I am eternal [Danti]

2. About Horcruxes, wounds and sleeping

xxx  I've just realised Wattpad deleted this  chapter for some reason. This story is quite bad and I've written it a long  time  ago, but I still decided to reupload it. Probably because I hope to make something of it some day, but right now it's just a random Danti thing I don't know what to do with. Enjoy nonetheless, person reading this (if there even is one). xxx

Anti was sitting at the demon's kitchen table, head propped up on his left healthy hand, right arm swinging freely. Blood was slowly dripping from it, creating a small puddle on the white floor, but he didn't bother to do anything about it. His whole body was still hurting as hell. Also, the stranger basically dragged him into his own house. It's only logical that he is responsible for cleaning the mess created in the process.

When the demon walked into the room, a red towel suddenly landed at Anti's head.

- At least wrap you arm with this. I'll stitch you up and give you some meds once you tell me why the hell do you need them – the demon sat across him - All glitches I remember are known for being cowards and fleeing their bodies once they get hurt or sick. You should be able to leave this guy no problem, not lay half-dead in the sewerage and thro w curses everywhere.

Anti glared at him unpleasantly. He calculated; maybe this guy would actually help him stay alive, if he tells him the truth. Anti definitely counted on some pity – even though the man was a demon. They knew their deals. He wouldn't try to help him if he didn't have any benefits to get out of it. The glitch didn't know what, but he could still let himself heal a little bit and then try to escape. He didn't really have other options.

He pressed the towel to his arm.

- I cannot get out of this body, if you haven't noticed already. I'm not sure, why – he sighed, sounding like a broken record again – I've been around for a couple thousand years. When, this... guy – he gestured to himself – was born... I've felt something strange I've never experienced before. Like my whole existence shattered, horcrux-style. Something felt like it was missing and I didn't know what the fuck was wrong. I lived like that for some time, totally freaking out but pretending everything was fine. After 20 years or so, when I kind of got used to it, I walked into this guy on a random street in Dublin. Suddenly everything clicked back in place, the closer I got to him, the better I felt. Left my current at the time body, spied on the guy for a couple days to learn how he acts and stole his body. It wasn't the easiest thing, he's surprisingly strong and has an energetic soul. After good two hours I finally managed to put him in coma. I couldn't push him out completely, so he stayed asleep at the back of my mind. Has been quiet ever since, woke up a few times, but stopped fighting. We just kind of... talked. He hates me, but I'm the only thing he's got.

Anti smiled absent-mindedly. The demon stared at him, visibly trying to hide the interest in his story. After a moment, Anti continued, his face suddenly going blank.

- The weird feeling disappeared. But I just couldn't get out of this body anymore. I just... fucking... couldn't... do... ANYTHING.

He slammed his left fist on the table, breathing heavier - I tried everything, I tried hurting myself, I tried falling asleep and never waking up. Nothing worked and I also learned that I now heal much slower than ever before.

Anti's head jerked up, looking straight into the demon's eyes.

- Is this enough for you?

***

Dark sat there for a while. The glitch definitely sounded believable, he probably guessed he didn't have anything else to do in this situation than to tell the truth. Also Dark remember, how the glitch acted in the sewer. He definitely didn't care about living anymore. Maybe Dark was really his last chance of getting help.

- You have a name? – he asked.

- The guy's name's Sȇan. I go by Anti.

- Okay, Anti. You can call me Dark.

Anti smirked – A demon named Dark? You have an original sense of humor.

- I assume you didn't give me your real name, either – the demon cut in, getting up from his chair, he walked around the table and sat on the corner in front of Anti. Light flickered on a needle in his hand, the glitched moved away from it immediately.

- Don't be stupid, give me you hand. You said you heal longer than usual.

Anti decided not to protest and laid his hand on Dark's legs, the demon grabbing his hand and taking off the towel. Blood immediately stained his grey pants, but he didn't say anything. He took a wet cloth from the table and started washing off the blood. The glitch hissed and winced, but Dark didn't react, rinsing the cloth if clean water and running it through the wound again. Now he noticed how its edges were ripped und uneven. A weird blade must have done this... or maybe someone tickled him with a chainsaw? But it wasn't relevant right now. Dark grabbed the needle and without a waring started sewing the skin. It was quite a bitch, twenty six stitches were needed just on the arm. He grabbed Anti by the green hair, pulling his head backwards; the glitch protested, but was immediately silenced with another hiss of pain. Dark had to press the cloth hard to the skin, a lot of old blood was gathered around the wound and getting if off required some force.

It turned out that the cut mostly healed, but the first layer of skin was still ripped, probably from moving around a lot. Dark gave it three stitches and moved onto the top of his head. The glitch didn't whimper anymore, he probably has been in so much pain before that the demon's doings didn't make much of a difference. His eyes were closed shut, with a lot of wrinkles appearing on his forehead. He was clenching his fist so hard that the muscles in his arm made the stitches dig into the skin. Dark grabbed his hand right after finishing with the wound on the head.

- If you don't stop that, they'll snap. And I won't be fixing you after every time you fuck up.

He walked out of the kitchen, coming back after a few minutes. Anti was sitting with an enigmatic, puzzling look on his face, but his hand was open. Dark threw him a bundle of clothes and another towel.

- You have to shower. You smell worse than a pile of rotten corpses.