Your POV
I'm walking home from work and today was an absolute hell. All I want to do is just get home. I know that there is an alleyway that saves me a good twenty minutes, but it can be quite dangerous. It's dark and has many hiding places for an attacker to stalk his next victim. Do I really want to become that next victim...no. Do I want to get home quickly...absolutely.

I've headed down the dreadful place on occasion, but usually in daylight. It's nearing 11pm right now, probably not the best idea. Against every gut instinct I had, I decided to go down the dreary alleyway. I kept my keys in between my knuckles, as I didn't have any other weapons. This way if someone tried anything, I could hopefully swing a solid punch with the keys acting as brass knuckles of sorts. I least that's what I'm telling myself.

I was halfway through, when I felt eyes on me. I picked up my pace even more, almost jogging, and kept my head on a swivel. Maybe I was just paranoid. After I exited out the other side, I turned and saw nothing. Not a soul to be seen. I sighed a breath of relief, whilst also catching my breath, as I was practically running.

I arrived at my apartment and as usual, I kept the lights to a minimum. I never liked turning on a lot of lights, especially at night. I walked to the kitchen and tossed what was left of my half eaten lunch in the fridge, then headed straight for a shower.

After cleaning up and getting dressed, I went to my bedroom. I took my phone off mute and saw there really wasn't any notifications or messages, not that I expected them. I decided to settle down and open up Wattpad. Nothing better than curling up to a good book?!

Upon scouring through the countless books, I decided to continue reading a Markiplier fan fiction that I had put on hold for too long now. With my phone in hand and my blankets cocooning me, I was fully immersed into the story.

**Storytime**
(A/N: I made this up, it's not from anything here on Wattys! Story in a story...sorry I'll patch the 4th wall!)

"...Mark's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he collapsed. I rushed to his side immediately. The apartment lights flickered and then went out completely. I stood alone in the darkness...or so I thought. I tried waking Mark to no avail. He was breathing, but still unresponsive. I scurried to my phone for help, but then was stopped as I heard a sinister laugh from behind."  I put my phone down and quickly sat up. I swore just heard someone laugh?! Maybe I'm just getting too immersed into the plot? Yeah, that's all. I laughed at the thought. Then I picked up my phone and continued reading. "'Who's there?' I called out, but received no answer. I found my phone, but with no reception. Of course. I turned the flashlight app on and looked back over to Mark. He wasn't there. I frantically called out to him and scanned the whole room. I went towards the kitchen, calling his name and searching for any sign of him. I continued on and turned a corner looking straight at him. I called, but still no response. I inched my way closer to him. He turned around to showing his pale skin, black eyes, and a jagged toothy-grin. 'I'm not Mark, baby! I'm just Dark...' Then a loud clash was heard from behind causing me to spin around. *bang*"  As I read those words, a loud clashing sound was made in my own apartment.

"What the h*ll?!" OK I know that I didn't just imagine that, that happened. Maybe...maybe my lil guy came back home? "Tim? Tiny Tim, come here, kitty kitty kitty?!" I walked out of my bedroom and started down the small hallway, towards the living area. "Tiny Tim, come on bud. I won't be mad. What did you break, bud?"

I came around the corner and heard a loud hiss and meow from Tim, as he came bounding past me. Scaring the life out of me. " TIM! What the hell? Sh*t, bud. Your gonna give me a heart attack someday?" When I turned around I saw something I didn't expect...or rather someone. There's a stranger standing mere inches from me. "AGHHHH....!"

I took off running back down the hallway, desperately trying to get to my bedroom. If I could make it and lock the door, I should have enough time to grab my phone to call for help and hell...use that d*mn fire escape to get away. I stumbled a bit, but quickly regained my footing.

I made it to my room and slammed the door, but it didn't shut. He had his foot wedged in the door and, with what hardly looked like a shove, he swung the door wide open and sent me to floor. I quickly scrambled away, trying desperately to evade him. But it was hopeless, as he quickly had me pinned to the floor. He straddled my small frame, held my hands firmly above my head with one hand and, with the other, he held a long blade to my throat.

The room was dark, only a small bit of light, from the bathroom, was illuminating it. Still, it was enough to allow me to see those coal black eyes. I was lost in them, frozen by his gaze. They looked deadly and hateful in every aspect, but I searched them throughly looking for a glimpse of light, some remorse. There was something, something in his eyes...I wanted to find it.

He hovered over my body staring straight into my eyes, as I was back to him. My breathing was uneven and fast paced, his...was he even breathing? The only reason I could say 'yes', is because I felt his cold breath against my face and neck. It sent shivers down my spine. Fear consumed most of my words; he consumed the rest, rendering me speechless. He slowly moved the blade from my throat and towards my face, placing the cold blade on it. He dragged the blade across my face, not cutting me, but still causing me to wince. A few moments passed and our eyes were still locked, but his eyes seemed to warm a little. They weren't as intimidating or deadly, but still black as night.

They acted as a perfect mirror too, because I saw my pathetic reflection...in his eyes. I saw what he saw, and that was me-crying and full of fear-yet not even putting up a fight. Pathetic.

He leaned closer, causing me to flinch and tightly close my eyes. This is it, I'm going to die at the hands of this man. And I didn't even put up a fight? Then he caught me by surprise. He leaned closer, brushing his scruffy chin against my cheek, as he whispered into my ear. He then released me from his death grip, stood up, and turned to leave.

"If you know what's best for you, you won't go down that alley again!? This is your only warning..." he darkly hissed in my ears. This intrigued me. I have know idea why, but I wanted to know more.

"Wa...wait? That's it? You...you're not going to k..kill me?" Where did that come from? I internally facepalmed and quickly covered my mouth. I knew I had screwed up big time as he halted his steps, turning his head abruptly. Y/N...He just tried to kill you. Maybe you should shut your mouth! I thought.

"Excuse me?! I could've killed you right now, drained every ounce of that sweet blood from your body, and left with a smile on my face. If I were you, I'd be thanking my lucky stars!" His words were sharp, like the blade he held. Each word drawn slowly across his lips, making them sound more malicious then they already were.

"I...I...Did you follow me? Like, from the alley? Why didn't you kill me?"

"Woman...you are testing MY PATIENTS. I DON'T give warnings, but for you I did! So before you really p*ss me off, I suggest shutting that pretty mouth of yours! One more word and I'll have that sweet crimson blood pour from your body. Do. You. Understand?" My eyes grew wide and I quickly nodded. "Good.." he said as he looked forward again and went out the fire escape.

Part of me wanted to stop him...why? He would surely kill me, but I wanted to know why this man had followed me, attempted to kill me, and then left with a simple warning. And "don't go down the alley?!" That's it! Why is this bothering me so much? Well I did almost die. This was a lot to process at this hour.

I sat on the floor for a moment longer, before climbing into bed. I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon, as I could still feel his frigid hands. As if his cold touch burned my body, reminding me of him. His hands were cold, but at the same time so warm. I caught myself wondering what it would be like to be held by him again, but only this time in a loving manner. Am I crazy?! He tried to kill me? You saw the look in his eyes?! And Oh...his eyes? They were coal black, I was so drawn to them. There was something in his eyes. I almost didn't want to look away, like the way he looked at me. He had me pinned down, staring straight through me, his eyes looked as though they were reading me up and down, without moving at all. Who am I kidding? He was only looking at me that way, because he knew I was scared sh*tless, and scum like him feed off of fear. I need to go to bed...and stop talking to yourself!?

I couldn't sleep. Nope! I've been laying here for a solid hour and a half now and haven't even began to unwind. He's clouding my thoughts to no avail.  There was something familiar about him his features, his stature, his voice, and definitely those eyes. I reached over towards my phone to check the time and realized my Wattpad app was still open with the book I was previously reading. Upon remembering what just happened I reread those lines, the ones describing the infamous Darkiplier. Then it clicked...This man was Darkiplier. How is this even possible?! He's...he's a fictional character...right?! This is insane, it was to dark to tell. Haha...dark?! God, I need to stop with those awful puns. Anyways...it can't be him, he's not real. I...I just need some rest. And stop talking to yourself!

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I awoke the next morning, to the sound of my alarm, restless. I hadn't got much sleep last night. He was on my mind all night, and I couldn't get rid of him. He was like a poison, a little prod in the back of your brain, a wound. No matter how much you ignored it, it was still there. It wouldn't go away, but did I really want it to?

I quickly dressed and grabbed yesterday's lunch from the fridge. I made my way to work quickly passing the alleyway. I looked at it from the corner of my eye, but dared not turn my head. I wanted to go down there, find the stranger from last night. Why?! I honestly don't know. I'll heed his warning...for now.

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Darks POV
I noticed when she walked past the alley this morning, she didn't turn her head. I knew she was looking. Part of me sighed in relief, knowing she heeded my warning; part of me dreaded it. I wanted to see her beautiful face once more. What am I saying? I'm a cold blooded killer, I can never love nor be loved! It's who I am.

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I couldn't get that d*mned woman off my thoughts, all night. She ravaged my mind, unsparingly. She was like a venom, a twitching knife in my black heart, a wound. No matter how much you ignored it, it was still there. It wouldn't go away, but did I really want it to? Of course I did, what am I thinking?! I don't know why she slipped into my mind without reason, but she did. Sleep was a rarity on its own, but with her on my mind, it was nonexistent.

Why did I spare her? I repeatedly questioned myself. I usually kill without thought, but with her things were different. When I had her trapped beneath me, her heart racing against my chest and her hot breath battling mine, she wasn't the one trapped; I was. I was lost in her eyes, paralyzed almost.

There was something about fear in a woman's eyes that I lustfully desired. I loved it...no I craved it. But she...she was different. I didn't like the fear in her eyes. It hurt me...it hurt in my chest. I never felt that kind of pain before. And I didn't like it. I'd rather be stabbed twenty times over and over again, rather feel that pain once. She made my cold, black heart feel...that thought scared me.

Something about her intrigued me. 'What's her name?' 'What's her fears?' 'Hopefully I'm not one of those fears?' Why I am asking so many d*mned questions? Now I sound like her. That's the other thing, she was different. What woman in her right mind would stop the man, whom nearly killed her, to ask so man d*mned questions? I let her go, yet this beau...I mean, curious creature was trying to play twenty questions. I liked that, she was betting against me. I liked that she pushed her limits...no I hated it! No one questions me! No one dares me!? F*ck me! Why am I acting this way?!

**3 weeks later**
Your POV
Work couldn't have gone any slower! Maybe it was slow or maybe it was the fact that he was on my mind again. Either way, I decided to do the most stupid and stubborn thing in my entire life. It was a brash decision. As in completecompletely the opposite because I've been fighting myself all day on the ups and downs, but I don't care. I'm going.

I decided to go back to the alley; I was going back to him. It's been weeks since I've been down it, and I simply can't bare it any longer. First, the stupid dreams of him. Plus, I had questions; he had answers. That was all the motivation I needed. I personally would've caved at the thought of seeing him again, but my subconscious needed a little persuasion. And that seemed legit enough.

My heartbeat quickened, my hands profusely sweating, and nervous pit grew in my stomach. I felt like I was carrying a bag of bricks. All of these feelings became more intense as I neared the alleyway and turned to face it. I stopped for only a moment before heading straight into it's unwelcoming glow. It's been only three weeks, but it feels like only yesterday I walked down the damp and dreary place. I knew I shouldn't have come back, but I swallowed past the lump in my throat and continued down the alley without hesitation. There was nothing to be seen, but I decided to continue regardless of my better judgment.

Dark's POV
I was minding myself. Today was just another day. I had been playing with my newest blade, when something caught my attention. It was her. I know it's been three weeks, but I couldn't forget her sent. I smelled her sweet sent and knew without a doubt that woman from the apartment dared to walk this path again. I looked from my dark hiding place in the alleyway and sure enough I saw that stubborn woman walking this way. She looked composed on the outside, but I could hear her heart racing. She was scared, and had every reason to be. I waited till she passed, then I stepped out behind her to catch her off guard. "Thought I told you to stay away? Seems someone doesn't listen too well?" I growled with an eyebrow raised.

She halted abruptly and slowly turned to face me. "I...I..." she looked at the ground, searching for her words. I was growing impatient. "I..I wanted to see you again?"

"Well there, you seen me. Now, if you don't mind, I'm busy right now." I retorted. I wasn't busy at all. In fact, she made me feel funny when she said she came to see me. What am I saying? I can't believe this woman. Honestly, who does she think I am?

She sighed in defeat; I internally grinned. She looked cute when she was annoyed...wait what?! Brain, stop this! I began to walk towards her, when she asked me another stupid question. "Why didn't you kill me?"

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. My laughter came out harsher than intended. "I don't know lady, but you are making me regret it. You know that?" I walked past her, intentionally bumping into her.

"Ok...listen. I just wanted to talk. I'm Y/N by the way!"

God...her name matched her beauty. What am I saying? Dark this isn't you? I needed her to stay away, so I'll do what I do best. I'll put fear in her...at least I tried. I spun around quickly, so I was right in her face. Looking down at her small frame. "Listen here...Y/N! I'm not here to make friends, I'm a killer. Got that?! I. kill. people. Now I don't know why I chose to spare you that night, but I did. So go home, because I won't make the same mistake twice!" She was taken back by my words, as evident on her face. I quickly turned away from her once again and continued walking away. I didn't want to see the possible hurt in her eyes, I knew it was a weakness...one I refused to have.

"I know that you're Darkiplier!" My black heart sank and tinged a little, as I heard her say my name. She knew who I was?  I stopped in my tracks. She sighed before continuing. "Listen, I jus....AGHHHHHH...." Nothing compared to the feeling in my heart at that moment. The way I felt and reacted to her pained screams, was a feeling like no other. Hearing her in pain was my own pain, I hated this new found weakness...but do I really? Part of me keeps telling me that, but if I truly hated it, then I wouldn't feel that way. And I believe it.

I immediately spun around, seeing a man wielding a knife to my girls throat. He's going to pay. "Let. Her. Go. Now." My voice was deep and stern.

"Well...well looks like you sir forgot who has the weapon!? Now listen, you and your girlfriend here are going to give me everything of value and you'll be fine. What do you say pretty boy?" The man finished his snarky demand by ripping off Y/N's necklace, causing her to flinch and me to become even more p*ssed.

"She's not my girlfriend." I continued through gritted teeth, taking a small step forward.

"Aww...shame. Would've made this a little easier. Maybe...I should just have a little fun with her then?" He said looking straight at me. He was testing me and pushing my buttons, but soon I'll be breaking him. Y/N's eyes widened even more, upon realizing his intentions. Don't worry love, I won't let anyone touch you...ever.

"I said Don't. F*cking. Touch. Her. Let her go now, because you're really gonna p*ss me off. You won't like me then!" My voice grew deeper and more demonic with each word. I knew I was turning and as I looked him straight in the eyes, I felt my own changing. They grew darker and I could feel the fire embers of red trying to spark threw. I refused to to let myself go to those extremes. Instead I allowed my appearance to become more sinister. My skin turned even more pale and my veins were coursing black; I could pass for the devil himself.

His eyes widened. "Wh..What the hell?!" Y/N took his shock as an opportunity to elbow him in the gut and run towards my direction. Good girl.

Unbeknownst to me at the time, she was cut by the blade, as she pulled away, leaving a trail of blood trickling down her neck. I quickly rushed forward, slamming the man into the brick wall, and repeatedly punching him. I was going to kill this b*stard. He messed with the wrong f*cking demon. No, he messed with wrong demon's girl.

I was beyond infuriated. The mere thought of him touching Y/N in any manner, made my blood boil. I wanted to detach his petty face from his skull. I wanted to rip every limb from his body. And after I had my fun, then I would rip his rapidly beating heart from his chest and watch it slowly fade to a stop, as his eyes glazed over and death consumed him.

But I didn't. As Y/N rushed to my side and grabbed my arm, begging me to stop. "Dark?! Dark, stop please?! Don't kill him. He's not worth it!" I swung my head back, my eyes held an evil glare, and my fist was still drawn and ready to swing, but held back by her grasp. She had tear-filled eyes, that left another discomforting feeling in my chest. My eyes shifted from hers, to the fresh blood trailing down her neck. That caught my attention, I was only now realizing that the blade must have cut her as she pulled away from the sh*thead, that's nearly p*ssing himself in my grasp.

I wanted so badly to kill him. I was full of rage and desire to harm this man. He hurt my Y/N. I guess I didn't realize then, but I claimed her. I wanted her; I needed her. She would be mine whether she wanted it or not. She thought she was persistent; I'm unstoppable. I get what I want.

I shook her arm off and thrust it forcefully forward in his direction. Instead of dealing a lethal blow to his skull with my bare fist, I hit the brick wall. It cracked and pieces went flying, but the Son of a B*tch would live another day. Only because of her. I retracted my bloodied-knuckled hand and snapped my fingers, instantly causing the man to fall unconscious.

"Y/N, come on. You need to get to a hospital?" My voice was stern. I stood up and turned around abruptly to see she was looking quite pale herself.

"Dark...did...did you kill him?" She asked tears heavily weighing on her eyes.

"No. He's unconscious. But you're bleeding and you need to go..." she cut me off with a panicked look and weak voice.

"D..Dark! I..I don't feel..." she began, but soon started to collapse. I quickly caught her in my arms. I had to help her, but a hospital was now out of the question. Let's just say, that they don't take to kindly to people like me.

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I quickly brought her to her apartment, as I remembered exactly where it was. In fact, as much as I hate to admit it, I've been wandering near her apartment the the past three weeks, just trying to see her face again. She had me caught in her web and I didn't even realize it.  

Upon entering the apartment, I placed her on her bed and searched for some medical supplies. I found a first aid kit, allowing me to clean and stitch her wounds. Using my abilities, I placed her under a light comatose state to keep her from waking. I handled the cut with care and finished with the bandage. I knew what I was doing; I've had plenty of practice on myself.

Part of me wanted to leave, but I didn't. I couldn't. Something inside me took over and made me stay. I needed to see her face and know she was ok. But I told my subconscious that I needed to know how she knew my name. It must've worked, otherwise I wouldn't be here.

I pulled a chair to the bedside and sat down. She looked so peaceful when she slept. Taking her hand into mine, I don't really know why; it just happened as though I was meant to. Her hand was a perfect fit in my own. Why did I want her so badly? I shouldn't have these feelings. I'll stay by her side, until she wakes. Then...I must leave. Staying any longer would be a grave mistake, and
possibly my own. For now, I'll stay. She's resting now, giving me time to think. About her, me and my new desires, the b*stard that would be limping home tonight...f*ck, I'm only going to be thinking about her.

As I gazed up at her once more, I wished I'd never followed her that night, but at the same time I'm glad I did. I wouldn't have had the chance to see this beautiful woman. I came here, to her home with the intention to kill her, drain her body of all life with my bare hands, and watch those beautiful and fearful eyes go dim, as if the light in them burnt out. All this as I held her lifeless body. That changed. Instead, I wanted something more, something I have never done and have no intention of ever doing. And that's taking her, claiming her. When I had her pinned beneath me, all I wanted to do was make her mine, with or without her consent. I wanted that same thing right now. I watched her intently as she slept. She looked so peaceful, her breathing steady, as her chest slowly rose and fell, and she fluttered her eyes from time to time. It took every ounce of my being, too not pounce on her frail body and take her right there where she laid. I wanted her to wake up screaming. First in fear; then in pleasure. I wanted to know what it would be like to have her scream my name? I can feel myself growing harder as I imagined this, she was tearing me apart without even trying.  Then everything came to a crashing halt. I let my mind wonder to far...I imagined the scenario again. Painting a more realistic visual in my head, like I said before 'pain to pleasure' but pain stopped everything. I saw her hurt eyes and reality struck me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't take her looking at me that way, it caused an awful pain in my chest. Why did she make me feel this way? I just need some rest. I leaned forward resting my head on the edge of her bed, slowly drifting to sleep. 

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Your POV:
My head's pounding, and I feel like I can't move. My mind slowly grasps that I'm coming out of sleep, as I slowly began fluttering my eyes open. Once they adjusted to the dim light from my bathroom, I saw him. Dark that is. He was setting beside me, holding my hand. That took me by surprise, and made me smile. He had fallen asleep, with his head sideways and mouth slightly open. He breathed in and out deeply, not snoring, cute nonetheless. I decided I should let him know I had awaken.

Squeezing his hand gently, I whispered. "Hey Dark. How long have I been out?"

He sat up quickly and looked straight at me. His eyes lit up and I saw his smile, a genuine smile. But as quick as it appeared, it was gone. He wore his emotionless expression again. I wanted to see that smile again. "Hey...you've been out for a few hours now. It's almost 10PM."He answered looking at the clock and back to me. Almost ten?! God...I got off of work at six. I really passed out. I nodded and we sat In silence for a moment. Then he spoke again. "How do you feel?"

"Like h*ll..." we both snickered at my comment. "I can't believe I've been out that long? What did I do?"

He chuckled lightly and scratched the back of his head. "Well, that might be a little on my part. To keep you from waking while I stitched you up, I used a light comatose power on you. I don't use it that often and may have over did it some."

"You can do that?" My eyes lit up like a small child's, while he simply nodded. "Wow. Well, I think you should practice it more. You never know when you need to use it."

"Practice?" He scoffed. "First off, I don't practice. Secondly, it's useless. I prefer people awake while I kill them." I saw him make a face. It's as though he scorned himself for what he said. I'm assuming "kill". I should fear him, but for some reason I don't. He doesn't scare me, I feel he's better than what he leads on to being. 

"Well you never know when you would need to use it on a friend. What if they get hurt and won't stop flailing around. You could save them with that." I spoke calmly and held firm confidence in my every word.

"Friends...?! Well, I get your point Y/N, but in all honesty my only friend is a demon. Like myself, so if the b*stard won't stop moving, he can patch his own d*mn self up." I gave him a frown. I didn't believe him. He didn't mean that, I could tell.

Again came the silence. I didn't know what to say honestly, but he soon broke it. And almost broke me. "Well, it's best I leave now." My heart sank, I didn't want him to leave. "I think it's best you get some rest. In the morning change that bandage, so you don't get an infection." He paused for a moment and sighed before continuing. "And...will you now listen to me? Stay out of that d*mn alley! It's full of dangerous people, I won't always be able to save you." He stood up, releasing my hand and pushed the chair away slightly.

"Thank you, Dark." I reached as far as I could without hurting myself and intertwined our hands once more. His face formed a frown and his gaze shifted to our interlocked hands.

"What for...?" His words were almost a whisper. He sounded hurt. Almost like he's never heard an apology before.

"For saving me, for staying, for...I don't know...just thank you." I smiled and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I didn't...listen you shouldn't be thanking me. I'm the reason your in this mess. Just promise you'll stay away from that alleyway?" He said jerking his hand away. His voice was stern and emotionless again, but I can tell he didn't want to be that way. I could see it in his eyes.

"Will I ever see you again?" He drew a rough look and then turned away shaking his head. "I will stay out of the alley Dark, but only if you promise to visit me?" I said in all seriousness, sitting up and crossing my arms. I couldn't let this be the end. I needed to know more. He was hiding something, and I was going to find it. I didn't want him to go...

"What? Y/N? I tried to kill you..." I cut him off.

"But you didn't?!"

"Y/N..?! STOP!" His voice drew gruff and irritated. "You don't know me. I'm dangerous. I kill. I'm evil. You know that man who attacked you tonight? I was going to kill him. I didn't care. Now if I was that man, I would've killed you both and taken whatever I wanted. Stop trying to make me out to be a good person, you'll be the one hurt in the end." I only looked away. I didn't want him to see my pain. He tossed the chair back a few feet, jumping on on the bed and pinning me down. Preventing any movement I made. He got right in my face before continuing. "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT? HUH?! You want me to come here and scare you more? How about I kill you? Y/N, I was more than willing to take you where you laid that night. I was going to drain you of your innocence and dignity and then kill you! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR?! Huh? Answer me?!"

"Da...Dark stop! P..please?" I was sobbing heavily now. I didn't want to believe the words coming from his mouth. I wanted him to be different. I wanted what I saw him hiding...In his eyes.

He pushed off me and sat up. I immediately curled tightly into myself. Avoiding his gaze and crying to myself "Godd*mmit! Y/N?! What the f*ck are you doing to me, huh? Why can I watch hundreds of people cower in fear and find pure joy in it, but with you, I loath it. Your pain hurts me here." He pointed to his chest. His heart. "What are you doing to me? Stop making me feel this way? This cold black heart hasn't felt in a long time, I want it to stay that way! Get out of my f*cking head!"

By this point, he was pacing my room and yelling. I could only cry. I didn't know how to respond, I was afraid. Yes, now I am afraid. But nothing was more terrifying than the silence. I couldn't hear anything. No footsteps, no breathing, no movements, nothing-besides my own sobs that is. I thought he left, and that made me cry harder. I pressed my face further into my pillow. "Why....why me?!" I muttered lowly.

Soon after I felt the bed shift behind me. I knew it was him without even looking. My breath hitched and I tried to stop my pathetic crying. Then I heard a deep and pained sigh. "I'm so sorry Y/N. I...I...I'm so sorry. Please, don't cry." His voice was low, he sounded hurt. I didn't say anything. We both sat in the darkness, no words spoken. "Y/N? Please, will you look at me." I stayed still for a moment, but slowly turned to face him. "Thank you..." he muttered lowly. I almost missed it, but it was there. "Listen I'm not good at this, but I'm going to try. I'm sorry. I...Do you know how sorry I am?" I nodded. "Ok...And you know I mean it right?" I nodded again with a small smile. He returned it with a small smile of his own. "But...I guess none of that means a thing, unless...Do you forgive me?"

I reached over and grabbed his hand. Shaking my head and rolling my eyes, I answered, with a smile on my face.i was still hurt, still scared, but still willing to try. "Yes, Dark. You may have scared me, a lot, but of course I forgive you." His face drew wide with a smile. It was beautiful. And then I saw it, what he he so desperately hid from the world. It was magical. And it was held for me. I know he didn't know that I discovered his secret, but in time he would.

He looked at our intertwined hands once more and then to me. He smiled again, this time even bigger than the last. His eyes held a secret and I would keep it dearly. His eyes searched my expression, as if he were trying to read my thoughts. He stopped as found my lips, I knew what he wanted and I wouldn't stop him. His eyes found mine again and I gave a small nod. He slowly bent down and took me by the mouth. It was slow and passionate, and I enjoyed every second of it. He didn't bother waisting his time though. No, he quickly changed from gentle and slow to claiming and dominant. He barely gave me a chance to process what was happening before he began begging for entrance. He bit my bottom lip, drawing a gasp from me, where he took full advantage to explore my mouth. He brought his hand to my neck to deepen our kiss, causing me to wince. Seems we both had forgotten the gash on my neck. He quickly pulled away. "Ohh..Y/N, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...I forgot." I shook my head and smiled. I reached up and caressed his cheek and pulled him into another kiss. He fell right back into perfect sync of where he left off. I was in my own world when he kissed me.

He maneuvered his body, so it was hovering over my own. I couldn't help, but let out small moans as he worked his way down my chin, neck, and soon my collarbone. This was opposite of the gash I recently obtained, of course. Either way the small pain I felt was overpowered by the way his touch made me feel. I have never been so bold before him. We're not even a couple and I'm letting this go so far. But this felt right. He felt right.

I was brought back from my thoughts as he whispered in my ear, placing gentle kisses there as he spoke. "You're so beautiful...I don't know why, but I want you baby girl?...I need you?..." He immediately pushed off me, shaking his head and tugging at his hair. "F*ck...what am I saying? Why do you do this to me?" He sounded like he was on the verge of tears, yet ready to snap at me at any moment. It's as though he was battling with himself.

I slowly sat up, as I still had a small bit of pain and felt a bit languid. I scooted closer towards him and placed my hand on his shoulder. I had a fifty/fifty chance of him lashing out at me or accepting me. He didn't lash out, that's a good sign. I didn't know what to do, so I stayed silent. I rubbed small circles on his shoulder with my thumb and waited for him to speak.

A good ten minutes of complete silence passed and he finally showed some form of life. Before now he was completely silent, no sound nor movement. Now, I felt his body shake beneath my hands and I heard a gutwrenching sound. He was crying.

I immediately climbed closer to him. He stood up and started to walk away, but I followed suit. Not caring about the chastening he may give me for my actions. Despite his efforts to push me away, I hugged him. His back was to me, so I embraced him from behind. I rested my head between his shoulder blades and held his torso tightly. I knew he didn't want me to see him cry, but I wanted to comfort him. He'll speak when he's ready. I placed a small kiss between his shoulder blades and patiently waited.

I really don't know how long we stayed like that. His muffled cries tore at my heart and I could only hold him tighter...closer.

****

His cries subdued and he peeled my arms from his body. I reluctantly released him. He slowly turned to face me. His gaze looked dangerous, deadly in fact. I should have been terrified, but I wasn't. I knew Dark was putting up a front. Hiding his emotions from me. Instead of backing away like he intended me to, I stepped forward and embraced him again. I heard his sharp inhale, as if he had gasped, and his heart rate quickened. It was melodic in my ears. His heartbeat. Laying my head on his chest was soothing, but the moment was broken by his words.

"Why are you doing this? How?" his voice sounded strained and broken. He didn't know what love was. What having someone to care for felt like. These were new to him, and I wanted to show him everything. Teach him. Guide him...Love him?

I backed away slightly, letting go of him and looking into his softening eyes. I smiled gingerly. "Dark? I'm not trying to hurt you. I could never. I know that you're a demon and you feel heartless..." he stopped me and shot me a glare.

"I am heartless!" I quickly shushed him, earning another deadly glare. It soon warmed and all but vanished as I continued speaking.

"Dark! I know, but believe it or not you have developed feelings. Especially towards me. I still don't know what you see in me? I never will, but how else do you explain this?" I motioned around the room and towards each other. "How do you explain not killing me like the rest of your victims? You saving me? Kissing me....?" My words fell, but I managed to get out one last question. "How do you explain this, Dark?"

He scanned my whole face. As if he would find his words there. There was a moment of silence in the dimly lit room. Where words weren't spoke, the silence spoke volumes. It scared me more than Dark ever could. I feared it would only bring bad news, but the man in front of me proved me wrong.

"Beauty, curiosity, compassion...Love." I furrowed my brows in confusion. "That's what I see in you." His face still lacked emotions, but his gestures did not. He cupped my fully flushed cheeks in his soothingly, cold hand. "I really don't know how to answer you love. I...I just feel something with you that I've never felt with anyone else before. Hell, feeling in general is new to me. You're changing me, but I don't know If I want to stop you. You made my black heart feel again, I can't explain how but I don't think I want it to stop. What you did for me tonight was bold and...and you cared for me. For me? Thank you."

His eyes were locked on mine the whole time he spoke. I could tell that he once again was fighting back his tears. I couldn't judge him. He is feeling so many emotions at once. He's blocked them away for so long and it's become overwhelming. I could only smile at his kind words. No, brave words. I know it took a lot for him to admit these feelings.

"You're welcome Dark." With those three words, I stepped closer, stood on my tiptoes, and kissed the man who completely changed me.

He gently cupped my face and allowed his fingers to slowly trail down my neck, where I soon felt a searing pain. I hissed and pulled away abruptly before feeling a cool rushand no more pain. I placed my hand over the wound to discover it was gone. I gasped and looked in astonishment at Dark. In a matter of seconds his emotions turned from cocern to realization to anger.

He tore his gaze from mine and looked into the darkest corner, before shouting. "Anti! What are you doing here?! And what the f*ck do you want?!" I quickly turned to see a  slender man appear from the shadows. I retreated slightly and was tucked safely behind Dark's muscular body.

"Nice to see you too Dark! And ye didn't even introduce me to ya missus. The name's AntiSepticEye, but you can call me Anti!" He chirped in a rather sinister Irish accent. It's as though his joyous words were slowly being drowned by the evil hiss. The good and malicious constantly at war.

"The AntiSepticEye?" I said as though suddenly finding my voice.

He smirked like the Cheshire Cat. "The one only! And look, the missus knows me name!"

"Enough with the BS, answer the d*mn questions!" Dark growled. I stood beside him intertwining our hands-trying to soothe some of the tension away. He relaxed and gave my hand a small squeeze.

"Well, a thank you suffice, Dark." He deadpanned. "But to answer your futile questions, I wanted nothing more than to say aye. Whenever I seen ye weren't home, I tracked ye here. I figured you were out having a little fun and I'd join ye. This isn't the fun I expected." He ended with a wink. 

Dark sighed and seemed to relax. He turned to give the fully healed wound a last once-over, before turning his attention back towards Anti. "I..overreacted-"

"No sh*t-" Anti interrupted.

"Don't press it!" Dark bit before sighing. "Thank you. For healing her, Y/N." He looked at me with soft eyes before returning his attention towards Anti. "Listen, you weren't supposed to know, none of this was supposed to happen, we weren't supp-" Anti interrupted once more.

"Dark, my friend, I get it. I umm, I actually have a little surprise myself." The little Irish man scratched nervously at the back of his neck, before he stepped aside to reveal a small red headed woman. "She's the one ye need to thank. This is Signe! Ain't she a beauty?!" The woman playfully smacked Anti's arm and smirked.

"No thanks in need. We need someone to keep these goofballs in line. And that's vertu much so a woman's job. He couldn't resist my fiery comebacks and I think he put a demonic spell on me, but I can't seem to resist him either. But I would have it any other way." Anti visibly played feigned hurt in her words, but it melted away as she drew him into a kiss.

I smiled at the two, hoping I could find that someday. I soon felt Dark behind, snuggling against my neck, pressing his lips to my ear, and whispering in it before placing a kiss there. "If that's what you want love. I will try my best." He placed several more kisses against my ear and neck before I turned towards him, confessing my truth, and kissing his mouth slowly.

****
From that night on, I can't describe my life. New friends and what feels like family. I love Dark. He's a good man; a changed man. Together both Anti and Dark have grown incredibly strong. I can't describe the joy I feel.

The love.

The compassion.

The trust.

All of this is seen throughout my new found friendship, relationship, in myself, in him...especially in his eyes.

...Especially. in. His. Eyes.

A/N: Hello my lovelies! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

It's been too long! & yes I mean both in the time since I've last updated & that ridiculously long (7,907 word) oneshot! Sorry my dears!

Whelp that was supposed to be more spoopy for Halloween, but it NEEDED to end.

Random fact: This oneshot had been partially written & untouched since Jan. 20th this year(2017)! 9 months!

It's great to be back! I hope to post more frequently, but no promises!

Let me know your thoughts! Comments & votes are appreciated! Have a great day & a safe Halloween!
~Megan XOXO