She is anything but outgoing and experienced, he is your usual type of badboy guy. She is no rule breaker, he has broken them all. She believed in fairytale love, he never believed that he could fall in love.
Through Darkness they meet, through Darkness they'll be united.
So; are you ready for the Darkness to take over?


10. Love to share

I hope you all had a wonderful christmas and I'm sorry for the long wait on this one:*



Nothing but a clear pinkish color covered the sky, leaving it to be a perfect night for; what ever Justin had in mind.

The whole car ride had been silent, though no awkward or embarrassing feelings had covered the mood. Apparently we were just too caught up in our thoughts to get a word over our lips. I was busy trying to understand and save all the information Justin had shared with me earlier on that night, while I guess; Justin was just caught up in thoughts about his past. 

Though no words were spoken, it didn’t keep us from interacting. Occasionally Justin would reach out for my hand and give it a light squeeze or while waiting for the light to turn green, he would grab a piece of my hair and tuck it behind my ear. But every single time I tried glancing at him, he was looking away; not sensing me once so ever. Every time I tried to capture his eyes in mine, he (darted) his eyes downwards; his now black orbs never meeting my blue ones.

As soon as we arrived, to where ever Justin had taken me, I was in awe. The pink color of the sky and the dark blue shine from the lake, formed together in a perfect match of colors. It seemed like the forest traveled all the way around us; leaving a perfect shield for public eye.

A small field let down to the lake, where the last piece of sunshine was mirroring its self. Had I really spend that much time with Justin?

Justin was already standing at the side of the lake, watching the almost none existing waves, hit the coast.

With silent steps I made my way to his side, making sure to take in the view around me. There was no words for it; it was just absolutely stunning.

“It’s beautiful.” I mumbled as another wave of admiration hit my spine and sent a traveling sensation of a tingle through my body. 

“I know.” His voice was just as raspy as ever, though he sounded like he was somewhere far from reality and deep in thoughts.

“If only I had a place like this.” I spoke without noticing, while envy made gosebumps form on my arms. Yes that’s right; I envied Justin Bieber - the kidnapper and possible mass murder.

“Well you have now.” Another mumbled sounded from him. Instantly my eyes flew to the side of his face; searching for a trace of humor. 

“Are you kidding me?” I was shocked to say the least. Was he really that generous or was he just playing with me? - it wouldn’t be the first time for the second thing to happen.

“No. I would love to share it with you, babe.” No matter how much it disgusted me, I couldn’t help the deep red shade now spreading in my cheeks. It was sickening that he had this affect on me; I should be full of hatred for him, but somehow I wasn’t. Maybe it was the fact that he had really opened up to me that day and I felt like I understood him or at least a bit of him. Though I couldn’t help but have these guilty butterflies, filling my stomach by the thought of what I had done - or to be exact; what I hadn’t done. That little part of me knew the reality and what I really should have done, even though the consequences would have been massive. I should have gone to the police while I had the chance.

But to be honest; I was quite happy that I told on Justin or any bit of the conversation. It lead me to Justin and it hadn’t taken me long to realize that he had, finally, been able to add some spirit and excitement into my life. Sure consequences and risks followed - but I was more than grateful that I had actually given this kid a chance; he might just change my life for the better.

“What is this for a place anyways?” I asked as I reached out for a bush and let my hand travel lightely over the top leaves. 

“It’s my special place.” He shrugged as if it was nothing. It sparked the confusion and curiosity inside of me; the view infront of me was nothing to shrug about, it was beautiful beyond any thing I had ever experienced.

“What do you use it for?” My eyes traveled a bird, who was now circling the sky.

“It’s my own personal cemetary.” Something in me just clicked right then and there. The beautiful field ending out in a dark blue lake, surrounded by forest all the way around, was no longer beautiful or a newly found winterland to me. No, it was a horrible and grey area, that now only managed to wake a sickening urge of vomiting.

My sight became blurry as dark spots began forming in my head. The ground beneath me was no longer solid and I was left to fall into my own personal whole of darkness. 

My body was trembling with fear, as I fell on my knees. It wasn't the fear of him; who I would no longer refer to as the 'possible mass murder', but as the actual one. It wasn't the fear of what could happen to me, while being in his present. It was the fear of the ground and it's shadows. 

Shadows, which were now rising from the ground, appearing out of the lake and the forest. They were surrounding me, looking at me; with eyes filled with as much darkness as one could ever contain, and a face expression filled with nothing but sorrow and grief. 

It didn't take long before a sharp and strong taste filled my mouth and a sickening scent filled the air around me. At last, it had all become too much for me. The idea of innocent victims, of a silly war, spread all around me and under me, traces of their ashes in the air I breathed. I was sick to my stomach. How could a person do such a thing? And worst of all; how could he bring me here, acting like it was all just a talk about the weather?

Moments later I was finally able to catch my breaths and speak the first words in what seemed like forever. "I want to go home." 

I was sick of it all. Sick of his present, that caused nothing but a comfortable warmth, something I should've never been able to catch in his present. Sick of the imaginary smell of dead people. Sick of the idea about me walking on dead people. Last but certainly not least; I was sick of the strong taste of vomit. 

"I'll get you out of here." His raspy whispered sounded as he placed his hands on me, helping me off of the ground. As much as I should've been disgusted and full of hatred, I couldn't help but feel warm at heart that he was actually willing to lay his hands on me. After all I was covered in puke and a strong scent of sweat and vomit.

Within moments I was sitting in the passenger seat of his black range rover once again, yet there was no comfort to find in his sweet scent, since the strong smell of puke covered it all.

I didn't dare take a last look at the lake and the field, before he pulled out and drove away, taking a sharp left out of the forest. 



"You can take Nathan's bathroom, maybe that will make you feel more comfortable." I had chosen to bring her to my place, instead of her own for one simple reason; she wasn't in a state of mind to be alone.

No matter how much I disgusted her, it would be way better for her in my present than in no ones. 

As she closed the door behind her, the thought of the hatred towards me, spreading in her veins every time her heart pumped blood into them, filled my mind and burdened my heart. 

"What the hell did you do to her?" The sound of Nathan's voice interrupted my thoughts as he stepped out of his bedroom.

I shrugged, not really in the mood to hear his big speech about how wrong I was to take her there. "Nowhere."

"Nowhere wouldn't shake the poor girl like that." Why did he always had to be the reasonable and fair one?

"I took her to the lake." I spat at him as I turned on my heels and went for my own room to fetch some clothes for Carly.

"Why in the name of satan would you do such a stupid thing?" He asked with a bitter voice, as he followed me.

"Because she wanted to know." I stated with an annoyed tune, as I pulled out a pair of sweats and an old tshirt of mine. This would do to her.

"'She wanted to know?'" He mimicked after me, making an annoyed grimace spread on my face. "She wanted to know, what a field full of dead people looked like?" 

"Do you ever stop speaking?" Oh lord, why did he always had to be so curious and yet so annoying. "She wanted to know me." I spat at him, as I walked around him and knocked on the door to his bathroom. 

"Yeah?" A small and shaky voice was barely audible over the sound of the running water.

"I've got some fresh clothes for you here, I'll leave them in front of the door." I said through the door, before I put down the clothes and made my way back towards my bedroom.

"Aren't you afraid that she's going to hate you?" Nathan spoke up once again, as I walked around him once again.

"So be it." I dropped myself onto the bed, folding my arms behind my head. "Why should I care?"

"Because you do." I was just about ready to yell and scream at him, before slamming the door shut in his face, but that would only create a silent war between us again, and we had just gotten out of one days before.

"She means nothing to me." 

"Your call." As he shrugged and closed the door behind him, leaving me to my own thoughts, I couldn't help but give my full attention this unfamiliar feeling in my heart.





I got a comment saying that this story reminds a lot of Danger - though I would just like to clear some things;

Yes I have read Danger, though I got the idea for this one before I even read that story.

And yes I love Danger, is it so bad to love a story or it's plot? 
Though this is entirely and one hundred procent original!

Much Love


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