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I know you're watching ((Candira and Lord Hack))

Sophia moaned loudly as he thrust into her even more, her overly sensitive body nearly collapsing beneath him as he thrust into her one last time, the warmth of his seed filling her. Eyes closed to the world around her, the redhead lay with him, trying to catch her breath. Somehow or other, she'd freed her lips from his and just sprawled out beneath him. She wondered, briefly what he must think of her, but it was merely a passing thought and it didn't resurface for a long long time.
 
What did he think of her. Why, she was his, every inch of her soft flesh. Every soft moan that escaped her lips, even the thoughts in her head, all of them belonged to him. "Mmm, good girl Sophia..." he said, reaching a hand upward to gently pet at her hair. "You were fantastic tonight, you really were, but I have to go now..." he said, kissing her forehead gently.
 
"Will I see you again?" she asked as he pulled away from her. She was tired, even in her sleep, from their little romp. He had made her feel things that no one had ever made her feel before and her body was slowly beginning to realize this.
 
"Well, that depends..." he said slowly as he began to pull away from her. The truth was that she was definately going to see him again, perhaps sooner than she'd like, but he wanted to play with her a bit. See how much she needed him. "How badly do you want to see me again?"
 
"Very very much," she said softly. "I'd feel so empty if you never came back for me..." She frowned and waited for him.
 
"Empty, that's right..." he said, almost hypnoticly. "You feel worthless without me, and when I return, well, just seeing me will be better than any of the sex you've had with another man." he said, before kissing her forehead, and simply disapearing. She wouldn't dream for the rest of the night, but when she awoke, she'd find a bite mark on her neck, and nail marks running down her back.
 
When Sophia woke up the next morning, there was an unexplainable sadness in her heart. She felt empty and depressed. Frowning, she sat up in bed and felt disgusting...and sore. Frowning, she got up and went into the bathroom. Her reflection seemed normal, but she felt so unattractive that it looked worse than she remembered. But something caught her eye. On her neck, there seemed to be a mark...a bite mark. Her eyes widened and she took off her shirt to reveal thin red marks on her back.

Fear spread through her body. What had happened to her? Not bothering to shower, she pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt, tied her hair in a ponytail and drove off to see her father---at her church.
 
Kelrock watched as she got up, watched as she seemed... empty without him, his suggestion having more of an effect than even he expected. He couldn't help but lick his lips, watching as she slowly discovered the marks he'd left for her. And when she realized just might what have been going on, he could practicaly taste her fear, relishing in the taste. He followed her to the church, not sure where she was going, and chuckling a bit when she arrived. So she expected a demon huh? Smart little girl. He waited outside the church, he could enter if he wanted to, but he would be far weaker within, and why take risks?
 
She spoke with a priest, telling him what she thought had happened to her, how afraid she had been, the things that she knew had happened. Alarmed, the man told her to stay in the sanctuary and sprinkled her with holy water. If what she said was true, the poor woman could be in serious danger. He made a few phone calls and gave Sophia a rosary. "Wear this around your neck, my child. It cannot offer much protection outside of this place, but if a demon dares enter this place, he will be in pain when he nears you."
 
The demon simply waited outside, twidling his thumbs. Did she plan on staying in there forever? Likely not, she'd have to come out eventually, if only for her own sanity, but he was still rather bored. He enjoyed her futile attempt to resist him, but felt... uneasy entering the church to spy on her. And though he had ways to lure her out, he didn't want to waste any just yet. He knew however, that eventually, she would grow as bored as he did, would her boredom outweigh her fear? Only time would tell.
 
Sophia stayed and sat in a pew, anxious about what awaited her. What kind of protection could they really offer her? Still, this was the first time she hadn't felt like she was being watched in quite some time and it felt safer here than it had outside. Still, the emptiness she felt was starting to gnaw at her again, and she felt like crying.
 
Finally, the demon grew bored, and slowly, he ventured into the church searching for her. He didn't need her now, but he wanted to know what was being done to try and defend her from him, if they were going to try an exorcism, or anything with real power, or merely base things on her faith. One thing he had never thought to learn was how strong her faith was.
 
Sophia was kneeling before the statue of Mary, praying in earnest, reciting her rosary prayers one by one, her eyes closed. The priest was nowhere to be found for the time being, waiting for others to show up and discuss what was to be done. He'd blessed her with holy water at least a dozen times however. Slowly, that feeling of emptiness was going away.

((Yeah, um, Not really sure what to do at this point. Help?))
 
He saw her, kneeling and praying with the rosary, and was sure to keep his distance, he didn't know how strong her defences would be, but he wasn't here to test them, not in a church. Still, as he watched her pray, he began to cast a spell, not sure if it would work. Once it took effect, if it did, she would remember the man of her dream last night. How cute he was... the way he touched her, how badly she wanted to see him again... As the spell took effect, Kelrock felt a sharp pain from all the blessings, but her persisted, showing what he had to offer her.
 
The spell's effect was not incredibly powerful, but for an instant, between her prayers, she remembered the fleeting passion in the dream. She remembered the man and everything about him, and just as she was about to fall into despair again, she remembered the marks on her body and went back to praying, tears coming out of her eyes. What did the creature want with her?
 
He saw the tears. So, his spell had done something, but it was not the effect he intended. Still, it was better than nothing, even if it wasn't what he intended. He wanted to walk over to her, to wipe the tear from her cheek and act as though he were going to comfort her. But he knew he could not, and he moved away, until the pain stopped. He couldn't do anything, at least not until she fell asleep, or left.
 
Sophia continued to pray until she was finished with the rosary for the fifth time. She was tired and feeling afraid. The priests had told her that she should stay while they watched over her in her sleep. If only for tonight, she would be safe. And if not, they would know what they were dealing with. Deciding that she didn't really have much of a choice in the matter, she did as she was told and went into a side room where there was a simple bed and a chair. A kindly older priest watched over her first, talking with her until she fell asleep and praying while she did so.
 
He watched her still, waiting for her to fall asleep, not moving at all until he was certain she was asleep. Then, he looked slowly from priest to priest, seeing if any of them seemed like a threat. Not really, but they might be able to stop him from doing what he wanted. Slowly, he walked up to her, and placed to fingers on her forehead, trying to enter another dream. He had a plan, he needed just a few moments...
 
Sophia slept peacefully for the moment, a dream about a park going through her mind. The priest felt evil in the room and continued to pray, keeping watch over the girl as she slept.
 
He felt the prayers, burning into his flesh, harder and harder, but he tried to push through. He only needed a few moments, and desperately, he tried to place the image of her dream man into her dream.
 
Sophia frowned, her dreams changing somehow. She was in the park on a swing, and suddenly he was standing before her..but he didn't seem whole. "You," she said, stopped in awe. She was afraid, but at the same time, she ached for him even as her common sense told her he wasn't what she thought. "What do you want from me?"
 
"You wanted to see me again." he answered simply, watching her swing slowly back and forth. "Very very much you said. You said you'd feel empty if I didn't, so why are you pushing me away?" he asked, simply standing there.
 
"Because dreams aren't supposed to leave marks in reality," she said, watching him carefully. The priest continued to pray, trying to keep the demon's time short. "But I didn't ask what I wanted," she said, feeling slightly bolder, though she was still afraid. "What is it that you want from me?"
 
"You didn't mind those marks at all, if it hadn't been a dream, you'd enjoy them even more..." he said, feeling himself fade out. He had to win her over fast. "I told you dear, I want you, your soft little body, that's all I want. You know I'm better than any man you've met, or any man you'll meet..."
 
"Why do you want me so much? And why do you come to me in dreams? And why do you have to make me afraid of you?" She frowned, her confusion causing her strength to waver just a bit as the old priest kept on praying. She could feel the presence of the man fading, but she wanted the answers to those questions. He wanted her body, but no other part of her, yet he made her say that she wanted him, that she was his. No, she wouldn't be his if that was all there was to it. Never again.
 
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