Newt Scamander Preferences

When He Surprises You

A/N: I just wanted to say that, you are all amazing. Thank you for continuing to read this book. I hope that you enjoy the future chapters. :)

The darkness was sat on the bed, his hair damp from his shower, dressed in his trousers but no shirt. His chest glistened with water droplets.

He just kept staring at the floor, he was feeling impatient, wanting to instigate the next part of Isadora's plan. He knew it was wrong to feel this way but he just couldn't calm his fristration.

The darkness just told himself that he was being ridiculous, everything just took time.

While he sat there, he felt odd. His head hurt- as if someone was smashing his skull against a wall- and his vision began to blur slightly. Was he blacking out?

Time to sleep, Isadora's voice filled his head.

He smiled, lying back and closing his eyes. Whilst inside his mind, the real Newt was in a state of hysterical panic

No, he tried to reassure himself, it was just tiredness, the burden of being within a vessel but as much as he told himself his own lies, he couldn't stay conscious. Or ignore the fact that he suddenly felt very, very angry. What was-

Oh no.

He desperately tried to remain awake, he couldn't allow the darkness to fall into oblivion, not with you unprotected in the other room, what would you be able to do if he-

If he-

If he-

Newt felt himself fade away and the darkness fell into a state of unconsiousness.

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After all of the intense exams you had had to endure over the past two weeks, you were certainly glad that they were now well and truly over.

With no more revision and classes until after the holidays, you were certainly looking forward to spending some extra time with Newt and of course, the Christmas Ball.

When you walked into the room, you found Newt collapsed on the bed, his legs dangling off of the edge. You assumed that he had fallen asleep like that. You weren't surprised, he must have been so exhausted after the ordeal he had had to go through the past few days. You were feeling very tired yourself. Walking to his side, you gently shook his shoulder, trying to coax his awake. "Newt?"

Everything happened so quickly.

Newt suddenly grabbed yoyr arm and pulled you to the bed, pinning you down, a cold, hard look in his eye.

He held your arms above you head. You tried to wriggle free of his grip but he just held you tighter. His whole body was trapping yours.

Fearful of what had caused his reaction, you tried to soothingly talk to him, worried that now It was frightening to see how dehumanised he was in this state. "Newt...Newt...it's (y/n). I don't know what's wrong but please...please let go. Whatever is wrong, we can work through it."

Shockingly, he placed a kiss on your jaw, his lips pausing against your skin for a moment.

Pulling away, he looked down at you, his piercing blue eyes searching your face for a moment, before he grinned maliciously, his eyes turning black.

TO BE CONTINUED...