Dark Venus- Nick Scratch Fanfiction

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𝐼𝑁 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐵𝐸𝐺𝐼𝑁𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺

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The autumn leaves crunched beneath our bodies. Our laughter joined the air as we rolled on the ground fighting for dominance. It was obvious he could never win. A part of him desired to be-submitted beneath my touch. He was weak when it came to me. All of his walls came tumbling down, the moment I whispered the words he so longed to hear. He was under my control, all because of three words. In my world, those three words meant nothing. You didn't grow up listening to them often or grow up believing in such things. Witches didn't belong to each other. They belonged to the dark lord. Monogamous relationships weren't forbidden, but they weren't praised either. It became a problem when you loved someone more than your god. It became a problem when your god was jealous. Hiding things from Nicholas was easy at first. Avoiding and dodging his questions wasn't hard when you had lips to distract him with. But after time, lips were not bewitching enough to the mortal boy. Nicholas craved more. The deeper in love he claimed to be, the more he desired to know me. That was the fault in love; such creation could not have been more defective. But there was also a fault in my making... I couldn't blame Nicholas for everything when I too was falling in love.

    "Stop that." he let out a fragile groan. My hand was wrapped around his neck, gently squeezing as I straddled him. His body couldn't deny the effect I had on him, but it made him uncomfortable to look so vulnerable beneath me. I could sense his anger, his mind craving for me to let him win just once. I was feeling nicer than most days, so I agreed on releasing him. The moment my hand loosened its grip, Nichola's body rolled me over. Now it was my back against the ground, my hands pinned down so I wouldn't fight back. I too hated submission. "I win." he declared victory with a throaty laugh.

     "Don't you always?" I glared up at him in defeat.

"At least I play fair." He got up and off me. Offering me his hand, I hesitantly took it.

"What time is it?" I asked, dusting the dirt off my jeans.

"Only five thirty." His voice lowered as his hands came into contact with my behind to help me dust off. I would be in the mood to play if it weren't for how late I was about to be for dinner if I didn't leave now.

"No!" I cursed, grabbing my bag off the ground. "I have to go home now, I'll see you tomorrow, same time?" I looked up at him.

"Let me drive you." It was this offer that always led to a discussion, but there was no time for fighting. Besides, running would be faster.

"You know I can't."' I shook my head. "I'll see you tomorrow?" I had to ask again.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." he mumbled the last part, sighing and running his hand through his hair. I hated it when he got like this, but I could understand where his frustration was coming from. I too would have been upset if he refused to tell me everything about himself. Of course, that would lead me to use a spell or potion, but I never felt the need to use magic on Nick.

"Okay, I'll meet you here tomorrow." My hands cupped his face, pulling him down to meet me for a kiss. Pulling me close by the waist, I could feel his resistance to letting go. Though I could admit it to him and not to myself, letting go was always the hard part. "I have to go." I whispered between breaths. I surprise even myself by being so willing to go home. I was usually one to break the rules, but I couldn't break this one.

"Okay." he agreed, pulling away softly and watching me go.

Between the borders of Greendale and Riverdale was a house, an old mansion with wooden walls and hollow bedrooms. It looked glamorous despite its old age, but there was nothing a little magic couldn't do. Covered in thorn vines to protect it from burglary, the house recognized my arrival. Smiling up at the home I'd know for four years now, I latched on to the vines for support. I couldn't walk through the front door, not if I was already late. My mom would only kill me if she the hour I was arriving. Climbing didn't bother me. The thorns pierced my skin on my way up. I liked to think of it as a punishment for sneaking off to meet with a mortal boy. But Nick was just a toy. If anything, the dark lord would be satisfied with my misbehavior. Landing perfectly on the window seat, I quietly began to undress. I should have been ready an hour ago, helping my mother down in the kitchen for our arriving guests.