A Goth's Love | Michael x Reader

Chapter 21

Chapter 21:

Michael's POV

What the fuck is she? What the hell did I just witness? Those YouTube videos weren't staged. Oh shit... "Well, time to go home." I slowly tried to stand up, but my legs were shaking badly, so I had to hold onto a desk to balance myself for a while until I was able to walk normally. Making our way down the stairs, still trying to calm down my racing thoughts, I heard another loud sound that made me jump. That mother fuc-, "Y/n, fucking stop!" She looked at me confused. "What are you talking about, I didn't do anything." True to her word, she was right next to me and there were no items that made that sound. "It's just another pipe, c'mon." She says as we continue walking downstairs. Further down we see some light, indicating we were close to the ground floor. All of a sudden we heard rapid footsteps that weren't ours. We turned our heads and saw a shadowy figure of a man holding a rusted dagger running towards us. "We gotta move." Y/n grabs my arm and we make it to the door with the window of light and head down the stairs. We made it a couple of floors down until she stopped. "Why are you stopping?! That fucker's gonna kill us if we don't move!" I yelled at her. "You go on ahead, I'll catch up." What the Hell is she thinking? "Are you asking to be killed?" "Just take Fang and go!" I was running out of time as the person's footsteps were nearing closer, so I took off with Fang by my side. She's fucking insane.

1st Person POV

Yes, I am. Fang, watch over him. As Michael ran off the person was a floor away from me. I casually wait for them to appear. Once they did, it made me smile in pure ecstasy. It's, of course, a deranged guy with a look of murder in his eyes, oh and some possession in it too. As they ran straight towards me, they tried to stab me, but I stepped to the side unfazed. The dumbass ran into the wall, but regained his posture still holding the dagger at me. "Even in that body, you're still sloppy in your killings." I taunted him. That got him more angry as he kept striking at me, but I was dodging him every time. "From someone who's possessed so many people for years, one would think you would be skilled at killing your victims, but I guess you sat on your ass in the person you possessed." That set him off as he tried to lunge at me, I scooted away from his approach, unfortunately there was a window behind me, so he crashed into it and fell about a couple stories high. I laughed at this, the dumbass didn't know his surroundings. I looked outside and saw his body that looked to be dead. I jumped out of the broken window and landed in front of him. I kicked his body to confirm my suspicions; nothing. "Weak ass bitch." I muttered as I started walking away. That wasn't until I heard a chuckle from behind me. I turned around, unamused to see him slowly standing up with a smile on his face. "You talk a lot of shit for someone your age. Your tongue would be perfect in my collection." Again, he tried to lunge at me, but I dodged his attack and since his body was injured, his movements were slow and he could tell. "God damn this stupid body." He swore. "You done?" I leaned down from his body, collapsed on the ground. "Who said I'm done?" With my guard cut off, he slashed my cheek close to my eye as I tried to back away. He started laughing as he took advantage of my vulnerability. He slashed my arm that was reaching for my cheek and grabbed my hand to stab me straight in the chest. Another laugh left his mouth as he twisted the knife, digging it deeper in the wound. "Nighty night princess." He makes his taunt. "Who's weak now, bitch?" Oh, this mother fuc-, "You still are." I responded. He looked pissed that I was still alive, but also scared. "For someone who lived as a soul on earth for a long time, you would learn the ability to see other's souls in order to take them and gain power; including the one in front of you." I stared directly at him. "Even if you knew how to do that, you would also notice I don't have one." I smiled evilly and spoke quietly in his ear. "And that you don't know who you're fucking with, Mark." My eyes turned to my demon eyes as my wounds healed up, and the knife impaling me tightened and snapped from the closing of my wound. This scared Mark, making him cower in fear away from me. "Humans call you a legend here, but in Hell, you're nobody. I've met walking spirits become big time legends because they learned how to take souls and gain power in their ongoing years. You, you've been roaming on Earth for 50-60 years and the only power you can do is possession, bitch please. Level 0 out of Level 50 strength." Mark was shaking in his boots, staring at me with a terrified look. "Who the fuck are you, no, what are you?" That made me laugh, but it was cut short as I approached his frozen body, "You have some nerve to come at me, kill me, and you have not a clue on who your target is? Fucking embarrassing. Every soul I've encountered knows me, fears me, worships me." "S-Stay away from me!" I grabbed his neck and moved it closer to my face. "I am the one they call Salem, Princess Y/n, 2nd ruler of Hell, the one you. Should. Fear."