The Darkness in You (The Darkness Series Book 2)

by Diane Ashley Nortje

  I burn from within, I feel her for the first time in days, she wants out, she wants to rip him to pieces and then slowly watch as he puts himself back together. She wants revenge and I will give it to her in spades.

  “I’m going to make you regret ever laying eyes on me, Jacin.” I hiss out at him. I’m still fighting for control against the ancient enchantress that lives inside me as she decides now is the perfect time to come back and say hello.

  “And I look forward to it. Every fucking second of it.” He says to me as the people look around to see who he is talking to.

  “You really think that I would share you.” I growl out to him.

  “No.” He simply states.

  “Well since you thought I wouldn’t mind you licking that slut, I think I can do the same thing. Maybe I’ll lick my way down a man’s body and suck his cock. You quite liked it when I sucked yours.”

  I look about the room and Jacin lets the most inhuman growl out, but I ignore it. I find a pour guy sitting on the couch off to the side, he appears to be on some sort of date. But he won’t see me, and I doubt he will be able to feel me. So, I storm over to him and plop down into his lap. He doesn’t even know I’m there.

  Jacin lets another one of his growls out and everyone but Weyland moves from their spots. Weyland who is starting to look worried, follows Jacin’s line of sight. The poor man I decided to use, sits dead still. I don’t think he even breathes, as he watches Jacin intently. Unsure of what he has done.

  “Oh sweetheart.” I whisper in his ear. “Don’t worry about him. He just wants what he now can’t have.” I nuzzle my nose in his neck. “But you can have me.” I say to him. But he doesn’t acknowledge me, his eyes are glued to Jacin’s, which have turned that dark shade of red.

  “Oh sweetheart.” I giggle out to him. “Is that nice hard cock of yours for -.” I don’t get to finish my sentence.

  One moment I’m in this man lap, the next I’m slammed up against the wall. The tables and chairs have been thrown out of the way and only when my head comes back from the impact, do I hear the sick breaking of bones as the man’s body collides with the opposite wall.

  The room is dead quiet, the music has all but stopped and I’m now the main attraction. Jacin has clearly pulled me out into the open.

  “I will fuck you right up against this wall and mark you right here, right now. Don’t fucking push me!” Jacin grinds out to me.

  “Don’t fucking push you? The next time your hands land on a woman, consider them fucking broken. And then next time your dick is near another woman, consider it removed!” I scream at him.

  “It was a fucking act!” Jacin shouts at me.

  “An act that was so believable? You must have done the act often enough, clearly.”

  “Natalie, it was an act, you have no idea who was sitting opposite me.” He continues to grind out to me as I’m pushed up against the wall.

  “I don’t care who it was. I’m sick of your fucking excuses.”

  “Do you always have to be so fucking-”. Jacin pauses what he is saying to me and releases his hold on me while taking a look around the room.

  “Weyland, take her back, now!” Jacin orders him.

  “No, wait, I’m not done here!” I argue. But before I can even argue with Jacin, the floor begins to vibrate, the air inside the room starts to get sucked out and then the piercing noise hits my ears. We are thrown back from our spots as a massive hole has been blown into the room revealing the outside to us.

  Bricks fall from the roof; the lights flicker on and off. Most people are either running about screaming for the lives or are lying on the floors in pools of their own blood. The air rushes back into the room and with it, brings a foul stench that mixes with the air inside the room.

  I roll onto my stomach and shove myself up onto my knees and then back onto my feet, when an ear-piercing screech vibrates through the air. God, I know that scream. It doesn’t affect me anymore, but I know it.

  I look up to see dozens upon dozens of ghouls climbing in through the hole in the roof and wall. Bringing their stench and annoying tapping with them. People start to scream when they see them coming through the hole. Chaos erupts everywhere, as the remaining people push and shove each other to get to the exit for safety.

  Jacin is barking out orders to his men. I didn’t know he was standing beside me until the ghouls launch themselves from the roof and onto him, taking him to the ground. She batters at my insides, she screams at me to function, to allow her control. She will kill them all. I allow her what she needs but she doesn’t take full control. We work as one.

  “Now fight. They touched what is ours.” She screams at me from inside me.

  And I do. I rip the first ghoul I see from Jacin’s body and twist it’s head until I hear the sickening crunch of its neck bones break beneath my hands. Next.

  I get a grip on the next one, when all at once, the ghouls are thrown from Jacin’s body and he is climbing to his feet, untouched. The ghoul in my hand screeches and bats at my hold, but I simply twist and pop it’s head with the enchantresses magic and it’s crumbles at my feet. My eyes flash white at Jacin, letting him know who is with me. But that doesn’t change the way he is looking at me.

  I watch as he looks to the hole and I follow his gaze and I watch as more and more monsters keep flooding the hole, making their way inside and filing behind one another as an army would do.

  “Bus!” Jacin screams and Bus materializes in front of me. “Take her now, wake Tray. Guard her with your mother fucking life!”

  “No! Stop, I can fight.” I shout at Bus who just ignores me as he grips onto my arms.

  “Baby, you need to survive.” Jacin says to me and comes over to caress my face.

  “I am not leaving you again.” I fight back. But my pleas go unnoticed.

  “Yes, you are. Take her back to her body.” Jacin says just as the army of monsters let out a combined ear-piercing scream, which Jacin just ignores. “They are here for one thing. And that’s me. They will not have you as well.”

  “I just started remembering.” I plead with Jacin.

  “And I pray you won’t remember this.” He says to me. “Now fucking take her.” Jacin screams at Bus, just as the army starts to move forward, descending on the men that surround Jacin.

  I’m pulled back, no matter my struggles, my pleas, Bus just doesn’t let up. He keeps pulling me and pulling me away from Jacin and the monsters that have yet to stop coming through the hole in the wall.

  I shout to Jacin. He looks back at me and then back to the monsters that have taken over the room. I was wrong before; chaos then erupts in the room and the monsters launch themselves onto every available body.

  I don’t see Jacin again, the amount of bodies that have landed on him have swallowed him whole. Bus tugs and tugs on me and I keep fighting. But it doesn’t work. I’m thrown from my dream when a monster lands on Bus, taking him down and then, once again.

  Nothing.

  Chapter Eight

  “Infinity.” - Jacin

  ~Natalie~

  “This is so great. I remember it was always our dream to do this together.” I say to Faith as I walk about her shop, taking everything in. I wanted this. But I can honestly say, where life has lead me, I’m more than happy on how it turned out.

  “If you ever come back home for good, I could always use the help around here. Most days I struggle to keep afloat with the orders.” Faith says to me as she wipes down her counter.

  “I’ve got my own business back in the city. Well I think I do. I’ve lost so much time I’m not even sure what to do anymore.” I say to her.

  “Have you tried calling? Maybe someone there can help you?” Faith says to me while placing a new vase of flowers by the door.

  “I did, no answer.” I admit to her. I can only hope wherever Ariana ended up, was somewhere good. I remember her, so that must be a good thing. I remember most of the things I did. I remember most things, just not the last
couple of weeks.

  She looks back at me, pity in her eyes. I don’t want it. I’ll figure out what has happened to me.

  “Don’t pity me, Faith. I’ll figure this out. I have no other option but to.”

  “Do you think it’s linked too why you left in the first place?” Faith asks me.

  “Oh, most definitely. He finally found me and did this to me. I know that much; my gut is screaming that one small fact at me. It’s just the pieces in between that are still foggy, I just don’t understand why he would take my memories.” I say to Faith with the dream of last night playing a loop in my head.

  “Well, we will figure it out. Don’t worry.” Faith says to me as a customer comes into the store. I busy myself with wiping down the counters. Something simple to keep my mind busy.

  I overhear Faith greeting the customer, but the tone in her voice has me looking over to see who it could be. The man before her has Faith drooling. Her eyes take him in as he tells her what he is looking for.

  I can’t make out much, other than his massive build and blonde cropped hair. I move closer without realising what I’m doing. His voice is ringing in my ears. My memories once again scream at me. For the love of god, can I just remember already!

  “I’m looking for a number of things.” The man says to Faith. Who is clearly having naughty thoughts about this man, who seems a little uncomfortable.

  If you wanted my number, you should just ask for it. The man’s voice whispers in my head. And I start to have a strange craving.

  “Pizza.” I thought but instead, I must have said it out loud as the man turns to look at me.

  Baby blue eyes connect with mine and my mind starts screaming at me. Blood, hands, my crystals. My protector. Swarm my thoughts. I know this man. Why?

  “Pizza?” He asks me. But I don’t reply, I keep taking him in. Please remember something, anything brain! “If you wanted to ask me on a date, shouldn’t you ask my name first?” He jokes with me and smiles.

  But I know that smile. It’s comforting, its borderline brotherly. He is my, what?

  “What’s your name?” I ask him. And he tilts his head at me like it’s something I should know. He studies me for a bit more and then shakes his head.

  “Tray.” He simply states. And it comes crashing back to me. Like a ton of bricks landing on my head, knocking the sense out of me, just in this case, into me. Memories and memories come pouring in, but they are not enough, and yet they are enough to make me think I have gone fucking crazy.

  I take steps back from him, then another and then another, until I collide into one of the tables. It’s all too much. Memories come back to me, are they real?

  Are they fake?

  Am I going mad?

  Has the darkness finally won?

  Or I’ve succumbed to it? God, I hope so.

  Tray takes a step towards me and then stops. Why would a stranger have the need to console a crazy person? I don’t wait around to find out, I’m out the door before I even realise what I’m doing. Memories come pouring back into my mind. Memories of Tray and most importantly, memories of him.

  ~ ~ ~

  I feel fingers tracing my jaw. Soft as feather running down my face, slowly down my neck and they caress between my boobs. I try open my eyes, but I’m exhausted. I let out a whimper, as the ache between my legs comes back to me, I’m sure I’m swollen down there.

  Soft lips latch onto my breast, a tongue massaging my nipple, as my nipple is sucked into a wet warm mouth. I can’t help but arch my back off what I’m lying on, giving more access to my boobs. The feather light touches turn into a pinch as my other nipple is tortured. Oh, but what sweet torture.

  I let out another whimper as I come out my exhausted haze that I’m in.

  “Wake up Little One. I’m far from done with you.” A man whispers into my ear.

  “Haven’t you had your fill of me yet?” My sleepy voice replies.

  His fingers leave my nipple and he drags his fingers down my body, to my ache between my legs. His lips find my nipple once more and he sucks me into his mouth, his teeth gently latching onto the hard bud.

  “I will never have enough of this pussy.” The man says to me as he parts my now wet folds with his fingers to circle my sensitive bud. “Does it hurt.” He says to me as he gently inserts a long finger into my body.

  “Yes.” I say to him, our eyes finally meeting one another, and I feel him start to remove his finger. “But don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I whisper into his ear and bite down on his ear lobe. I want more. So much more.

  “Little One, I would have just healed you.” He whispers into my ear.

  “No, I want you. Like this.” I say to him knowing I’m most probably going to regret this in the morning.

  “Okay, Little One.” He says to me and pinches my clit and I let out a shriek. “I’m going to have fun breaking you, Little One, your screams are like music to my ears.” As he pushes his fingers back inside me, pumping them in and out until I’m shaking with need.

  His lips latch onto mine, making me part my lips for him. His tongue thrashes inside my mouth, our tongues mixing together. I bite down on his tongue and then suck it back into my mouth and he lets out a moan of approval, his hips jerking towards mine as he continues to move his fingers inside of me.

  “Come for me, Little One. I want to feel your pussy suck my fingers.” He says to me once our kiss is broken. And I come on command for him. My body heats up and tingles run the length of my body, and then I fracture over his fingers and I ride out my high as he continues to find my spot every time.

  “Such a good girl. So, fucking responsive to my touch. It makes me want to do dirty fucking things to you.” He says to me. And removes his fingers once I’m coming off my high. I watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks my come off his fingers.

  “Your taste, it makes my dick so fucking hard. I want inside your pussy. I want to punish it, for making me wait this long for it.”

  “So then take me.” I say out breathlessly, as I struggle to regain my breathing. My legs starting to get feeling back and I climb up onto my elbows to take him in. His tattoos cover his entire body and I want to trace every line, over and over with my tongue, until I know them by heart.

  “Not until you earn it.” He says to me moving off the bed to stand, turning to face me.

  I watch as he runs his hand up and down his length, my mouth waters when I see his pre cum form on the tip of his dick, my eyes are glued to the spot. I watch as he slowly runs his hands, up and down, gripping himself tightly at the tip and then running his hand back down again. And my hands itch to mimic his actions, to feel his hard length in my hands.

  “Suck.” He orders me. And my eyes move from his dick and latch onto his eyes. I watch him as he eases his need with his own hand, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen.

  I climb up onto my knees and slowly bend in front of him. I make a point to arch my back and stick my ass out as I watch his eyes take it all in. “Such a fucking tease.” He says as he continues running his hand on his cock, while his eyes have locked onto my ass.

  I bat his hand away and open my mouth to take him in. My lips suck his headfirst and his taste hits my buds as I swallow his pre cum. I let out an involuntary moan and I take him deeper into my mouth, until his cock hits the back of my throat. I move my tongue up and down his cock, and he can’t help but let out a groan of pleasure as I continue to suck him off in my mouth, while slowly moving my hand up and down his length.

  His hand grips my hair, pulling my head back, my eyes snap to his. His eyes watch mine carefully, as he slowly starts to take control and pumps his cock in and out of my mouth. “Come now, Little One, you can take more of me.” He says to me as his cock touches the back of my throat with every thrust into my mouth. “Swallow.” He orders me and I do, I try to ignore my gag reflexes every time his cock goes in too deep. But I swallow him, every time, and a moan of approval comes from him.


  “Fuck, Natalie. Your mouth feels like fucking heaven. That’s it baby, suck me.” He says to me, as he continues to fuck my mouth. His moans of approval, his dirty as fuck words, have me more wet and I move my fingers to my aching clit, to ease the ache that is building inside me once more.

  I slowly start to circle my swollen nub as I continue to suck him into my throat, when his hand comes down and lands on my ass, with a loud whack. I want to let out a surprised shriek, but all it does is open my throat more for him and pushes his cock down my throat and he holds it there for a moment.

  “Such a naughty girl. Your pussy is mine, who said you could touch it?” He says to me, while withdrawing his cock. It leaves my mouth with a loud pop and the spit I was unable to swallow spills out my mouth.

  “I’m going to have to teach you who this pussy belongs to.” He says to me and grips my thighs and pulls me onto my back and I flop down onto the bed as he spreads my legs before him.

  “You are such a dick.” I rasp out to him.

  “You seemed to be enjoying yourself with my cock down your throat.” He says to me, as he slams into my body with such force my air is knocked from my lungs. “That’s it, Natalie, your pussy is so greedy for my cock. So, fucking tight, my cock already wants to explode.”

  “Harder. Fuck me harder.” I pant out as he is punishing my pussy with his cock. “I’m going to come, don’t stop.” I shout out, when I feel my second orgasm building inside me.

  “Come for me, I want to feel your pussy grip my cock.”

  I fracture once more as he continues to pump his length in and out of me. Riding out my high with me. When he bends down and pinches my clit, detonating another orgasm to rip through me.

  “Jacin!” I scream out.

  I stop my retreat from Faiths shop as my mind snaps back to reality and I realised my body took me here without me even knowing it. Why? Another piece of my never-ending puzzle. My memories of Jacin were clearly more than just friends. We were lovers.