encounters with a demon | darkiplier

Chapter 11. His Blood Reappears

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This chapter contains some gore-y and bloody stuff. Please read at your own risk if you can't handle those kind of things that well.

You opened the door and it was exactly who you wanted it to be. But, definitely not in the condition you thought he would be in. Mark was there too, and Dark was basically hanging on to him for dear life.

Dark was clutching his side and you soon noticed that his black-colored blood was oozing from area he was holding. He choked and coughed up the the same exact blood, the black substance dripping down his chin. You gasped and rushed over to Dark's other side to help Mark get him inside the apartment.

As soon as the two of you had gotten him safely inside, you shut the door as Mark took Dark over to the couch and carefully set him down on it. You listened to the pain-filled groans he let out as he tried to get as comfortable as possible on the soft cushions.

You hurried over to the couch and kneeled down beside him. You could see the pain and suffering he was going through in his dark eyes as he turned to look at you, but you also saw regret. He regretted going out. Something bad had happened.

You gently removed his hand from his side and you tried to lift up his shirt without causing him that much pain. He winced and grunted as you basically ripped his shirt from his side because of the dried blood that was stuck to the material. As soon as you laid your eyes on his injury, you winced yourself, feeling very sorry for the demon. It was awful.

It was a knife wound, so you now knew that he had been stabbed. It was already infected, puss forming all around the outside, and the blood just kept oozing out.

You grimaced and quickly got up to retrieve the first aid kit from the bathroom and came back to Dark's side. He coughed even harder this time, causing him to spit out the black colored blood once again.

You got to work extremely fast and started cleaning the wound. Dark would groan out in pain every once in awhile as you used some disinfectant wipes to clean up the bloody mess first. He would also tense up sometimes whenever you touched him. You were surprised that the tears weren't streaming down his face now.

You dabbed a cotton ball soaked with hydrogen peroxide in it on the wound to kill all the bacteria and to weaken the infection. Then you went to work at cleaning up all the dried blood surrounding the his stab wound. Mark watched you with worried eyes as you worked away at his evil side's injury.

"Hey Mark, if you could get a towel for Dark so he isn't coughing up blood everywhere, that'd be great." you say to him as you gently wiped away the blood that was all over his side with another disinfectant wipe.

Dark was squeezing his eyes shut and he would grip the cushions of the couch harder every time you dabbed at the wound. You were trying to stay as calm as you could given the situation you were so abruptly put in. You didn't want to start freaking out while in the middle of it all. You most likely freak out Dark and Mark, and that wouldn't turn out well.

Mark nodded and left the room and came back a moment later with a towel for Dark. He handed it over to the demon and he immediately accepted it and brought it to his mouth, coughing up more blood into the towel.

You were just praying that with all the blood loss, he wouldn't have to go to the hospital. It would be pretty confusing to explain why his blood was black, and you didn't feel like having another thing to do right now anyways.

You actually hated seeing him like this. He wasn't acting like the evil spirit that he was, and it scared you just like it had before. Yeah, he was injured, but still. He had been acting so weak and it was very weird to you.

Wait, what am I talking about?

You had only known the guy for half a day and you're already caring about him in every way possible! You let out a sigh as you finished cleaning up his wound and found some bandages big enough to cover it all up. You gently placed them on the wounded area and gave Dark a reassuring, but gentle pat on the stomach. You didn't want to give him any more pain than he was already in.

Mark said since you were taking care of him that he was going to bed. You said goodnight to him and that was that. Dark's closed eyes opened and he turned his head so he could look at you like he had before. He crumbled up part of the bloody towel in his hand.

He wasn't acting like what a demon should be in this type of situation. You thought a demon would toughen up or maybe they would have healed the wound themselves with some sort of evil power. You didn't know, but Dark had only acted like an actual demon when you first met him today, and when he decided he had to "make his father proud".

"I shouldn't have gone out like that. Hell, I can be so fucking stupid sometimes. I am truly sorry that you had to help me out with this. I should be able to do this myself, but I'm so weak... I'm sorry." he apologized, and his eyes were sad while gazing at you. You smiled at him, instead of being sad back.

"No Dark, it's perfectly fine. I wanted to help you anyways. We can talk about what happened in the morning," you rubbed his arm to assure him that you meant what you had said. "In the meantime, you need to get some rest. Why don't you go to bed?" you suggested. He frowned a bit but soon agreed.

"Fine, I'll go to bed. But on one condition..." his frown had vanished, and his trademark smirk was placed on his plump lips. What was he going to make you do this time?

"I obviously can't lay here and suffer by myself. You'll just have to lay down with me, I guess." he suggested playfully, while trying to possess the most innocent look on his face.

What?!

"Dark, what are you talking about? I am not going to lay down with you, and some pain medicine will take care of your so-called suffering. I'm sure a grown man like you can sleep by himself just fine." you scolded him while swatting his arm, but not too hard. He laughed at your childish move, but still protested against your adult-like speech.

"C'mon, please? What if I get lonely, or I end up bleeding again and need new bandages? What would I possibly do?" he asked playfully while sticking out his bottom lip and looking at you with huge puppy dog eyes.

He was being far too adorable for an evil entity right now. You didn't mind, though. You were starting to like it when he acted all cute. How could you not give in?

"Great. Then it's settled." he grinned widely, sounding satisfied. He had obviously read your mind again.

He grabbed your arm that was closest to him and pulled you onto the couch next to him. He wrapped his strong arms around your slim waist from behind, and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. The scruff and facial hair he was growing was rubbing up against your skin, and that tickled as well as the breathing he was doing from his nose. You began giggling like a small child.

"Dark, this isn't fair. What if I don't want to lay down with you?" you said, still letting out a few giggles because he kept breathing out of his nose, and his hairy face was still pressed up against your neck. He chuckled and you felt the vibration from his chest on your back.

"Too bad. You're stuck here with me until I wanna get up." he said quietly in a deep, more demon-like voice. With that, he fell asleep.

Before falling asleep yourself, you ended up giggling even more. That was the first demonic thing he's done since that morning when you first came over. Well, excluding the episode he had before he came back with that terrible stab wound.

You still didn't regret letting him pull you onto the couch with him at all, though. You very comfortable, and nothing would change that.