A/N Edited 12/1/19 ... Please enjoy!

My light grey eyes squinted through the smoke-filled air, my steps bounced in time with the beat of the music. Wiggling my body, my hips swayed side to side, not caring for one moment about the dangers that stalk the night. The headphones slipped through my fingers as I came at the entrance of the alleyway. I slowly placed my iPod into the pocket of my bag, along with the headphones. I peered up to find darkness, cursing myself for leaving my phone on my bedside table this morning.

Cautiously, I walked through the alley, my face scrunching up in disgust at the rubbish and rats that scurried away from me. Shadows lingered in the distance, sneaking closer towards me. One hand slipped into the inside pocket of my black messenger bag. Panic started to bubble in the base of my throat when I couldn't feel the cold metal can. Digging deeper into the bag, a sigh of relief passed my lips as I finally felt the pepper spray.

I stopped short as something disturbed my vision at the corner of my eye. A look of shock appeared over my face when I turned around. Beams of light streamed through the windows of Nick's house. What the hell?

Taking a step closer, thoughts of the man jumped through my head. Nick was the best man I had ever met. The young man was such a gentleman, handsome and smart. Some of the things I truly liked-no loved about him. A smile appeared on my face as I thought of him, he truly was an angel. I have known Nick for a long time, well at least five years which means more to me, we both lived in the same street for over ten years. His wife, Sarah, was also sweet, caring, and most definitely pretty. However, Nick was the only reason I had wanted to keep living, but that is a story for another time, he was also the reason why I stayed; stayed and look after him. It felt like it was my duty. He was grieving over the loss of his wife and child. A lone tear walked slowly down my face. Quickly, I wiped it away.

Shaking the negative thoughts away, I glanced up at the house worried. It was completely dark once again. What the hell was that? I struggled internally as I fought my curiosity. A part of me wants to run, to get away. However, the other part of me (the biggest part) was curious, but most of all I needed to know that he was okay.

As I inched closer inside the alley, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck jumped in anticipation. My eyes scanned the area in front of me, glancing nervously behind me as well. My heart raced as fear started to bubble inside of me. No! Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and marched on, determined not to be intimidated by the shadows. Rubbish littered the floor around me. I scrunched my face in disgust. Finally, I leant against the brick wall, my heart-rate slight slower than a few moments ago.

Ahead of me, Nick's house stood. The air chilled around me, causing me to zip up my black hoodie. Stepping closer to the house, the gate started to swing carelessly. My eyes widen slightly, there was no wind to move it. I glanced up at the windows. I jumped back in surprise when I noticed Nick standing there, his face neutral. I hope you're okay Nick Almost like he could hear my thoughts, his face looked downwards. I watched as his lips turned into a smirk. What's happened to him?

Ignoring the strangeness of the gate, I opened it. Passing the gate, it suddenly slammed shut. I held a hand to my chest, trying to calm myself once more. Goosebumps rose on my arms. Once I was at the door, I took another deep breathe, steadying my nerves. A moment later, I slowly raised my hand to knock on the door. Just as I pressed my knuckles to the polished wood, it slammed open.

I screamed in fright. I stumbled backwards, arms flailing at the sides. Grabbing the wall for support, I took a sneak peek at the suspect. My eyes took in the sight of the male figure looming over me. I watched as his eyes devoured every inch of my body.

I took a cautious step forward. His body was tensed. Hands were folded across his chest. His head tilted as he regarded me for a moment. A hand snapped out from his chest area and gripped tightly onto my arm. I gasped at the pain that exploded through me. My eyes widen as a smirk, which was no way comforting, appeared on his face. Whoever this is, is most definitely not Nick. Nick was a joking type of person, had a great sense of humour, but that smile was something I don't want to ever see on his face again. Don't be silly! Who else do you think it is?

Stepping closer, I searched his eyes, I felt my chest tightened. Those eyes. Those eyes were filled with something cynical. I placed a hand on his shoulder with a concerned smile. He was decked out in dark washed jeans and a white shirt. I frowned a little, it was the middle of the night, so why would he be wearing casual clothes at this time? Maybe going out somewhere, perhaps? Deciding not to look further into it, I replaced my frown with a concerned glance.

"Nick! Are you okay?" I asked in a rushed voice, never taking note of the strange look across his face. Raking my eyes over him quickly, I concluded that he was obviously fine physically. Besides that, I needed him to tell me that he was fine; emotionally and mentally.

My question was met by silence. Confused, I looked up to see Nick standing like a statue, staring at me with dark eyes. He was intently looking at me, as a sinister smile slowly became apparent. Trembling in fear, I pulled my arm from his vice grip. I was unable to. He was too strong. If anything, his smile widened noticing my struggle. No doubt there are red marks already forming.

After a few moments of struggling, getting nowhere but becoming more painful, I finally gave up. Noticing my surrender, Nick tightened his hold against me. One hand started to slowly move across my skin, emitting a shiver along my body.

"Nick?" I asked nervously.

"Sorry, but Nick is not home." He continued to smile. I closed my eyes, knowing that something is terribly wrong. What the hell?

"Who-who are you?" I stuttered uselessly. Tears threatened to fall. Something weird was going on and to be honest, I really shouldn't want to know. However, knowing me, I can't ignore these little things.

"Lucifer." He drawled out slowly. With that one word, I did something totally stupid. I laughed. When I looked to see if he was joking, he had an angry look on his face, as well as a mixture of confusion.

"Why are you laughing?" I turned to look at him like he was a nut job.

"Because, for 1) that is stupid, 2) there is no way that Lucifer-or whatever- is real."

"Really? I found that hard to believe that you find this stupid. Seeing as you believe in the supernatural." There was shock written over my face. How did he know that?

"How-how... did you know that?" I trembled, realising that maybe... maybe he was telling the truth.

"Because I am the devil, sweetheart."

Blackness appeared in my vision. Fighting the urge to faint, I blinked a few times. Nick-I mean Lucifer- was staring at me. He did that a lot. As my eyes began to shut from the exhaustion of fighting, I could see a tiny amount of concern in his eyes. Yet again, strange for a cold heartless man-or devil.

Quietly, I heard, "Sleep tight, princess." Then lights out.

End of Part 1! Let me know what you think! :)