A vampire adopted by the devil

Ok so i've always had a thing for bad guys. Living in hell and all its pretty easy to grab one. So I should explain myself. And so you can all follow this I am going to explain very simpally in a way you can all follow.

Once upon a time about a couple of thousand years ago, thats a lot of years, there was a war. Between those who believed in freeing the evial and those who wanted them punished. The arguements had lasted since the first conflict between the two ideas a thousand years ago. It had esicalted, or to put it in easy language got bigger, until a war threatened to kill everyone, everything and every place. Which is exactly what it did. On the surface. A small red man, with horns and a forked tail climbed through the rubble. His held his long tiwisting fingers behind his back. His feet, large in proportion (or

compared to) to his body, crunched above the bones and remains of those who stood up. There was no movements except a few dancing fires around the battle ground. Perfect transportation. He stood in the middle of the blood sheaded area. A grin etched into his normally dark features. Although this smile was not the kind you would see on a five year olds face after being given a lollypop. This smile was the kind that came from killing. Nearly everyone. I say nearly because one did survive, not including him. A small child. Well they were no ordinary child. They didn't cry even though their family were gone with the rest. And for some reason he picked her up. Intent on saving her. He wasn't sure why. It may have been because he saw into her small heart. It was not red and did not beat red, like human hearts. Her heart was black and white, a

conflict but still it was exactly what was needed. Her teeth were long enough to piece any skin simply. Vampire. Of course they were involved. Always would be. Someone must have known about them. But not the child. His smiled twitched slightly and he walked back over the dead bodies towards the fire. After all there was going to be an awful lot of souls waiting for the devil back in hell.

So there you have it in a fairy tail. I could've given you the whole desciptive and gorly story but I didn't want to scare you off. Yet. So I am the little baby that dad adopted because of the war and the death. I'm not sure what year it is. I haven't gotten out of hell since then. I gotta tell yah it can get rather repitive down here. And time is different. Its either slower or faster. I dunno. Dad isn't the best at explaining it. The nice thing is the boys. Its hell so they're all

pretty bad. None my kind though. I was the last. Now I spread it around a little. My father allows me to get the blood I want. From my boyfriends. I have a new one each week. They turn into a vampire and burn in hell. With the rest. I grew into a teenager but because of my fathers powers I stayed one. I get whatever I want. I can do whatever I want except go above ground or disobey daddy. I'm known as the daughter of the devil. I would prefer to be known as a vampire. But it seems the devils daughter had a better stick. The boys know all about me. Word spreads. Most boys wouldn't mind their week of pure hell but I hand select my victims, I mean boyfriends. So I might as well keep going now you know this much.

Our toungues resucled with each other. My hands had already felt his chest a million times over but I liked that part. So I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off enjoying the feel of his naked torso against my body. His hands rubbed my sides. It was clear how far he wanted to go this time. Once I was happy with the amount of skin I could feel I rested my hands around his neck. His were still rubbing my sides. Until he decided to get brave. He thought he would try something. He started to slip his hands under my top and up. He made my tingle slightly but I had never gone that far with any boy. And I wasn't about to started with this one. I pulled my hands frm his neck and pulled his hands back to my waists. I didn't stop the kissing. This guy was one of the best. He seemed disappointed, I could feel him frown slightly. I liked this one. His hands were dormant for only a second longer when they started to go up and down again. I rolled my eyes even though they were shut. This guy was good. And for some reason I liked him that little bit more. So I gave him some more. I pulled my hands and mouth away. I quickly pulled my top off leaving me in my skirt and bra. He looked at my chest shocked.
"Wow," he breathed against my neck. I crashed my lips against his again and he then rubbed my sides a little but more. I decided I wanted a little feel of him so I traced his abs with my hands over and over he tensed up a little each time, when I could tell he was enjoying it a little to much I moved my hands back to his neck. His became unglued from my waist and to my hands and placed them on his chest. I rolled my eyes. I wasn't sure yet if I wanted to move them back to their orignal postion. So I kept them their. For a second longer. I smiled a little knowing how much he must be enjoying this and how much he appreciated my little gesture. His hands went up a little further to just under my chest. I knew he was just easing into it. I wasn't sure if I was going to let him. But he got there. I pulled my mouth back and moved to his neck. I kissed it

slowly. "Like I said wow." I pulled my lips back letting my teeth get out for a perfect kill. I the lunged my teeth into his neck. I sucked and sucked allowing the blood to take over my mouth. For a moment he thought I was just leaving a not so leathal mark. He was still moaning until he felt it. The pain. The fangness taking over. When I was done getting the blood I wanted and needed I took my teeth and let his limp body fall to the ground. I smiled slightly and wiped my mouth.
"You were a little to needy anyways," I sighed. I leant down pulled my top back on and walked out of the closet. He would wake up soon and be sent straight back to the main area. Some minion would collect him. I smoothed my hair down a little and went up to my room.
"Am I going to find another one, Etney?" Dad shouted. I ignored him and went back to what I was doing. Getting ready. I wanted a new one. And soon. "ETNEY!" He let out a thoundarus roar most feared. I rolled my eyes.
"In the coat cupboard!" I shouted back not wanting hell to freeze over. From up here I could hear him stomp away to get someone. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror.
Job number one clean blood from mouth. I rinised my mouth through a couple of times and whiped my chin and mouth clean.
Job number two brush my pitch black hair. It was tangled from him playing with it. I brushed it through. I loved my long hair in the light it could look blue. But it was normally a pitless black.
Job number three put on some more eyeliner. I applied a lot. I liked my eyes to be framed. It made the peircing blue more...peircing. I put on a little red lip stuff. All the makeup and my hair stand out against my pale skin. It was almost transparent and blended in well with the one white wall in the house.