Making Memories: 9
Making Memories 9: Relationships
Chapter 9
With a quick wave of Dark’s hand you fall from the ceiling. Crying out at the unexpected pull of gravity, you silently wonder just how badly the contact with the floor will feel. Before you have a chance to see just how bad it would feel, you are caught by Dark.
His strong arms easily shoulder your weight and carry you to the couch. Unceremoniously he lets you drop onto the couch. Your body hitting hard enough to knock against the under beams.
“Don’t flatter yourself, human. I simply put up with you because of my partnership with Anti. Once you prove to be a hindrance, I will kill you for both our sakes.” Dark responds coldly. Without another word Dark disappears from your cabin.
Frowning and feeling a little abused by his less than gentle approach to helping you, you swing your legs over the edge of the cough and sit up. Sighing, you stand and gather up the bag Dark left behind. Looking inside the package, you take it into the kitchen and put away the various treats.
You try to not let his cold words linger too long in your mind, but it’s hard when he says them with such a dead tone and straight face? After these long months, you’d thought of Dark as a friend. You suppose, you were wrong to assume.
Pacing back and forth in his lounge Dark can’t get your words to stop running over and over in his head. Your assumption is laughable; if only he could laugh at it. Instead he mulls over your words, the way you spoke to him, even the look on your face.
Moreover, how dare you assume he’s so petty to be jealous of Anti of all creatures! If anything he pittys Anti for being so infatuated by such a frail and weak creature such as you…
Yet, as he thinks the cruel harsh thoughts in his head they don’t seem to truly feel… true. That knowledge alone irritates Dark most of all. The thought that your assumption could be the honest truth enrages and engulfs him.
Looking up at the sound of the door open and close, you see Dark enter the cabin once more. Nothing seemed out of place at first glance, but then, as he stepped into the soft living room glow, you see blood. Jumping up you hurry over to Dark, taking him by the hand to the couch.
“What the hell happened to you?” You ask in a rush. Practically stripping his jacket and shirt off, you see a large number of cuts, scraps, and bruise marks all over his body. “Dark! What did you get into a fight with?”
Leaving him briefly you grab a first aid kit from your bathroom and hurry back. Dark still hasn’t moved more than you’ve made him. Leaving him again you wet a small towel, ring it out, and sit back down next to Dark.
“Dark! I’m talking to you!” You shout, angry he hasn’t even acknowledged your presence.
He continues to ignore you. Biting your inner cheek, you continue cleaning Dark. The towel slowly being dyed red. Cleaning and patching Dark’s skin takes nearly an hour and half. Your hands cramping from holding the towel for so long.
Sighing and rinsing out the towel with warm water, you glance at Dark. He hasn’t moved at all since he sat down. His cold demeanor is really starting to get to you more than just irritation. Moving the coffee table closer to Dark’s knees, you settle yourself between his legs and gently clean off his face. Most of his wounds have stopped bleeding, some bubbling a little after a pass of the washcloth. With each pass of the cloth you look up to Dark’s eyes.
For a moment, as you apply antibacterial cream to a large slash along Dark’s cheek bone, you have a feeling of familiarity. Without meaning to a small smile slips across your face. Perhaps being the team medic isn’t as back as you once thought. Seeing blood isn’t as traumatizing to you as it had been.
“Why are you laughing?” Dark asks, his voice startling you from your thoughts.
Looking up into his eyes you smile at him. “It’s really not something funny.” You start softly. “I was just thinking about how I’ve been patching the pair of you up, and that blood doesn’t seem to bother me anymore.” You finish.
Dark remains silent, his watchful eyes staring directly at you.
“I want you.”
Stilling you look up to Dark. His eyes meet yours. “What?”
“You are right. I am jealous of Anti.” Dark clarifies.
Opening your mouth to speak nothing comes out. Swallowing the forming lump in your throat you try to speak again. “Are you sure?” Internally you yell at yourself for such a stupid question.
“How would I not be?”
“Sorry, I said that wrong. I meant:In what way?”
Moving faster than you can comprehend, Dark pins you down on the coffee table. Dark blue and red lights flicker in his black-brown eyes. Your eyes meet. “I want you, like Anti wants you.” He confesses, one hand running down your jaw on the left side.
“I’m Anti’s girlfriend… does that mean you..”
A gentle smile graces Dark’s face. The image of this leaves you breathless momentarily. “You are something we demons give up on finding: love.”
Your heart speeds up at his words. He wants to love you and have your love in return? “But, Dark, I love..” A large finger presses against your lips.
Dark quietly hushes you. Your eyes stare into his. You don’t understand. Sure, Dark is very obvious with his attempts to flirt and hit on you when Anti is around, but when alone he never even seems to look at you in that way.
“You can love more than one person. Many humans have ‘open’ relationships. I do not mind sharing with Anti.” Dark whispers, his lips hovering just above your own. It's not often Dark gets so close to you.
Swallowing another lump, you feel your gaze drawn down to his lips, then back up again. “What if that’s not what I want?” You ask softly.
“How do you know if you don’t try?”