Eve could almost feel Michael’s worry over Sarah and knew that if she didn’t work harder she was going to lose him for good.
Damn Sarah and her hold on him, she thought as she held Michael tighter, doubling her efforts to sway him to follow her into Hell.
Sliding her hand behind his neck, she gently brought his face down, bringing his gaze to hers once more. She brought his face closer, claiming his mouth with her own. She licked his lips, asking him with that one action to open his mouth to her. Once he did, she slid her tongue along his, ensuring she had his full attention.

Sarah let out a pained gasp when Eve found a way to gain Michael’s full attention. She was losing this little tug of war with her. Again. She always lost to Eve, no matter what she did, and had been since they were five years old. It had only gotten worse as they got older and discovered boys. How could she be losing to a dead woman? She took a step towards the two of them, wanting to get Michael away from Eve but not knowing if she was going to be able to. She was afraid she’d already lost him, but knew she wouldn’t leave him to make this decision on his own. If he chose to go with Eve, to take the ‘gift’ she was offering, then Sarah knew she would go along with him. She loved him too much to let him live out an eternity with evil on his own.

© DJ Shaw