Dance with the Devil

I was strongly inhanced in his beauty. My soul fluttered as I watched him glide across the dance floor. He had black hair, long to his ears. His eyes were redish, probably the light, but it was his skin that got me. It was tan, but blended perfectly into his features. He wore a black tight shirt, cut down the chest to his sides and cut off jeans. I was glad my friend Landa had taken me here. Except for my friend had left me for a cute blond boy.

"My I have this dance?" I was startled at first, but realized it was the abnormally hot boy. "I'm sorry to scare you, my name is Sam." His eyes glared though my skin, and at first, I was speechless. So I fluttered my hair back, playing with the blond pieces, and gazed in the red orbs. He smiled, although those glamorous eyes were not so friendly. I continued to the look at him in awe. "So my I?" He repeated.

"Oh, sorry, yes!" The words moved so fast, I flushed after, hoping he had heard. He took my hand and helped me up, leading us to the dance floor. I blushed, amazed at his beauty. His shirt, I realized, on the back said 'Will you marry Satan?' It confused me, then I got chills. 'It's a bad idea' I thought. He turned me to him and we danced, I tried to push the worries aside.

About six songs later, Landa grabbed my arm, saying it was time to go. Sam held my hand, and told Landa I would not go until he said I could. Glad to get away I pulled my hand away and walked quickly out with Landa. Sam just glared angrily.

When I slept that night, my dreams were filled of him, and not in a good way. I awoke at 2:00pm. I realized it was quieter than normally. I walked out of my room into the hallway, screaming as I saw the torn up limbs of my dear brother, laying on the floor. Running down stairs I shivered, feeling an odd feeling as I stepped into the living room, there I gaked .My mother was running around the kitchen... with no head! I ran out into the lifeless streets, lined with empty smiles and the same man, laughing, chilling to the bone. Which, oddly enough, his arms were thin bones, to his hand, blood stains around. On his chair, flames aglow, he asked "will you marry Satan?"