~Mark My Heart~{Damian Wayne X Reader}

Chapter 23

Then, I feel a warm liquid running down my neck.

Reflexively, my hands shoot up to my neck trying to find the source. When I do, I feel it on my hands. I try to look at my hands in front of my face, but I can't see anything in front of me. It's too dark.

"Do you wish to see my mark around your neck......" The voice whispers in my ear. I let out a silent whimper, I can feel the tears racing their way down my cheeks.

"Ah, ah, ah..... Bad girl...." His ragged voice whispers. The hand that was around my waist has been brought up and is now covered my mouth. I try to wiggle free but he's too strong.

Then a mirror appears inf front of me. I finally see the dark figure. It's Kendall.

"L-L-Let m-me g-go..." I stammer out in between sobs.

"No.... Why would I....." He looks in the mirror, his devilish eyes meeting mine. I can see blood dripping down from where he bit me. I look at my hands and see them cover in blood.  This makes me struggle even harder.

"You're going to be mine.... You'll be mine and mine alone...."

I look back at the mirror to see Kendall biting my neck again. His fangs piercing my flesh. I whine out in pain. Then the mirror flashes a white, then displays a scene. It's Damian standing over me, he's holding a sword. I'm bleeding out on the floor and he's looking down at me, laughing like the Joker.

"He'll never love you......"

I jerk awake. Eyes flying open. It was all a dream, oh thank god... I'm hyperventilating, my hands holding a death grip on the sheets. Tear streaks on my face, I look around the room. It's exactly how I left it.

'Y/n? You alright?' My inner wolf asks.

'I don't know.. I don't think so...'

'Go find mate. He'll calm you down.' She suggests. I nod my head weakly, not in the mood to argue.

First stop: The Batcave.

I sort of expected it to be empty, to my surprise, Tim's sitting at the giant computer, looks like he's hacking something.

"Tim...?" I quietly ask, afraid I'll scare him. He turns around, coffee cup in hand. His expression changes from frustrated to concerned once seeing the state I'm in.

"Y/n, everything good? It's pretty late."

"Where's Damian?"

"He went out on patrol with Bruce. You okay?"

"I-I don't know.." I say, shuffling around closer to Tim. He must've put two and two together, because he motions for me to come closer to him.

"Did you have a nightmare?" He calmly asks. I nod my head and wipe my eyes. He gives me a sad smile, then pulls me into a comforting hug. "Do you want me to call Damian for you?" He asks.

"N-No... I'll be okay for now......" I sniffle and try to stifle a sob.

"Go back to bed. I'll tell Damian when he gets back." Tim offers. I nod my head and slowly make my way back to my room.

A while later, after my silent sobs die down and I'm on the edge of sleep, I hear light shuffling. Then I feel the bed dip down and arms snaking their way around my petite frame. Must be Damian. With him wrapped around me, I feel protected. So, I fall asleep with those positive thoughts running through my head.

Although, soon after I'm tormented by another dark fantasy.

"Y/n.... Welcome back....." Kendall whispers in my ear. I'm still standing in front of the mirror. Kendall's arms wrapped around me. They have no love in them. They feel lonely.

"W-What do you want...?"

"You." Is all he says before the room plunges back into darkness. This time there's no mirror. Everything flashes white and I find myself standing at a cemetery. I look at the stone in front of me.

Evelyn West

Loving wife, and committed mother.

Mom.... No.... I'm so sorry.... I feel tears run down my face. I ignore them, my eyes focused on the grave stone in front of me. Seeing her grave again after all this time, it flicks the imaginary switch in my head.

'It was all my your fault Y/n.'

I look up and see my brothers and dad, there around me in a circle. They're saying things, awful things.

'I blame you'

'It's all your fault'

'Sorry doesn't mean anything'

I bring my hands up to my ears, in an attempt to stop the voices. My knees buckle from under me and I fall to the ground crying.

I feel myself being moved. My body contorts and I'm pulled from this horrific scene.