Love Story Undertaker x Y/N

Chapter 17: Don't Sign (Adrian's P.O.V.)

"Well, where's the demon?" I asked, crossing my arms and glaring at the unwelcome intruder.

"I saw him coming here," River said, "I was trying to warn you, honest. It wants to take (Y/N) soul and because she's sick, many demons think she's an easy target."

"And you know this how?" 

He sighed before lifting his shirt and showing me the stab wounds on his stomach, "I overheard a conversation among them."

"I'll stitch you up later you fool," I said, shaking my head, "For now, I'm going to tell (Y/N) it was a false alarm and that I'm going to work."

"She's alone?" the angel asked.

"Yes, why?"

"Because demons don't need to use doors!" the angel said.

Shit. I turned and ran back to the room. The hell was I thinking. Of course they don't need doors. They could come to her in her mind if they wanted. I burst into the room and coughed. It was filled with black smoke and (Y/N) was in the center of it, looking almost asleep. I tried to reach for her but the smoke blocked me from entering. As I looked for a way to get through, some of the smoke around her took a semi-tangible form. The demon. It was holding her. It had its arms around her back and it was whispering in her ear. Its dark red eyes were trained on me though, mocking me and the fact that I can't get through.

"Why do you even bother?" It's disgusting, merciless voice growled, "If you can't reach her, she obviously doesn't want you to help her. She's creating this barrier, not me."

"You're lying! She wouldn't agree to a deal with you!" I yelled.

She started to look around. She was still listening.

"(Y/N) refuse the deal!" I yelled, "(Y/N), please!"

"What's happening, Adrian?" she whispered, so softly I barely heard.

"(Y/N), resist him!"

She was slipping further away. If she became weak enough, she would agree. I lost all patience. In a second, my death scythe was in hand and I was trying to break through the invisible field. 

"It's useless, little reaper," the demon laughed, "All you are is a human that gave up on life. There's nothing strong about you."

"One of the benefits of a long life is experience," I said, "I've lived long enough to have learned that I won't get stronger if I give up again."

I was actually becoming somewhat tired. I dug my scythe into the field and was surprised when it finally cut through. I tried to pull against the field and it slowly tore in half.

"(Y/N), refuse him!" I called again, almost having a hole wide enough to get through.

"Get down!"

In a split-second, I weighed my options and ducked down. I was pleasantly surprised when a knife flew through the opening I had made and pierced the demon. It had also grazed (Y/N) and seeing her stomach bleeding slightly, I was angry. But she suddenly snapped upright and opened her eyes.

"No," she gasped. The room was suddenly quiet and empty. I had fallen to the floor when the tension of my death scythe in the field was gone and I saw the angel standing behind me. He picked me up by my shoulders, but I pulled away and went to (Y/N)'s side. She was shaking and tears trickled down her cheeks. Would she have another attack after all of this?

"(Y/N), breathe. You'll be alright," I said, pulling her into my arms. To my surprise, her body didn't tense in pain and she didn't gasp for air. She held onto my shirt and sat up straighter to tuck her face into my neck. I stroked her hair and closed my eyes. Sudden exhaustion washed over my body. Had I been afraid? I didn't realized until now that I had been very tense and adrenaline had rushed through my veins. I was afraid. But it was also a thrill. I hadn't felt this much of an adrenaline rush in hundreds of years. I wanted to feel it again, but not at (Y/N)'s expense.