Let Me Be Your Savior - Dark! Cameron Cade x BlackFem!Reader - CH. VI
HIM alternate ending. In this universe, Cameron signed the deal.
TW: dark and obsessive themes, blood mentioned, death, dead bird do not eat
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Class was quiet, yet it felt so loud at the same time. You could feel the stares and the whispers from your classmates.
“I can’t believe she actually goes here”
You couldn’t bring yourself to look at up, you pretended to be focused on your notes,
yet you couldn’t read a single word. You sat in the back row this time, it was better to avoid the eyes of your peers.
You felt a note slide into your peripheral view.
You didn’t even have to look and see who it came from, you quickly scribbled back,
As quickly as you returned it, he already sent it back to you.
Your heartbeat pounded against your ribcage, you looked toward him, he was looking straight, his jaw locked in place. You wanted to question him, what could he possibly know about this situation? It was too risky to try and ask now, You sent a text to Yvonne asking for a study group tonight, she nodded, going back to doodling in her notes. Even if you tried to speak to him right after class there were security nearby and--
“Do you know the answer, y/n?” The professor interrupted your train of thought. Everyone slowly turned toward you, and you felt their gaze bore into your eyes.
You steadied your breathing and looked straight to the board,
“Correct,” he said, before turning back to his computer where he projected the lecture slides.
Your phone buzzed repeatedly, you knew your name would be trending, you didn’t even have to look. Before you had entered class, you swiftly set your socials to ‘private’. The follow requests buzzed, and you wanted to bury your head under the desk.
Another note slid your way,
You wanted to shake your head ‘no’, if he or his security found out, you don’t know what he’d do to you…or Lando. You shuddered at the memory of what he did to that poor boy at the dinner. You looked at him, and he kept his eyes on the projector screen.
Lecture was finally over, you gathered your things and crumbled the note, stuffing it into your pocket. Students were moving a bit slower than usual, their eyes lingering on you as they slowly gathered their things.
You tried to search in the class to see if his security were in here, no one seemed to be looking at you, so you quickly said,
“What do you mean I don’t know?” you asked Lando without making any contact.
“I can’t explain here,” he said, slowly putting his things away.
You guys slowly started to head down the stairs of the lecture room, “I’m not even supposed to be talking to you, if Cameron finds out he’ll--”
“--I know”. He turned back to you, looking into your eyes. And for a moment, time stood still, you were both having a silent conversation, as his hardened eyes bored into your fearful ones, they softened into a pleading look.
Just then, he slid another note to you. This one was thicker, slightly bigger. You unfolded it and almost gasped,
It was a child photo of you and some other boy with glasses, braces, and an arm cast.
But then, you connected the dots, you looked up,
You looked at him—really looked this time.
The glasses. The jaw. The eyes.
Memories flooded into you,
Crashing into you all at once.
Before Cameron, before you moved to the new neighborhood, you didn’t really have many memories of your old neighborhood and early childhood. Your parents would call what went on there as a ‘rough patch’.
Money was rarely there, words were said, even hands were thrown. It made you dissociate whenever you were there.
You remember one time, it got so bad, you had run out of the house, and made your way to the park.
You met a boy there, broken glasses, braces, skin just like yours. He had a lisp from his braces, and he was sitting on the wood chips, holding his right arm with tears on his face.
He looked at you, squinting, “Are you okay?” He’d ask, you nodded, asking him, “Are you?”
He stood up slowly, coming face to face with you, “Why ith your fathe wet like mineth’ths?” He then used his left arm to wipe them away.
“Thank you, do you like Winnie the Pooh?” You asked him, he nodded eagerly, wiping his own away. “My friends call me Tigger!” He started jumping up and down despite his injury.
“I’m Orlando, but I go by Tigger more,” he stuck out his left hand, you shook it.
You smiled, “I’m y/n, but call me Winnie,” you pulled him in for a hug and you had been friends since.
You would play whenever you could leave out, which was often, you would share each other snacks at school and walk each other home. You would confide in him about your problems at home, and he’d tell you about his, but with very vague details, he was always happen to listen to you.
Things started getting better at home, dad got a new job, they were happy again, and you were happy again. You would also go by the Saviors stadium with dad’s new promotion being able to take the family out more often.
You saw Tigger less and less, your parents announced they’d be moving, so you spent more time in your new neighborhood the summer of 7th grade. Your parents wanted you acclimated to the kids over there, it never worked though, you were pretty much born an introvert.
Once the moving was completed, you mostly stayed inside, reading. You didn’t have time to tell Tigger you’d be gone, you kind of just…stopped coming.
You disappeared from his life.
And now he was standing right in front of you—
and you hadn’t even recognized him.
You had no phone, no email, or any form of communication with him. He was just, a forgotten memory of your past.
Soon, the memories you shared of him were pushed to the back of your mind—especially once you met Cameron.
Your eyes welled up with tears, you looked around hastily, seeing if security was in here, you couldn’t be too sure. You looked at him, this time with more familiarity, he looked down at you, he couldn’t contain his smile. You wanted to hug him, but the reality of your situation brought you back.
You knew the stakes of being seen with Lando, it wasn’t just security you had to watch out for,
The events of the last few weeks have been…interesting (yet that was an understatement). Cameron…he was still your Cameron, but he was just so…different at the same time. The way people were so captivated with him,
It was as if they were devoted to him. That same reverence that the waiter had for Isaiah, you were starting to see it everywhere now with Cameron.You felt like you were losing yourself, like your choices weren’t yours anymore. Cameron had a leash on you and as the days went by, that leash felt tighter,
You felt like you were being choked. You knew Cameron wanted what’s best for you, but was his way of endearing care? Or control?
“Okay,” you said, as you were getting closer to the door, not facing Lando.
“I’ll go, but, we have to be discreet. There are eyes…everywhere.”
Lando nodded, “Already ahead of you,” he pulled out his phone, a map appeared on his screen.
“If you go to the South End,” he pointed to one corner, “there’s a utility hallway that leads to the West Baseball field outhouse. Walk behind the dugout, around here…”
he traced his finger around the dugout, to a giant X,
“...and the batting cages are right there.”
You nodded, until a memory popped into your head,
“Wait, I thought the South End women’s bathrooms were closed due to construction,” he waved you off,
“This place has been saying that for what---how many years now? I already checked it out--the doors even fucking unlocked.”
You still seemed unsure of this, what if a student saw you? What if security saw you?
Lando looked around, before he put his hand on your shoulder,
“Don’t worry Winnie, I got you, trust me,” he rubbed your arm in reassurance. You took a deep breath, Cameron was long gone already, so that eliminated one factor to worry about.
You looked at him and nodded, “You’re right, thank you Tigger.” you smiled.
“Follow my lead,” he said, he opened the door and yelled out,
“HEY!!! I HEARD CAMERON CADE IS ON THE EAST CAMPUS PATIO! HE’S GIVING OUT FREE TICKETS!” he pointed the opposite direction of where you’d have to go.
Everyone took off in a frenzy, rushing to get to the patio first. As soon as the hallway was cleared, he opened the classroom door again, motioning for you to join him. You both ran to the South Women’s Bathrooms.
The place was like a relic, stuck in time. These bathrooms were probably used in the 60’s--70’s latest. The lights were off and you used your phone light to find the other door. He used his shoulder to get the utility closet door open, when he opened it, a cloud of dust blew.
It was dark and the smell was murky,
He put his hand on the small of your back to guide you, before resorting to holding your hand. He was able to navigate blindly through the pathway with no light, and it was even darker than the Women’s Bathroom.
After a few turns, he opened a door and you could finally see the light from outside. You ran a hand through your hair, making sure you weren’t caught up in any cobwebs.
You could see the West Baseball Field a few meters away, you guys were near the back of the dugout. “Home stretch,” stated Lando, “let's go.” You both set off at a steady pace, within a minute or so, you arrived at the batting cages.
You huffed, placing your hands on your knees as you leaned over, out of breath. Your cardio wasn’t the best, you hadn’t really worked out since before Cameron left for Isaiah’s compound and off-season training.
“So,” you huffed, “what *breath* were you trying *breath* to tell me? *breath* *breath* *breath*”.
You guys went to a seat within one of the cages. He guided you to a seat, “You might want to sit down for this.” Despite not wanting to, you sat down anyways, looking at him.
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a bit, “Cameron isn’t who you think he is, Winnie.” he looked at you to see what your reaction would be.
You furrowed your eyebrows, “Pfft, we’ll I mean, yeah, he’s a quarterback for one of the biggest teams in the country--”
“--That’s not what I mean y/n.” Lando cut you off, if that’s not what he meant, what other possible explanation could there be?
“Has he been acting different? Have people around him been?”
You thought hard about it, yes, you noticed a bit of a difference, especially the mall.
But that’s just regular celebrity stuff, celebrities get free stuff all the time.
“Well I mean…we were at the mall last weekend and all of our stuff was free? I don’t think that’s really odd.” you shrugged your shoulders.
He shook his head, “Think Winnie, anything at all? Any personality changes that you weren’t apparent before?”
Lando shook his head slowly. “Think, Winnie. Anything. Even small.”
Your fingers tightened around the edge of the bench.
“…He’s just under a lot of pressure,” you said quietly. “That’s all.” Lando didn’t move. Didn’t blink.
“That’s not what I asked.”
The silence stretched, your chest felt tight.
You swallowed. “…He gets angry,” you admitted.
“There was this waiter… at dinner.”
Lando straightened slightly, eyes locking onto you.
You hesitated again—but this time, the memory forced its way out.
“He spilled wine on me,” you said. “And Cameron just… snapped.”
Your fingers trembled slightly in your lap.
“He grabbed him. Slammed him into the table. He went ballistic…” your voice shook, “No one could stop him.”
“It was until Isaiah told him to stop.”
Lando didn’t react right away.
But something in his expression shifted—sharp, immediate.
“If it weren’t for the wine he spilled on me…” you trailed off.
“The wine, Winnie. What kind?”
“I—I don’t know,” you said, confused. “Red? It tasted… kind of bitter—”
Lando leaned back slightly, like that confirmed something he didn’t want to be true.
“Do you feel any different since then?” he asked, quieter now.
“What? No—Lando, what are you talking about?”
He studied your face like he was putting pieces together.
“Has he ever put his hands on you?”
And that was answer enough.
Lando’s expression hardened instantly.
Slowly—carefully—he reached out and tilted your chin upward.
His eyes scanned your neck.
Then his gaze dropped to your arm.
Something in him snapped.
“…He did this?” his voice came out low. Dangerous.
Lando let go of your chin abruptly, standing up so fast the bench scraped loudly against the ground.
“Are you serious right now?” his voice cracked, anger spilling through. “Winnie—he put his hands on you and you’re still sitting here defending him?!”
His hands dragged through his hair, pacing once, twice. “That’s not an accident. That’s not pressure. That’s not love.” He turned back to you, eyes burning. “That’s control.”
Your heart pounded in your chest.
“No, you don’t understand.” His voice dropped, intense, urgent. “You are not safe with him.” The words hit harder this time. “You need to get away from him. Now.”
“I…I can’t do that, he’ll find me one way or another,” you said, defeated. You buried your face into your hands, until a thought came to you.
“But Lando…how did you know about the taste of the wine?” You asked, facing him again.
Lando stared at you, wondering just how much to tell you. He exhaled deeply, running his hands up and down his knees.
“…Yeah,” you said, confused. “They call him that online all the time, what’s your point—”
“—No.” Lando cut in, sharper this time. “Not like that.”
“He’s not really Cameron anymore.”
Silence fell between you.
Lando swallowed, his jaw tightening before he spoke again.
“There’s…something else,” he said carefully. “Something that’s been around a lot longer than any of us.”
Your fingers tightened around your sleeves.
“What are you talking about…?”
“It’s not just fame, Winnie,” he continued, his voice lower now. “It’s not just talent, or pressure, or luck.”
“With something that feeds off attention. Worship. Power.”
“It found humans a long time ago,” Lando said. “Watched how people idolize things—sports, fame, status…how they’ll give everything to win.”
His eyes darkened slightly.
“And how they’ll give everything to someone who can win for them.”
A chill ran down your spine.
“So it started offering something back.”
“Power. Influence. Control. The kind of control that makes people follow you without even realizing it.”
The way people looked at Cameron.
Lando leaned forward slightly.
“They don’t just admire him, Winnie.”
“And Cameron…” Lando exhaled, shaking his head slightly. “Cameron made that deal.”
Your lips parted, but no words came out.
“He’s the quarterback,” Lando continued. “The one everyone depends on. The one who carries the team. The face of everything.”
His gaze locked onto yours.
“That’s exactly the kind of person it chooses.”
Your heartbeat pounded in your ears.
“With the Saviors?” he added quietly. “Their star player? Their golden boy?”
“The Saviors didn’t just find it.”
Lando’s voice dropped to almost a whisper.
“No…I don’t believe you.” You shook your head violently
“Winnie you know I wouldn’t lie to you,” Lando tried to hold your shoulders with his hands,
“That’s insane!” You exclaimed, “Cameron is a man of God and he wouldn’t do something like that—“
“—So why does he put his hands on you? Huh?! I bet you right now he doesn’t even have a Bible at his place” Lando threw his hands up, this shut you up.
“It’s because of the demon…the demon needs someone by his side…someone who who’s compliment, submissive…”
He looked you up and down,
“And that person is you.”
You laughed, but nothing was funny. You couldn’t believe what was going on, it’s only been a week and your world was turned upside down.
Lando seemed to know a lot about whatever was going on, you quirked an eyebrow and put a hand on your hip,
“So, you gonna tell me what you are then?” You asked him.
Lando stilled for a moment, wondering how carefully he’d have to choose his words. “Tigger…” you called him by his childhood name, Lando exhaled and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
“It’s…complicated—arg!” He put his hand up to his head, bending over in pain. But you didn’t care.
“Didn’t seem so complicated when you were telling me my boyfriend was the damn devil!”
“Y/n,” he said in pain, his breaths becoming ragged, “I promise you that—urggh—”
“Maybe you’re just mad that I had left after all of these years and—”
“ARGHH! SILENCE!” Lando’s voice boomed, it sent you to the ground. But something about it was off, it sounded layered,
as if two people were speaking at the same time.
“WE WILL NOT TAKE THIS KIND OF DISRESPECT FROM YOU MORTAL” he said, standing over you.
You noticed that Lando’s eyes were dark—
Just like Cameron’s would be.
He started making his way over, taking slow, deliberate steps to where you were. You tried scooching back, but you were rooted in fear.
His breathing became even, he took a deep breath, closing his eyes, when he exhaled, his eyes were back to normal.
“So…do you believe us now?” He said, tilting his head lightly. Your eyes looked ready to bug out, but you slowly nodded anyway.
You and Lando promptly went to the library. Prior to that, he retrieved a San Antonio University Angels hoodie for you to use that would prevent people from noticing you too well.
Lando checked out a study room, and you hastily made your way toward it.
In the study room, 1 out of the 4 walls was glass, while the others were soundproofed interior. There was a giant whiteboard with wheels to move it around, Lando moved it to the glass wall, to avoid anyone seeing it was you inside.
“I want to know…everything.” You said.
You sat across from Lando, your fingers twisting together in your lap, trying to make sense of everything he had already said.
“…There are different entities,” he said quietly. “Differebr ones have different contacts. Different…rules.”
Lando shook his head immediately.
“What does that even mean?”
He leaned back slightly, exhaling.
“It’s been in my family for generations,” he said. “This entity—it doesn’t just move on.”
“It stays. It splits. It…multiplies.”
His gaze shifted toward the whiteboard covering the glass wall.
With a small flick of his fingers, something appeared above the table.
One burned a deep, restless red.
The other—cool, shifting blue.
Like they were breathing.
“Red,” Lando said, nodding toward the crimson one.
The two forms circled each other slowly, like they were aware of one another.
“They’re not just similar,” he said.
“They came from the same place. The same…nothing.”
Cloth wrapped around their waists.
“…They came here together,” Lando said. “Centuries ago.”
“They both found her,” Lando said.
The red and blue figures turned toward the golden one.
“Jesus—” he muttered, rubbing his head. “Can you let me finish without hijacking my body for five seconds?”
He rolled his eyes, but there was tension underneath it.
Like it wasn’t fully a joke.
“They fought,” he continued. “Not just as themselves—but through people.”
“They created multiples,” Lando said. “Used humans as extensions of themselves.”
Your chest tightened watching the figures collide.
“For years, they fought.”
“…He didn’t,” Lando said quietly.
“Red stayed,” Lando said. “Inside him.”
“The violence. The competition. The way humans will give everything—body, mind, soul—to win.”
“And more importantly…” Lando added, voice lower,
“…the way people worship winners.”
“So he made a deal, a deal the soldier couldn’t refuse…
…give him strength, fame, power, and much more…”
The red figure stood on a throne, with red people bowing before him.
“The deal was too good to refuse. The soldier took it, not knowing that he’d be giving up his humanity as well. “
“And Bleu?” you asked quietly.
Lando looked at the blue form.
For a second, something softer crossed his face.
“He wasn’t drawn to power.”
His voice slowed slightly.
“He was drawn to life,” Lando said. “Emotion. Connection. The way humans feel things so intensely…”
“…But that doesn’t make him harmless.”
“He feels everything stronger,” he said. “Every emotion. Every impulse.”
His hand clenched slightly on the table.
“And that includes hunger.”
“He’s learned control,” Lando added quickly. “My family…we’ve adapted. We’ve had generations to manage it.”
“But that doesn’t mean it’s easy.”
“There are moments where it pushes.”
Lando didn’t answer directly.
And that told you enough.
“…When colonizers came,” he continued after a moment, his tone shifting again, “Bleu made a deal with a soldier as well, ended up on a ship.”
“He didn’t know Red followed.”
“Red’s line…leads to Cameron. The deal insured that their bloodline would have his power pass down.”
Everything in you stilled.
The figures dissolved instantly.
“You’re saying both of your families have just…been carrying these things?”
“After the war, Red hid deep inside that soldier,” he said. “Healing him. Using him.”
“When I—when we—saw Cameron on East Campus…”
“…I had to hold him back.”
“You named him Bleu?” you cut in.
“Not my fault I can’t remember my name.”
Lando smacked the side of his head—
“Yeah, great, that hurts me too,” he muttered.
Then the tension snapped back into place.
Lando leaned forward again.
“…During class, we felt it,” he said.
“The moment you walked in.”
“We realized what Bleu has been looking for.”
“Why he brought me here.”
Lando’s expression that day.
“He brought me to you,” Lando said quietly.
“We were always supposed to find each other.”
“…How can you be so sure?”
“Because I’ve felt it for years.”
“I didn’t even know Bleu was part of me until I turned twelve.”
“That was right after you left.”
“…every time I thought about you, something pulled.”
“I just didn’t understand it back then.”
You swallowed hard, closing your eyes and attempting to process the information.
You opened them, “So…what happens now?”
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Bonnie transported back to her base, being greeted by lower ranking coven members.
She made her way to the bar where she was met with,
“You took your time getting back.” The lady said, drinking some wine. Bonnie rolled her eyes, “Cade called for a meeting back in his world, we took the—“
“—Cloaking spell off of the girl?” The lady said. Bonnie nodded, waving her hand and the bottle floated, pouring a shot of bourbon.
She rolled her eyes, muttering a “Finally. That beast has been working the girls out.” Bonnie drank the shot, wincing a bit at the burning sensation in her throat.
“I got a job for you though,” Bonnie swung the barstool from side to side. The lady quirked a brow, “As in…?”
“We gotta watch his girl, something about an opposition trying to take her from him. I told him I’d send my best out—and that’s you.”
The lady rolled her eyes, “What’s the use of a locator spell if I have to go out to the human world?” She said the words ‘human world’ with great distaste.
“He’s paying big for this one, all you gotta do is sit there and watch her.” Bonnie said.
The lady didn’t budge, crossing her arms and facing the other way instead.
She thought for a second and waved her hand, from the bar, out came an aged bottle. She motioned the bottle to pour a glass, and levitated the glass toward the lady.
The glass nudged the lady’s cheek, the lady tried not to laugh.
“You know I’m still older than you right?” Bonnie said, grinning a bit,
The lady cracked a smile as well accepting the glass, “You don’t have to remind me, sister.”
Bonnie poured another shot.
They hugged each other, “I’ll send you the details soon, I have some work to do. I trust you’ll take this assignment seriously”. Bonnie drank the shot and set the cup down.
She playfully rolled her eyes, “Love you too Bonbon.”
Bonnie teleported out of the bar area to her office.
Prudence laughed to herself, shaking her head,
“The things you do for family.”
And with that, Prudence took another sip of her favorite drink.
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