Dark Devotion

*Not a fanfic*
*Also on Wattpad*
*Andy Biersack is on the cover because he's casted as James Black.*
This is a dark story of obsession and murder. (& a lot of drama)
Rebecca has been married for four years, and her marriage is at it's worse. She fears her marriage will soon fall to ruin, she's stuck between bitterness and depression. Then a tall, blue-eyed, mysterious stranger moves into her neighborhood, his darkness captures her immediately.
From the very first second James laid eyes upon Rebecca, he knew he had to have her. She's stuck in an unhappy place, and he's just the person to set her free.
But in the end, what will James have done to achieve his beloved Rebecca? Does she really know James the way she thinks she does? Or is he something she never expected? Will this not so innocent affair end with deadly consequences?
Getting James into her bed wasn't hard, it's getting rid of him that's the hard part.


26. Chapter Twenty-Six

I wake up at James's home, in his bed no less. Shock still controlled my mind and body. I spot him standing in the doorway. He puts a cigarette to his lips, with the flick of a lighter he begins to puff on the foul thing. After a moment, he releases a large cloud of white smoke that burns my eyes, making them water up slightly.

I stand, tossing the blanket off me. "What am I going to do now James?

"I'm afraid you might now care for my suggestion right at the moment." He smirks, he makes me blush lightly. Yes, despite having laid with this man once, the certain ways he looks at me make me feel like no one can make me feel.

By now my shock has turned into rage. "How can you be so confident?! You can't even loose that damn cockiness at a time like this." My mind is overwhelmed by anger and I do the first thing I can think of. I start to pound his chest with my fists. "Damn you to hell, James Black."

I keep swinging my fists, they make contact with his chest but have very little effect. I yell out a slew of cuss words bad enough to make a sailor blush. There are not enough words invented I can call James, in my blistering anger all I can do is hate.

He lets the cigarette rest in his mouth as he catches and holds both of my hands in his. I squirm and yell at him for him to let me go. It is to no avail I now see.

I momentarily stop my fighting, he starts to pull me closer. Again I start to pull away, "No, James stop!" I manage to wiggle one of my hands free and I begin to hit him again.

He pulls me against his body, he squeezes me against him. Holding me tight in his arms, he refuses to release me. "Don't you do this, you damn prick." I close my eyes, the rest of my sentence comes out in a whisper "I don't want this."

He holds me tighter still, "Rebecca, stop fighting me. It is a battle you will lose."

He kisses me so tenderly I feel like a fragile flower. And just like that, I accept defeat. I let myself fall into his arms, into his warmth and strength. I let the strums of his heartbeat become my rhythm, and I let his eyes be my gentle seduction. I wrap my arms around him, he keeps me close. I listen to him breathing, I focus on the sound of his breathing. The rhythm of my life has been thrown askew, I feel overwhelmed by it all. My husband, my past, all my lies and secrets. I just want to be loved for once.

You win, I think to myself. I just let him cradle me against his chest, I surrender to his embrace. "God, I tried to fight you. Even hated you." I feel warm tears run down my cheeks, my eyes become clouded with tears.

Putting his hand to the bottom of my chin, he forces me to look him in the eyes. I quickly turn away, I've always been ashamed to let anyone see me cry.

"Don't be ashamed to let me see your tears." His tone is soft and smooth, his deep voice sends quivers down my spine, yet somehow his voice calms me at the same time. He puts his hand up to my cheek, "Give me your tears. Give me your heartache. Give me yourself. I'll be your refuge. Even if everyone else leaves you, I will still be here, by your side. I will be your safe place in the storm."

There has never, in my entire life, been words I needed to hear more. He knows how to make me melt by using simple words. Why did I ever think I stood a chance against him? I feel so weak, so helpless. With everything that's happened, I can't fight any longer

I let him kiss me. His lips move gently on mine, I return his kisses hungrily. I will never again be able to achieve as much delight in anything or anyone as I find in him.

I let all the hateful words we had exchanged leave my mind. I let all my husband, Amy's murder, the phone calls, everything just slip away. I deserve to be happy after all that I've been through I deserve to be loved.

I taste the cheap cigarettes on his lips as I feed on his kisses hungrily.

The fight was over, he has won. And I've never honestly been happier to lose.


"I love you," I say it softly, honestly nervous about his response. Dreading it, in fact. Love doesn't come easy, it's true, I know.

"Oh, you do?"

"Now don't be like that."

A fake look a shock rolls over his face, "Like what, Rebecca?"

I pull away from him, "Fuck you, James."

"I thought you did."

I pull away from him, I sit down in the middle of the floor, "You are really an insufferable bastard." I look away from him, he soon gets up and stands just behind me.

"I thought you hated me, didn't want anything to do with me. I thought you were the one who was never going to fall in love again."

"Just leave me alone, James!" I look over at him, "You are an asshole."

He crouches down next to me, he touches my shoulder. "No." I pull away from him, he reaches out for me. "I said no." He puts on hand on my shoulder, he starts to stroke my hair with the other. He starts to kiss me. Does he really think that will work? "No!"

I look at him, "I've given you all I am, why do you do this to me?" My voice came out very soft, and immediately I feel strange in my own body. I can feel my eyes start to well up with tears, I never cry. Yet, this the second time I've cried concerning James. And I hate this feeling of being on the verge of tears, but I hate feeling of being helpless even more. 

"Rebecca?" I pull away from him, but he only pulls me back. "Rebecca, listen to me." He forces our eyes to meet, "I'm sorry Rebecca." I don't see James as the apologizing type, I'm sure it's something he makes little habit of doing. Most likely tries to avoid at all cost.

He kisses me passionately. I remain unmoving. But when he kisses me for the second time, I return his gentle kisses.

I look him in the eyes, my eyes still watery, brimming with fresh unshed tears. He sits all the way down on the floor, and I lean into his arms. "Hey, I love you too." Just the tone of his voice makes me forgive him.

I know I love James, I never really loved John. I know John never loved me, but I can safely say, I can go to sleep tonight loved. I know I am loved by someone, something I haven't felt since I was a child. I know it's crazy to love James after all we've done to each other, but love's crazy.


I thought my trouble were over, but I was dead wrong.

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