The Darkness in You (The Darkness Series Book 2)

by Diane Ashley Nortje

  “You will rot in hell for this.” He screams at me.

  “I’m already there.” I state simply to the man and cut his shirt from his body.

  “This, will be something like the monsters I control see, all the time from me.” I say to the room of imprisoned men. Who start crying all over again. A bunch of fucking pussies. “But instead of your mother fucking pathetic heart. It will be much more painful for you, but much more enjoyable for me.” I say to the man that is chained up.

  I move up behind the man, who is thrashing and still trying to break free. My hands grip his disgusting back and I break his collarbone. His cries of pain are music to my depraved ears. “Hold still, you piece of shit.” I whisper into his ear, but he continues to thrash about.

  I grip his back once more and plunge my fingers through his skin and into his back muscles. His skin parts for my fingers, which are now claws, and I watch the blood pour out of the holes in his back. The man keeps screaming and the men in the corner have gone quiet, good, they are watching.

  I shove my claws through his back muscle, until I feel the bones of his spine.

  “You don’t need this, you piece of shit. You had no spine to stand up for what was right, and now I’ll remove it for you since it’s so fucking useless to you.” I say to the man as I latch onto his spinal bones with both my hands and rip the fucking thing from his body. His skin tears, his muscles rip, blood explodes from his body and coats my face.

  His screams die along with him as his body becomes limp. I’ll leave him there to hang, as a reminder of what I’m going to do with the rest of these fuckers. I turn back to Weyland and hand him the man’s spine, which still has muscle and skin clinging to it.

  “I’m sure you know someone who can chew on that for a bit.” I say to Weyland who bursts out laughing.

  “Yeah Jace, I might know some puppies who need to sharpen their teeth.”

  My attention snaps to the man that is still tied into the chair. He has woken up now from all the screaming most likely. I shake my hands from the excess blood running down them, I feel the blood droplets that sprayed my face when I removed the man’s spine from his body run down my face and onto my neck, soaking my clothing.

  I bathe in the blood of my enemies with a fucking smile on my face.

  “Fucking finally. Did you enjoy the show?” I ask him as I walk over to him. He cowers back as much as he can from me. But before he can say anything to me, I stop him. “And before you think about begging for your pathetic life, I wouldn’t.” I say to him, gesturing with my thumb at the man that drowned in his own blood.

  The man pales instantly and the beast in me laps up the fear that perfumes the air.

  “Please, I’ll give you names. I’ll give you anything, just don’t kill me.” He begs me. And I stop in my tracks. This should be interesting.

  “Names, what names?”

  “The names of the people that helped take her.” He whimpers out. “But please, please just don’t kill me.”

  “Fine, let’s hear them then.” I say to him and crouch before him.

  “Ner- Nerissa.” He stutters out.

  “Yes, I knew that. Her time is coming. If you can’t give me anything better than that bitches name, I’ll kill you slowly.”

  “P- Please. Don’t. I have another. Eric, Eric Donnelly.”

  “I don’t know this Eric.” I say to the man. But I feel the air shift. I look back to Weyland and he is as stiff as a motherfucking board.

  “Weyland, what?” I shout out and stand before him.

  “The five, they know.” Weyland says to me.

  “Go, fucking find out everything.” I shout out and Weyland disappears before me.

  “Well, well. You actually gave me something useful. Thank you.” I say to the man, and crouch before him once more. “And for that, I won’t kill you.”

  “Thank you. Thank you.” He sighs out.

  “Oh, mother fucker. I wouldn’t thank me. I said I wouldn’t kill you. But you had information all along. And that, you fucker, gains you something worse than death. Me, for fucking eternity.” I say to him and snap his five fingers before he even sees me move.

  His screams are music to my hears. Like a Mozart symphony, it’s beautiful. It feeds the beast inside me. It feeds my depravity. The depravity that has been let loose.

  “Having fun, are we?” A voice asks me from the doorway. Stopping me from breaking the man’s other five fingers. His quiet sobbing is beyond annoying, but what can I say. I have a job to do.

  I don’t bother to turn around to see who it is. I already know who it is.

  “Mason.” I say out, without looking back at him. Out of all of us, he is the sanest. The countless years haven’t gotten to him like the rest of us. The constant struggle to have control of the beasts that lurk in the brotherhood, doesn’t seem to faze him. While all of our beasts work as one, Mason has complete control. Where I like to let mine out to play, as with Bishop, as with Hades, Masons control has never wavered.

  “Jacin.” He says to me in greeting and I hear him come silently into the room. He doesn’t come near me, but instead walks over to view my work done on the others that line the walls.

  “You want to join in?” I ask him as I look over to him and he is now watching me carefully.

  “And take all your fun away? I couldn’t do that.” He jokes with me, and I shake my head at him. “It’s true then?” He asks me, and I look over to him again, while the man before me is still crying like the baby he is.

  “What is true?” I ask him. The brotherhood knows. Nothing is really ever a secret with the four of us.

  “You found her.” Mason asks me, and just the mention of her, I lose it. I snap the man’s fingers that I hadn’t realised I was holding onto and he screams once more.

  “I take that as a yes.” Mason says to me. “You know it can’t be broken right; Bishop told me everything.” He simply states as he picks up the screwdriver on the table and turns it over in his hands.

  “Yeah, I fucking know that now.” I grind out and the beast inside me fucking laughs at me. Pity I can’t crawl into myself and beat the shit out of him.

  “Good. I guess it should be a lesson learned for all of us.” Mason says and flicks me the screwdriver he was toying with. “But that is not why I’m here. I heard about your meeting. You want me there?” he asks me. “Something is definitely off.”

  “No, I will be fine. He wouldn’t fucking dare do something that could implicate himself. Too fucking risky.” I say to him and slam the screwdriver through the man’s thigh. His ear-piercing screams echo in the room, and I feel my body rock to the sound of it.

  “You need her back and fucking soon.” Mason simply states as I continue to dance to the sounds of the man’s screams.

  Chapter Seven

  “Infinity.” - Natalie

  ~Natalie~

  I slowly come back from the darkness that swallowed me whole. I was floating in it for a bit until I was released from the darkness itself. I slowly sit up, and I see Zaylee sitting by the side of my bed, reading one of her books she always has her nose deep in.

  “What happened?” I ask her, and she snaps out of her book and slams it shut.

  “You started hallucinating. It’s a side effect of the potion. It’s pretty graphic and realistic, I’m told.” Zaylee says to me while getting up and coming to sit beside me.

  “But I don’t feel any different, I don’t remember anything new.” I say to her.

  “It takes time, unless you have a trigger.” Zaylee says to me. “What did you hallucinate about?”

  “It was all very strange, first, I’m in this field with flowers and the next thing I’m with these dog type things, with glowing eyes and I’m pretty sure I was on a carousel.”

  Zaylee just stares at me for a bit, I think she is at a loss for words. When she finally speaks, I expect the worst.

  “Well, now that’s quite a trip.” She laughs at me. “Oh, don’t worry Natalie
, what I’ve given you is strong. It will take someone exceptionally strong to counter act it. Get some rest, I’ll give you a call tomorrow.”

  “Thanks for everything, Zaylee.” I say to her while giving her a hug.

  She hugs me back. In a way, it feels good to be back with my old friends again. I have missed them so much, without even realizing in. There was always a gap in my heart where I know they should have been. But I ignored it and pushed through every feeling I experienced while I was on my own.

  “I’ll call you tomorrow, I promise. Just don’t believe everything you see; it could just be your mind joining separate events together until it can piece it all back properly.”

  “Thank you Zay and here take this. I saw you eyeing it out the whole night.” I say to her and give her the dead house plant she is convinced that isn’t dead yet.

  “I’ll take good care of it, I promise.” She says to me, admiring it on her way to her car.

  I make my way inside after I watched Zaylee off. I slowly make my way up the stairs and back into my bedroom. My body feels sluggish and I sump down onto my bed, my head hitting my pillow and I try process the day’s events. I fall back to sleep soon after that. All these events happening, my body is worn out, my brain feels like it might just explode from everything. I need a break. Like a nice vacation in Hawaii.

  ~Jacin~

  My hands itch. I still feel the blood coating them not mere hours ago. The monster in me wants to go back to my playroom, but duty calls, and I can’t skip out on this.

  Weyland sits beside me, watching everyone and everything, he never misses a thing. The rest of my men are dotted about the room. Some visible and some are hidden in plain sight. They are on edge. As they should be.

  I watch the man that entered the club ten minutes ago, come closer to me and take a seat in the couch opposite me. “Jacin, my man. Long time.” He says to me, and waves over one of the women for his drink.

  “I would say this is a pleasure but let’s just cut the shit. What do you want?” I ask Lucifer.

  The smug smile he is sporting, is starting to set my beast on edge. You keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. So, this fucker should be glued to my left nut. If anyone wants my control, its him. But he is good, never gets his own hands dirty, with anything.

  “Don’t be like that, Jace. I was just in the area.” He says to me.

  “In this small fucking town? And I have warned you before, don’t call me that?”

  “Someone seems a bit touchy. I just came to see what all the fuss was about. You come and go so much; I was getting curious.”

  Weyland growls from beside me and the rest of the men, mimic him and the growls vibrate around the room.

  “You following me Lucifer?” I ask him. The warning is clear in my voice.

  “I just heard the rumor, that’s all.” He says to me, while one of the women puts his drink down in front of him. I watch as he grips the woman by her hips and pulls her back onto his lap. Her giggles ring out in the room. It’s annoying as fuck.

  “And what rumor is that?” I ask him.

  “Oh, come on, we are old friends, I heard she is very beautiful.”

  I don’t react, I learnt the hard way the last time I reacted. I look to Eve, who is standing by the bar. And I nod my head at her. I need a drink and I need one now.

  “Is that so?” I ask him and I see Weyland shuffle in his seat. He doesn’t like where this conversation is going. Who would?

  “Did I touch a sensitive spot for you there, Jacin?” He asks me, while kissing and licking his way up the woman’s neck.

  “No, she was a good fuck, that’s all.” I say to him, while Eve puts my drink down next to me. My eyes slice to hers and she fucking knows. Play the fuck along.

  She sits on the arm of my chair and starts to run her fingers over my back, and I have to suppress the need to push her off the chair. I watch as Lucifer takes in the scene before him. His eyes watch each and every movement Eve is doing to me.

  “Really, I would have loved to have met her.” He says to me, while running his fingers down the woman’s legs.

  “She is busy.” I say to him, challenging him to continue.

  I feel her then, the warmth that floods my skin, the smell that floats through the air, sunshine. I lean over to grip my drink. I down it in one go. This is not the time for her midnight fucking walks. Bus appears before me and my eyes slice towards his. He normally doesn’t come to me with problems, it’s normally Tray. But I know Tray is sleeping on the chair in her room.

  Weyland gets up from his chair and gestures to Bus to follow him.

  “Trouble?” Lucifer asks. And I don’t bother answering him. I lean back and pull Eve into my lap.

  “Nothing Weyland can’t handle.” I say to him.

  When Weyland appears beside me again and Bus is nowhere to be seen, I know this can’t be good. Weyland gestures to a woman in the corner who skips over to sit in his lap. Her long dark hair bouncing with every step and Natalie flashes in my mind and I squeeze my fists closed.

  “Ouch.” Eve shrieks out, when my claws start to form in my hands. I release her. That fucker did that on purpose, he doesn’t have to act like a child right now, throwing a tantrum. I don’t want this woman on my lap any more than he does.

  “Well gents, this has been fun. But I must go. Souls to torture and all.” Lucifer says as he stands, dropping the woman to the floor. No one pays her much attention though.

  “Don’t make this a fucking habit.” I say to him, while kissing Eves neck. Who is fucking lapping up the attention.

  “I don’t plan on it.” And he disappears in a cloud of smoke.

  I wait a few moments, until I can’t sense him anymore. “Get the fuck off.” I say to Eve.

  “Yes Sire. But you know your life would be so much easier with me.” She says to me as she stands from my lap.

  “Why? Because your pussy is so easy?’ I ask her.

  It stuns her into silence and then she huffs and walks off. Rage, so much rage. It cracks in the air. My Little One wants to play.

  ~Natalie~

  I know I fell asleep in my room, in my bed. I know this. I don’t understand why I’m standing in what looks to be some club. The lights are flickering, and the music is on full blast. Vibrating the entire place. I look around and take in as much as I can. Nothing seems out of place. That bar is packed, and the dance floor is jammed with people grinding on one another.

  The only thing that looks out of place is the stairs, which are covered in some weird black smoke, that floats and moves with the music. I start to move towards it. My feet making the path of their own and before I know it, I’m climbing the stairs. No one stops me, no one sees me. I move in and out of the way of people, until I reach the top of the stairs, which is guarded by a large man.

  He doesn’t seem to notice my presence and continues to look straight passed me, so I slip passed and hope and pray whatever keeps me hidden from everyone, keeps me hidden until I’ve seen what I’ve needed to see.

  Once I’m safely upstairs, the room I enter is old school classic. Gentleman’s club springs to mind and something itches at the back of my mind, like I’ve seen this somewhere before. Maybe it was one of those shows on TV where they show all the rich and famous people’s houses. Because this screams money and importance. It’s annoying.

  The music is turned down here, unlike downstairs. Up here screams “let us be civil”. The room isn’t over full, and I can make out the groups of people. But the one group in particular gains my attention, as the focus of the room seems to be on them, yet the people in the room don’t want to make it too obvious. I make my way over to see what the big deal is about.

  There are three men sitting on couches with women dotted around them. They are all beautiful, way too beautiful to be men. The one man has blonde hair, with brown eyes and has that dark glow towards his aura.

  I don’t like him.

  He is not a good man.

&nbs
p; The other man is white headed and is as equally beautiful as the other two, but where the one is blonde, his hair is chalk white and has pale eyes that seem to glow from within. The last man, he is what holds my attention. He is beautiful and I feel instantly jealous about the woman sitting on his lap. And I don’t know why.

  I continue to watch the group of men sitting there with women on their laps. The blonde one is looking too pleased with himself. The other two are way to tense. Whatever the smug looking man is doing, the other two are not pleased by him.

  “She is busy.” The beautiful green-eyed man says, and it tugs at my memory. His voice caresses my skin, like silk. I know that voice. My brain is screaming at me to remember but the memories are flickering on and off in my mind.

  I need to fuck you Little One, will you let me fuck you.

  Come for me, Little One.

  You are so fucking tight; your pussy is such a greedy little thing.

  I feel the pulse of something in my palm, but when I look down at it, I feel nothing. A woman’s cry of pain makes my eyes snap to the scene before me. I take in the beautiful green-eyed man again, with my eyes connecting with his, this time.

  And. I. Fucking. Remember.

  Memories run through me like a flip book, too much to take in, too much for me to watch, too much for my brain to process, but he is there, in most of my memories. He is mine. He was mine. He is going to pay. Him and the monster that lurks beneath him. I block out the noise as I try get to grips with what my memories are trying to tell me. I don’t know whether to believe them or not. Can I believe anything right now?

  But I can’t stop the emotions that run through me. Rage, so much rage runs through my body, at the skank that is sitting on his lap, the fact he took my memories from me. Everything he put me through. For what? So, he can get his dick wet from the slut on his lap?

  “Calm down Little One.” Jacin says to me from his seat on the couch. And I watch as that slut turns around, like some drunk tart. She is looking everywhere for me but can’t see me. Weyland has stilled with the woman in his lap. But slaps her ass off of him once he has figured what is going on.