A/N: Well here's the sort of prologue. Interested? If so... you know what to do... review! Hugs and Kisses! ST

"What are you doing?! Stop this! I'll yell!" The shorter figure in the shadowed niche screeched and thrashed. But there was no one around and both figures knew it.

The distinctly masculine voice hissed, then spoke in a low tone. "Be still, minx. I am not through with you yet." The short, very curvy figure went still for a moment, in shock. Then began to struggle harder, now scared. "I will not hurt you."

"Please, just let me go!" The girl's voice was lighter and more warm than the man's, though presently it was harsher from her distress. Both figures were in shadow but it was obvious that her wrists were above her head, pinned there by the man.

"I don't think so. Not until you face this. To Tartarus with your mother. We are connected, my dear, and you will admit it quickly if you want to leave this niche." The niche itself was fairly small, just big enough for the both of them, and it was in the farthest part of the castle, located in a distant, neglected corridor. Oh why was she always so damn curious?

"How dare you insult my mother! And I would never be connected to you! You –– you brute!" There was a sound like growl from the man and he pressed closer to her, though he had to look down considerably, as he was over a foot taller than her.

"Then how do explain the directness of our similarities? Even our differences are nearly directly related. I seek purity while your curiosity does nothing but entice what you should not know. But I have more right to covet you than any because you are my..." He seemed to struggle with the next part, "...weakness..." She stopped struggling as hard in order to listen, as his voice softened in pitch, though not in intensity. "And with you... I am your darkest fascination, and you cannot resist what your very being desires... the touch of darkness."

"But you're evil–" she began, remembering her mother's stories.

"What is dark is not always evil. My nature may not be like the other gods, but I am no devil. Though I have been called one in the past, and most likely will be again." He smirked as she looked away from his gaze. He shifted so he held her hands still with a single hand, had his legs locked against hers, and gently tilted her chin up to look at him, she kept her eyes off to the side however. His smirk faded and he frowned briefly then spoke, "And you do know, don't you? That I'm the only one who can provide you with answers as well as an unlimited supply of your fascination. Just as you do to me, I... do... to... you..." As he breathed those words he lowered his face closer and brushed his lips against hers.

Her eyes flew to his and their gaze locked as he kissed her gently. Mind numb, she moved her lips a fraction of an inch. He smirked a bit then kissed her more firmly, forcing a reaction from her. Her reaction surprised only one of them. She began to kiss him back.

He released her hands and they wrapped hesitantly around his shoulders, while his wrapped around her waist and on the back of her neck. The toffee haired goddess' white dress was bunched slightly at the waist, and had ridden up to mid-thigh, making him very glad that his black robes were thoroughly loose.

"Please..." Though even as she whispered that treacherous word she had no idea whether she meant for her escape or for... no, that was unthinkable.

He pulled away for a moment and looked down at her. She swayed slightly, her eyes heavily hooded and her lips just slightly parted. She was blushing from a simple kiss. He'd give her something to blush about.

He leaned back in swiftly, pulling her up so she was barely touching her toes to the ground and moved his tongue into her mouth, her surprise was short lived and quickly consumed by her... desire? No, it was just curiosity... that was all it was. She opened her eyes then and blinked, before pushing hard on his chest.

His eyes were blazing with heat, but he set her down. She stepped away, despite her tightly curled toes, only to find herself once more against the wall. They stared at each other for a long moment. Then the girl darted out of the niche and began to run down the corridor.

She heard him say her name and stopped, she hadn't gone very far at all. Mere feet. She froze. "Persephone..." There was almost a teasing note in his voice. She tried to hide her shiver. No, there was no connection. Absolutely not. Nothing between them at all. She knew what he wanted her to say. To admit. The younger goddess turned her head to look back over her shoulder, but only to look at the floor where his flowing black robes touched the stone. For some reason she couldn't allow herself to look at him again. She knew she wouldn't have a chance against the god if she did.

"Hades..." She whispered it softly, her voice huskier than normal, making her shiver yet again. She ran.

A/N: Hmmm, just kinda tossed you into the middle of things didn't I? insert evil laugh here Well, the characters are basically the same, but make no mistake, I try not to write the same story twice, so while plot points might be the same, dynamics will be varied. IT will definitely be a sweetietart story, but not TofC or AaW. Love to all reviewers and people who subscribed! xoxo