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.


2. Chapter Two

(A week later)

I watch as John's car back down the driveway, he'd be gone an entire week for business. I roll my eyes and turn from the window, I brush back my messy uncombed hair. 

"Well, I guess I'll be alone the whole week, again." I walk to the window that faces Mr. Black's home, I spot him through the window of his home. I can't help but stare a little, just long enough for his eyes to catch mine, and then I pull away from the window. "Then again, maybe not."

I rush to the bathroom, the light is dim at first. I push my hairbrush through the knotted tangles of my hair, as many knots as there are, you'd think I never brush my hair. The long brown strains of hair wrap around the brush. I focus on putting on a little bit of make-up, just lightly, enough to bring out my features a little better. My dark brown doe eyes stick out fiercely against my pale complexion.

Within ten minutes I'm standing on the porch of his home. I rap my fingers across the door softly, I wait. No response, so I repeat my action. I hear footsteps approach the door from the other side. 

James opens the door, "Rebecca" he smiles.

"Hi, James. I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my house for dinner?"

I look at him nervously. I'd tell myself I'm inviting him to dinner because he's new to the neighborhood, but why bother lying to myself? I know that's not my reason behind asking him to dinner at my home. I could even say it's because I'm lonely due to husband being away, but that again would be a lie and a pointless one at that.

"I'd love to, about sevenish sound okay?"

I nod and smile, "Alright, see you at seven then."


I wait impatiently for the clock to strike seven, I honestly can't deny that I'm anxious to see him. The table looks nice at least, with a pretty white lace table cloth over it. I straighten the front my light blue dress, I check my hair in the mirror. I was never one to fuss over my appearance, but I do want to look nice tonight.

Maybe I should have warned him my cooking was not the best, in fact, the only thing I can cook rather well is pasta. I hope he likes pasta. I mean, who doesn't like pasta?

I'm not exactly sure why I'm so excited to see James, I really know little about him. But, he's different, and any change would be good right now.

John doesn't even care anymore. So is there any reason I can't have a fun evening without guilt? No, I have the right to still have fun once in awhile. 

A knock interrupts my thoughts, I hurry to answer it.

A smile spreads across his lips, his smile becomes him. "Good evening Rebecca."

A smile fills my lips, but I can feel my cheek get heated, a blush takes over my cheek. James is so unlike my husband, John. His looks, his mannerisms, just everything is different. Opposites, in fact. James's black jeans are ripped at the knees, his black muscle shirt is loose on his body. Over that, he has a black leather jacket. 

His tall stature is impressive as he passes through the door, and I can't help but keep a wide smile on my face.

"I hope you like pasta, Mr. B..." I look up at him, "...James."

The evening started off with me feeling a little tense, but as I talked with James more I let my tension slip away, as did my problems, even if momentarily, it was a great feeling just to forget one's problems. Despite actually talking about quite a lot, we somehow didn't talk about his or my past. 

His deep voice was soothing to my ears, it had been a long time since I just loved talking with someone. James is far more interesting than hearing what the neighbors are doing from the other neighbors. I was never one for gossip, it's just so tacky for someone to talk about someone else behind their back. And sometimes the stories are totally fabricated, yet they're still hurtful. Besides, I want to mind my own business, I don't care whether the rumors are true or false.

After dinner, we moved to the living room where we sat and talked some more. I find it hard to take my eyes off of him, to be truthful, I was rather attracted to him. I'm a married woman and I know such thoughts should not cross my mind, but I haven't felt this free in ages. 

To my shock, James reaches out and places his hand on top of mine. His touch is so soft and warm, I don't pull away despite knowing I should. I look up into his eyes, such a beautiful blue color I could get lost in them.

He leans forward until our lips meet. He kisses me softly, and I return his gentle kiss. I haven't felt this way in a long time, I get caught up in the passion of the moment and nearly forget I'm married. Nearly.

I pull away from him. 

"I'm sorry, but was I reading that wrong."

"Well, James, no. But, I am married, and I can't just forget my promise so easily."

He smiles slyly, I wouldn't have expected a response like that. "Rebecca, you are a beautiful girl. We can still be friends right?"

"Of course."

He nods, standing he looks me directly in my eyes, "Well then, goodnight."

"Goodnight James." I smile.

"Oh, and if it doesn't work out you know where to find me." he chuckles on his way out.

I had never been in such a situation before, never felt the way I do now. Then again, I never met a man like James before.

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