Escaping Insanity.

Chapter 2: His brother.

(Timeskip a day)
Leah was huddled in the corner of the room, staring at the floor and Dark continued to watch her. She knew his gaze was on her and she felt uncomfortable. The past two days he was so different. One minute he was soft, calming and quiet, and the next he would have her up by her throat and growling. She still didn't know how to feel about him, as she had only known him for 2 days.

"Are you seriously going to keep staring at me?" Leah questioned with a raised eyebrow, and a very silly grin on her face. He knew she was only joking so he kept his anger inside, not wanting to harm her.

"Oh, does the pretty girl not like the demon staring at her?" He threw back playfully with a chuckle following it. Leah stood up, trying to hide the blush forming on her face, and dusted off her new black jeans.

"I need to go to the bathroom, Dark, please open the door." Leah asked at the same time as demanding. Dark nodded and unlocked the door, moving out the way while gesturing for her to leave the room. Heading out of the door and up the spiral stairs, she headed into the bathroom. As she unlocked the door again she heard a knock at the front door. Frozen on the spot, she listened as Dark's footsteps ran down the stairs and opened the door. Dark's voice lowered to a whisper before an uncontrollable laugh filled the house.

"Leah! Get down here, my brother is here!" Dark shouted up to her, her body still not moving. 'Is he going to hurt me?' She thought to herself, wondering if his brother had the same mood swings. Just as she thought that, the door slammed shut and dark came running up the stairs. He held her hand and placed his other on her shoulder.

"He's not taking you just yet, he'll be your new owner next month. And, he's worse than me. He won't care one bit, he'll use you up then discard you like trash and throw you to your room. I'm sorry, Leah." Dark whispered, a sense of worry and sadness over him. Every word that was spoken was being absorbed, so she knew what was coming next. They walked down the stairs, Leah following suit and then awkwardly standing behind Dark as he stood before his brother. She peeked round from his shoulder and up to the slightly taller man. He had dark brown hair, swept back a bit. His eyes were endless pits of blackened souls, and he had a moustache. A...pink one. Leah couldn't help but smirk at this, seeing the sinister man, all but seem silly with a pink moustache.

"I like the moustache, it suits you. I'm Leah, what's your name?" She spoke truthfully. He let out a slight chuckle and grinned evilly from ear to ear. He took a step closer, grabbing her hand and kissing it gently.

"Wilford, Wilford Warfstache. Once this month is over I will be back from my murder spree, and you will become mine. You will do whatever I want, when I want, even if you don't want to. I will not take advantage of you in that way, but know that if you step out of line or tone with me, you will be punished." Wilford spoke with pure warning, grabbing her shoulders forcefully, moving her closer to the wall. 'It always has to be the wall doesn't it!?' She thought. Luckily Wilford wasn't reading her mind at that moment, he was to busy staring into her soul, so she got away with her sass.

He leaned down and kissed her cheek, blush spreading across her face. She smiled at him as he walked over to Dark to set up dinner. 'Hopefully, hell be kind and not an are. I'll just have to be really careful if I don't want to get hurt. She spoke inwardly, frowning as she walked to her room, getting ready for dinner with the brothers.