My lover's got humor
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. Victor had been locked in his room most of the day. When he didn't come out for lunch she knocked on his bedroom door and asked if he wanted to eat with her. All she got was a No. She stood there and stared at his door for a long moment. She could hear him in his room talking to himself but she didn't understand a word he was saying. The sound of things being moved around made her lean in closer to his door. His deep voice made her eyes closed and she concentrated on him.

"French."

Her eyes popped opened and she stepped back from his door. She put her hand over her mouth to cover a gasp. The Victor in her head hardly ever talked to her and it had startled her bad. He was always just a comforting extremely protective presents in a crowded and sometimes chaotic mind. She blinked and looked down at her shaking hands.

"You don't understand him because he's in there babbling in French darlin'."

She looked up and stared at his door.

"Now's not a good time. Just leave him alone for the time being."

"We were born sick," you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom."
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you

She had been painting for hours. He knew she didn't know he was standing by the door watching her, she was to focused on the canvas in front of herself. He watched her for a long moment as she worked on a tree. Her scent was full of sadness as she looked at it. She stepped back staring at her work completely oblivious of him. He left quietly as she stared at her work.

"We were born sick," you heard them say it

He had seen her in the finest dresses money could buy but if he was honest with himself he loved seeing her just as she was right then. She had just walked out of her room looking at the paint on her small hands. She was oblivious to his watchful eyes. Her hair hung loose around her and the light purple t shirt and tiny cut off jeans she had on made him smile to himself. No angel in heaven that matched her beauty in his opinion. From the top of her head to the bottom of her small bare feet she was perfect to him.

I was born sick
But I love it
Command me to be well
Aaay. Amen. Amen. Amen.

"Times up baby doll." She jumped as his deep voice filled the dark living room.

"Victor?" She couldn't see him.

The light came on when he hit the button on the remote. It took her eyes a moment to focus. He was setting on the floor in front of the sofa with a nearly empty bottle of whiskey in his huge hand. She walked over to him and stopped, looking at the papers on the coffee table. She stared at him with panicked eyes. He looked tired and restless. He was shirtless and the top button on his jeans was undone and hung low on his hips.

"It's time Marie."

"Victor, I haven't..."

"You don't have to do anything baby. I took care of it all. Your not the only one with talent around here." He tossed her the paper work and the fear that gripped her as she stared at her own name on the documents left her feeling sick. "It's already been filed baby. And I made sure its all nice and legal. It's all yours." He finished off the whiskey and dropped the bottle on the floor. She watched him spin the bottle one long claw tapping the glass. He didn't look at her when he spoke. "It's the right thing to do baby."

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Her fingertips curled around the bottom of her shirt. She was pulling it off before she really had time to think about it. She dropped it on the floor as he stared dumbfounded at her. "What...What the hell are you doing Marie?"

If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight

To keep the Goddess on my side

She demands a sacrifice Drain the whole sea

Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course

That's a fine looking high horse

What you got in the stable?

We've a lot of starving faithful

That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work

"Tell me something Victor. And be honest with me." She unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down her legs.

"What?" He was staring at her. The dark green bra and pantie set was a strikingly beautiful contrast against her pale skin.

" Tell me you don't love me." She stood over him and looked down at his face. "Tell me I'm just a means to an end for you Victor." She straddled him and sat on his lap. Her small hands ran up his chest. He could smell her arousal mixed with fear. He grabbed her hands and stared at her. She leaned down and kissed his neck. Her voice was a soft whisper when she asked again. "Tell me Victor, Do you love me?"

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

Offer me my deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life

"Yes." his hands settled on her hips and pulled her closer to him. "From the first time I laid eyes on you." She gave him a sad smile and ran her hand through his hair. Her scent was overwhelming him and he was drowning in her nearness. His cock was aching to be released from it's denim prison. She forced herself down on his large bulge and his head fell back and his mouth opened in a silent snarl. "You still want me to do this. Even after you just told me you love me?" She was blinking back tears. He cupped her face in his large hands and gave her a small smile. "Baby, don't you get it? It's all for you. It always was. It's because I love you that I need you to do this for me." He pulled her down and kissed her with a intense passion that left her breathless when he pulled back from her.

"Give me him Victor. Let me have him too and I'll do what you asked me too."

"Marie, He's..."

"He won't hurt me Victor. Just like you never hurt me. Please? Please do this for me."

No Masters or Kings when the Ritual begins

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene

Only then I am Human Only then I am Clean

Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

He dropped his head and closed his eyes. She watched him patiently. His whole body tensed and his muscles quivered under her hands for a split second. She watched him inhale her sent and his hands flexed on her hips and she felt his claws gently scrape her sensitive skin. She cupped his face and lifted his head. Black soulless eyes stared back at her. He was the thing of nightmares. He was her relentless tormentor. That was what she had always been told. He watched her closely taking in every small detail like the alpha predator he was. She touched his face and ran her hand down his jaw and across his lips.

"You want this too, Don't you? To be in me forever?"

"Yes." That raw hardly used voice from her dreams filled her ears as she closed her eyes as her tears fell.

Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church by hozier

Hi guys, sorry it took me so long to update. Real life is getting in the way of fan fiction right now.(lol) But I'll try to up date ASAP. It my take me a while but I will always finish a story. Thanks again for all your great posts!

MV~