Claimers: I own them. Me. Woo. *rolls eyes* All of them. All three hundred f***ing characters.
Title: "Way Out West" own the line. It is from one of the best dance songs EVER. Download the MP3 if you can.
Notes: You wanted Dis back, so you have to have someone unhappy. I always require a trade. Payment. A sacrifice. But, remember how my fics work. Lots of unhappiness ends in... ???
Dedications: To Steffy Weffy for inspiring this. And to Vicki Wright, aka Rubber Soul, for her fics.
 
 
Hell hath no fury...
 
 
LaOC LIX - Mindcircus
 
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
The clock repeated the mantra, never slowing, never tiring, merely going about its purpose.
Lucy looked at it again.
Four minutes after the last time she'd glanced up.
 
Four minutes felt like a lifetime.
But it always does when you can feel your own heart breaking.
 
She paced the room once more.
Looking at the sleeping figure on the bed out of the corner of her eye.
 
This could, to an outsider, look like a spent love scene.
But the love here had been one-sided.
 
Covers strewn round the naked body of a woman on the bed.
Blonde hair tousled, body barely glistening with a sheen of sweat that had built up.
The only sign that it wasn't, was the expression on Lucy's face.
Sadness and an ache that seemed to permeate through every bone in her body.
 
She pulled the robe around her tighter and looked at the sleeping figure once more.
Then she headed into the shower.
 
She worked on automatic.
Turning the shower on and testing the heat of the spray.
Then letting her robe drop to the floor, and kicking it into the corner of the bathroom.
 
She stepped under the water and let it wash her clean.
But what she wanted removed, the jet of water couldn't do.
 
It couldn't get in her mind and cleanse that.
It couldn't remove the memories from her head.
 
The look she'd seen in the other woman's eyes.
The sound of the wrong name called out at the right moment.
That, nothing could ever take away.
The simple hot water could soothe her body, but not her memories.
 
She rested her head against the tiles and wept
 
She cried for what she wished for.
And she cried for what she knew she would never have.
Not properly.
 
Because what she wanted wasn't up for negotiation.
 
The Devil.
The most powerful evil force in the entire life of the planet.
 
For thousands of years humanity had been trying to destroy her.
Kill her spirit.
Destroy her power.
 
And it wasn't until now that it had really happened.
 
Because now Satan's heart was slowly being crushed by the one person she would give everything up for.
 
The being that made her feel whole.
 
Her true love.
 
 
God.