Deals With The Devil (Chris MotionlessXreader)

Control

Chris hadn't come to see me once in the time it took for me to recover. I still had deep scars on my wrists but no one cared if I wore a shirt that revealed them. No one in Chris's Circus of Death cared about me, I was only human. I laid in my bed, an old dream catcher gently twirling above me. I listened as somebody stepped into my tent, gently humming some sort of happy tune. '(Y/n), in back. Sorry I took so long, Ricky asked me...to...' The voice trailed off. '(Y-Y/n)? W-What happened to your arms? Answer me!' Chris suddenly bolted to the side of my beg and gripped my wrists tightly. He lifted my arms and studied my horrific and brutal wounds closely, taking in what had happened. 'Who did this to you? Was it Devin? Did he-'
'No, Chris I...'
'You what? (Y/n) please tell me what happened...' I could see tears welling in Chris's eyes, something I had never witnessed before. Chris never cried but he did for me.
'I...I'm sorry...I did this to myself, Chris I...I hate not being good enough for you...I love you but I...I'm just a pathetic human...' Suddenly, I felt an incredible pressure followed by some sort of relief that could only come close to Nirvana. Something happened. I turned my head and witnessed Chris's tears turning to steam the moment they disconnected themselves from his cheeks. His skin faded until he looked like a corpse, pupils grew until his eyes were just black and yellow horns slowly began to grow out of his temples.
'I did this to you...' Chris's voice was unlike anything I had ever heard. It was gravely and raw like that of a demon's. 'I've sworn to kill anyone that harms you, my love. I will kill everyone. Every human, every werewolf, every vampire...they will all die for you. Their souls will make up for my-'
'Chris, please...it's not your fault...it's mine, please don't hurt anybody...Chris I...I hate myself...' As tears began to well in my eyes, Chris slowly began to shift back into his normal self. 'I hate being human...we're such pathetic creatures...we don't live long enough to do anything important and we all lose to temptation, body complications or disease. You're going to stay young while I...I'll grow old and wither away like everyone else...' I couldn't understand what I was saying. Was I even talking? My lips were moving, I was producing noise but it was foreign. With Chris, nothing felt real.
'I could change that...I could...turn you into a vampire or an aswung...maybe a demon or something else...whatever you want, (Y/n)...' What was he saying? What was I thinking?
'Vampire...I want to be a vampire...I don't care what the consequences are, Chris...I want to be with you forever...'
Was Chris controlling me?
Did I care?