There have been moments in my life where confrontation was inevitable, some questions needed to be answered but people always reacted differently when accused of doing something.

Shame. Anger. Disbelief. Sadness. There were thousands of emotions that were brought forth from being doubted and accused. 

I did not fancy myself someone who pointed a finger towards people lightly, but neither was I naive enough to believe that no one in this world was touched by reality. And sometimes, reality was cruel.

The point, in my eyes, was not folding to that cruel truth no matter what the outcome came to be. 

He didn't seem all that surprised to see me waiting for him when he walked through the front door hours later. Shutting the door behind him he paused before raising a hand removing the hood, pushing his hair away from his face. Through the glass windows that surrounded the door, the sunset, blues, and pinks made his overall bright appearance stand out more as he leaned against the door. Scanning him I noted the very important lack of a book. There weren't any telling signs of anything suspicions, no scent of blood or even human on him.

The best know how to hide. 

I got up from the couch and with my arms crossed over my chest walked up to him. I disliked the look on his face as he took me in, watching my every step with intense precision. When I was at a safe distance I stopped in front of him and looked up.

"Where is the supposed book?"

"Reading is my favorite past time, you learn much without having to put forth effort." He murmured taking a step forward. "But that is not why you've waited for me at the entrance. Go on, Mykela, ask me what you wish."

My palms tingled, I shifted my weight on my leg as my mouth flattened. He made me uncomfortable when he spoke like that, his words always reveling more than I wanted to know and never really answering what I did. The way he answered was as if we were intimately close. We were not. Sometimes I felt responsible for his actions, although unwillingly, I did have a part in his being in this world and so any chaos he brought was partially my fault. Although on the other hand, I knew that I could not be held responsible for his every move and choice, even if I could, he was his own...man. 

"Have you done what I suspected?"

"I am not a violent man." Was all he said. Lifting a hand he stared into my eyes, pinning me to my spot with such intensity that I had no choice but to hold my breath as a finger touched my face and skimmed down. He did it again, but this time I felt something sharp trail down, not breaking the skin, but there.

"But you aren't a man either." I breathed out. I took a step back leaving his hand mid-air, turned, and left.

Not wanting to stay inside with him and my thoughts I went out and sat on the bench beneath the flowers and stared out at the sky, leg crossed over the other, bouncing.

He either did or didn't. If he did there was nothing for me to do even if I wanted to if he didn't then there was also nothing for me to do, but the look in his eyes...he definitely did something.  If he did, he killed a man, then my only question would be, why, really. It was almost sad, that it would be the only question I would have for him, but I was far too used to tragedy. No, this wouldn't fall under tragedy.

It was normal. Snuffing out life was something I had become desensitized over time, be it from my own hands or that of others, but this Mykela and all the ones that awoke always had a sense of guilt and horror to discover that they had been dragged back into a world where the ending was not all fairy tale and happily ever afters. I wasn't blind, I knew that even if I didn't know someone personally I should still be saddened by their demise, but I simply didn't have the...something. I couldn't recall, or pick a word, but I knew I was missing something. 

I was no more human than Venom pretended to be apparently. Life should not be so easily wiped out and yet that's how it happened, be it by accident, man or monster. I sighed. My mind was always at work over what was and what should be and yet I never found myself happy with the answers. Today had started promising as well and now it felt somewhat gloomy if that were even possible. 

Harper had an idea that would help in this whole mess, but now I found myself more reluctant than before on proceeding. I mulled over her theory, trying to find faults. 

"How exactly did you two end up meeting?" She had asked innocently, a wonderous look on her face.

"He tried to kill me and ended up just biting me instead."

Her face fell. 

"What the fuck?" She whispered under her breath, scanning my neck and arms as if a bite mark would suddenly pop out. "Why? Why would he do that?"

"That is a complicated story. Why the interest?" 

"Well, you two are linked to one another and yet instead of his help, I'm here so I got to thinking that maybe it's because his powers are just different from yours but you mentioned before how he's the problem to your gift and things started rolling from there." She started moving her hands animatedly. "You said every time you tried to use your gift, he's sort of the default mode and then I had a thought; what if he isn't the default? What if he's the last boss before you get to the final door?" 

I frowned, not completely following her word interpretation. The first time in this world, the first life here I had fought Venom, true, with his own skill, but I had done so because it's how I functioned. It wasn't until Viper jumped in that I tried switching over to her that I realized something was wrong. Of course, everything worsened when in trying to do so both Venom and I dropped in pain. Thereafter, no matter the species strength or weakness, I remained golden-eyed or brown-eyed. No amount of effort, no amount of frustration changed being lost within myself. I voiced this to Harper and after a silent moment she slowly shook her head, looking away from me I could tell that she was working with the thoughts as they came, trying to piece something together.

"No, I don't think you should be focusing on the not being able to switch, I think you should focus on the connection you already have. I've been getting better at navigating you and you have a lot of shut doors and inaccessible places within you, it's like your keeping things to yourself even within yourself and it made me wonder if the reason you can't use your gift is because-"

"I don't wish too?" I said tightly through gritted teeth, eyes on her. Hearing my tone she glanced over at me and away just as fast as a nervous laugh bubbled from out of her.

"Well, only you would know the answer to that." She shook her head and shrugged, fingers coming together as she fidgeted in her chair. Despite not meeting my eye she continued on.  "But I was leaning more toward, and sorry if this sounds nosy, but you turn kinda cold when he's around, not that it's any of my business and I don't know the specifics of the link you share but now that I hear he was aiming for that neck first-"

"You had a point." I pushed, my head tilting forward a bit. Whatever she was hinting at would be helpful, I knew that she was a smart woman, but I couldn't help the tenseness in my shoulders as my body warmed as if ready for sudden action. 

"Maybe, if I'm right, in trying to keep him out, you've also kept him in. Your power makes you become like the person you connect too, that's really personal even if it's just for the physical prospect, but I was just wondering if after all this time the distance you've kept has actually just bonded you more. I mean, where do you start and where does he end? Do you even really know anymore?"

"What are you suggesting?"  My temples began to throb as a headache began to surface, I took in a deep breath, my fingers drumming against the armchair.

"Maybe instead of having me take a peek into your soul to pull the answers from you, you do some soul searching first. Whatever made you have a breakthrough  has already changed your world."  She glanced up at me from under her frames, a somewhat apologetic look to her. " I'm saying, the one sitting here should be Venom, instead of me."

It was a nightmare in broad daylight. Let him in, basically was what she wished for me to do, let him and see what miracles could happen. Like hell. My gifted connected me to his natural skills, but the bond between us went beyond me. The door I kept in place helped me keep the predator lurking on the other side out. Who knew what would happen, what he would do once a crack appeared. I wasn't an idiot, whatever Venom was, was greedy. I knew that from the number of times he pressed against the barrier that kept us separate, he would never try to force himself in but there was a patience to him that chilled me. Sometimes I wished he would do something impulsive for once, to show me that the patience and calculation he had wasn't instinctive. Wasn't natural.

I feared Venom. I wasn't cowardice enough to not know it. I knew that the hostile treatment wasn't simply means of keeping distance, I had always tried to be polite, even to those who sought destruction over all else. But with him, it was different, in so many frightening ways.

I feared what he was and his strength, in all the ways one could be strong. I disliked the knowledge that he was stronger than me, even when he had been in a state of weakness, that even at my best it was not enough. It felt like a blow to everything I had gone through as if my very struggles were not sufficient. It was silly but it was also natural to think in this fashion. I trembled at the very thought of opening that locked door because I had an inkling that what waited for me on the other side would come in and swallow me whole. Sin, soul and all.

But most of all, I feared sincerity, the longing in which he stared at me with and the intensity of which that gold burned.

I hadn't always been alone, but soon I had learned to enjoy it in my solitude. Then I had learned to thrive in the darkest places of my mind where I held my sins and desires so selfishly close to what remained of my heart. I did not fear pain, I did not fear death, I had nothing left to lose but what remained of who I was. Of who the first Mykela Debrouhs was. I had one wish, one wish passed down life by life by life. It has never changed, but its never gotten closer either. There was nothing else I wanted, anything else was just a means to an end.

But Venom, that creature, wanted something I wasn't sure I wanted, wasn't sure I needed or had in me if I ever had it at all. I had myself to depend on, to fight for, but at some point, there he was. A constant presence, never-ending, always following and unbending. Lurking and tracking me down. I wasn't sure what about me had captivated him if anything it was strange. I had tried to capture him, he had tried to kill me. That wasn't the start of a love story, it just couldn't be. 

Love.

It was an odd thing. I knew the love of family, friends, and coven. I felt the echos of the bonds we had shared through the pain every time I recalled a memory of the girl who lived oblivious of what was to come her way. I knew of interest, of greed and possession. It is true, people come to fear what they can not control, but sometimes what they can control is also something to be fearful of. There is freedom in losing control, but there are consequences. There is trust, in surrender, but that is not something I've come to experience and I wasn't about to do so with a creature that looked as if he would consume at the first sign of weakness. I knew from first-hand experience with him. He missed no opportunity, which as much as it annoyed me, was also how I gained knowledge of keeping him out. 

But love? Love was a bizarre and unpredictable thing that could leave as easily as it came sometimes. I knew the sting of betrayal when emotions were put over logic. It wasn't something I liked to recall, but it was a lesson learned. It wasn't that I didn't dare to try again, but I simply didn't care for it anymore. 

Once more I found myself thinking that I was no more human than Venom pretended to be. Were these thoughts normal? Did my lack of interest stem from the lives I've led? Or was this all there was in store for me? How had I gotten to this point? 

I was pessimistic and I was starting to see that now. I shook my head and chuckled, watching clouds move closer oh so ever slowly. 

Even I was growing tired of this. 

Which meant there was only one choice left if I ever wished to fulfill the only wish I had. 

A leap of faith, being spontaneous, something I did not do. I had been trained with caution in mind and at some point in time, it had become first nature. But I was not there. I was here. Why could I not act as I wished? It was as if phantom chains still held me in place. I was outside for a fairly long time, so when the night conquered the sky and the cold came, still I could not force myself to go in.

I had grown accustomed to the cold, warmth, in any form was suspicious and foreign but there was something that I did not want to grow accustomed to, something I feared more than being consumed by a monster pretending to be a man. I feared the repetition of this life. Over and over and over again. I wanted it to end.

"Mykela Debrouhs," I whispered to myself, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. " If I let go and this kills you, I am sorry. Truly sorry." 

Perhaps I had grown weak from time, but I knew for a fact I was tired. What else did I have to lose? If the bastard devoured me then so be it. I'll find a way to get even in the next life and the one after that until it went my way. Viper would get a kick out of finally getting to kill me, no doubt. With a shake of my head, I stood and began to make my way into the house.

Sliding the door closed behind me I paused and listened in. Someone was rummaging around in the kitchen, from the nearly silent steps and humming I knew it to be Viper. Upstairs, instead of being in her room, I heard Harper's steady heartbeat coming from the movie room. Hadn't Viper spent the whole day in there? They must be watching something together. I suppose this ran in my favor. 

Making my way upstairs I walked past Harper's room, went down the maze of halls that zig-zagged and followed the silence. The further in I went into the house, the chillier it seemed to grow, the more walls were replaced with glass and mirrors that bounced off of one another. Soon I could see my breath, my reflections growing frostier and foggy. I frowned. Since when had he let so much power roam free? 

There were no lights on but since the further into the back of the house you got the more it turned into a skyline, only the night light was necessary to illuminate. It created a beautiful, almost tranquil sense as I walked around. The highest part of the house, five steps made of glass were in front of me, two metallic sliding doors slightly agar. I went up slowly, hand trailing up the cold rail on my left. There was no sound this further down the house, not unless I strained my ears, there was definite coming from his room.

As close as I was now, he must have sensed me nearing his room, I knew he could hear me and yet he let me come to him. My right hand came to my stomach and pressed as turmoil and doubt filled me, I bit the inside of my lip, freezing one step to the last one. The air was cold as I breathed in, the tip of my nose chilled. My heart did not pound in my chest, fire did not burn in my veins but my legs felt heavy, my back felt as if any straighter and I would break. It was probably because that is what it felt like I had come to do. I had come to be broken. I was risking it, better stated. Clenching the railing I dropped my hand from my stomach and took the last step forward until I stood before the slightly open door.

The gap was slight, but it was enough to see him standing away from the door, in front of the fireplace that crackled behind him despite the cold that surrounded everything. Through the door, a golden eye peaked back at me ablaze as shadows danced the darkened room, the tips of his hair nearly transparent, paining him in a near halo. From what I could see he had changed into something transparent and loose-fitting, silken white bottoms and bare feet. I could not name the expression on his face, but whatever it was made me tremble from the inside out.

Caught. 

That's how I felt. 

Run.

Is what I wanted to do.

Go in.

Is what I did. 

Lifting my hand I placed them on the handles of the door and moved them apart and walked in, watching him as he watched me I closed the doors behind me shut.

///AN///

Yall don't understand how hard I laughed knowing this would drive some of yall mad. I was like bitch don't do it, but like- 

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