Fear Me, Love Me

by Lilith Vincent

Merrick offers me his phone again. “Just look at a picture of her. She’s beautiful.” I knock it onto the table without looking at the screen. He could be showing me an orgy of Victoria’s Secret models and I wouldn’t be interested. Under different circumstances, I might have considered the daughter of an assassin, a murderer, or a scam artist, but I’m not getting cozy with a politician. There is a fucking line.

“I should have known you’d come, and as the devil.” He flashes his smile at me again. “I’m an angel too, only I’ve been locked out of heaven lately. How about you help me find my way back in?” There’s something strange about his eyes. As the lights flash over his face, I realize he’s wearing contacts and his eyes are demonic red. “Why would you want to find your way back in?” His head dips closer to mine and he murmurs against my lips, “If that’s where you are, angel, I’ll break down the fucking door.”

After everything that’s happened, she must have realized that I can’t let these people live. They’ve made her too unhappy. “Hearts that don’t beat, can’t break.”

“Tyrant, how long have we been in here? We’re getting married now.” “They can all wait.” Beneath her wedding dress, she’s wearing a white lace G-string and suspenders. “Holy fuck,” I murmur in a low voice, dragging my finger up the seam of her sex over the fabric. “We’re in church,” she moans again. “I said holy fuck, didn’t I? Put your hands against the wall.”

Slowly, I lift my head. “Is it bad luck to fuck the bride before the ceremony or just to see the bride?” Vivienne smiles woozily and pulls her G-string back into place. “Seeing as I’m pregnant already, I don’t suppose it makes a difference either way. We’re in nobody’s good graces after the things we’ve done.”