The Darkness in You (The Darkness Series Book 2)

by Diane Ashley Nortje

  I come face to ass with the most muscular, tight ass my eyes have ever laid eyes on. My eyes stay glued to it for a few more seconds, before I start to make my way down his toned tattooed legs to his feet, which are standing in a small pool of water that hasn’t run down the drain.

  I slowly bring my eyes up, saving this entire situation for later. My eyes run back over his tight ass and then slowly make their way up his muscular back. Tattoos cover his back, but they don’t cover how ripped he is. My eyes continue their journey up his tattooed neck and up towards his hair, which is shaved and cut longer on top by the looks of it, but the water running off his hair and down his neck has me running my eyes back down his body.

  I would jump his bones in a second, that’s if I had my head screwed on right and wasn’t going completely insane most days. The movement on his one arm brings me back to present. Where one hand is braced on the wall, the other is moving up and down. I watch the actions for a few seconds when I realize what he is doing.

  Holy shit! He is jacking himself off!

  I can’t help myself. My feet move on my own accord and I quietly inch closer to him. I have to see all of him. I’m totally perving, but it’s not like he can even see me. I inch closer, when he lets out a groan of pleasure, while he continues to move his arm up and down. If that groan doesn’t get my lady bits excited, I’m not sure what else would.

  I sneak a bit closer, I’m so close I can smell the soap he was using; I feel the spray of the water bouncing off his body and onto mine. I’m now standing under the shower with him, my t-shirt is completely wet, and I feel my panties are soaked through. But I still inch a little closer, I can’t see over his shoulder, he is way taller than me, so I start to circle the man, and move to where this arm in moving up and down. When he groans, the most sexually satisfied, sexually unsatisfied, feral growl I’ve ever heard. My lady bits answer to it. My nipples turn rock hard and not from the cold water that I’m standing under and I know if I had to venture into my wet panties, I know that’s not the only thing I will find wet.

  I peek around his tattooed arm, something is written along his forearm, but I’m to engrossed in his frickin sexy cock he is running his hand up and down on. I watch as he fists his cock hard and slowly, and when he reaches the tip of his cock, he swipes his thumb over the head.

  I let out a whimper, my hand itches to try what he is doing but my thoughts are scrambled, when I feel something grip my arms, hard, and I’m slammed against something cold and hard. My teeth chatter together from the impact and my head somehow bounces off the hard surface. I let out a very un-lady like “oomph” as the air in my lungs leaves my body.

  “There you are, little one.” A man’s voice penetrates the impact. It’s smooth like silk. I know this voice. I’ve heard it before, I know I have!

  My eyes start to focus on the man before me. He is blurred at first, my eyes still trying to find their sockets from my heads recent impact on the shower wall. The water bouncing off this man isn’t helping much either, but once he comes into view, I take a deep breath in. My eyes connecting with his, I know him, my soul knows him, like the back of my own hand, I would be able to find this man in a sea of people. We are connected. And I hate him!

  “Jacin!” I whisper out. Memories flood back to me all at once. And I don’t know what I want to do first. Cry or kick him right where it will hurt.

  “Little One, it took you long enough.” Jacin says to me while running his hand up my neck to hold me there.

  “Let me go, Jacin!” I cry out to him, as he pushes his hard cock against my stomach.

  “Why? Weren’t you enjoying my little show for you?” He whispers into my ear, causing more shivers to run my body that the cold water couldn’t get out of me.

  “That wasn’t for me and you know it!”

  “No, but you caused it. So, what are you going to do about it?” Jacin teases me, while nipping at my ear.

  “How the hell did I cause it, I just got here, and you were already busy!” I argue back, but my argument quickly dies as he starts to lick my neck to my collar bone.

  “Memories of you is all it takes, Little One.” He whispers into my neck and starts to kiss his way back up. His grip on my neck hasn’t let up yet, I’m held prisoner by his body, up against the cold wall. “I want to fuck you, so fucking hard, so fucking fast until you are screaming my name, but I can’t.” He continues to say to me, his tongue snakes out of his mouth and runs along my mouth.

  I shouldn’t open for him, I know I should fight him, be angry at him for doing this to me. Mind and body are not on the same side when it comes to this man. And my body wins. I suck his tongue into my mouth, I taste him. He is my drug. And I’m addicted. I’m an addict for Jacin.

  I feel his hands move down my neck, grabbing both my breasts, giving them a tight squeeze. Then he continues to move down my body, over my stomach until he reaches the hem of my t-shirt I was sleeping in.

  The sound of ripping material echoes in the bathroom and I feel the cold, wet material is replaced by cold air and the warmth of Jacin’s body. His hands replace the cold shiver on my body as he slowly makes his way up my body to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples, that I let out a shriek, which only gives his tongue more entrance into my mouth.

  I feel him breaking our kiss, as his hands have moved to the elastic of my panties I’m wearing, when I latch my teeth onto his bottom lip and bite down hard. But he doesn’t react, he only groans his pleasure at me for biting him. I taste his blood in my mouth as I suck his bottom lip into my mouth. I get high off the taste of him.

  Jacin’s lip leaves my mouth with a pop. I watch him pull away from me and I take in the marks I have left on his skin. Yeah, I know I’m going to pay for that, anticipation runs through my body at the thought, giving me another high. I slowly lick my lips; I taste his blood on my tongue as I lick the last of his blood from my lips.

  “I needed you to stay away, Little One.” Jacin says to me, while running his thumb over his bitten mouth. I watch as blood mixes with the water that we are standing underneath, the light shade of pink runs down our bodies and disappears.

  “You can’t get rid of me that easily, Jacin. This prophecy involves me too.” I say out loud, bringing us back from the spell of watching the blood disappear. I remember why I should be angry at him; he clearly doesn’t think I can handle my own and I will prove his ass wrong. I’m quite capable of taking care of business. And he should know that by now.

  “This has nothing to do with finding the third part of the prophecy, this has everything to do with saving your ass.” He shouts at me, while slamming his one fist into the wall beside my head, while the one returns to hold my neck. I look him in the eyes, and I watch as the red and black have some sort of power struggle with each other.

  “I don’t need saving, I’m not some princess that is incapable of defending herself.” I fight back, I won’t back down this time. He can’t go around taking a person’s memories, because he feels like it.

  “What, you think you are a Queen?” Jacin taunts me. “How can you be a queen, Natalie. When you can’t even follow fucking orders under a spell.”

  “I’m no queen.” I push at him. “I. AM. A. KING!” I grind out to him with more force and shove him so hard off of me, Jacin loses his grip on my body and I start to feel myself falling.

  I come back to my body with a shock to my system, and when my eyes pop open, I look into the angry green eyes of Jacin.

  “Oh, Little One. You shouldn’t have done that.” Jacin says to me, while covering my mouth with his hands, before I could even let out a squeak of displeasure. His still naked body is straddling my hips, holding me in place. I watch as the drops of water run down his muscular stomach I know so well, over the tattoos I have licked countless times and down to his rock-hard dick.

  My eyes stayed glued there until Jacin lets out a strangled moan.

  “Woman don’t test my limits. Not when it comes to you.”

  My
strangled reply doesn’t come out as Jacin doesn’t remove his hand from my mouth. I try buck and squirm away from his hold. But I know from experience, it doesn’t work.

  I bring my hands up and latch them onto Jacin’s arms and I try to pry his arms away from my mouth. But nothing. I start to dig my nails into his flesh, but even the bite of my nails piercing his arms does nothing to deter him.

  I look to where my nails have latched onto his arms, the moonlight coming in through the window allows me only enough light to make out only a few details on Jacin, but it doesn’t hide his new tattoo. My eyes latch onto his arm, to the same worded tattoo I hadn’t made out yet in the shower. I read the word over and over in my mind, with roses and what looks to be a crown surrounding the word. It’s beautiful.

  Natalie.

  My eyes snap back to Jacin’s, who is watching me carefully. His eyes give nothing away, I can’t read him. And he doesn’t want me too either.

  “I’ll find you in this life and the many lives to follow. I’d find your soul in heaven; I’d find it in hell. You can never escape me. You sealed your fate the moment you allowed my cock to sink between your pretty folds. You are mine. And its fucking clear I was lied to. For you. Always for you.” He whispers into my ear.

  He doesn’t release his hold on my mouth, and I feel the tears forming in my eyes. I know what is to come. He is going to do it again.

  “This, Little One, is for your own good and since you can’t stay gone, you will stay close by. I will watch you from the darkness, I will be your fucking shadow. You will survive this. This world will end if you don’t.” Jacin whispers out to me, causing shivers to rack my body. I feel him pushing magic into my body, I feel it, as the magic takes hold of me and I know I’m gone, I can’t fight it, he is too strong. “Sleep, Little One.”

  Chapter Five

  “My beginning, my middle and my end.”- Natalie

  ~Natalie~

  “Natalie, baby wake up.” I hear my mother’s voice come through my dreams. But I don’t want to wake up. My body is drained, and my eyes just don’t want to peel open. “Natalie, come on, you need to wake up.” My mother says to me while shaking me awake.

  “Okay, okay, I’m up.” I grumble out, wiping a bit of drool I can feel on the corner of my mouth, as I watch my mother’s retreating form.

  What in the ever-loving hell is going on? I shoot up out of the bed I’m in. I take in my surroundings. I’m in my old bedroom. Like old bedroom as in I’m back in my parents’ house, my childhood bedroom. Not in my bedroom in the city. How the hell did I get here?

  “Mom, mom!” I shout at her. Which stops her in her retreat.

  “Yes baby? I’ve made you some coffee. So up you get, you said to Faith you would help her out today.” My mother says out to me. I’ve missed her voice so much, that it’s now some sort of strange comfort hearing it in person again, but that doesn’t change the fact on how I got here.

  “Mom.” I whisper out, I can’t hide the desperation in my voice. I’m not sure whether I should throw in the towel, let be what may. I knew I couldn’t outrun him forever. My soul told me so countless times, and I know this is all somehow linked to one another, because I have no clue how I even got here and why I don’t remember anything.

  “Natalie, what is it?” My mother asks me from where she stands by the door. I watch as she starts to assess me, and I wonder what she sees? Maybe some scared little girl, hiding beneath her covers, pretending that the monsters under her bed can’t see her.

  “How did I get here?” I ask her.

  My mother turns a lighter shade of pale. She starts shaking and I’m not sure what is going on. Is she going into some sort of shock? Am I not the only one that doesn’t have a clue what is going on or am I the only one that is left in the darkness, which is swallowing me whole at the moment?

  “Ben! Ben!” My mother starts shouting like some crazy person. Then I hear the pounding of feet coming up the stairs and my father crashes into my bedroom.

  “What? What’s wrong?” My father says a little out of breath.

  “It happened again, he got to her again.” My mother whispers out.

  “What are you on about, who got to me?” I say out, I’m not following their sudden distress.

  I watch my mother slowly walk over to me and sits beside me on the bed.

  “Baby, what do you remember, even if it the smallest detail, just tell me everything?” My mother asks me and I’m not sure what she wants me to say to her.

  “I remember being at my apartment in the city and eating pizza I think, but after that, everything is a bit fuzzy.” I pause and think on it. I rack my brain, but everything is blank. Some images pass through my mind, but I can’t tell if it’s true or not. “I remember taking a shower, but that’s a bit hazy. What happened to me?”

  “I don’t know, we don’t know what’s going on, I really can’t explain what is happening to you. Do you remember the spell Faith performed on you; do you remember anything from last night?” My mother admits and I look over to my father who has a concerned look on his face.

  “No, nothing. How long have I been back for?” I ask, as thoughts of the witch in the woods warning comes flooding back to my memory. Why am I back here, I should have stayed hidden?

  “You got back yesterday. You had forgot most of your last month, so Faith came by to help get it back. You don’t remember?” My mother asks me, her shocked voice matches her shocked face.

  “Did it work?” I ask my mother.

  “It must have. He came back to take it away.” My mother says and pats me on my hand.

  “Who came back?” I question her. I have to hope and pray that he never found me. All that running years ago would have been for nothing. But I should have known better. There are no such things as fairytales.

  “Whoever you were destined for I’m guessing. But we don’t understand why he keeps taking your memories from you.” My mother says out, but I can hear the strain in her voice when she does. She is trying to hide how frightened she is. I wish I could feel the same. Right now, I just feel lost.

  “Look, don’t worry, I’m going to phone Zaylee. Faith said I should have contacted her in the beginning, but she is so far, I thought this could have been fixed with a simple spell. Sit tight baby, I’ll be right back.” My mother says as she hops off the bed and runs out the room, I hear her footsteps hitting the stairs on the way down.

  “Dad?” I ask him. I’m not sure what I’m asking for, but something, anything. He has always solved my problems for me when I was younger. But right now, he too looks lost as I am.

  “Baby girl. We will figure this out.” My father says to me and comes over to give me a tight squeeze. “Come, I’ve made you some breakfast. Let it not go to waste. Once Zaylee arrives, hopefully we can get some answers. Come now.” My father says as he ushers me out of bed and down the stairs.

  ~ ~ ~

  I’m sitting in the front room, the sun is starting to set, casting its warm glow through the window I’m sitting by, until a car pulls up and blocks most of the last suns’ rays from my view. I know the car well, it’s one of those old station wagons, that could fit fifteen people in it. We would take weekend trips in it, go to movies in it, all of us would pile in and just go wherever we wanted. I know, she definitely keeps the car because of memories we had growing up in it, not because it’s worth something.

  I watch Zaylee climb out the car. She is so strangely beautiful. White hair, which is natural. I know it hasn’t changed colour since we were born, is thrown up into a messy bun which is held up by a head piece. Her startling baby blue eyes, which never miss a beat, are covered by over-sized black rimmed glasses, her plump lips, which most woman are jealous over, because Zaylee can rock lipstick like it’s no one’s business. Her dress code has never changed. Eccentric nerd best describes what’s going on there. But it suits her, so damn perfectly, right down to her calm and quiet nature.

  I hop up off the day bed I was on, and rush to m
eet her at the door. I feel like a teenager again, having sleep overs with my best friends. Life was so simple back then. I open the door before Zaylee can even knock and throw my arms around the woman I haven’t seen in years.

  “Zaylee.” I call out happily to her. She returns my hug.

  “Natalie. God, it’s been too long.” Zaylee says back to me, giving me one final squeeze before she lets me go.

  “I know, I’m so sorry about that, that is really all on me. But I’m so happy you came.” I say to her. Her smile is toxic and causes me to give her a big smile back. I have the over whelming urge to hug her once more, and she gladly takes me in for a hug.

  As kids we shared everything together, even our birthdays. Seconds apart I’m told. We were inseparable, until she had to move away with her parents a couple of towns over. But even then, distance was nothing when it came to our friendship.

  “You know I’ve always got your back, Nay.” She says to me while releasing my hug.

  “Yes, between you and Faith, I really don’t deserve your guys friendship and loyalty.”

  “You had shit to deal with, there is no explanation needed. Even though I am going to have to get a quick outline of it.” She says to me while pushing her glasses back up her nose.

  “Everything, I promise. Come in, come in, can I get you anything?” I ask her.

  “Just some water please.” Zaylee says to me and walks inside. “Wow, this place hasn’t changed in years.” She says as she takes a look around. As we move further through the house until we reach the kitchen. No, it really hasn’t changed at all here.

  “Oh my, what happened here?” Zaylee says to me while I’m reaching for a glass in the cupboard. I turn to look, and she is now holding my basically dead house plant in her arms as if it was some sort of baby.