Past Lives (Dark/Damien x Reader)

ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ: ᴜɴғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴛɪᴍɪɴɢ

Triggers: Slight mentions of abuse

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She exited out of the mansion, still a little surprised to see that it was bright daylight outside. (Y/n) took her phone out of her pocket as she neared the mansion's gates in order to check the time. The phone screen read 9:45 AM. She was a bit perplexed as to how it was still morning but figured that her sense of time was all out of whack since she had been in that time-hazy mansion for so long. Luckily, she hadn't been gone for more than twenty-four hours. Otherwise, she may have been met with the police squad and a fuming Tyler.

She put her phone back in her pocket and looked back up to the black, metal gates that she had to climb up and over with every visit that she had to this place. Sure, it was an inconvenient thing that she had to do, but it wasn't as if she'd be coming over very often.

Except.

The gate was cracked open.

Not enough for those walking on the sidewalk to see it, but if you had neared the building, it would be noticeable.

"Dark, did you do this?"

She didn't expect an answer, and she didn't receive one. She guessed that he and Wilford were still arguing, and that wasn't something that she particularly wanted to be a part of. This whole situation still freaked her out, and if she were honest, she didn't quite know what to do. The girl doubted that she could meet anyone who'd understand.

Except maybe the property owner herself.

She gingerly pushed the gate open a little more so she could squeeze her body through and closed it softly behind her, pulling it back again to see if it was locked again. It wasn't. Had Dark opened it up specifically for her? (Y/n) didn't doubt it in all honesty. He seemed to know everything and always took precautions. He was truly a mystery to unravel, but did she really want to try to see past him? How dangerous was this game that they were beginning to play? What did this mean for her?

The attorney resumed her walk down the street, the alertness of her surroundings fading away as she thought about her predicament. There were so many questions that she had, and it seemed that no one could answer anything.

Well, not anyone in the mansion.

(Y/n) had a sneaking suspicion that Celine knew way more than she had let on. So, she determined that her upcoming proposal to her would be somewhat sufficient. She needed more information on that house, so she would go to whatever lengths necessary to make sure she had Celine's full cooperation.

Meanwhile, she pulled her phone out once again. She didn't bother to look at the time this round, but to check out the notifications that she had left alone for a bit. She had a few random emails, but surprisingly, no initiating texts from any of her friends. More than anything, she expected Ethan to be the first call that she would receive that morning, but she didn't hear anything from him. (Y/n) found it somewhat strange, but didn't think much of it. It was still morning after all. Maybe he was still sleeping or catching up on his regular morning routine. He liked to head to the gymnastics studio downtown when he got the chance. He was probably just wandering about. Or at least she hoped so.

(Y/n) pushed the paranoid thoughts in her head to the back of her mind as she opened up her texts and responded to the person that was probably the most worried about her.

Hey Ty. I'm doing good; just wanted to give you a reassurance from last night. :)

Before the girl even had the chance to put her phone back in her pocket, she felt it vibrate. He had always a quick responder, but this made her think that — because of his speed — that he had been waiting at that phone for quite some time.