He leaned down, taking my chin in his hand, forcing me to look up into his blood-red eyes. His fangs were showing, dripping with the blood of my boyfriend who lay on the ground, lifeless.
"You are mine, Bast. You'd do well to remember that." He purred, as he licked the blood off his lips. "No other man make take your innocence, but me." he said, looking down at my nearly na.ked form, the lu.st in his eyes making me squirm.
"Yes, Damien." I whispered in response, covering myself in the sheet, and looking over at the body of Jacob with a whimper.

My name is Bast, I'm 17 years old, soon to be eighteen. On my eighteenth birthday, I will be married to the devil.