Salvation Within Damnation; Intro, how it came to be.

"Something's wrong, Evie."
Evelyn paused and looked around the small clearing they had entered through the forest path. It was a calm night, the skies were clear and the stars shined brightly, the moon illuminated their way, and a gentle breeze swept the through the trees, welcoming them into the forest.
"What do you mean? It seems like the perfect night to me."
Velkan gripped her hand tighter, he didn't know what, but something was up. It just didn't...feel right. Like he was being watched. Evelyn pried her hand from his and sauntered out to the middle of the clearing, her arms spread wide, showing him they were the only ones there.
"Honestly Velkan, there's nothing to worry about here. We're perfectly sa-"
She was cut off by a gunshot that ripped through her torso, she groaned in pain and looked down at her chest, falling to her knees.
"God dammit no!" Velkam rushed to her and held her in his arms, applying as much pressure to the wound as possible in a vain effort to stop the bleeding.
"Fucking hell, don't you dare leave me. You promised me, remember?" He met her eyes and saw they were already glazing over, she was turning a pale white that rivaled fresh snow.

"Well that was a little more fun than expected. Now I suppose we should take care of you."
Velkan tensed when he heard the silken voice coming from the trees. A man. He emerged from the bushes and looked at Velkan holding onto Evelyn for dear life. A random person, who attacked his Evelyn for no reason. His hair a dirty blonde, shoulder length and disheveled. His eyes a piercing blue, his malice and cruelty shone brightly. A fucking madman.
"You fucking bastard." Velkan growled at him, he released Evelyn and put himself in between her and her killer.
"You fucking bastard," he repeated. "I'll kill you!"
"Not before I make you watch what I'll do to her body." He grinned evilly. Velkan caught onto his intent and lunged at him, rage filled him like never before.

Beep
Beep
Beep
Evelyn's mind came back to her, save for an incessant beeping, it was deadly silent. There was nothing. Only the sound of her breath in her lungs and that damned beeping.
Slowly, she opened one of her eyes, it was...white. Very, very, white. Almost blinding. She managed to tilt her head in the direction of the beeping sound, and noticed a thin red line, peaking every couple seconds.
It reminded her of a heart monitor.
Heart monitor? Why would I be somewhere with a heart...no, wait, am I in a hospital? What would I be doing in a hospital? Nothing happened, we were walking in the woods and...Velkan. The gunshot!
Evelyn opened her eyes fully and much to her dismay she was indeed in a hospital, hooked up to a heart monitor, with that infernal beeping, that peaking red line flashing on the screen.
"Velkan." She grimaced at her own face, it sounded like a at being dragged over nails. Her throat was dry, and sore. She forced herself to sit up, despite the throbbing pain in her ribs.
"No no, hon. Don't get up just yet." A energetic nurse came rushing in and urged Evelyn to lie back down. "We just got you out of surgery, you need to let those stitches heal."
"Surgery?" Evelyn croaked. The nurse handed her a cup of water, it hurt to swallow, but soothed her dry throat. "What happened to me?"
Her face turned grim. "Oh honey, I shouldn't be the one to tell you that." She trailed off, giving Evelyn a look of pity. "This detective here wants to speak with you, do you feel okay with speaking to him?"
"A detective? Why does a detective want to speak with me?" Evelyn asked, her sense of worry growing stronger. The woman avoided eye contact with her, clearly she wasn't going to tell her anything. "All right, I'll speak with him."

Detective John Ray sat in a cushioned chair, reading through the file in his lap that his superior gave him yesterday. He wasn't looking forward to this. He had done many homicides, but it was dealing with women in hospitals after something like this. To give them this kind of news, and then to interview them, right after waking up...it just felt wrong.
"Yeah hi, I'm John. Look you were attacked by a madman who shot you and killed your boyfriend, then raped and beat you as you lay dying. Did you happen to get a good look at him? No? Okay, we'll talk later, have a nice fucking day."
He shook his head, he wasn't good at this kind of shit. He'd much rather be at the crime scene than doing this.
"Detective?"
John raised his head and saw a nurse coming over to him. "She's awake, and she feels up to speaking with you."
"Does she know? Anything?"
"No, she only remembers being shot." the woman replied grimly.
Fuck. Of course. Make things on him easier, why the hell not? A knot in his stomach, he got up from the chair and made his way into the girl's room. Her hair loose and fanning around her shoulders, framing her pale face, covered in bruises and cuts. Bandages along her arms, a split lip, a massive black eye, and a bright red patch on her chest, from the bullet.
Fuck.
He tried as hard as he could to keep his tone even, and his face relatively neutral. Just like the academy had taught. He highly doubted he'd be able to keep it up once he spoke with her.
Evelyn watched the middle aged man enter the room, he looked almost nervous, but tried to hide it. Whatever this was, it didn't feel like it was going to end well. He sat down on the chair beside her bed, fiddling with the large manilla folder in his hands that had her name on it, written in bright red ink. Urgent.
"Miss Black, I'm Detective John Ray. I wanted to speak with you about that gunshot wound."
Evelyn paused, something wasn't right. She was just shot, it wasn't big of a deal, the wouldn't need to send a detective for something like this...
"Where's Velkan?"
The detective looked at her, met her eyes, his face stoic. Or at least, he was trying to be. "Miss Black, I'm afraid I'm not here on a happy note. Velkan was also attacked."
"Well, he's okay isn't he? Recovering from a surgery? Is he still asleep?" She was asking the questions more frantically than she wanted to. Hoping, no. Praying, her instinct was wrong.
The detective sighed and slowly shook his head. "I'm sorry Evelyn, Velkan didn't make it. He was pronounced dead this morning." He grimaced in sympathetic pain when he saw the realization his the girl's eyes. Her breathing became increasingly laboured, almost as though she was hyperventilating. Her eyes turning red and watering, not yet releasing tears.
Much, much rather be at the crime scene...
"He...he's dead? Velkan's dead?" She repeated, her voice barely a whisper. An agonizing pain ripped through her chest, a pain worse than a mere bullet. Her heart felt like it was being ripped to shreds by a ravenous beast, her breathing was sharp and stung her lungs. Her throat constricted tightly and her vision went blurry as tears flooded down her cheeks.
"NO!" She screamed as loud as she could, startling the detective out of his chair. "No, no, no." She repeated over and over again, bringing her arms around her chest, trying to convince herself this was all a dream.
Her increased heart rate acted like a damned beacon and alerted the nurses, 3 came in and shooed the detective away as they tried to calm her down. She fought back then, desperate to get away, to see Velkan for herself, she needed to see it to believe it. The detective was back, urging her to relax, but to no avail. She felt a sharp pain in her arm and everything went faded to black.
I'll get the fucking bastard who did this to you, to us. I'll do anything it takes. I'd sell my soul to the devil himself to see you again.

When Evelyn finally woke, it was nightfall. She went to bring her hand to her head to alleviate the headache, but quickly found out she had been restrained by the nurses. She had been fucking sedated and tied down. Sighing, she tilted her head toward her window, trying to find some comfort in the stars.
"Well, you're finally awake."
Evelyn whirled her head when she heard a new voice, She looked to the doorway, where everything had been coated in shadow, save for two bright red eyes, staring at her intently.
"I had begun to think they induced you to a medical coma." He said lightly. His voice was soft, soothing, but laden with a seriousness that sent a shiver down her spine. He revealed himself, an extremely handsome man with hair as black as coal, framing his eerily white face. The corner of his mouth was pulled up into a sly smile, accompanied by piercing, glowing red eyes. He was well dressed, in a black suit with white gloves and shirt.
"I have heard your proclaimation and have come to offer you a deal, my lady. Would you spare a moment?"
Evelyn nodded her head. The man smiled gently at her and bowed gracefully.
"My lady, I am Sebastian. A entity of nightmares and harbringer of death, to one's enemies. I listen to those who wish to seek violent vengeance, and you my dear, stuck out among the rest within my ear shot this night. The man who did this to you, and your beloved, do you wish revenge on him?"
Sebastian lightly chuckled when he saw the raw hate fill her eyes and distort her face in rage. "Very well, I shall give you this revenge. I offer you, my lady, my undying servitude and protection until you find this man and put him in his well deserved grave. I shall make certain nothing like this will ever befall you again. In exchange, all I want is your soul. For what you will do is also a crime, but one of well deserved vengeance in passion." All hints of playfullness left him now, he knelt beside her bed and looked deep into her soul.
"Do you accept these terms, Evelyn?"
Evelyn met his eyes, and without hesitation, nodded. Sebastion grinned and removed the glove from his right hand to reveal a very intricate pentagram mark and pitch black nails. He took her hand into his and laid a gentle kiss on her knuckles, and rose from his knees. Evelyn seemed a little confused, but that feeling was overridden by a burning pain in her right hand. The emblem on Sebastian's hand was slowly burning it's way into the top of her hand.
"You will come to see, mistress," His eyes glowing more than before, he smiled more broadly, showing a hint of fangs. "I am simply one hell of a butler."