The Darkness in You (The Darkness Series Book 2)

by Diane Ashley Nortje

  “Why?” I ask him. “Doesn’t he want Dax around?”

  “It’s not that. Jacin likes to think that he is protecting Dax.” Weyland says, “But Dax has his own calling, like Jacin. I don’t think they would have it any other way. Even though Dax can’t follow rules and Jacin allows him to break them. Constantly. So, the ban means jack shit to the brothers.”

  “Well hello boys, it’s about time you came back. I was missing you.” A woman’s voice breaks up our discussion, my mind is telling me I know the voice, but I can’t place it. I hear the click of heels as she walks down the hallway and I see Weyland has visibly tense. Well this should be good.

  “You shouldn’t be here, why are you back?” Bus says from behind me, but he comes closer to me and steps in front of me, blocking the woman even more from my view.

  “I haven’t seen you boys in a while, and I haven’t heard from Jacin. Lord knows that woman couldn’t keep up with him. So, I thought I’d come home and see what is happening.” She all but purrs out at Bus but I lost track at keep up with him. Who the fuck is this woman?

  “You know you are not welcome here. This is no longer your home. So, I suggest you return, before he does find out.” Lynx growls out and it sends shivers down my body when he does. God, his voice is rough, like he has just woken up from hours of sex and his voice is hoarse from it. Woman down here must be so screwed.

  “Oh boys, don’t be like that. I will keep you all busy until he returns.” She purrs back and my mind is screaming at me to remember.

  “Not interested.” Weyland grinds out and I can visibly see his restraint. His muscles in his back are flexing and the vein in his neck is throbbing.

  “Why, don’t tell me Jacin’s whore has gotten under your skin to!” She demands.

  And I. Fucking. Remember. This bitch.

  “Move.” I growl out. And I hear her take in her breath. I wonder if she knows it will be one of her last?

  Weyland and Bus silently move from my view and I come face to face with Eve. God, I hate this woman. I remember her sitting smug as fuck next to him the first time I saw her. And I still have the feeling to rip her long her from her head and drag her into the trash. She should find home there.

  “Eve.” I grind out. I see the fear that crosses her eyes as she takes me in.

  “Natalie. I didn’t know you were here!” She shrieks out at me. Her eyes never meeting mine and I have to wonder why that is. She was all talk two minutes ago, but now she is acting like a fumbling idiot.

  “Why would it have mattered, I’m only his whore.” I say out to her, and she visibly stills. She tries to say something in defence, but I cut her off before she can start. “I think it’s best you leave!” I say to her and she opens and closes her mouth. She is at a loss for words.

  I start to walk by her when her bravado comes back. She really doesn’t know who she is dealing with.

  “You don’t run shit down here. I will wait where I want to wait until Jacin comes back and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. Bitch!” She shrieks out at me.

  I see red. Not the light shade of red either, like blood diluted with water which turns more of a shade of pink than red, no. Dark as blood, it clouds my thoughts, it blinds my eyesight as I no longer have control over my body, and I move without even realizing. I’m upon her. Her screeching does little to deter me. Her nails embed themselves into my arms. But I don’t release my hold on her.

  I feel the enchantress bat at my insides, she wants out, she wants to take the reins on this. I won’t let her. Our power is combined. I feel it in my blood and blood is what she wants, so I’ll gladly give it to her. My fingers trace the outlines of my daggers while my knees press down on her chest. She can’t move. Eve tries to throw me from her body, she won’t. I’ve landed square on her chest and her hands slap at my sides. I feel nothing.

  I bring forth my daggers, each in one hand. The silver glint in the metal shines off the sunlight that is coming through one of the arches in the hallway. My grip on them tightens, as I slam each of them into the side of her neck with ease.

  I slowly step off her as her hands fall to the side, the two daggers still sticking out from her neck. Eve’s blood pools around her neck and body as I watch the life leave her body as she slowly chokes on her own blood.

  I look down at her. Her eyes vacant and the pool of blood growing with every passing moment. The rage I felt inside me slowly dies as my thoughts return to my own. What have I done?

  I let out a shriek as I come to understand what just happened. Eve’s blood coats my hands and arms, I feel the splatters of blood soaking through my clothes and I take a leap back into something hard. I turn to look at Weylands grim expression and in the five that surround me. Three out of the five look like they want to laugh, Even’s expression is unreadable, and Tray, well Tray is just laughing his head off.

  “Fucking finally. She was a fucking pain in the ass!” Tray says to me and continues to laugh harder.

  “I just- I just, I don’t know what came over me.” I stutter out as I turn back to Weyland who stills holds his grim expression.

  “Jealousy, again, really?” He says to me. And I wince at his choice of words. Because that’s exactly what set her off. “Are you going to go around killing all the women he has been with.”

  “All?” I question him.

  “That’s what you got from all this.” Weyland gestures to the dead woman on the floor. “You got to get it under control.”

  “I’m sorry, I- I really didn’t mean to kill her, I just- I just really don’t like the bitch.” I mumble out at which Tray starts to laugh harder and the other three, Lynx, Bus and Haven start to laugh as well.

  “Try not make it a habit.” Weyland says to me and then gestures me to walk with him.

  “Um, what- what are we going to do about Eve?” I ask him as I hurry to catch up to him.

  “Nothing, someone will come clean it up.” He says to me without looking back.

  I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I turn back to see Even walking with me and handing me my two daggers that I left in Eves neck.

  “Thanks.” I grumble, which earns me a smirk from Even. I replace the two daggers in my arms. I feel Eve’s blood coat my arms as I do so. I shake the left-over blood from my arms as I look back to the four I left behind who are now moving Eve’s body while a woman is on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor and laughing at whatever the guys are saying to her.

  It’s one of the oddest things I have seen. People aren’t normally okay with that. People aren’t okay with cleaning up blood while people remove a body. Clearly, I fell into one of those parallel universes and everything is the opposite. Because I know I would have felt guilty about killing someone in cold blood. The guilt should be affecting me somehow. I know I should be feeling bad. I know I should feel bad at the fact I killed Eve. Why? All because she locked lips with Jacin when he was mine. I should feel something, I know it. Small amounts of guilt. Remorse. Something. And that’s the fucked-up thing about it all. I feel nothing.

  ~ ~ ~

  I make it into the room and seal myself inside. I just need a god damn minute; I need to get some fucking control over myself. I breathe in and out, in and out. Taking lung fills into my body when I hear the closet door clicking shut. I’m not sure what to make of it. Weyland said he will give me a few minutes alone before he comes to get me again, saying something about catching up on a few things in the meantime. But I paid him no attention. I just needed a minute alone.

  A minute alone to breathe.

  A minute alone to catch my thoughts.

  A minute alone to figure what in the every-loving fuck I’m doing here.

  Another click of a door whispers through the room. And a gentle humming comes after it. Does Jacin have a mistress or a girlfriend. Wouldn’t that then make me the mistress, since clearly, I have come after this woman. The humming continues and I hear sheets rustling from the room. God is this woman just getting out of bed or
something.

  The humming continues and I hear small foot falls moving about the room, even though the room is carpeted, I still hear the footfalls on the soft carpet. I don’t realise they are getting closer, along with the humming, until it’s too late. My thoughts had swallowed me whole and I didn’t react in time.

  The black wooden door opens and out steps a red headed woman. At first, rage fills my thoughts, as my mind first thinks it’s Eve. I’m sure I dealt with this bitch only minutes before, but she is the type of woman to keep trying and doesn’t take rejection for an answer, even in death she will find a way to get to Jacin. But once my mind registers that it’s not Eve, but a visibly shaking woman that is clutching bunched up sheeting.

  I can only imagine what she must be thinking. I must look like some lunatic, that is covered in blood and is out to get hers too. We stand there. Staring at one another. The woman is visibly shaking. And to be honest I can’t exactly blame her. After all I’m cover in blood.

  I see her eyes moving over my body, taking in every detail, and I have the urge to tuck my blood coated hair behind my ear. I’m not sure why I’m acting like this, she seems nice enough. And after all, I can’t blame her for judging me when I would be doing the same thing if she was covered in blood.

  “Hi.” I say to her, breaking the silence and adding one of those half hand wave half hand jerks at her.

  “Hi.” She says to me and curtseys at me. Now why would she be going and doing something like that!

  “I’m Natalie. Weyland said this was Jacin’s room.” I say out to the woman who now starts to shake with the bedding in her hand from the mention of my name. Does news down here really get out that quickly. I literally just ended Eve not even fifteen minutes ago.

  “I’m sorry, mi lady. Yes, you have the right room.” She says to me while casting her eyes downwards. I’m not sure why she is not looking at me, am I in such a state that she can’t bear to look at me or is this because she works here, if that is the case, that shit stops right now.

  “Natalie. Natalie is fine. No mi lady or anything else. Just Natalie.” I say to her and she nods her head with everything I say.

  “Natalie.” She says to me and curtseys again. Again, that shit stops now too.

  “You going to fall over if you keep curtsying at me.” I joke with her and she tenses some more. Clearly, I’m making everything worse and here I was just trying to be friendly. To at least fit in, in hopes that someone else down here I could call a friend and not rely on my five or Weyland for company.

  “Sorry- Natalie.” She says with a pause as she clutches onto the bedding even tighter than I thought possible.

  I clear my throat as this all seems to be going horribly wrong. First I stab someone to death minutes after arriving and now I’m going to frighten someone to death. Great, just great!

  “So, what’s your name?” I ask her while plastering on what I hope is a friendly smile.

  “Thalia. My-my name is Thalia.” She says to me all the while still shaking with the bedding in her hands.

  “Well, it’s-.” I start to say to her, but she cuts me off before I can finish my sentence.

  “I just started working here. It’s only my third day. They put me here because Master wasn’t here and I’m good at what I do. I really am. I’m an honest, hard worker. I need this job, please, I need this job. My-my sister, I just need this job.” She pleads with me in one big rush.

  “I’m sure you are good at your job, not doubting it for a second.” I say to her. Trying to turn this conversation around. “Let’s just start over, my name is Natalie. I just got here from- from the human world. I’m not so sure what you guys call it down here.”

  “I know who you are mistress.” Thalia says to me shyly.

  “Again, its Natalie. I’m no one’s mistress.” I say to her, which she just nods her head. “So, I just need to have a quick shower, rinse- rinse all this blood off of me.” I pause to gauge her reaction to what I just said, but she just nods her head. “But please don’t go anywhere. You are the first person I have met down here that seems normal to me. So please stay. Maybe you can help answer some of my questions that no one will offer up.” I plead with her.

  Thalia nods her head and gestures to the bundle in her arms. “I will just take these to be cleaned and then I will be back to finish up.” It looks like she wants to curtsy when she does this strange movement and stops herself. She gives me a weak smile before leaving the room.

  I take my moment of alone time and rush to the bathroom. I need Eve’s blood off me. As soon as possible.

  Chapter Eighteen

  “I’m everyone’s nightmare, except yours.” – Jacin

  ~Jacin~

  “Little One.” I whisper into Natalie’s ear and I watch the shiver that racks her beautiful skin. What I wouldn’t give to lick each and every inch of her. I remember every curve, the taste of her skin, the feel of her body beneath me. I place my hand on the kitchen island, next to her body and lean into her. I can’t help but get high on her smell.

  “Jacin.” She says back to me while arching her brow at me. I want to laugh at her. She puts on such a tough front. She acts like she doesn’t want me. But I see the way she arches her back into me, I feel her breasts push more firmly into my chest and her smell. Fuck. My dick gets hard just from her smell alone.

  I know if I had to venture beneath her skirt, make my way up her soft thighs and under her panties, I’d find her fucking wet. My fingers itch to feel the warmth of her pussy, to be coated in her juices as she rides them like I’m the one to give her, her last breath.

  “Stop looking at me like that.” She demands, which breaks my thoughts of her. Thank the fucking pope, I’m still able to hide my dick from her body, that I haven’t pressed up against her like some horny teenager.

  “How am I looking at you?” I tease her, because I want to see that beautiful blush creeps up her neck and cover her cheeks. God, I wonder if I spanked her ass would they turn the same shade of beautiful or would they go deeper and be my favourite colour of pain?

  “Like I’m your last meal, now stop it.” She says to me as she continues to stir her black coffee, and there it starts, the colouring of her skin and the hardening of my dick.

  “I don’t know what you are talking about, you will have to describe it to me.” I tease her some more, and more colour runs to her cheeks. “Is it the same look you give me when you think I’m not looking?” I ask her and there it is. The beautiful red colour I want, except, I want it covering her ass.

  Will she like my type of fun?

  “Jacin-.” She murmurs to me, she doesn’t like it when I tease her, but she doesn’t fucking realize what a tease she is to me, every second of every minute of every fucking day.

  Before she can fight me some more, I push her coffee out of her hand, lift her by her beautiful ass, turning her as I place her on the kitchen island. Her body falls forward and her nose and mouth land on my collarbone. I can’t help the shiver that runs through my body with the connection of her lips.

  “That’s much better, what were you saying?” I ask her, and it seems I have stunned her into momentarily silence, as I wait patiently for her to answer my question.

  Her hands come up my back and run the length of my neck, where she latches onto the longer lengths of my hair. Her playful nipping of my neck has my dick straining in my suit pants. Her lips are soft and smooth as silk as her nipping turns into delicate kisses that are now making their way down my neck.

  “Fuck!” I grumble out. This woman doesn’t know her hold on me and the little restraint I have when it comes to her. She parts her legs wider for me, allowing me more access, but the long skirt she has on is blocking her from me.

  It has to go.

  I run my hands up her legs, bringing the soft material with them as I bunch them by her thighs. Soon she will be bared to me and soon my cock will be buried deep inside her pussy.

  “New rule.” I say to her which stops her
gentle kissing of my neck. “No more clothes for you.” I say to her and she smirks at me. Her delicate hands move over my shirt and start to undo the buttons. “You need to be naked, always, I would have been fucking you on this counter by now.” I rasp out to her as she now starts kissing my skin that is now bare to her.

  I watch as she pulls back when she gets to the last few buttons of my shirt. Fuck. I needed her to keep going, until my cock was deep in her throat.

  “You’d be okay with all these men seeing me naked.” She teases me. And I still at her words. She is mine. No one will know what her skin feels like, what it tastes like and sure as fuck they won’t see her bare fucking body.

  “You are mine.” I growl out to her which earns me a beautiful smile.

  “I know, I just wanted to hear you say it again.” Natalie murmurs out to me as she now continues to lick her way down my body.

  “You like my claim on you.” I ask her as I thread my fingers through her hair and pull her back so she can look at me.

  “Yes, I’m all yours.” She rasps out.

  I slam my mouth over hers at her declaration. My tongue mixes with hers and she latches onto my bottom lip and bites down hard, drawing blood from me. She moans at the taste of my blood and I can’t wait anymore.

  I pull back and push her down onto her elbows as I open her legs more access. I bury my head between her legs, the smell of her arousal gets me high. I hook her legs over my shoulders as I start to place light kisses over her soft thighs until I reach her pussy. I hook my finger around her soaked panties and my tongue darts out and I taste her between her folds.

  It’s my turn to let out a moan. Like a starving man, I want to devour her. She is heaven, the closest thing I’ll ever get to heaven. She is my heaven.

  I feel Natalie shift and parts her legs wider for me. My tongue licks at her folds. I taste her. I want to devour her. My lips move up her folds and latch onto her swollen nub. Her moans are intoxicating, I want more. I want to hear her screaming my name.