"I don't understand," she whispered, her voice trembling as she looked up at him with her big violet eyes filled with tears. She'd sacrificed so much believing in this man when all others told her that she was crazy. Friends were long gone and bonds built long ago had been broken for this man, for her love and devotion to this man, and to find herself in this position now was almost more than she could bare. Her eyes closed and her head hung as she silently called herself the fool, but still he didn't let his guard down leaving his mask firmly in place.

Behind the mask he was shattering as every ounce of her pain pierced him like an arrow draining him of his spirit and his life. He'd waited for this woman building up courage and fixing himself and his life until he felt worthy of her. Then he'd fought for her battling friends and foe alike who declared him to be unworthy of her. He'd gone through hell and just when he thought that he'd proved his worth they had always come up with another test. And yet he'd hung in there using her love for him and her belied in him as a beacon of light. Then just when he thought they'd reached the end and she finally was his the final nail was driven into the coffin holding their love. With a body robbed of strength and a soul devoid of hope he'd admitted his defeat. "It isn't you, Ambrosia," he finally whispered painfully.

Reaching out he was unable to resist running his hand over her hair, but when her face was turned up to him once more he wasn't prepared for what the sight of her despair did to him. As he felt his lip begin to tremble and his eyes fill with tears he yanked his hand back running it over his face,. "I'm sorry," he choked out turning and as she watched him flee she swore that she'd heard him say, "They didn't give me any more choices."

Slowly her tears dried up as the anguish inside of her turned to something else colder, Then as her eyes narrowed the wheels in her mind began to spin furiously as she turned over whisperings she'd heard in the last couple of says in her head… conversations about one final plot that was sure to gain someone their trophy. One in particular stuck out repeating itself like a broken record both because of the manor of its delivery as well as the messenger delivering it. "You better hold onto your prize, because the previous owners want it back and they have an almost fool-proof plan." He hadn't had to say it. If they found out he had his career would be done for… and yet he had.

Rising from her position on the bed she stalked through the open hotel door and down the hallway until she found the room she wanted. Its door was open as most were so tha6t people could wander freely from room to room. Stepping inside she spotted the old man on the bed with ragged looking groupies fawning over his long gone good looks. Looking to the other bed she found what she needed… the demon brooding angrily and alone staring through the wall in front of him as if he could see the occupants on the other side.

Carefully she stepped into his path not wanting to draw the attention of the old man, but not succeeding. "What the fuck are you doing here? Evolution doesn't wine and dine looses bitch! Or didn't you figure out that what the champ wants the champ gets? Now get out of here!" Slowly her eyes turned to him shooting violet sparks of anger as her lip curled with disgust. "But apparently they fuck ugly whores, huh Ric?" She spat softly. The old man blanched then made a show for his harem even through they were too stupid understand or too greedy to care. He opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by a dark and deep rumble from the demon.

"Mind your own business, Ric. This has nothing to do with you." Batista rumbled as violet eyes were turned to him. Wordlessly she turned not checking to see if he followed fore she didn't need to… his size seemed to shake the earth with every step he took and the blackness of his heart seemed to darken the lights in his path. As she entered her room she heard the door close behind them and smiled satisfied. This union wasn't for the entertainment of the weak souls surrounding them.

Turning she noticed that he was bare from the waist up and purred her satisfaction. Easily she crossed the space between them and ran her hands over his tight stomach and muscular arms and chest. Finally she turned her eyes upward to see his demon eyes turned down studying her. "I knew that you were more than you appeared," he growled deeply and she smiled angelically but her eyes shown as only a siren's could. "I am woman, Batista. Part angel, part temptress, and the rest is something even a man such as yourself couldn't handle," she purred and he chuckled sinking his big paw into her hair and pulling back until her neck was tilted back painfully. Bending over her he half growled and half hissed. Goosebumps rose on her arms and she shivered with excitement as she rubbed herself against him. "Trish has the right idea," she whispered huskily. "Real women like it a little rough."

Quickly his mouth covered hers in a painful kiss as her body was clamped up against his with the steel bands he called arms. Moaning she wasted no time sinking her own hands into his hair and wrapping her legs around his waist. Moving them to the bed he placed her on her back at the edge reaching up to rip the shirt and bra from her body. As his mouth engulfed her breasts sucking and biting on the nipples she unwrapped her legs and managed to work off her pants and panties before sinking her claws into his arms.

Raising his head the demon gazed down at her studying her face looking for clues to her motives. "What about Randy?" He breathed. Their faces were so close that she could feel the hot air of his breath on her face. "He dumped me," she replied softly feeling the pain return and slowly her demeanor changed. Pushing him away she trolled off the bed covering her exposed breasts with her arms. "So what are you looking for… a pity fuck?" He growled angrily, but she ignored his tone. "I don't do pity fucks," she replied softly again and this time his head cocked to one side sensing her change. "I'm sorry I don't know what I was thinking except…" Then remembering what she suspected had torn Randy from her she turned studying the demon before speaking.

"I know you want him," she said softly again yet confidentially as a dark brow rose up. "I'm not blink. I see the way you look at him. You were with him before weren't you… and then they took him from you for their filthy little games. Only then I stole him from them… didn't I and they had to have him back for no other reason then they think that he belongs to them mind, body, and soul." She watched the demon studying her with his guarded expression. Helplessly she shivered remembering the feel of his hands on her body and his mouth on her breasts. Involuntarily her fingers found one nipple and began fondling it gently as she remembered. She knew that she'd lied when she'd told him that she didn't know what she was thinking. She knew exactly what he was thinking. She'd known that finally she'd been in the hands of a man who knew what a woman wanted even when she wouldn't say it. Here was a man who wouldn't treat her like a fragile object. Instead he would scorch her with his passion and engulf her like a tidal wave. Finally she could feel whole… that was what she had been thinking.

"What do you want, Ambrosia?" He asked quietly feeling himself hardening knowing that it was him that she was thinking of as her nipples hardened into rock hard nubs under her own touch. Her eyes focused on him and hesitantly she crossed the space between them as she spoke. I want Randy back," she breathed removing the clip from her hair shaking it loose to fall down her back. "He's mine and I want him returned to me." Reaching the demon she ran her fingernails over his stomach licking her lips as she watched the muscles contract under her touch. "I want you," she confessed and leaning in she took one of his nipples into her mouth sucking on it before pulling her head back catching it with her teeth. "I want to know what it means to be possessed by you my demon."

Lowering her hands she easily pushed his sweat pants and briefs down before taking him into her hands to stroke him gently. Looking up she watched his demon eyes darken and she chuckled huskily feeding on the power coming off him. "But most of all…" she began backing up 'til she was at the bed where he lifted her to rest on her knees on top of it in front of him. "Most of all I want them gone," she purred. His head fell back and his lungs filled only to let loose a demonic howl that made the hair stand up on the back of her neck, but when his eyes met hers once more she knew that she'd gotten what she wanted.

She didn't have time to think again for several moments as he suddenly was upon her seeming to be touching her everywhere at once and yet somehow she still managed to stroke him although much more frantically now. Growling deep within his throar the demon brushed her hand away as his mouth captured hers in a kiss sure to leave bruised and swollen lips and then he was in her. She arched her hips off the bed as he legs wrapped around his hips as she was elevated them pushed onto her back in one powerful yet smooth movement. Her head rolled restlessly on the bed as her hands filled with the bedspread as moans and cries rang from her lips only to mix with his demon growls. And then in that final moment he hurdled her into that put of fire that he'd been pushing her towards shouting his victory for all to hear as she whimpered as if he'd stolen all other manners of speech from her. As she lay staring dazed at the ceiling her chest heaving for hair she felt the bed dip and as her foggy mind tried to remember him leaving her she felt herself being pulled up and into his embrace. "Sleep," he ordered and her eyes closed not even considering arguing with her.

Outside the lightening flashed through the sky and the thunder clapped loudly from the sudden thunderstorm/ There hadn't been a could in the sky when they'd left the arena earlier, but now it was storming so badly that the power had been knocked out in the hotel. Hardened eyes glared out the window at the offensive storm growling his offense as his wife huddled on their bed pouting.

Not far away on his own bed sat the young pip sitting with his cheek on his knee wishing it was raining inside so that it would hide his tears. He didn't want to be there in that room. He was as much a prisoner there as it he were bound to the bed by shackles. Thinking that he'd heard the click of a door the young man turned his head to see a figure hidden by the darkness except for the few seconds when the lightening stone through the window.

"What are you doing here?" His captor growled uttering his final words as the knife cut through the night sinking into his gut. His eyes grow wide with surprise as he toppled over dying. On the bed the woman opened her mouth and the young pup knew what it was a ear piercing scream getting ready to come out from her lips./ Grabbing a pillow he ran to her bed unnoticed and knocking her backwards he pushed a pillow over her face. As he kicked and punched he thought of his violet eyes angel and the tears in her eyes when he'd broken her heart. He thought of the bitch below him and how she 'd forced him to choose between his heart and his career, And he thought of how she'd run her filthy hands over his body declaring it as hers. He didn't notice that she'd stopped fighting him and was lying dead on the bed.

He jumped as the bed bounced as the old man now passed out drunk was tossed onto the bed. He watched as the knife was placed in his hands. Then when a hand pulled him from the woman he got up and gazed into demon eyes.

"It's over," The demon proclaimed. "You and Ambrosia both belong to me now." Calmly the young man nodded and it occurred to him that some would say later they had sold their souls to the devil. Looking at the dead body on the floor he knew that the devil lie there dead in a pool of his own blood at the hands of a demon. He knew that he'd always remember this as the night the devil died in Georgia. Calmly he followed the demon out of that room and back to the arms of his Ambrosia.

The End!