I've always been the one to blame *Torrie*

[lucifer damien nighthawk]

When I look back upon my life, its always with a sense of shame. I've always been the one to blame.

Lucifer had always been the one to blame all of his life. His mother blamed him all his life till he was 16 and turned into a vampire by Alistair, his worst enemy. He was the one to blame with Alistair even when he killed Lucifers first wife. He was to blame for his next three wives deaths. And most recently he was to blame for leaving Amelia and wanting to marry Donna. He didnt regret wanting Donna by any means of the word. It was his greatest achievement in fact because for once Lucifer thought about his own love and happiness. Donna made him happy and he really wanted her.

The only thing he worried about in this breakup was Stephen Cooper, her little brother. Would he hatehim forever or actually see his point of view? Stephen should since he went through alot of love. Valerie Torrie Maxine Destiny and Illyria. Illyria was his recent girlfriend for the time being. 

Placing on his black shades to avoid his bloodred eye color due to the fact he was absolutely hungry and starving for blood, Lucifer entered the bar and took a seat at the counter. He was a famous vampire but not so many knew that because of the dumb hunters. "Jack and coke on the rocks" Lucifer ordered, a slight nod in the guys direction when he gave Lucifer his drink. Lucifer then took a seat his eyes searching the place until his eyes landed on a familiar figure he knew years ago.

[torrie baker]

The summer was almost done already. It was August and soon it would be September and the start of the term. Torrie had decided the leave behind her the muggle world where her adoptive parents reside to come live her last few weeks of freedom before the start of the term in the Wizarding world.

Unfortunately for the young girl, living on your own wasn't all what it was cracked up to be. At first it was fun, she could get up in the middle of the day, go to bed in the middle of the night, have young men come over and spend the night, she could also eat everything and anything that she felt like when she felt like it. But a few weeks later she woke up one morning, all alone, and sick and she realized that she had no one there to take care of her and a sudden sadness had invaded her.

Once she was better, the first thing she did, was to go down to the Underworld Club; Ascoski and started drinking, hoping that the sad feeling she had in her guts would evaporate long enough if she found someone to spend the night .... and than again maybe not. She didn't want to be just a one night stand anymore, she wanted someone to that would really care for her. And so instead of sitting at the bar like she usually did, she sat at the back of the bar at a table with her low heel, black, lace-up boots, her red, cut-offs denim , and her dark grey hoodie on and a vodka cranberry in one hand.

She wasn't looking for anyone that night so her eyes weren't roaming the room or looking up from her glass. You could almost see that she was in a gloomy state just by the way she avoided anyone that looked at her.