((I don't really like the way this chapter turned out... But I don't have time to edit it anymore :/ sorry it kinda sucks guys ))

~~~~~~Dark's POV~~~~~~

I don't need to look behind me to see him. I could already see the way his eyes wandered, stopping on every detail of the hallway as though some kind of danger lurked behind each almost familiar corner. I feel the smile remain on my lips, I feel the hesitation of the human in my head silently preparing to take control back, as though I wouldn't notice.

I twirl the apartment key in my hand, the jingle of the metal echoing loudly in the otherwise noiseless hall. I stop, hearing Anti's steps halt behind me. I feel his distrust slowly fade away to a certain kind of pain, eyes scanning the number nailed to the apartment door.

I don't look back, don't acknowledge his change in disposition, merely inserting the key into the doorknob, feeling the click before swinging it open with a new kind of delight coursing through my veins.

His footsteps are quiet on the carpet, his eyes glaze over with familiarity, gentle sadness coating them rather pathetically.

I merely smile, awaiting the anger that undoubtedly would follow, but it never comes...

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

I want to get pissed... I want to scream, yell, hurt him, something... Anything but this... All I can do is stare, eyes focused on that one spot on the carpet, hand rubbing violently at my tender throat until it reddened, eyes flashing over again with the thoughts of blood.

I feel his eyes on me, I can see that grin on his smug face, I need to pull myself together... I'm not weak... He can't make me feel weak... Not again... I-...

I can't...

I feel my head shake, feel Sean hesitate in my mind the memories ever so clear to him as well...

Words catch in my throat, my eyes pull away from the memories, moving to the other man in the room with me. I try to speak, try to cover the pure emotion I could feel soaking my eyes, but I can't...

"W-hat is wrong with you...?"

I finally manage to choke out the words, feeling my hand pause across my throat, pressing not-so-gently against the jugular. He doesn't speak, simply paces past me to shut the door once again, taking a moment's hesitation before looking to me with harsh eyes. I dig through them, almost hoping to find some kind of kindness within them.

"Why would you bring me back here...?"

His arms cross over his chest, and for a moment that smile falters.

"No one stays here, not since the incident...They won't look here... I told you I-"

"Enough!"

The yell escapes me, anger I'd been searching for slowly joining the painful memories within my mind.

"I'm sick of your games, Damien!"

I pace forward on quiet feet, his smile falters again before dropping altogether, a new kind of imitation sympathy joining the anger that flared up in his eyes.

"Don't... call me that..."

It's his turn to go quiet, eyebrows furrowing overtop his eyes. I feel a sad smile curl onto my lips, vision blurring over with a salty liquid I refuse to let escape.

"What are you going to do?"

I let the miserable chuckle of words leave my lips, letting any bits of the previous façade drop, letting my feet carry me lightly forward once again, I stood face to face with him now.

I take a moment to focus on his face. His eyebrows remained furrowed, as though struggling to cover any emotion that dared sit buried underneath that haunting crimson. I take note of his lips, pulled together in a tight frown, the way his shirt stretched against his tense muscles, arms crossed forcefully over his chest. His back straightens as though asserting his dominance, the dominance he worked so hard to push onto me... Pathetic ego covering up any weakness he may appear to have...

"You've taken everything from me... You've destroyed my mind... You made sure I can never be the same... So why-"

I choke on the words, feeling my chest tighten, my skull pounds as Sean nudges, uncertainly asking for control before things get out of hand... Before I give in to the tightness in my chest, to the pounding of memories flooding my skull...

"Why do you continue to torture me...? There's nothing left to break Damien..."

I bite my tongue after those words, trying to hold the tears that threatened to leave my eyes. A moment passes then another of his blank stare, his uncaring gaze and that's when I can't hold them back. First, one small crystal bead escapes from my right eye. I can feel the warmth, sliding down my cheek, and rolling off my chin. Then another. And another. Until my eyes flood with them, falling methodically down my cheeks.

I feel the muscles in my chin begin to tremble as a small child's would. My eyes dart away from the man in front of me, looking to the window across the room as though the receding light could soothe me, as though it could take me away from all of this...

He takes a moment, I can feel his eyes wander my face with an unknown emotion, I can hear his soft breaths, hear every little shuffle of his clothing, until I finally feel his hand. It's soft, gentle, a sort of icy kindness I haven't felt in a long while. It traces along my jaw chillingly slow, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, causing the air to catch in my throat.

"Oh Anti..."

His voice comes out a soft purr, a low rumble in his throat that could almost be mistaken for that of an animal. Hand pausing at my chin he tilts my head towards him again, letting his eyes wander over my face as to cherish the moment, as though seeing through any façade I tried to put up.

"It's absolutely pathetic..."

Another low grumble, his eyes search through my own, as though deciphering each shade of green in their irises, his thumb traces upward wiping a single bead of liquid away as it rolled down my cheek.

"The way you cry, the way you think I'll fall for your little act..."

His words grow dark, crimson eyes narrowing coldly, flashes of anger dancing through the bloody color as to intimidate.

"I know what you've done... I know who you really are... So don't..."

He pauses, hand dropping from my chin leaving an empty chill in its wake, leaving a certain kind of dejection to coat the room around us.

"Try to play the sympathy card...."

With those last choice words he turns, tossing the car keys over his shoulder haphazardly, leaving me to catch them midair before they could hit the ground.

"Dispose of the car..."

His eyes dart over his shoulder again, taking a millisecond to glance over me, distrust sparkling in that cold, rosy color. Looking away from me again I can almost see that cynicism fade away to a silent knowing. He knows at this point I won't leave, Sean wouldn't let me leave the poor human to deal with Dark alone... So I would no doubt have to return...

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I've tried everything, everything to avoid Dark since the incident.... Everything was going fine... I was working hard to clear my name, to not feel plain apathy when looked at by the others. I've tried so hard to forget, to distract myself with the thrill of work.

Inflicting my own pain onto others... That's the only real way to forget... Drive them as insane as I am, let them know how pointless it is to fight against it....

After all... We all go mad in the end...

By the time I pull my attention back to reality, Dark had wandered deeper into the apartment, leaving the room in a tense quiet that settled atop the air.

I turn the keys in my hand, listening to them clink against each other, soft yet resonating in the silence around me. I let my eyes wander around the small space for the first time in what felt like forever. I feel an ever so familiar ache stretch across the tender skin on my throat, the familiar taste of copper occupying my mouth, coating my tongue in the distasteful memory.

I could still feel the difficulty breathing, the human's only lasted a minute before his life force escaped, however I still remember each ragged breath, each gurgle as I attempted to speak. Wounds like that don't heal in seconds... In fact it never correctly healed. The scar remained, I'm only thankful the humans can't see it...

But I can... So can he... A constant reminder of my weakness...

A constant reminder to feed my vengeance... An anger that boiled beneath my skin ever since... An anger I swore to take out on the one person who deserved it most....

The fury I've saved for so long... For none other than him...