Last kNight (Antisepticeye X Reader) {UNDER EDITING}

Chapter 4:

This chapter also has a gore warning, but it is minor and close to the end! Enjoy!

Your POV:

I couldn't sleep last night. Not after that dream. I paced back and forth in my room. My dream played through my mind, again and again.
Mendy wasn't my mother. Mendy was a demon. I lived with a demon for my whole life. How I could I not know? Who is my mother?

The sun began to shine into my room. I didn't even know I had a window. My thought process ended. I had breakfast with the Three High this morning. Totally won't be awkward because of last night. Hopefully, neither of them will bring it up.
I took another shower. I almost took a second. I looked at myself in the mirror. My bruise from Lord William had vanished. My eyes wandered to the stitches on my chest. I gently felt them. Pain ran through my body like needles. I stopped. Damn demons.
I ran to my closet, not sure of how much time I wasted admiring my future scars. I grabbed black long-sleeve shirt and skinny jeans. I slid on a pair of black flats. I threw my hair into a messy bun. My shirt hid my stitches. At least, Dark couldn't see those.
I waited for a knock on my door. Considering Dark's bullshit rules that state, "I cannot walk around the castle by myself." I held my face in frustration.

"Well, whoever has you so mad should be worried." A voice laughed. I looked up in panic. Anti.

"What is with Dark's rules anyway?" I laughed.

"You live with not one, not two, but three, bloodthirsty demons. I'd say it for yer protection." He shrugged.

"Yet, it is always a demon walking me alone to my room. Seems legit." I laughed.

"Damn! I think you have a point." He laughed. We laughed together for a few moments. I looked at what he was wearing.

He wore a black t-shirt with black skinny jeans. The jeans had tears in them. He looked like he walked out of a paint war, but the only color left was black. Then I thought about my outfit. We matched, again. Weird.

"So where is Mister Dark having his royal breakfast this morning?" I tried my hardest to say that in a snobby fashion. He chuckled at my accent.

"He wishes to have it in the Gardens." He laughed. His voice broke half way through.

"If we don't leave now, we will be late." I laughed again.

"I am always late." He winked at me. He grabbed my arm and bright green smoke surrounded our bodies. In a matter of seconds, we were in the Gardens.

The Gardens was a large pavilion in the center of a garden. In the center of the pavilion, a table sat. Dark sat at the table sipping what I believe to be tea. Or at least prayed it wasn't blood.
Dark wore his usual suit. His hair looked a bit nicer. He got it cut, I think. I couldn't tell. We walked up to the table, and Dark raised a brow. I guess Anti has never be on time, hell, early before. Dark softly laughed.

"How was your night?" Dark asked. I could feel my hands start to shake.

"I slept decently." Anti said quickly. Dark glanced at me, wanting me to answer.

"I slept fine." My voice came out with more confidence than I had. He nodded. Where's Die?

"Die will be here. Calm down." Dark groaned.

Please don't read my thoughts, Dark.
But, they are so funny. Maybe you should be more careful of what you think.
Dark, I am not able to control my thoughts.