Past Lives (Dark/Damien x Reader)

ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ᴛᴡᴏ: ᴀ sʜᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ sᴘᴇʟʟ

"You're... You're what?"

A new trickle of blood fell down his chin, a chuckle erupting from his weak body. He looked back up at her with hazy eyes.

"I saw what Mark was going to do." He said quietly, his voice almost fading into the silence around them. Even though his eyes seemed so dark, (Y/n) couldn't see anything else but unbridled emotion in them. He almost looked like he was... ashamed, "I didn't know what to do. I panicked. Wilford found me breaking down and helped me."

Dark looked down.

"He told me it would come at a cost."

"What are you talking about, Dark?"

He shook his head, wiping the blood off of his chin with the sleeve of his suit, "I have to go back. I need you to come see me."

"But Dark, I—"

"Please."

His soft, quiet voice told her what she was worried to know: She needed to be there and now. The cautious girl knelt down to his level, holding his face in her hands. She felt her fingers shake against his cold, grey skin, but didn't think about it too much.

"I'll try my best. I don't know what's happening, but please try to wait for me."

"I've waited decades. I can stand to wait just a little longer." He reassured, his eyes glossing over as his body responded to the pain he felt. He groaned, keeling over again and choking out some of his black blood onto her pant leg.

//

Horrified, (Y/n) practically jumped out of her bed and onto the floor before her. Her whole body ached with the pains she was still managing, but the new blood stain still on her pants quickly reminded her of why she was awoken.

"(Y/n)..?" Tyler grumbled lowly, sitting up on the other side of the bed. Apparently, he had taken it as his own responsibility to watch over her during the night. While it was a sweet gesture, her authoritative and concerned friend was one of the last people that she wanted to be confronted with right now. The likelihood that he would let her leave was slim, but with her heart still driving her every move, she knew that she had to say something to try to convince him.

"Tyler." She hissed out, holding onto her side. Her rib cage was screaming for her to lie down, but she knew she didn't have much time to waste at this point. Tyler watched her as she walked with unusually forced strides, "I need to go. I need to go now, please."

"Go... Go where?" Tyler sat up in the darkened room, rubbing his face in an attempt to wake himself up. What was she doing up? Maybe she just had a nightmare or something, "Please just go back to sleep. Everything's gonna be fine."

Although she was injured, (Y/n) would never let that stop her from getting what she wanted. Without another sound, she made her way to the bedroom door and flung it open. She didn't have time to waste on persuading Tyler. At the sound of the door opening, the cop sprung into action and went after her. Surprisingly, she slipped out of the room before he could pull her back in safely. He shook his head, reminding himself of how stubborn and persistent she could be sometimes. Even when she was sick, on bed rest, or dying, she would find a way every time. Tyler had tried to keep her in bed so she could recover, but apparently, the girl had other ideas.

"Where are you going?" Tyler shouted down the hall, quickly catching up to (Y/n) even through the darkness. She hobbled her way to the front door, flinging it open before turning around to face him. Tears were pooled in the corners of her eyes, but her face remained intimidating and her hands stayed clenched together at her side.

"Dark needs me. We're leaving."

"What?"

Ten minutes later, Tyler still had no idea what he was doing sitting in his cop car alone in front of the dark and unlit manor, but he didn't really have any choice. (Y/n) was a persistent one, and when he tried to at least walk her in the mansion, she refused his help and demanded that he watch her from afar inside of the car. It was barely even five in the morning—at this point, he was just excited for her worries to be quelled and for all of them to just go back to sleep.

//

Benjamin watched (Y/n) intently, holding his arms out to mask the scene that was going down in front of them. The girl came in expecting to see a peaceful, calm, and even sultry atmosphere, but by the looks of how William was closely holding the pistol to Dark's abdomen, she knew that this was no peaceful or normal time.

"Where is she, Dark?!" The man yelled, his arm shaking wildly with the weapon in hand, "Is she dead again? Tell me!"

"William, I do not have the, ah..." He gripped onto his side, standing himself back up more to prevent collapsing, "I don't have the slightest idea as to what you're talking about."

"You don't remember that day," William's lips pursed together, his stance becoming more tense as the silent seconds ticked by, "but I do. You made the same mistake, didn't you? You didn't even protect her!"

"Gentlemen, we have a visitor." Benjamin said in a stern voice, now turned to give the two a harsh and scolding look. The glances that the two men gave (Y/n) were both ones of relief, completely disregarding the anger fuming off of their butler. Dark's face lit up with a small smile, causing him to fix his poor posture.

"You came."

(Y/n) said nothing, stumbling to Dark and wrapping her arms around his quivering body. She hugged him tightly, leaving Dark to register her action with a surprised stare.

"You're not allowed to die." A whisper croaked out of her throat, followed by her fingers gripping harder onto his dirty, stained suit jacket. The pale man bit his lower lip, hugging her in return.

"I'm sorry that I made you come when you're so injured. I'm just... I'm not feeling well, my little monster."

(Y/n) looked up towards Dark as Ben and William mumbled over the situation. Dark looked down at her, grasping to all of the life he could. He was struggling to even stand, but holding her in his arms what was felt like kept him alive.

"What did you do?"

Her answer was interrupted by Dark's aggressive, sudden coughing. It wasn't just coughing, but also included a mixture of choking. Dark stumbled back, holding himself up against a side table as he tried to regain his balance. The familiar black liquid from her dream came running out of Dark's mouth and onto the carpet below. Alarmed, (Y/n) went to his side and pressed him for more information.

"Dark? Dark?! What's wrong? What happened to you?"

"The spell he used."

(Y/n) whipped around, to look at Will, whose gun was now sitting on a side table and his hands tucked in his pockets.

"What about the spell?"

"The spell was meant for one person to travel to another location. Not three."

"Wait, wait. I'm confused. Three? What spell? What's happening?"

William nodded, looking down in thought as he pressed his tongue against his cheek.

"This house has quite the history, (Y/n). The only person that rivals my knowledge of it is actually you. The only way I can explain how Dark is right now is that he desperately wanted to save you from that wretched man that was hurting you. But now..."

Dark's coughing erupted again, more black blood spilling from his mouth. The two turned to watch Dark suffer, hands held up at (Y/n)'s mouth as panic rushed through her mind to try to help him. She went to his side to try to hold him up, but only ended up helping him find his way to the front room's couch so he could relax his body and choke up the substance caught in his throat.

"But now, he's paying with his life."