You lie next to Anti in the dark bedroom, slightly out of breath.
It was silent.
"You should get some rest."
Anti turns over to look at the ceiling.
"I keep forgetting that you need that human stuff."
"Human stuff?"
You giggle, lifting an eyebrow.
"Eating, drinking, sleeping, you know?"
He smiles, but quickly hides it.
He has a nice genuine smile...
"Shut up."
Anti playfully nudges you away, but he was blushing slightly.
"I don't feel tired."
You lie.
"Sure, and I'm not a demon."
He sarcastically scoffs, starting to get out of the bed.
"I'll probably be around."
He winks at you, walking out of the room.
"At least get dressed!"
You yell after him, rolling your eyes at his behaviour.
Anti walks back into the room to put some pants on.
"Sleep well."
He whispers, leaving the room for good.
You yawn in response and move into a more comfortable position onto the bed.
"Don't get into trouble."
You whisper back, feeling unusually tired all of a sudden.
Strange.
Soon, you fall asleep.
To be more precise, you fall into somewhere really dark.
It's pitch black everywhere you look.
Left? Black.
Right? Nothing.
And your hands... a dark colour was spreading from your fingertips.
It was taking over you, starting at your hands.
"Get it off!"
You frantically start to scratch at it, harming yourself in the process.
"We meet again."
The voice of 'Dark' echoes around you.
Your fingertips start to feel deathly cold and they begin to ache.
"Please, stop it.."
You search for Dark, but you find nothing.
Your wrists start to feel cold.
"Let me into your mind, and I'll stop it."
He appears in front of you, looking totally different from before.
His skin was grey. His eyes were darker than your surroundings.
"L-Let you in? Never."
You rub your hands together in an attempt to warm them up.
"Never?"
He rises an eyebrow.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, doll."
"Don't call me that."
You quickly return, snarling.
"Don't you want to know where you are? Why this-"
Dark grabs one of your arms, digging his nails into the flesh. A black liquid drips from the wound, not harming your dark skin but burning your warm human skin.
"Is happening?"
You whimper, watching your skin's colour change much faster.
Your arms... you can't feel them, they're too cold.
"Please..."
You mutter, feeling the warm, dark liquid drip down your arm.
"Don't you want to know?"
Dark snarls, releasing your arm.
"Before it's too late?"
"Too late?"
But you woke up.
