#darkiemoo

Trigger warning: mentions of violence

It may be unconventional to admit your in love with a demon. Some people may call you insane or delusional. Ask you how you can believe a creature thats only purpose is to hate and destroy. A creature only capable of anger and torment. But you know the truth. Anti isn’t all that bad after all love is only a stone's throw away from love.

Anti may not even want to admit it to himself that he was capable of love but it was the little things he did that proved it to you. Like the way he cuddled with you after a fight when he knew he was in the wrong even though he would never admit it to anyone, especially you.

It was with these thoughts that you wandered down the wet pavements as the unrelenting Irish rain pelted down around you, soaking you to the skin. Anti had left early saying he had business to take care of in a note left with a single rose. Whilst you did love the man the idea of what he meant by business sent a shiver down your spine. As you approached the entrance of a dark alleyway you heard slight murmuring the precise words lost in the sound of the rain battering the cement of the ground. Ignoring the feeling in your gut you ignored it assuming it to be someone trying to find refuge from the unrelenting weather, but you were very wrong.

As you passed the ally an arm shot out and grabbed you by the waist, and hand clamping firmly over your mouth to prevent the scream that instinctively rose in your throat as you are pulled into the dry ally way.

“You sure this is the right one,” a deep husky voice inquired behind you. The man's breath warm against your ear causing an involuntary whimper to escape your mouth.

“She’s the only one that’s left that house in the past week it has to be her,” another voice replied, this one higher in pitch and with a sultry undertone, clearly the voice of a woman.

The click of heels is heard as the woman walks around the man holding you. The woman was pale and wearing a crimson knee length dress that clung to her curved figure. Her lips rouged and pale blue eyes piercing your very soul as her pin straight black hair flowed effortlessly over her shoulder. One of her perfectly manicured hands came up to your cheek a pointed fingernail scratching the skin there. A sinister smile graced her sharp features.

“Where is he?” she asked innocently. The hand over your mouth loosened to allow you to answer.

“Who?” you reply the shake in your voice shattering the faux confidence you had intended. Of course, you already knew who she was talking about. There could only be one person she could be talking about. The woman’s movement was swift and impossible for the human eye to catch. Her hand curled around your jaw nails digging painfully into your cheeks as blood is drawn.

“You know exactly who, but I will humor you,” the woman hissed her eyes flickering between a solid black and the more human looking blue. “Anti. Where is he?”

Before another word could escape you the familiar high-pitched laughter of your favorite psycho bounced around the walls of the ally as his glitching figure crept out of the looming shadows dragging a blood-stained bat wrapped in razor wire behind him. A sinister smirk taking over his features as his eyes locked on the crimson woman in front of you. “I heard you were looking for me,” his voice growled out, the smirk never faltering as he swung the bat up to rest the bare wood against the back of his neck some fresh blood dripping down his already blood-soaked grey shirt, “What can I do for you on this fine day?” His eyes never wavering from the demon woman in front of him as he advanced down the ally.

She slowly retracted her hands from you a smirk taking over her face as she too approached him. The man holding you in his firm grip adjusting his hold having a hand securely around your neck.

“Oh, Anti. How far you have fallen,” the woman taunted subtly pulling a knife from the dip in the back of her dress. “Associating with humans. You know the laws on this kind of thing.” At her words his face minutely dropped as he attempted to maintain his confident facade through his realization to their presence. As they got closer to one another the woman’s taunting continues, the man's grip on your neck tightening noticeably restricting your breathing but not completely stopping it. “You didn’t think they didn’t notice did you,” a condescending laugh escaped her, “They notice everything, Anti, and they’ve sent us to deal with it.”

They were toe to toe now. His bat resting across his shoulders and her knife held by her side. His frame began to glitch violently as her words sank in and before he could react the blade in her grasp was buried in his stomach to the hilt. He didn’t flinch as black blood oozed around the blade or when she slowly withdrew the blade, but his glitching ceased. The woman wandered around him leaning in to whisper in his ear as some of his own blood began to fall from the corner of his lips, his eyes shifting to their demonic black as anger consumed him.

“You know what happens now. Don’t you Anti,” she whispered in his ear her lips grazing the lobe. “You’ve done the same to other demons who ignored the council's rule.” His eyes falling on you as the grip became strong enough to completely cut off your air supply and you gasped for a breath.

That was when he snapped as he allowed his anger to consume his being.

As black spots began to enter your vision the sounds of conflict echoed around the deserted ally. The sounds of thuds and tearing echoed. The pressure on your neck soon disappeared and you fell forward no longer supported by the man.

You vaguely heard the sound of wood hitting concrete as warm arms pulled you into an embrace. Anti’s embrace. You buried your face into his shoulder ignoring the blood now coating your hands.

“It’s okay. They’re gone now,” he murmured in your ear his Irish accent lulling you into a sense of security as you pull yourself closer to him only to feel him wince.

You back up to look him overseeing the rip in his shirt as black oozed out of his wound. “You're hurt,” you murmur as you press your hands against the wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding causing him to wince once again.

Sorry it took so long I’ve just started my exams and I’m slowly dying from a combination of the stress and the cold. I hope you like it.

Silence hangs heavily in the air. Your rapid breaths are visible in the icy air as you slowly lean around the corner to peer down the darkened hallway. A light flickers at the end, the plastic casing of the light hanging precariously from the ceiling. The door is closed and the bars held together by a bicycle chain. Discarded chairs, books, and broken desks litter the hallway as you slowly round the corner quickly glancing down the opposing corridor only to see a black mass hunched over. Your heart jumps into your throat as you see a pale hand seemingly reaching towards a blood-stained knife as a black substance runs out of gashes running along the wrists.

Taking a slow step forwards, away from the wall you had previously been clutching to get a closer look at the dark figure but as soon as it comes into focus you wish you had just ignored it. The bright green hair and unseeing eyes were unmistakably that of your love. An uncontrollable gasp escapes your lips and the masses head snaps towards yours. Its menacing features twisted into a snarl bearing it.s pointed yellowing teeth dripping black blood as its glowing red eyes settle on your frame.

Frozen in fear a single tear rolls down your cheek as a spine-chilling snarl escaped the creature and shook you to the core. A distant voice echoes in your ear the words spoken are indistinct but oddly familiar.

 The creature stalks towards you a predatory look in its unwavering eyes as you try to open your mouth to scream but your body refuses to obey your pleading. The voice once again reverberates in your ears this time louder but still, you are unable to make out the words spoken.

As the creature gets closer your heart beat and breathing rate increases until you feel like your chest is going to cave in on itself. Again the voice echoes. but. this time the voice is distinguishable.

“Y/N,” the voice calls. It is undeniably familiar but it’s impossible. Anti’s dead. The beast killed him.

‘I must be losing it,’ you think to yourself still gripped by fear.

‘Wake up. It’s not real,’ the voice calls again. The creature is now right in front of your face. It’s breath blowing your hair backward as one of its claws drags down your torso. Blood pools on the floor at your feet and yet you feel nothing. Not the pain from your wound. Not the breath of the beast on your face. Not even the ground beneath your feet. And in that moment you shoot up into a sitting position.

Before you can get a handle on your reality a pair of warm arms surround you and green hair is tickling your ear. The seat of your jeans is soaked through by the rain that had fallen earlier and a sharp rock dug into the small of your back.

“What happened?” you murmur arms coming up around the neck of your assailant your breathing and heart still rapid from your unconsciousness.

Anti replied his accent thicker than usual conveying his distress, “I don’t know. You just collapsed. I didn’t know what to do. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you reply, “I just need some sleep I guess.”

“Why?” He pulls back resting his hands on your shoulders his glowing green eyes scanning your face. “Haven’t you been sleeping?”

You quickly avert your eyes tangling your fingers together os you bite the inside of your lip. That was all the answer he needed as he gently stood up and scooped you up bridal style.

Startled you began to squirm exclaiming, “What are you doing?”

He begins to walk along the path careful not to jostle you too much whilst also subduing your movements with ease. “We are going home and you are going to sleep. Coffee can wait.”

You begin to protest, “But I don’t want to sleep.”

He slows his pace looking down at your face. Realization sweeps his expression. He presses his soft lips to your forehead before picking up his pace.

“You know I love you right,” he murmurs as though afraid another dark entity would hear and hurt you. You nod your head in reply leaning it against his shoulder to get comfortable.

It was always easy being with Mark. He would always act silly and childish to make you laugh but knew exactly when to be serious to console you. He was always aware of your moods and seemed to know exactly what to do all the time. Despite this, however, you knew he was hiding something. Something big.

You felt betrayed the longer he kept it hidden. You dropped hints that you knew he was hiding something in the off chance that it would push him to tell you what it was. Thoughts rushed through your head as you speculated on what it could possibly be that he would be hiding it from you. Was he cheating on you? Had he fallen in love with someone else? When you did discover his secret though it was much darker than anything you could have ever imagined.

It was a typical Friday night. You were washing up after the homemade lasagna you had made for your weekly date night when the lights started to flicker. You thought nothing of it assuming the light bulb just needed to be changed and continued on with your task. It wasn’t until you felt the room temperature drop and a presence looming behind you. The presence being too quiet and unwelcoming to be Mark.

Slowly turning around you were met with the sight of your boyfriend... but something didn’t feel right. The man in front of you was paler than the man you love. His eyes rimmed with black and the iris of a much darker shade than seemed natural. He wore a well-fitted black suit with a tie coloured eerily similar to blood. He carried himself with an aura of confidence and sophistication.

Taken aback you ask, “Mark?”

The man's eyes settle on your figure his eyes roaming over your whole body analytically before he almost un-noticeably winched as though someone had hit him in the head.

“Now I see what he’s been trying so hard to hide from me. He should have known he can’t hide anything. Not from me,” the man murmured to himself. His voice deeper and suaver than Mark’s comforting tones.

“Mark?” you questioned, confused by his statement, “What’s going on with you? This isn’t funny.”

The movement is too fast for you to comprehend before the man that was so much like Mark and yet nothing like him at all had you pressed up against the bench behind you, your wrists in the grasp of a single hand as his other hand securely held you jaw.

“Don’t you get it. I’m not Mark,” he breaths in your scent for a second before leaning forward, forcing you to lean back until the bench is painfully digging into the base of your spine. “He calls me Dark. It’s nice to make you acquaintance.”

A sadistic smirk stretches across his face. Your discomfort obviously pleased him but this smirk had a much darker tint to it, why you could not figure out in that moment. It wasn’t until Mark finally had taken control of his body once again that he had explained what Dark had been smirking about.