.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Kittie let out a relieved breath as the man held out a disc to her, her mind slightly worried at what was out there in that alleyway... She was used to such places from some of the terrible clubs her friends had dragged her to, but the idea of someone from one of said clubs trying to get in a car with her was enough to make her squirm.

The man, though, had a kind face... something she had to trust. "You shouldn't talk that way about him," She said softly, but he had already closed the door. Glancing to the screen as the disc started playing, her heart jumped again at the sight. The man she had idolized for so long... Demon.

Her eyebrows perked up at the mention of him possibly watching her, glancing towards the corners of the limo in a curious hunt for cameras. Partially it frightened her, another finding it so... intruiging. Demon was watching her. A light smile came to her lips, brushing the hair from her eyes as she looked to the driver through the window. If Demon could truly see her...

She pushed the button beside her on the panel, slowly creeping the window up. "Sorry, sir, but... I've gotten a bit nervous," She called out in explination, though she was still giving a soft giggle.

The tattoo. The man who called her told her to show it for Demon. Well... if he was watching her now, no better way to start the night than to do so now. She leaned her head back between the headrests, reaching her hands up to pull the corset's top down a bit and letting her D chest come free of the tight confines. Atop her left breast, in red ink, was Demon's autograph, copied from the disc he had signed at one of the last concerts. Her head rolled to the side, peering out the darkened windows at the building they approached.

 

[Claret_Dreams]

When the limousine began to pull into the main area of the city, it was still deathly quiet in the back, the only difference was that the a girl had pulled her top down and leaned her head back. While there was a camera there, Demon was not in front of it, in fact the male was nowhere to be seen. Minutes passed as the car maneuvered and parked. The driver remaining seated while bellhops scattered to pick up supplies and open the door. The first pleasantly surprised when he opened the door and saw the woman without a top. Blushing the shade of his red uniform, he turned away and offered her a hand to move her forward. Another man was there too.

“Leave your top down, Demon demands it,” he said in a stern voice, eyes hidden behind the black frames of his glasses. Adjusting them, the muscular man leaned back up and waited beside the door, back straight while he simply stood. When a hand was offered for her to leave the car, the muscular man stepped behind her, obviously admiring her assets while the other bellhop fumbled and moved to bring the bags upstairs. The way up was much different from the other ways though, actually, it was a small corridor that lead up to the battlements of the tower. An elevator opened and she was pushed inside, breasts bouncing at the harsh jab, then the door was closed, leaving her alone in the confines of that rapidly accelerating cart.

Quickly it rose, the sound of metal clanking as she was lifted to the very height of the tower. It didn’t seem to stop, but instead continued that way, until a screech was heard and the gears stopped. Seconds passed and the lights went off, leaving her in complete darkness. It seemed that it was stuck, yet no buttons were illuminated, and then it opened. Light seemed to fill the small elevator while music followed after. She was at the home of Demon, and by the looks of it, an elegant place.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Oh-!" Kittie gasped as the door opened, starting to pull her top back- only for the large man to growl that it should stay down. She eased out of the car, blushing a bit as the man with her bags tried to avoid looking at her. The other, however, seemed to have no problems at all with staring at her.

Led inside to the elevator, she tried to take in as much of the building as she could, still in awe of the whole situation as she nervously twisted the contest's disclaimer papers in her hands. Reading them? She hadn't even bothered for that. She could barely believe she had won, let alone that she was now in the-

Her thoughts cut short as the large man shoved her into the elevator, a soft uttering of a curse leaving her as she glared at the closing doors. It was a bit chilly in that small box, her arms wrapping around herself as she watched the numbers tick above her head. Suddenly the elevator came to a dead halt, causing her to fall back against the wall with a hard thump- and then darkness.
Uhoh.

As soon as she started to get a bit worried, the doors opened, revealing Demon's home. She should have expected something strange to happen during all this. Was he just... playing with her? She stepped out from the doors, glancing around before they came to a sharp close behind her. The music calmed her a bit, though she was still shaking. That had been happening for days now, though.

"Demon? Uh- Sir? Its Kittie... The contest winner?" She caught sight of herself in one of the mirrors on his wall, realizing her normally light skin was even paler than usual. Why was she so scared? He was just a normal man, aside from his fame. Nothing to be this frightened over... She held to the papers, stepping past the mirror as she looked around. "What a beautiful place...," She breathed out, though still felt chilled. He certainly liked his air conditioning.

 

[Claret_Dreams]

Demon lounged on the couch with a half opened shirt, a glass of wine dangling on the ends of his fingertips, while his head was slung against the back of the couch. No sound was heard when she said she had arrived, not even a moment was seen by him, instead he merely waited. When she finally came out of the main hallway that was scattered with records, there he was; Demon. “So it is you,” he said, finally shifting to his feet. A man of great stature, he towered above the girl, yet it could also be because of his fame. He seemed flawless, nothing was different was off, he was exactly as he appeared on the videos that he made.

Moving slowly towards her, he placed the glass of wine onto the top of a speaker and continued to make his way towards her. Demon never uttered a word, rather he stood before her, that intoxicating scent of roses and wine radiating off of him when he touched her cheek. The way he approached her was rather dark, it was the thing that made the moment depart from it’s fairytale essence. Letting his thumb curl under his cheek, he whispered, “Mmm, but what ever will I do with a contest winner,” came the words as they rattled off his tongue. A plush smirk soon replaced the ambient grin; a perfect curve of pale crimson, before he used his opposing hand to grip the edges of the paperwork, jerking it from her hand.

Slowly the papers fluttered to the ground in front of the halldesk. It was a beautiful piece of decor: a large mirror accompanying the mahogany wooden frame, two drawers, and a place to put magazines. “Mmm, do be a dear and pick those up for me,” he said sternly while he held her eyes with his own, fingers caressing her cheek.

 

[Mephistophelily]

She sucked in a sharp breath as she caught sight of him, setting on the couch as though he were oblivious to the invited intruder in his home. He looked so regal on that couch, his chest exposed as he sipped from his glass before getting to his feet. His words set that spark through her yet again, the slight mystery that was held in his tone making her wonder as well.

He seemed to just glide across the floor, her mouth trying to form words as he came to stand before her. Instead, a soft moan passed her lips from his fingers on her skin, her eyes drifting shut a moment. She had imagined him having such a gentle touch...

Her eyes opened immediately as the papers in her hand fell from her grasp, seeing the slight smirk on his face as he ran the digits down her skin, his emerald eyes so bright before her. She nodded at his request, turning to the desk. "I'm... I'm sorry, I guess I was just so nervous that I lost my grip on them...," She stammered out, bending to pick up the jumbled papers, the short hem of her skirt raising up from the movement.