Anti's Point Of View

Just the thought of having to watch life disappear from her eyes once again hurt, and I knew that Dark was very well aware of that. He knew where to push, where to cut, just to get what he wanted. But right now it was not him who I was angry at, it was myself. I should have been more careful, never should've picked her in the first place. The guilt was sinking its sharp teeth deep into my skin and the feeling was unbearable. I was clenching my fists, my nails digging painfully into my palms, trying to keep calm, trying to silence the aggresive voices in my head. 

Dark took a step towards me and leaned in, threateningly gazing into my eyes. "I  s a i d . . .    l e t ' s   g o ." he stated impatiently and pushed me towards the building's door. I caught a glimpse of him in the glass and I could see he was quite eager about whatever it was he was planning. How am I supposed to protect her from him? 

This is all your fault! She's going to die because of you and there's nothing you can do!

I was trying to focus on reality, but was constantly being distracted by the voices. I could feel the guilt eating me up, as I followed Dark into the apartment. Silently, he made his way into the kitchen, observing everything carefully. I remembered it all - her fear, the strawberries, the endless and insatiable hunger for revenge, her hopeless attempt of getting rid of me. My lips started curving up into a smile. 

Killer, not a lover! Killer, not a lover! Killer, not a lover! 

The chanting was too loud, too agonizing, and there was no escape from it. I turned my back to Dark, closed my eyes and slid my hands into my hair, pulling on it desperately. Shut up!

A silent grunt came from the bedroom, and my whole body froze. I listened for a second, hoping to not hear her footsteps, but all I could hear was her calm breathing. 

"W h a t   i s   i t   y o u   n e e d   f o r   y o u r   l i t t l e   t i m e   g  l i t c h   t r  i c k ?   A   h u m a n   s a c r i f i c e ,   i f   I ' m   n o t   m i s t a k e n ?" Dark asked calmly, and pulled out a knife from a stand with a loud slash. I turned towards him and nodded grudgingly. He twisted the knife around in his hand and gave me a smile. "W e l l   l u c k i l y   f o r   u s ,   I   k n o w    j u s t   t h e   r i g h t   g i r l ," he noted. His whole attitude was driving me insane. All I wanted was to take that knife from his hands and do my worst. 

"You're not gonna kill her, are you?" I finally asked, little drops of blood now rolling off my palms. 

Dark snickered and shook his head. "O h ,  n o ,   A n t i . . .   Y o u   a r e . " 

Aggressively, I snatched the knife from his hand. I could feel my blood boil with rage, but Dark wasn't even phased by it. He grabbed my arm and dragged me into the bedroom, pushing me closer to her bed. Y/N was sleeping peacefully, her arms wrapped around a stuffed animal. A sad smile crept onto my lips, as I grasped the knife. Dark clicked his tongue disapprovingly, and took it out of my hands. I looked at him in surprise. He was smiling, and more than anything I wanted to believe he changed his mind. 

"N o   k n i v e s . S t r a n g l  e   h e r ," he stated, coldblooded. 

I growled at him, fed up with everything, but before I could attack him, he grabbed my hair painfully and pushed me towards her. She turned on her back and slowly opened her eyes. 

"J-Jack?" she whispered, confused and half-asleep. 

"U n l e s s   y o u   w a n t   m e   t o   d o   i t ,   I   s u g g e s t   y o u   g e t   t o   w o r k ! " Dark hissed angrily. I knew his threats were not just a talk. 

I wrapped my hands around her neck and tightened. Her soft skin felt fragile under my violent grasp. She desperately gasped for air and tried to get away. She fought back, trying to pry my fingers away, but she was so weak. So damn weak. I felt the vigor leaving her body. She was just a tiny flower my rough hands. Easily crumpled and torn apart. 

"T h i s   i s   w h o   y o u   a r e ,   A n t i .   T h i s !   K i l l e  r ,   n o t   a   l o v e r !" Dark was pushing me, "O h ,   y o u ' r  e   e n  j o y i n g   t h i  s ,   a r e n ' t   y o  u ?"

I wanted to lie, I wanted it to not be the truth, but there was something about it that made me feel myself again. Just a tiny glimpse of it under all the frustration. I blinked a few times and realized she's already dead. Slowly, I pulled my hands away and watched her. The terrified look on her face. That's how she should see me. As the monster I am. But that is not how she was looking at me when she came back for me. 

I swiftly turned around and grabbed Dark by his collar, slamming him against the wall. 

"W h a t   a r e   y o u - ?!"

"A  human victim and some demon blood," I barked at him as I stabbed the knife into his throat. And then again. And again. Until I finally stopped myself. I need to go back and be able to snap out of Dark's influence. 

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Your Point Of View

"Slit. Her. Throat." 

I looked at Anti in horror and tried to push him off. I was not going to give up on him, I didn't believe he was too far gone. "Anti, no, no! Wake up!" I urged. He took the knife off my throat and took a step back, shaking his head. 

"A n t i!" Dark's deep voice rumbled, "D o n ' t  y o u  d a r e..." 

Anti tossed the knife on the ground, and leaned forwards, pulling on his hair. "NO! Get out of my head!" 

Dark snarled and slowly began walking towards Anti, who seemed to be battling everything going on inside his mind. The image of him became fuzzy, no matter how hard I was trying to focus on him. I took a step towards them, but immediately collapsed onto the ground. The pain in the back of my head was unbearable, and I couldn't fight it anymore. I closed my eyes and tried to call out to them, but in vain. 

Suddenly I felt somebody's arms around me. "Hey, hey, Y/N... Stay with us!" the voice urged, holding me close. "Anti, come here!" 

"Is she dead?" he asked quietly, his voice breaking. 

"No, no, but we have to do something!" 

"I know somebody who can help us." 

"Oh no. Him?"

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With an exhausting effort I managed to slowly open my eyes, but was immediately blinded by harsh light. A silhouette of a person appeared in front of it - a man towering over me. It took me a while to focus. A surgeon mask was hiding his mouth, a white cap his hair. Am I in a hospital? 

"A-HA!" he suddenly exclaimed, startling me. Loud footsteps ran up to us and I finally saw a familiar, although a very worried, face. Jack grabbed my hand and reassuringly petted my hair. "Shh, it's okay! We're here, you're okay." he nodded, and it almost felt as if he was trying to convince himself and not me. I relaxed again and felt the cold metal table underneath me. 

"What happened?" I whispered, and Jack opened his mouth to explain.

"No, no, no! No stress! It's very important! I think," the doctor cried out with a thick German accent. I noticed a strand of green hair peak out from his cap. He took of his mask and threw it away angrily, before offering me his hand. "How rude of me. Hello! I'm doctor Schneeplestein!" 

I watched him with horror, my gaze shifting from him to Jack and back to him. Oh my god, I must have gone insane. His smile dropped and he shook my limp hand, turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, Jack running after him. "Pssh! I'm ze good doctah! No one appreciates me!"

I couldn't dare to move. This is crazy. Now there's three of them?

A silent chuckle came from the corner of the room, and I swiftly sat up on the metal table. Anti was leaning against the wall, his arms folded on his chest. He was watching me with a cunning smirk on his face. 

Clumsily, my feet hit the ground and I found my balance. As I was walking towards him, I noticed his smile dropping and his features tensing up. I stopped right in front of him and looked into his eyes, as I slid my hand down his arm. He was trying to keep his distance, but his eyes were saying something completely different.

I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his shoulder. For a second we just stood there, but then he finally relaxed. He embraced me in a tight hug, and hid his face in my hair. In that moment, everything felt okay.

"Y/N... I..." 

"I know... Me too."