A/N: Because some of you question how hardcore Dark really is.
Telling (y/n) about me was a mistake. I think she sold me out. I have that strange gut feeling I always get when someone does that...and it's coming from her. I haven't responded to it because I just can't believe it. It's killing me. I have to talk to her.
I don't mind killing, but I've never had to kill a friend. I'm hoping it won't come to that, but I have a sinking feeling that it will. (Y/N) is...pushing buttons. Testing me, perhaps? I doubt that though...she knows I'm not messing around. I hope. She's on her way, I've told her that we have to talk...I just have to know why she's being such a sketchy person right now. I already know what's up, but I'm desperate to comfort myself with lies. I can't believe her... I sighed, looking out at the stormy sky. "Perfect night for murdering." I muttered. A knock on the door alerted me. I rose to answer it, already knowing who it was. I was less than happy to see (y/n) for a change. "You look about as stormy as the sky right now." she said, brushing past me, as if nothing was wrong. "I feel even worse." I replied. She looked at me. "Yeah?" she asked. "Yeah." I replied. "What did you want to talk about?" she asked, sitting down. I lost my words. I had been rehearsing for this moment for a solid week, and now that the time had come to talk, I was tongue-tied. Great. "If...if you told anyone about me you know I'd have to kill you, right?" She seemed disturbed. "I know you're supposed to, but would you really kill me?" she asked. I swallowed hard and declined to answer. "Would you?" she asked, appearing more and more nervous as time went by. "I'd have to. My hands are tied there, (y/n)." I finally said. She went silent and turned white as a ghost. "No..." she said. "You wouldn't do that, we're friends." "We are friends, but rules are rules. I've had this suspicion that...you know." She didn't respond. "You did it, didn't you?" I asked flatly. She held a blank stare on her face. "(Y/N), tell me the truth. You know I'll find out one way or another, and soon...and you know I can find you no matter where you go." She looked away. I felt a bit sick and swallowed hard again. "I did it." she said. I felt like I'd just swallowed lead and then someone punched me in the gut. I knew she had done it, but hearing her say it put a lot of emotion into the situation that wasn't there before. I slumped over and put my head in my hands. "Why?" I asked, through my fingers. "I don't know, but leave me alone." I heard her get up. "Who did you tell?" I asked. I heard her footsteps stop. "A friend." she replied. I had a feeling I knew who. I looked at her. She was terrified of me. "All those good times we shared are meaningless now." I said, looking at her. "No they're not. We can work through this. I'll tell my friend I lied." I shook my head. "She believes you. I know these things." I know when someone tells my secret, I get this awful feeling...and it's up to me to get to the bottom of it as quickly as possible to minimize the damages. In this case, I'm looking at killing 2 people. One is one of my best friends, the other a total stranger I really couldn't care less about. "(Y/N)..." I said, getting a bit choked up. "Don't do it." she said, weakly. "Don't beg for your life, it's just going to make this harder." I heard her breath hitch as the understanding that I really was going to kill her swept over her. I looked at her. She darted out of my condo and vanished into the streets. "That doesn't do you any good..." I muttered. I got off the couch and started pursuing her friend. I knew which one it was, I'd met her before, and she really checked me out...and not like that. She was suspicious of me from the getgo...some humans are weird like that. I headed to her place quietly. She had to be asleep, it was pretty late. I entered through the wall and found her asleep, the only light in the room was my eyes and her laptop. Out of curiosity, I looked through her search history. Sure enough, she was trying to learn more about me. I picked the laptop up and broke it over my knee, setting it ablaze with my fingers. The sudden commotion woke her up. I put my hand over her mouth and she bit me. "Keep biting, I like the way your teeth feel." I taunted, making her look at me. Her muffled screams fell on deaf ears as I messed with her head. "You're pretty, you know? Too bad I have to end you. I would've loved to skull fuck you a few times." I couldn't understand what she was saying, but I'm quite sure she was bitching about my 'compliment.' I twisted her neck violently and watched her body hit the ground. The rush of ending someone who had NO business knowing about me faded quickly as (y/n) entered my mind again. How was I supposed to look at her and end her? How was I supposed to end her at all? I sat on the couch, kicking the corpse of whoever she was away from my feet. Deep in thought, I lost track of time. I had to move quickly before (y/n) ran to someone for help. Normally, a high body count doesn't bother me...but I just wanted this to be over with. I left, I was burning the night up with all the thinking I was doing. I headed to (y/n)'s apartment, I knew she was there. I walked through an empty alley and teleported myself to her bedroom where she was cowering under the blanket. Poor girl. "It's me (y/n)." I said softly. She peeked up at me, terrified. I looked away. "Please don't kill me, I'm sorry." she whimpered. I wanted so much to tell her I didn't have to beacause I'd killed her friend instead...but...that wasn't possible. She betrayed me." "Tell me what happened." "I was bragging on you." I felt a pain rip at my heart. Killing her was gonna be a million times harder now. "I don't wanna know the rest." I pulled her covers back and she looked at me, trembling. I'd never seen her be afraid of me. I leaned in closer, and she clawed at me for her life, slapping and punching me. "Calm down, I just want a hug." I said. She didn't seem to believe me, and I can't blame her. I looked away again. Showing emotion during a kill isn't very demonic...but then again, I can't name a single demon who has killed someone they were close to. I sighed. "It'll be quick." I said softly. She tensed and sobbed, realizing again that there was no way out. "Look, you're more brave than most people. You looked a demon in his face and admitted you told their secret. That takes guts." She continued to weep and balled up, facing away from me. "I will remember you fondly." I said, touching her. She recoiled at my touch and sobbed harder. "Stop, please. You don't understand how much I don't want to do this." She was frozen in fear, completely unable to do anything but stay curled up in a ball, thinking that looking away from me was going to make me go away...and make me take the situation with me. I forcefully rolled her over so she was facing me and hugged her close. "It'll be like falling asleep. I can do that for you." She protested with a series of sobs and pleas for me to let her go. I wiped at the blood dripping from my face. She can really throw some good punches when she wanted to. "I'm gonna miss you so fucking much." I said, trying to mask the emotion in my voice. She clung to me out of habit, her nails scraping my skin harder than they ever had before. It was like having a cat snag your shirt. "Just lay down." I said gently. She obeyed, still terrified. I put her under her blankets. "Think of something happy." I said, putting my hands on her. "Your favorite song, maybe?" She calmed herself a bit and looked away from me. I was glad, I couldn't stand seeing her like this. I hadn't done a humane kill before, but I heard it was easy. Something like breathing negativity into the soul at levels humans couldn't handle? I went ahead and channeled as much negativity as I could into her body as quickly as I could. It didn't take much to...you know. I looked at her. Her eye makeup was smeared all over her face...her eyes were puffy...I was hoping she'd look more peaceful. "Night, (y/n)." I said, getting up to leave. I was disgusted with the entire situation and didn't hesitate to lash out at anyone and everyone who dared to cross me on my walk home. I snarled at someone who gave me a funny look, and that situation ended with their legs hanging out of a dumpster and the rest of them wherever it landed when I threw it. Obviously, I couldn't walk around all bloody...so I teleported myself home. With (y/n) snuffed, I felt some relief...but nothing compared to the devastation I was feeling. I curled up on my couch and stared off into space, not caring about getting some random dude's blood on anything. I already missed (y/n). I never thought that I'd ever be in a situation like this one. I decided to swear off telling anyone about me ever again. There's no way I could go through this again.
