Demon!EnglandxReader Whispers in the Dark 3

You woke in an unfamiliar room, without any idea where you might be. You sat bolt upright, trying to get your bearings. Your heart beat more rapidly, your breath quickening. The door clicked open and in came the demon that had first attacked you.

You jumped out of the bed and backed against a wall, fresh fear filling your body. The events of the previous night were starting to come back to you, and you couldn’t believe you had trusted the demon, even for a moment. You had to be insane.

In a blur, the demon, Arthur, had his hands on the wall on either side of your shoulders, trapping you in place. “If I had any intention of killing you, believe me, you would be dead.” He breathed the words against your ears, and they were less than comforting.

Arthur moved away, motioning to the bed. You slowly perched on the edge of the bed, watching his every movement. Arthur laid won on the end of the bed, his dark t-shirt lifting slightly. You pulled your knees up to your chest, trying to stop yourself from shaking.

“Where am I?” You asked, your voice sounding frightened. The demon stared up at the ceiling as he answered.

“You are in one of my flats, in London.” You did a double take.

“London, as in England?” (You didn’t previously live in England kay?)

“Yes, that is the one.” Arthur replied, sounding slightly exasperated. You mind was reeling. You were alone in London, with a demon that may or may not wish to hurt you. That was just brilliant. You gulped, deciding to move on to your next question.

“Why did you save me from that French demon? And why did he even attack me in the first place? Hell, why did you attack me?” Your questions jumbled together. Arthur turned his other-worldly green eyes to you.

“I attacked you because I was hungry. The French demon attacked you because you pushed me away, in the forest. I saved you because I want to know what you are.” Arthur sounded bored, like you should’ve already known all of that.

“What I am?” you let your legs fall to one side.

“Yes. No human could’ve pushed me away like you did that night. Unless…” Arthur seemed to have had an idea, and the next thing you knew his face as inches from yours. He looked at you as if trying to see right through, and then moved closer and inhaled. You leaned back, trying to gain distance from the demon. Arthur slid off the bed, walking back to the door, completely lost in thought.

“Where are you going?” you asked, breaking his reverie.

“I need to check something. Don’t go anywhere.” Arthur left, and you grumbled under your breath. Like you had a lot of places to go.

Maybe you could go to the police and say you’d been kidnapped. Or maybe you could go the nearest airport and grab at ticket back home, with the whole zero dollars you had. You buried your head in the large, white, down comforter, trying to plot your escape.

You had only been thinking about it for a few minutes when you heard a sound and looked up to see Arthur materialize at the foot of the bed. You squeaked slightly in surprise, bringing your knees to your chest again. You looked at Arthur again, and didn’t like the look he had on his face. Arthur sat closer to you than you would’ve liked on the bed.

“Give me your wrist.” He held his hand out.

“What, no!” You curled up tighter, sliding away slightly. With a sigh Arthur grabbed your arm and yanked it towards him. You struggled against him, trying to reclaim your wrist. Arthur pulled out a knife.

“No, no, no, no, no. No.” You struggled harder, your chest squeezing tight in fear. You pulled and pulled, even kicking your legs out to get more leverage.

“Stay still.” You didn’t listen to the demon. You struggled harder yet, your wrist starting to hurt from being held so tightly. Arthur tackled you, pinning you to the bed. He sat up, straddling your lap, and took your wrist.

You watched as he brought the knife closer to your wrist, your whole body going still. Arthur positioned the knife, and then slashed it across your wrist, blood leaking out of the cut. You whimpered in pain.  Arthur brought the knife to his lips, and flicked his tongue across it, your blood staining his tongue red.

After a few moments he looked at you, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. You freed your wrist from his grasp and cradled it, a tear slipping out of the corner of your eye. Arthur got off of you, looking dumbfounded.

You curled up, breathing through the harsh stinging in your wrist. You heard Arthur leave, but soon he was back. He sat beside you, holding his hand out for your wrist again. You glared at him and turned around, giving him your back.

He rolled his eyes. Humans were so emotional. “Are you going to let me wrap it?” You thought for a moment. You couldn’t just leave it open and exposed. You turned back to the demon.

“I can do it myself.” You sat up slightly, still glaring.

“No.” Arthur gently took your wrist and cleaned it off with a wet cloth. You hissed as he passed the cloth over the cut. He applied some terrible smelling… and looking poultice on your cut, a strange coldness seeping into your skin. The cut stopped hurting immediately. He gently began wrapping white gauze around your wrist, securing it around your thumb.

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it, love?” Arthur felt himself soften at the sight of the tear trails on your cheeks. He noticed a strange taste in his mouth, but dismissed it.

“Why?” your voice was faint and angry.

“I had to be sure.” Arthur leaned into the pillows.

“Sure of what?” you asked.