Tempting Darkness

Chapter Two

(gore/death warning)

"Y/N!! Are you even paying attention?"

Your eyes flashed open at the sound of your royal tutor yelling. You looked around the room, your focus landing on the frown in front of you. Serah gave you a light smack on the head.

"Owww. Why?" you whined, covering your head before she could smack it again.

"Stop sleeping in class and you'll find out why," she retorted, looking back at the blackboard. It was not unlike you to fall asleep in class- other girls love learning embroidery and all about the ways of etiquette, but you could barely find mathematics entertaining. You were just different from them. You rolled your eyes and looked around. 'This class is boring, but at least the tutor is hot...' you thought to yourself.

No matter how hard you tried to focus, your thoughts all came back to the stranger that kissed you. Did he purposefully leave his handkerchief? Probably... but does that mean he wants you to have it? Again, probably.. But when will you see him again? It's already been 3 days with no word from him. You smacked your cheeks, "What do you mean, 3 days? Why do you even want to see him again anyways? I'm such a creep!"

After class, you headed back to your room. You sat down at your desk to write a poem about your existential crisis. Most girls would write poems about love or pastries or hope, but you weren't like them in this manner. You wrote about your darkness, your philosophies, and you wrote about how awful it was being you. You were deep.

Noir, but me alone

By Y/N

The wild dog is panting,

Surrounded by poodles,

he cannot be free.

A book of kittens,

Surrounded by lions,

Learning to be.

But what if the kitten and the wild dog meet?

Would the wild dog learn to be free like the kitten,

Or would the kitten become a poodle?

The sky turns grey,

The horses are running from the wild dog.

I turn to the sun and squint through,

Little does the wild dog know,

The direction in which he runs in is ended with a cage.

The night comes again and again, but the poodles are in the sun.

Am I just facing the wrong way, or is the night mine alone?

You scan the parchment, proud of your newest creation. It was probably your best work. You slipped the parchment into a protectant film and called for your maid to place it on your wall, on display with your other works.

"Hey Becca, can you hang this up?" you spoke aloud. You wait for her footsteps, but none come. "Becca! I need you!" You called, lowder this time. You waited again, but to no avail. "God, where is she? BECCA!" You shouted. 'If she doesn't show up within the next five seconds, I'm reporting her to the head maid.' you thought.

Five seconds turned to five minutes, and your repeated shouts were not answered. "I swear, if she's with her friends slacking off again..." You started searching for your maid yourself.

Opening every door, looking in every cranny, even asking the head maid where she was led to nothing. This isn't the first time she's gone missing for a little while, but it sure would be the last if there's no good explanation!

You decided to take matters into your own hands and headed towards her sleeping chambers. You threw open the door, a bit upset to say the least- she did just make you walk to find her.

However to your horror, she was not peacefully sleeping. No no no. You met the gaze of the dull lifeless eyes in front of you. Atop the bed was what remained her body, dismembered and lifeless. You couldn't contain your shriek of terror which of course alerted the nearby guards.

Blood. Blood was everywhere. It slowly crept its way into all of your senses. Invading your every thought. The blood rushing in your ears insured you couldn't hear the reassuring words of the guard. You swore you couldn't see anything but the smears of crimson on the walls, floors, and even ceiling. The smell might have been the worst part. Becca had been torn apart, ripped to shreds, you only recognized her because her face was in more or less one part. I mean sure she was extremely vanilla but she surely did not deserve this fate. You stumbled forward in your grief but slipped on the nearby blood. The last thing you saw before passing out was your own bloodied hand.