DARLING (yanderes x reader)

ENDING II- TO LOVE AND WORSHIP

"(Y-Y/n)!"

Cold dread washed over (Y/n) as the voice grew closer, way too quickly for her to do anything about it. It was too late to run now, and she didn't have to turn around to know whose voice it was.

Jasper.

He wasn't alone though, multiple hurried footsteps followed, men in uniforms surrounding her and trapping her in like a caged mouse. (Y/n)'s gaze met one of the men, who didn't hesitate to shoot her a smile as though everything was alright. Not surprising, in their twisted Infected mind they probably thought they were doing her a favour, that they had just rescued her poor Uninfected self from Tobias who had wrongfully abducted her.

She was a helpless victim and Tobias was a criminal.

Of course, technically she was indeed a victim, Tobias had trapped her in his house and threatened to hold her against her will. But she wasn't helpless by any means, along with Marcus they had found a way out for her. Unlike what these men thought, they weren't her saviours, they were her worst nightmare made flesh, and the moment they got their hands on her they would throw her in the Uninfected Camp, where Jasper would pick her up like he had every right over her.

"Are you okay? Go-Gods, you have no idea how happy I am to have found you!" Jasper kneeled down beside her, baby blue eyes full of love and adoration. Under other circumstances (Y/n) might have found it endearing, but in this moment it only made her sick to her stomach. These weren't the eyes of a man in love, they were the eyes of a man obsessed. "It's over now. You don't have to hide your identity anymore, we know." He smiled reassuringly, as if this sentence would alleviate any of (Y/n)'s fears.

"Let me go." (Y/n) spat out, coughing up blood in the process as pain sliced through her chest. The fall from the window had probably worsened her broken rib and by the looks of it, it wasn't doing too good.

Fuck.

Not only did it hurt like hell, but this would also make her attempt at an escape much more complicated.

Jasper tilted his head to the side, a sickeningly caring smile curving his lips.

"I'm afraid I can't do this, my love." He said, the pet name coming to him as easily as breathing did. "We have very strict rules when it comes to Uninfected safety. I know you don't understand because you don't see things the same way we do, but I promise this is in your best interest." He continued, tenderly reaching out to stroke her cheek, not caring for (Y/n)'s poor attempts at avoiding his touch. "I promise I won't let you stay at the Shelter very long though, I'll come pick you up as soon as I can."

Needless to say, this was the very last thing (Y/n) wanted to hear.

This was bad. Very bad. And no matter how much (Y/n) rummaged her brain for a way out of this, there was no exit from the current situation. She was surrounded by a dozen of Infected men -all militarily trained and possessing a physical advantage granted by their Infection-, she was injured and had apparently punctured one of her lungs, and she had a broken ankle that would make it impossible to outrun the guards or Jasper.

Saying that the odds weren't in her favour would be an understatement. Saying that she was utterly fucked would be more like it.

There was no way she was going to make it out of this one and hot tears gathered in her eyes at the realization.

Another cough, a familiar sweet metallic taste coated (Y/n)'s tongue, as if sealing her fate. Jasper wiped his thumb across her bottom lip, offering her a loving and reassuring gaze although tainted with concern. Both of them knew her coughing up blood wasn't a good sign. She needed medical care and fast.