In the end, it's only us (Natasha x reader

Inside the mountain

Y/n pov

"How do you even know that you're those twins?" Wanda asks for the thousandth time, only rephrasing her question every time.

"Because i do, just wait with the damn questions until after i show you the cave, you'll understand more than"

"Fine, then when are we there?" she asks impatiently and i stop in a step up the hill. By the edge of a cliff.

"Right down there"

"And is there a staircase down or something?" she asks, looking down. "I mean it's a least 328 yards down there"

"Nope" i answer, popping on the 'p'.

"Then how do you suggest we get down there?"

"We jump"

"You can't be serious" i take her to the absolute edge.

"Just hold your breath, oh and hit the water with your feet first" i say before pushing her off with a small laugh. She doesn't scream and i teleport down there, only falling the last five yards into the water. Watching her fall slowing down, she has her eyes closed. But she listens and aims with her feet as she hits the water. As she comes up to the surface, she splashes around the water and takes in deep breaths. "You know, you look like a fish" i say as she walks up to the shore. She splashed some water at me and i can't help but laugh.

"How did you get down?" she asks as she comes up to me all wet.

"I teleported and then fell the last few yards. The place is protected against magic" i snap my fingers and she's dry. I suppose she could do that herself, but i don't think the thought struck her.

"And you didn't think to teleport me with you instead of pushing me off a cliff. I could have died" she says overly dramatic, draggin another smile upon my lips.

"Okey, first of all, it takes a lot of energy to teleport someone else and secondly, you wouldn't have died" she looks at me with the question of how i would know. "It's protected by a spell dumbass, you slowed down, it's the same spell that keeps anyone from using magic. If you hadn't hit the water with your feet the worst thing you could have gotten would have been a sprained ankle"

"And you wonder why i don't trust you anymore"

"You didn't ask and this has nothing to do with the fact that you don't trust me as much. You're afraid" she is about to protest my statement, but i cut her off before she gets the chance. "Stop taking it as such an insult, it's what makes you human and you're in control of it yourself. You should feel lucky you can feel it"

"And you don't?"

"Not in the same way, the only thing i fear is what will happen when i'm done"

"If you want me to stop taking it as an insult, you need to stop talking like you're going anywhere"

"If i could, i would"

"Just... tell me more about the Lamia project" she says, changing the subject as i gesture for her to follow me along the river.

"As you already know, their goal was to create an emotionless monster. Not that that went as planned but they did succeed. But there was a prisoner who talked about creatures, werewolves, vampires, gods and sirens. He talked about the prophecy,a dn thought that it was his destiny to kill that creature of darkness he always talked about"

"He was a werewolf?" i no, starting to walk into the deep of a cave along the beach.

"They wrote it into the project as a safety precaution in case i went rogue. Because they tried to make me a vampire, they also needed something that could put me down" and I consciously make the decision to not mention how it's put in motion.

"What happened to him? The wolf i mean?"

"I killed him" she stops in her step and just looks at me. "I though he was the only one, that he was made, like me"

"So your solution was to kill him?" i turn to look at her in the darkness of the cave.

"I was a very different person back then Wanda" i say before turning back and continuing deeper into the cave.

"How different?"

"Worse than anyone you've ever heard about, worse than you've heard about Armana. I killed people to stay alive, to feed off them. I didn't care who i killed or who i did it for, i just killed without stopping."

"How many?"

"I don't know, i lost count at around 200"

"How long?" she breathes heavily before clarifying. "How long after you turned was the number so high?"

"Five months" i stop in the opening of a larger cave. "But eight years until i regained some kind of control over myself"

"Sometimes i think that there is a vampire inside all of us. Controlling that beast, that dark side. It's something that fascinates me" but she's almost about to say something more but gets taken away by the sight in front of her.

"You wanted to see how i know my time is up Wanda, here's your proof." i gesture towards the enormous hourglass in the middle of the cave. It's like a pillar, holding the top of the mountain up. There's not much sand left as it runs down. I stand by it quickly, letting her go forward by herself. By her choice. I let my fingers stroke the wording in the stone below."What language is that?"

"German, written in nordic runes"

"I don't read German nor runes, what does it say?"

"My destiny, same as i told you yesterday" and technically it does. Even though it says something else as well. "In der dunkelsten Nacht des Krieges werden Zwillinge aus Licht und Dunkelheit geboren. Der eine wird ein Held des Lichts sein, während der andere eins mit der Dunkelheit sein und ein Monster werden wird, um an seinem natürlichen Feind zu sterben."

"And that?" she asks, i was kinda hoping that she wouldn't notice the second writing below.

"Um nicht eins mit dem Tod zu weden, muss sie der Feind ihrer selbst werden"

"And what does that mean?"

"To not become one with death, she must become the enemy herself"

"So you know how to survive, just choose not to do it" i sign at her words, even though they are true.

"That has as much a chance of killing me as if i didn't"

"But you would be alive"

"No i wouldn't, i would be someone else, something else"

"Who actually cares? You'd be alive"

"You don't understand, i wouldn't be me. I would be someone you don't know and i could become a whole nother person"

"But you'd be alive"

"You're not listening Wanda" i snap at her, making her flinch at my tone. "I would die, me, Y/n, the one you know, would die"

"You'll still be you"

"But i wouldn't, i would be someone else, someone you haven't met, someone who could be the most terrible or the nicest person you've ever met. She would have different hair colour, skin, favourite colour and food. A different kind of love interest"

"How do you know?" she asks, still not buying the whole dying thing.