((Hey guys sorry this took so long. I was planning to update it last week, but then the sickness hit me again full force :/ but i'm back now and hopefully better! As an apology I tried to make this chapter longer, and added a bit of backstory :) If it's a little confusing now I apologize, it will be explained better in a future chapter. So anyhow onto the story! ))

~~~~~Anti's POV~~~~~

That smile curling onto his lips, I want to claw it off... The way his eyes alight with enjoyment, as though this was some game, I feel my teeth grind, vision glowing a bright hue of green.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The words come out merely a hiss, drenched in a venom I'd never heard from myself. A new darkness overtakes me, and for a moment I think I'll truly lunge at him, tear that damned grin off of his cheeks for good.

His eyebrow raises, head tilting as though in contemplation, as though my words came out in a foreign language that he had to decipher. That self-assured smile remains however, silently insulting me without a negative word spoken.

"I helped..."

He speaks matter-of-factly, as though it was entirely my fault for not understanding.

"You clearly weren't going to do anything..."

I let the words travel right over my head as the green slowly creeped around my vision, a gentle anger urging me forward to hurt the man in front of me. Yet I don't, silently telling myself to be the bigger man here, despite how much I want to rip that tongue from his mouth, stop his words of condescension through blood instead.

"You're going to traumatize him! Have you seen how unstable this human is!? Are you trying to kill him?"

I manage to keep a bit of my cool as the words escape me. Keeping the surge of rage back by merely a hair. Those red eyes soften, ever so gently for a second only to harden once again, so quick I can't be sure it was really ever there at all.

"Look, I was just trying to help... I'm sure you don't want to go back to that place, Anti..."

The arrogant grin finally drops from his lips, façade fading away within seconds to that caring man I'd once fell for. I feel disgust claw at my stomach as I push past him.

"I don't need your help..."

The words, merely a whisper, contain ever drop of hatred I felt, every sickening memory resting at the back of my mind. I hear him follow me as I walk out, eyes roaming the body with an internal sigh. Where the hell am I going to hide this...?

"Anti..."

I act as though unable to hear him, feeling that same repulsion claw upwards.

"Look we have the same goal here... We can work together... Like old times...."

That's when I freeze, that's when I feel my temper rise, I see the same green throb at the corners of my vision and I turn with a visible sneer, meeting those gentle red eyes, which hardly flinched.

"Old times? Old times!?"

I pivot on my heel storming forward so we stood nose to nose, I could feel his breathing hitch a new almost apology shining in those eyes.

"You mean the times you beat me? Or maybe the time you killed my vessel, leaving me to take blame!? Or is it the time you left me to rot, left me to deal with the punishment all on my own, when I trusted you to help me!!?? Don't act as though you're some good guy, you've been nothing but a thorn in my as-"

He cuts me off with a grab of my head, shoving forward until our lips meet. I taste his sweet tongue for merely a moment, letting the anger disperse only slightly before I push away, causing him to stumble with the force. He looks at me almost wide eyed, as though he'd expected me to melt right into him once more.

I let my eyes narrow in a glare, hardening as to not let the hurt shine in my eyes. I feel my lips tingle, almost missing the warmth from his, but I let the disgust overpower any fondness I have left.

"Don't..."

With one single word my anger disperses, leaving nothing but a hollow ache, sitting just at the bottom of my heart. I don't it show, the part of me that wants to melt into him again, give myself fully to him, I bury that, deep within, leaving that emptiness I rely on.

I take a moment to collect myself, body forgotten as I shove past him once more, making it only a few steps down the hallway before I'm stopped, a large hand grabbing onto my wrist with a gentle forcefulness. I turn my head, letting him hold me there as I wander his face with my gaze.

His features softened, eyes glazing over with a care I've missed, eyebrows furrow in almost a plea.

"Please... Anti I need you..."

His words come out syrupy sweet, I want to get lost in that voice, I want to leap into his arms, let him take me back once again. Let him take back control.

"That's not who I am anymore... I've grown... I've changed...."

I feel my own eyes soften. Then and only then do I see it. The speck hidden below the gentle red of his eyes, the speck of a lie he tried to bury. It's all bullshit... He hasn't changed... He doesn't need me, and I certainly don't need him anymore.

I pull my arm away with one last almost regretful look back, I watch that care, all that sweetness slowly give way to his anger, the anger he was merely hiding under his honeyed lie. The anger he silently threatened to take out on me then and there.

"So have I... And I don't need you anymore...."

With that last truth spoken I turn, and this time he doesn't stop me, yet I can feel his eyes glaring a hole into the back of my head until I locked myself in the nearest room.

Once the door closes, I let myself slide to the floor, letting everything wash over me, every emotion buried below my indifference. I take a few breaths.

In. and out. In. and out. In and-

I continue that pattern, for merely a minute or two, letting the air fill my lungs only to exhale, forcing it from my body.

The breathing grows shakier, moments pass and my chest tightens. The world around me spins in a gentle way, yet threatening to drive me further off the deep end, and for that moment, I felt like I was back.

I could almost feel that familiar pang rack through my chest, a certain kind of sick, twisted longing driving me to a pile of mush on the floor. Again I can hear his loud voice, threatening my ears with words of violence, followed by a familiar ache across my body.

I can feel the scars slither across my skin once more, feel the blood boil to the surface of my skin in the form of a sickening purple bruise. It all hurts so much, it all comes back again at once. I feel liquid run down my cheeks, hands move up quickly to wipe it away, palms rubbing roughly against the gentle skin of my cheek as they flowed.

My eyes shut only to be met with memories of red hot searing pain, the grotesque feeling of a warm liquid trickling down my throat, I can taste the copper across my tongue again. A scream catches in my esophagus, and in that moment, I was back...

~Back in that body... Back in that almost normal state of mind... That was the only thing really different at this point, I wasn't insane, I didn't break down at every turn. I was cold, calculated, precise, not this...

The body wasn't much different then what I have now. Scrawny human, weak minded. I didn't bother learning his name, it was never important to me... None of this was, it's just a job after all.

I didn't try hard with this human, in fact at this point I doubt it could be called trying at all. Just keep him alive, that was my main goal at the moment.

I hadn't been in a normal state of mind in this moment. My life had more or less begun crumbling around me, I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't. I couldn't distract myself from the flashes of crimson haunting me, I couldn't stop the shiver of desire from crawling up my spine as I thought about him...

I left him, not the other way around, so why do I feel so broken, so down, so regretful. It was the right thing to do, that much I know, but I can't help but feel, like I made a terrible mistake.

So when he appeared, knocking at my human's door, I knew why the regret was twisting at me so. I can't believe I hadn't thought of it sooner... I can't leave Dark... No one truly leaves Dark, he always gets what he wants, through blood and force.

So when he stood in his vessel, towering over my scrawny, pathetic excuse for a meat-suit, I let myself take over for the first time in a long time, leaving my human to his own confusions. Once I meet those crimson colored eyes, I felt the familiar ache pang through me once more.

A fear that always racked my body looking into those angry irises, the blood-lust that danced within them, it was almost euphoric in a sense. A part of me almost wanted to be controlled, I wanted to feel his hands on me. And in that moment, I wanted to apologize, but the words couldn't form.

"D-Dark..."

His name rolls off my tongue dreadfully slow, I watched his eyes narrow, eyebrows furrowing into almost a threat. I open my mouth to speak again, relishing in the delicious fear rattling through me. I don't recall whether it was my own or my humans, however I don't remember caring. Not until...

...

I saw the gleam out of the corner of my eye, but by then it was too late. I felt the warmth spread across my...his... skin before I felt the searing pain, stretch across my neck slowly.

Breathing became difficult. The warmth spread, trickling down my neck in the form of a thick, oozing liquid, I felt it soak through the shirt, and panic overtook my mind, not mine but the humans.

The agony brought me to my knees within seconds, I felt hands instinctively go around my throat, covering the gash desperately as to stop the bleeding. I lost control in that moment, my human struggled to breath, hardly even able to gasp as the life slowly drained. He panicked, body twisting and seizing on the floor as he struggled to stop the red from spreading. Until finally... he went limp on the ground, giving me control again.

I push myself up, leaving a hand to caress the gash gently, my vision blurred over with tears unshed at the pain, it still burned, red still gushed from the wound, I couldn't bring a breath into my body without agonizing pain, and words became a choked garble, hardly recognizable as a voice.

Tear filled eyes move up, as the last bit of life fades from my human's body, leaving me alone, a new pressure pulling against me. Dark shoots me a malicious grin, and every threat, every warning he'd ever given me comes back in that one simple smile. And finally, he just walked away... leaving me to choke on the blood, leaving the reality of the situation to set in, and the fear to grip me tightly once more.

Only then did reality hit me like a brick, only then did I realize what Dark had done... What I had done...

I had failed...~