The Parasite [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 27 - (The Past)

Damian returned after clearing away the breakfast dishes, his demeanor as unnervingly cheerful as ever. He sat down beside me, his eyes sparkling with a strange, manic energy.

"You know," he began, "this whole plan started with an old friend. Remember Julia?"

Julia.

I hadn't heard that name in years.

She was my childhood friend, practically a sister to me. We had lost touch after college, but the memories of our time together were still vivid.

"Julia and I go way back," Damian said with a chuckle. "I watched her grow up from the walls of this house. Literally."

My eyes widened in disbelief. "What are you talking about?"

He grinned, leaning closer. "You see, those hidden passages I mentioned? They were quite useful. I spent years observing, learning. Figuring out how to get what I wanted."

I shuddered at the thought of him lurking unseen, spying on us.

It was beyond creepy.

"Figured out if I got them to change their will..." he continued, trailing off with a smug smile.

"H-how did you do it?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Oh, getting them to change the will? Not hard, not hard at all when they're convinced the weird dreams are their guilty conscience."

Dreams. I remembered my grandparents talking about strange, vivid dreams they had in their final years. They had always dismissed them as products of their aging minds.

"So... so this was all a plan to get me back?" I asked, the horror of the situation sinking in deeper.

"Yup," Damian said casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Although it was a little hard to get you alone."

"Why... why any of this?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Because we are in love," he said, his tone filled with a disturbing sincerity. "You just don't realize it yet."

I stared at him, trying to comprehend his twisted logic.

This wasn't love; it was obsession.

Madness.

He stood up, pacing the room as he continued. "Your grandparents were the first step. Convincing them to change the will, ensuring the mansion came to you. And Julia? She was my backup plan. I needed someone close to you to help me if things went south."

My mind reeled. Julia, my trusted friend, was part of this?

It was too much to bear.

"But in the end," he said, stopping to look at me, "I didn't need her. You came here, just as I planned. Now we can be together, just like your grandparents wanted."

"No," I whispered, shaking my head. "This isn't what they wanted. They would never want this."

"They wanted you to be safe," he insisted, his voice rising with frustration. "And I'm the one who can protect you. Who loves you."

Tears streamed down my face as I realized the depth of his delusion. There was no reasoning with him, no way to make him see the truth.

Damian took a deep breath, calming himself. "We'll start solving the riddles after lunch," he said, his tone reverting to that sickly sweet cheerfulness. "There's so much to uncover."

As he left the room, I felt a crushing weight of despair settle over me. Trapped in this nightmare, with no way to escape, I could only pray for a miracle.

For someone to realize I was missing.

For a way to break free from Damian's twisted version of love.

For now, all I could do was play along, hoping for a chance to turn the tables on him.