We Run From Wolves (Antisepticeye x Reader)

Eight

Blood continued to drip as you made your way towards the bathroom, one hand cupping your cheek and praying to whoever would listen that it wasn't falling to the carpet.

No such luck. Your boyfriend followed you, watching your blood trail with an expression of revulsion. "Pathetic," he muttered, remaining in the bathroom doorway as you cleaned the wound. "You're making a mess of yourself, you know."

It's your fault.

You merely nodded, ignoring that rebellious voice that seemed to be getting you into trouble as of late. With a soft whimpering sound you patched up the wound, a large gauze pad taped there to stop the flow. It stung to holy Hell but you said nothing of it; complaining or seeking some sort of comfort would only have made matters worse for you. You had learned that early on.

(●)~

There was nothing even remotely close to sex that night, and you were grateful for it. As ravenous as your boyfriend's sexual appetite was, it seemed as though blood deterred him.

Besides, you couldn't bear the thought of yet another night of rape.

It hadn't always been like that. The relationship had been sweet at first, he was kind and charming. Never a harsh word or gesture towards you. But all good things must come to an end, and soon enough his awful temper began to show.

It started simply enough. A quick blow for some minor inconvenience. A few cutting words for rebellion or protest. Then the entire situation had spiralled out of control, and you were caught up and trapped in his hands. His terrible, tyrannical hands.

You lay wide awake in bed that night as he slept peacefully beside you. Your cheek was a burning center of pain, dulled only by the onslaught of painkillers. At least he had allowed for that much.

If I send him to Hell, I'm guaranteed to go there too when I die...

But he might end up killing me before I can even make that decision. I don't know why he's being so aggressive lately, this is worse than usual.

Your boyfriend turned over in his sleep, the sudden gesture making your heart pound rapidly. It felt as though he could almost hear your private thoughts, and the idea of it made your body tremble.

See you in your dreams, pretty bitch...

You weren't so sure you wanted to see the demon again... if you could even call him one. He seemed more like a glitch in reality than a living demon, but you got the vague impression that he wouldn't have liked to be called that.

You struggled to stay awake for as long as possible, but the dull ache in your cheek was giving you a headache. You needed desperately to close your eyes.

I only have three days to decide... I don't know what to do! I don't want to go to Hell! After all this shit, do I really deserve eternal torment?

(●)~

The smell of smoke startled you awake. Your first thought was that you had left something turned on, the oven perhaps. Would you really have been so careless?

But you knew better than that. It had to be Anti.

Silently you slid out of the bed, your feet quiet on the hardwood floors as you made your way into the living room. Were you actually dreaming, or were you truly awake? You couldn't tell, you only knew that the stench of the smoke was thick in the air. Fighting the urge to cough you took the collar of your top and pulled it up and over your nose. Anything to keep that burning smell out. It was a crude filter, but enough to breathe a little easier.

The choking smoke poured from the back of the TV, the screen of which had gone green again. There was a faint sense of relief, at least now you knew what all of the strange happenings were about.

"ArE yoU HapPY to SeE DeAr oLD AntI?~" the voice in your ear murmured. It sent a chill down your spine, the kind you hadn't felt in a long time. It was as though something had begun to stir.

Please don't have the knife again...

"Don't be stupid. I told you, I'm not killing you... yet," the demon purred, spinning you around. The smoke had at last dissipated, but Anti smelled like ash and burning electrical equipment, somehow. It wasn't exactly an enticing stench.

Grinning wide the demon pulled you up and against his body, your heart going a mile a minute in your throat. His smirk widened. "I can hear your heartbeat," he cooed, "and I know you're terrified of Anti. You should be," the demon added, bringing out his knife, as you feared. He eyed the blade, encrusted with blood. Whose it was, you didn't care to find out. "Have we made up our mind?"

You let out a shaky exhale, wishing he would let go of you, but his grip was like iron, even with one arm. Shaking your head your eyes travelled elsewhere, beyond the demon holding you so closely. "N-no, I haven't," you murmured. "I don't... what will happen if I don't make a decision?"

Anti smiled, his teeth a blinding white and sharp. He smiled as though he wanted to show you every single one of them. "I'm not leaving empty handed, bitch. You summoned me, so I'm taking a soul with me. All you have to do is decide on whose soul it is," he replied. His tone was very matter-of-fact, as though his answer should have been obvious from the very beginning.

But that was precisely what you were afraid of. Someone was going to die in three days, and it was by your decision as to whom would go first.

But there's no guarantee I'll die soon after... what if I live a long, happy life?

Anti's smirk widened even further, if such a thing was possible. Could he read your thoughts? See your future, perhaps? "Oh, I know ExACtlY what you're thinking~" he teased. To think, a demon was actually teasing you! The very idea was absurd, and yet still it was happening. Dropping his knife Anti spun you around on your feet before pulling you up and against him again, slowly beginning to dance with you.

This gesture only put you on edge. What the hell was he doing?

Anti continued to dance with you slowly, one arm around your waist and grinning as your expression went from sheer terror to confusion. He loved it. Dipping you back, his own expression turned to one of delight. "See? Anti isn't so bad," he muttered. "If I had a choice, I'd drag you to Hell myself. You're awfully fun to play with," the demon added before standing you upright.

Though, truth be told, he knew better than to hope that you wouldn't be able to make the decision about your boyfriend. You were far too broken to keep going the way you were. His grin slipping a few notches, the demon took a few steps back, eyeing you carefully. Something about you bothered him; he teased you as he would any other human, yet your reactions were something he was craving. That realization made him furious, and smoke enveloped the demon quickly as he disappeared.

"Two days left, bitch."