Demon! Ventus X DemonHunter! Reader :: Part 1

Part One of Two

PG-13 Warning: Uses of violence, mild swearing, and sensitive topics
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*~Enter the Darkness~*


You never knew it would come to this.

You never realized that he of all people would fail himself. 

It was so unnatural. So sudden. So out of character. So unreal.

And here you were, trapped and bloody, cornered by ravenous, demonic beings who craved for nothing but to see your blood spill and your nonexistent tears to shed. How did things get to this? 

It all started with blond hair. 

Beautiful, flamboyous blond hair that glittered like gold in the sun and looked like the finest wheat on an eternal field of sunshine. You never realized yellow could be so beautiful on such a person. Especially on him.

In your life, originally, yellow was not a beautiful color. It wasn't the color of sunshine and all things that made your heart beat fast. It was the color of fear, betrayal and pure, undefinable evil. 

An evil so intense, it would murder for the pleasure of your tears, your cries, your terror and your despair. It was not attractive. It wasn't some love story, and your story wasn't an exception. 

You grew up with two demon Hunters with a fate bound to tragedy, and bore you, an unexpectated expectation whose fate was tied to tragedy from the moment you were conceived. 

It was no lie, all Hunters were bound to horrible death and terrible sadness. Your family was lucky. Your mother and father lived together with you for years, protecting you and going on successful Hunting trips. 

You never understood the idea of Hunter hierarchy, nor ever knew of its existence until recently. Because of the successful kills, they became richer, deadlier, infamous. 

And many wanted them dead.  

Too many. 

Your parents told you about everything before you could even understand them. They wanted you to know how to defend yourself in case of an attack, and in that understanding, they were not foolish. All the other times, they were extremely foolish. 

They thought you could all live together without a single attack. And their foolishness killed them. 

It was a warm day that day. You were ten and reading on the wooden porch, sunlight pouring into your (skin color) pores and illumanting the white floorboards. You still remember the scent of the house: like dust and wheat. Your book, falling apart and pages ripped, was arguably your all-time favorite: Macbeth by William Shakespeare. 

Of course, the book was revised so your ten-year old mind could actually process what was going on without the capacity to learn the ancient, collateral language Shakespeare wrote in the 1600s.

You didn't know if it was normal or morbid curiosity but the idea of power getting to people's heads and being their own demises caused a rift of unknown desire and speculation that drew you closer to the despondent novel. 

After reading for an hour, you shut your book and watched your yard, mentally drawing out the safety line in which separated you from the wretched demons. 

You were safe so long the demons did not know the safeword, then you'd be super screwed from being so far away from the nearest town and not to mention, your father was out of town on a Hunting trip. 

"(NAME)! Get dressed, Mister and Missus Cordis will get here soon!" Your mother shouted from the kitchen, over the sound of hissing steam and clucking chickens that roamed your garden. 

You sighed longingly and remarked bluntly before going to your room to change into the special dress your mother bought for you in this occasion. 

You see, in order for your parents to properly hunt demons, they need supplies. The Cordis family made special weapons and mixtures especially for demons.

So, your family and the Cordis family decided to develop a friendly dealership between you two. They needed trackers, and you needed supplies.

Simple, but you did hate meeting new people. There was something about foreigners that left a foul taste in your mouth and stomach. In your later years, this was defined as anxiety.

After trudging down the stairs with your lovely purple dress, your mother flashed you a smile and fussed over your hair and face. 

"But Mooom!" You whined, trying to break away from her grip. "I look fine!" 

She finger-combed your ruly hair and used her spit to wipe the dirt on your face. "You didn't even comb your hair, wash your race, or even iron your dress." Your mother complained, brushing out the cotton dress, running her hands over the beaded belt. 

She took her brush and tugged on your hair, tears coming to your eyes. "Ow!" She glared at you before a complaint escaped your lips. "Don't you dare. It's your fault and now I'm having it my way." 

You huffed irritably as your mother cleaned you up, wishing you could say 'I could do it myself' without her scold.

Once finished, she gave you a once-over and smiled proudly. "Perfect." She kissed your forehead. "You look beautiful." A warm feeling enveloped your body, a voice telling you that you regretted the small fight earlier. You couldn't help but return the smile and hugged her. "Thanks Mom."

"You're welcome sweetie- Omigosh the brownies!" Your mother panicked suddenly, dashing into the kitchen to pull out the overlooked dessert. It was your favorite: chocolately chip brownies with vanilla ice cream. It was to die for. Figuratively, of course. 

30 minutes later you were in your room reading when te sound of an engine pulled you from the fantasy world. A Hummer pulled up, the windows tinted nearly black and the paint job a bright red, a stark contrast in color that made you like it immediately. 

Out came out a couple: a man with combed back brown hair with a tux tucked nearly which fit his strong form nicely. A woman with short blue hair, snipped to a pixie cut and wearing a pretty, marine dress that flowed around her at the edges. Her feet were adorned with black, strappy kitten heels that made her almost her husband's height. 

Then another came out. It was a boy around your age. You were genuinely surprised to say the least, you were so used to be an only child belonging not only to one, but to two demon Hunters. To see another your age in the same situation was thrilling, yet terrifying. 

He had golden blond hair that did not even match the disgrace of yellow in demon's eyes. He wore a tux as well, tugging at the bow tie around his next. He said something to his father, and his father frowned, adjusting the bow tie to perfection. 

The mother looked adoringly at your home, taking in all its cute glory. Her eyes fell on you, a brilliant azure, and you squeaked, pulling back the curtains and stepping back from the window. Your cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. You could already hear your mother's voice to chide you of your staring deed. 

Shaking off the red, you breathed deeply and stepped out of your room to greet the guests. Pulling on purple flats, you rushed down the stairs and waited expectantly at the door. The moment the door knocked, you pulled it open to reveal the lovely family in front of you. 

"Hello Mister and Missus Cordis." You greeted politely, stepping aside to let them through. The woman with blue hair and blue eyes looked even more stunning up close. Of course, she wasn't as pretty as your mother. 

The father looked stern but with kind, brown eyes that reminded you of the earth, hardy and dependable. 

Despite the feeling of the boy's stare, you ignored his gaze and smiled, inching them inside in which they gladly did. Your mother walked out of the kitchen, her flowery dress complimenting her (skin color) skin. 

"Hello, I'm (Mom's Name) (Last Name). This is my daughter, (Name). I'm sorry but my husband is on a surprise trip and couldn't make it tonight." Your mother apologized all at once, charming them with her natural openness. 

"Hello Miss (Last Name). I am Terra, this is my wife Aqua and our son, Ventus." Terra started, his voice deeper than expectated. 

"Call me Ven." The boy interrupted, his hands deep within his pockets. He seemed to be clu then something.

"Aw, very lovely to meet you. Now, children, we have some business to take care of. (Name), would you mind taking Ven to your room? You have plenty of toys to play with." Your mother told you, not suggesting a single word. It wasn't a request, it was a demand. 

You nodded at your mother, glanced into Ven's brilliant blue hues, and darted upstairs. You could hear the patter of his quickly following footsteps as you led him without a word to your room. 

You closed the door behind him and coughed awkwardly. "Hi." 

"Hi." He responded with a smile. "Nice to meet you!" Ven held out his hand for you to shake. You weakly returned the smile and shook his hand. "Ditto."

"So, uh, what now?" He asked, holding his hands back into his pocket. "Hm..." You thought. "I honestly never thought about how far I'd get with this "friend" business. You could start by telling me where you live because your behavior is so out of town." You smirked, plopping onto your bed.  

He chuckled nervously. "I'm from the (State/Country) right over. We have a lot of family over there so we decided that it'd be nice. It's similar to here, you know. With the country all around but the town is closer to our's rather than your home is." He explained with a laugh, sitting up straight and nice on the beanie chair in your room." 

"Really? Mom and Dad say that cities and towns are too difficult to work with. Too many people and demons to clash with work." 

"Really? My parents say it's safer to be in groups." 

"Groups save you but it's not worth the loss and the time. My parents have been through a lot, I guess. They've dealt with a lot of demon betrayals in their time." 

You added. "Your parents are strange. What's with Miss Aqua's hair, no offense?" 

"My Mama dyes her hair blue. She says she feels more comfortable with blue rather than her regular blond hair." 

You grinned. "So that's where your blond hair comes from." 

Ventus flashed a grin. "Yup! A lot of my genes comes from Mama, I don't know what'd I do without her."

"Same. Mom's are special, ya know? Anyway, I have a question for you. I'm guessing you know a lot of demons, since both of your parents are demon Hunters-."

"My grandfather, Eraqus, was a Hunter too. A witch Hunter though." Ven cut off with excited enthusiasm and gratification.

"Really? Witch Hunter hm? What did witches do?"

"They're not too far off from witches from the old movies. Their true forms are ugly, they're mischievous, they're evil, and they love to cast spells." Ven explained. "You haven't heard of many witches, since most magical beings are either killed off or transformed themselves into demons."

"That's interesting." You commented. "Is there anything else I need to know about witches? Since I haven't decided what kind of Hunter I want to be, I wanna know all the supernatural beings!" 

"Your parents haven't told you about other supernaturals?!" He exclaimed, jumping up with shock. You cringed a little, finding his surprise of your lack of knowledge kinda embarrassing.

"S-sorry," you stammered, unsure what to say. "I never really asked about other supernatural beings honestly. I just thought it was all demons."

Ven shook his head and sat down on your bed, clacking his teeth. "No way, there are way more than just demons. And, between you and me," he leaned forward close enough to whisper. "My grandfather told me all this. My parents want me to be a demon Hunter too." 

You widened your eyes. "Dude," you started out with affinity. "I have to meet Eraqus." 

Ven nodded firmly, smiling boldly. "You'll love him! He may be strict at times but that makes up his best qualities! That's also where my Papa gets his tough attitude." He chuckled restlessly. 

You our couldn't help but giggle in return. 

And from then on, you became close friends with Ventus, even at one time calling him your best friend. However, everything changed that night when you meet your very first demon up close and personal. Nothing was the same. 

Later after night fell and your stomachs were full, you went outside to play with Ven, steering clear of the border. The meeting ran overtime so the Cordis family would be staying at your home for the night. It was too dangerous for a demon Hunter to go out after dusk in such an open area.

You and Ven sat outside on the porch, you reading him Macbeth and him listening extensively. "Wow! Lady Macbeth is crazy! She convinced her husband to kill the king and now she wants to kill more? Why can't they just not kill anyone else? That would solve SOOO many future problems!" Ven groaned in irritation. 

"That's the point! They were so overwhelmed with insanity that their mad stretch for power to become monarchs of Scotland were their own demise, not the enemies who swore revenge. If they had just stopped killing, they would've won. Mom says this is called irony."

"Irony? That's a weird word."

"I know right? I don't know what it means but it sounds cool."

Ven tucked his hands into his pocket and fiddled with the object in it, raising the suppressed suspicion in you. "What's that?" You blurted out.

"What's what?"

"The thing in your pocket that you're always fiddling with."

Ven couldn't help but laugh. He grinned mischievously and stood up from the bench, his hands still deep on his pockets. "You really wanna know?"

"Yes!" You exclaimed, sitting up as well. "Then you hafta catch me!" He laughed loudly before dashing off into the darkness, blending in well with the tall weeds. 

"H-hey...!" You started, unsure feelings rising up along with the warnings your mother always gave you about after dark.

Never go past the barrier, or out at all. The slyest of demons will find you, even with the border. They will coax you with sweet words and attractive faces, pretending to care deeply. They will lie you into the darkness will they will kill you slowly, eat your soul, and you will never be seen again. 

Shivering from the cold wind you picked up, you ran into the darkness for Ven. "Ven?" You called uncertainly. "You can't be out here it's dangerous. Please come back." You brushed back weeds to find your new friend. 

Before you knew it, you were at the border. You sucked in a sharp breath, stepping back and tripping over a stump, falling back on your bum. As you winced and recovered with a few mutters of pain, a branch crunched, and your head snapped up to view the area.

"Ven t-this isn't funny..." You trailed off, your voice desperate and cracking from the fear that clutched your heart. All the tales of demons came into your head and you were grateful for the border. 

"Ven? Such a strange name... I am anyone but Ventus Cordis." A silky voice purred, a foreign but tempting voice who didn't belong to anyone familiar.

Your blood ran cold as ice when a man around his early 20's who seemed to appear out of darkness, his raven hair and aureate eyes that glinted with predatory instincts.

"H-how..." You breathed, your chest heaving up and down in panic. Who is this man?! "Who are you? And how did you get here?" You asked, feeling panicky and erratic. 

The man simply chuckled, running a pale hand through his rebellious hair. "Aren't you a hidebound (Last Name)~? I am Vanitas and I walked here to personally congratulate you on your success of your alliance of the Cordis family." 

You crushed the grass beneath you in a fist, your knuckles turning white with terror. You didn't dare physically show your fear on your face as you stared down the deadly monstrosity. Vanitas' features were so conflicting with his attractive and enticing voice that made you feel delight but his overall tone screamed danger. From all the prior warning from your parents, you knew better than to trust strangers in the night. 

With your eyesbrows furrowing, your face scrunching with determination, you stated more confidently, "you're a demon. Why are you truly here? If you don't answer me, I'll scream. And they'll kill you." You demanded with vigor, your back straightening. No way are you letting a stranger boss you around and toss your feelings like a juggling ball. 

Vanitas stared at you with an unknown look then threw his head back and laughed wolfishly, baring his bright white, sharp teeth. He whipped his head back in the split second, his daring eyes widening to an insane degree. 

The change from allure to frightening caused your heart to jump and your breath to hitch. "Why, honey, I hope you do realize that you have no power here. Your border means nothing to me," he hissed with no hint of charm. To prove his point, he reached over the obvious salt barrier buried in the dirt and grabbed the front of your dress.

He pulled you forward roughly, his nails tearing through the silky dress fabric like butter. Your heart nearly stopped out of horror. Your parents spells have failed you, leaving you at the mercy of this strange demon. "H-How-" 

"Silly human, you must've forgotten about the special, superior powers we demons receive individually when we develop~" He purred, rolling his hand over the salt barrier, his skin curling with smoke but not exactly burning. "Mine is that I can escape a border's deadly repellent~ It won't harm me~"

To make this even more terrifying, this was your first experience with demons. Vanitas' pale hands hovered around your neck, ready to rip out your neck if you dared make a peep. With your mother too busy talking and Ven hiding from you, you had nothing to defend yourself with.

The attractive demon leaned forward, his skin ice cold as it was pale, bringing along his freezing breath as well. He whispered carefully in your ear, talking softly enough as if to be talking to a delicate child.  

"I can kill your family with the snap of my fingers. I can think of a thousand ways to murder you in the most slow and most painful way possible with no one to help you. I can make you watch the death of each family and friend member you have ever had. I would rip out their flesh and suck the blood dry from their bodies with their screams vivid in the air. I will take their souls to be eaten by my demon comrades, never to be heard from again and erased from existence. Only then, would I take your soul. You would be stuck between Hell and your tortured body with no emotion left. I would leave you for all eternity to suffer between Hell and your useless hunk of painful skin. That is the consequence if you do not do what I say."

The pause between words was excruciating for you, the deadly tension that built up had left you speechless and ready to piss yourself.

"Go tell your Mommy that a little birdy told you that Daddy died." He murmured, his lips curling into a smirk.

"W-wha-" Your little voice cracked, the breaking news hitting you hard. What did he mean? Your father was dead? He was only gone for a month, how could he just suddenly die? No, this is a demon we're talking about for crying out loud! He tells lies all the time! How could you even trust a wretched creature like him? 

"How? You may ask? Well," Vanitas sneered. "I killed him with my bare hands and took his soul. You wanna see?" Vanitas pulled back his hand from your dress and leered, satisfied, disgusting sneer forming at your dumbfounded expression. 

Without warning, he swiftly opened the palm of his hand before a small burst of blue flame morphed into the form of your father. The small flame displayed your father's face screaming in agony, his eyes streaming down tears as his body burned and disintegrated over and over again, like cruel gif except that each time, your father screeched differently. 

"No..." You refused to look at the image of fire anymore. The sinking feeling did remain despite the impossibility of your father's unexplained death. "T-that isn't my Dad's soul, you're lying!" You shouted, scooting away from the kneeling, smug-looking demon.

"Get my mother yourself! You already can go through the barrier! Leave me alone, you lying c-creep!" You spluttered out, scrambling up to your feet and running off, the demon's wolfish laughter drowned out by your hiccup of sobs. "You just didn't notice the burning, huh?" Vanitas said to himself intentionally so you could hear.

You stumbled into the light of the house, gladly accepting the warmth of lanterns, of real flames that weren't the blue, supposed soul of your dead, suffering father. Ven was sitting on the porch, his face tightening with concern once he met your distressed gaze. 

"You didn't come back and I was so worried, what happened?!" Ven stood up abruptly from his seat, his hands tightening. You tried to explain but it all came out in a blubbering mess of words. A lump formed in your throat from the pent up emotion that had hindered you speechless and scared. 

"MOM!!!" You cried out desperately, since that was the only words you could form properly, running into the house. You just wanted to hug her until your arms fell off the moment the feeling of safety was assured. You just wanted to feel safe and see that it was alright, that the demon was truly just messing with you or it was just a hallucination. Anything but truth. 

Your mother rushed out, welcoming you into her arms without question. "Honey, what is it?" She asked worriedly, her muscles tense with the fear of the unknown. She always got like this when you cried.

"A-a-a-a d-demon got t-through!" You stuttered, your hands shaking as they closed tightly around your mom. Your mother stiffened and immediately shoved you into the house, her arm never leaving your body.

Instead of the expected reaction of intense protective measures you expectated, only a sigh escaped her lips. "I knew a day like this would come when an extreme level 10 demon could slip in."

"Demon?" Aqua's ears never did fail her, her sweet voice turning sangfroid just at the sound of the creature. There were running footsteps and the clicking of guns in front of you.

Terra's gruffly voice ordered his son. "Ven, come inside now-" Terra held his outstretched hand for him before his breath hitched, a elongated whimper reaching your ears.

You glanced over and saw a familiar, clawed hand through his chest, his brown eyes glossing over as he fell to the floor. Raven hair and yellow eyes met your stare, Vanitas grinning insanely from behind the dead body of Terra. His whole arm was covered in blood, his hand holding the heart of Terra, the muscle still beating and squirting ruby blood. 

Ventus' screams filled the air and you caught the scent of metallic, red splattering against your beige wallpaper. Your mother shielded your eyes from seeing anything more as gunshots were heard from a choking Aqua, a strangled yell escaping her lips out of desperate spite. Your mother turned you away, but the sounds were just as heart-breaking. 

"Ven, come quickly." Your mom urged, grabbing his hand and pulling him away with you. You were just so shocked by the sudden, bloody death that you followed your mom like a lost duckling, dazed and afraid.

Why did he kill Terra? What did he ever do to Vanitas? The blood is nauseating to think about... Your mind spun and you couldn't help but gag, holding in the bile that rose in your throat. 

Ven tried to run for his father but your mother held him back, telling him that it was too dangerous to go back at all. Vanitas was too strong, his will to go through the barrier was excruciatingly spectacular in a bizarre, morbid way. 

She ushered you outside again. You had to flee the house, it was no longer safe if one demon could make it through. Your safety for being the next generation was their top priority.

As your mom literally dragged Ven, you looked back expectantly, noticing that Vanitas was not going for the expertly shooting Aqua, but for you.

"Mom!" You wailed, tugging at her shirt to make her notice the sinister demon. In a blur, Aqua rushed outside with her gun, waving it for Vanitas. 

Your mother whipped around, exchanged glances with Aqua, and pushed you and Ven backwards as she tried to block the demon's attacks.

Vanitas barreled for her, and she jumped aside, sticking out her foot to make him trip into the mud. Once down, she leaned over and started punching him, kicking him in the sides as well. Aqua couldn't shoot without accidentally hitting your mother so she tried to rush in but as quickly as it started, it ended. 

Black blood spewed from the demon's mouth, staining the dirt a dark obsidian, Vanitas' eyes glinting with rage. He shot his arm up and snatched your mother's hair and pulled, her head and body moving with it as she toppled over him in a somersault.

They both jumped up and fought again and again, their blows being nosy inflicting than the last. You've never seen your mother fight so ferociously before and it honestly thrilled and scared you. They seemed like two predatory animals fighting for life and revenge. 

You stepped forward to help, however, your mother noticed and snarled at you to stay back as she kneed the demon in the ribs. "Go with Aqua." She groaned as she punched Vanitas in the throat, his eyes bugging out from the sudden lack of oxygen.

"Go find Father a-" She gasped, blood cutting her face in zig zagged motion from the sharp nails of the detrimental monster. It took all your willpower to not run to her aid and fight with her to prove your faithfulness.

You never did get the chance. 

Nothing could stop the intensity Vanitas radiated and his blows had become abnormally fast each time it inflicted on your mom. Your mother couldn't block one of his moves fast enough and was hit badly in the abdominal area.

She wheezed, doubling over with blood seeping from her mouth. She glanced up and made eye contact with you, giving you a weak smile as Vanitas placed his hands on her ears and snapped her head to the side like a twig. 

Aqua gasped in a strangled way and took this chance to shoot the demon in the heart, black blood splattering all over the floor. Vanitas eyes widened and a large grin spread on his face.

"The deed is done." He coughed, vindictive, and fell to the ground with a thud. His body started disintegrating, his glossy, yellow eyes staring into your's with amusement and triumph as the life was dispelled from his body. 

Your happiness had ended that night like the drain of life in Vanitas' eyes. Like the motionless body of your now dead mother, her death tragic and short, like every Hunter's story is. You couldn't help but weep bitterly. 


*~Enter the Darkness~*


10 Years Later

Your eyes shot open in silent terror, your breath heavy and thick with gasps. You had another nightmare and the sleepy tea you've been taking is not even close to working.

You silently groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose. It was frustrating to know that you keep on having recurring nightmares of the same event even though you got over it. Well, should be. 

You're a demon Hunter now, and you must move on and not take the time demons take to eat people and mourn over a decade-old deceased mother. 

You glanced over at the bed next to you of the small motel room you rented out for your latest cross-country trip and noticed it was void of the body in it. You shifted the covers off of you and peeked into the balcony door, finding the man who was missing. 

You opened the door to see Ventus, in his green night clothes, daydreaming in the stars again, his blue eyes sparkling with brilliance as he stared above, his eyes locating every constellation tonight. His forming muscles rippling with each small movement he made, the result of daily workout. It sure was paying off. 

"Ven..." You interuppted his silence, giggling at his adorable, la-la-land look. "Sleep problems again?" 

Ven blinked and shook his head in silent laughter, a grin forming on his face when he noticed your presence. "Something like that." His deep voice answered. When you got closer, you noticed the small, blond stubble forming on his chin. 

You nodded with understanding and stood next to him, your toes curling from the frosty air. "Man, who knew Nebraska got so cold at night?" You shivered, leaning into Ven's comforting warm body. 

"Well it's the Northern Midwest, what'd you expect? Hm? Warm nights like New Mexico?" Ven challenged, wrapping his arm around your body, much to your pleasure.  Warmth flowed into you, your body comfortably adjusting.

"No, but I did expect room heaters." You joked, your arm snaking around Ven's waist, rubbing up and down his side soothingly. 

"Mm... yeah, that would've been nice." He whispered, resting his golden head on your (hair color) one. "Nice work today, by the way." You added, referring to the earlier Hunting trip you went on.

Successful on saving a woman's life from a possessive ex-husband and killing that said demon husband. Unsuccessful in escaping without a scratch. 

While you let free the woman from her handcuffed bonds (which takes precision and time to pick lock it), Ven bought you time by fighting back the vile creature. They ended up tackling each other into a wrestling battle, the demon tearing deeply into his skin on his shoulder. He said it was especially painful from the dirt locked in its nails.

He finally shot 'the damn thing' as you explained to the woman about the situation. Ven bandaged the wound up before you could see, saving you from spotting the lacerated flesh. 

"Thank you, but my shoulder hurts like a bitch. I hope you don't mind but early tomorrow I'm going to the doctors to prescribe some pain killers." Ven winced, rolling the taped injury up into a small stretch. 

"Fair enough," you shrugged. "Warning you now that you need a really good excuse to come up in order to get it. Doctors are... picky when it comes to a none-hospitalized treatment." You said casually, chuckling a little.

"Alright well I'm going to try to go back to sleep." You yawned, leaning forward to kiss Ventus on the cheek before slipping out of his grip, heading inside.

Ven's tug on your arm said otherwise. "I'm going to check in you but I would love to join you~" A triumphant smirk danced on his mouth when seeing the bright blush on your cheeks as you scuttled inside. 

When he knew you were gone from sight, a frown replaced his flirty smirk. He rolled down the bandaged shoulder gently, glancing at his blackened veins, the thick lines steadily creeping to his chest. Along those darkened veins were teeth marks gnashed into his skin, red and swollen with infection. 

Ventus knew very well what being bitten by a demon meant. By tomorrow, he was going to Turn. He wanted to tell (Name) but when the time came nothing could come out of his mouth. So, he decided to make a run for it.

He needed to flee as far as he can before his memories were wiped and he became an ruthless demon that could possibly rip apart (Name), or anyone else in this town. Worse things could happen if a DemonHunter turned into a Demon. 

He already had his things packed; he would flee to as far away his legs could carry him an lock himself up into a secluded area where his Demon form would rot. The least he could do was to spare (Name)'s sake of mental being if he ever told her and had to kill him or see himself killed in front of her. 

After the death of his father and her mother, Aqua took in (Name) as her adopted daughter until that is when Aqua was bitten and committed suicide 2 years ago. It left just him and her. Despite the loss being heart-breaking, it allowed for love to blossom between Ventus and (Name).  

Anyway, the point is that even if he did tell, she would go ballistic by the thought of the demon-Turning. He couldn't afford the pain of her or the others around him. He never had the guts to kill himself but isolation may just work perfectly for him. 

The blond looked up to the sky and sighed, his head hanging as his shoulder throbbed with pain. He winced, his hand coming up to hold the injury, as if it were to develop teeth and chomp down on the nearest person. He adjusted the bad name over his shoulder to restrain the bloodflow, even a little bit counted on his survival.

Ven glanced up at the stars again as a barely noticeable shooting star shot across the sky, twinkling bright before diminishing. 

Ven's eyes glinted with childish delight amidst the terrible situation. He closed his eyes and wished without sound, his lips moving in silent longing. "I love you so much, Mom and Dad." He breathed a goodbye.

He opened his eyes and, without looking back at the small lights in the sky, turned on his heel and went inside, shutting the porch door behind him quietly. Moonlight streamed in, lighting the rented room in a silver lining. 

His eyes shone on (Name)'s resting body and he couldn't help but look longingly upon her lovely, sleeping face. She looked beautiful even when she didn't even try. 

A restless groan escaped her lips and she turned over, her grip on her blankets tightening. "Don't just stand there like a tree, c'mon," (Name) held up her arm and motioned him over. "Come cuddle with me." She demanded gruffly, her voice fading at the end. 

Ventus didn't hesitate to climb into the squeaky bed, embracing (Name) close to him, her back against his chest before she rolled over, burying her head into his neck, her mouth grazing the surface of his flesh.

The aroma of (Name)'s scent came into contact with Ven's nose, the pleasant smell of lilac and pine trees filled his airways. She breathed steadily and pulled back, tickling his skin with each soft exhale. "I love you, so much." She said softly, her fingers entwining with his. 

"I love you the most." He teased harmlessly and without fault. Ven reached down and kissed her forehead gently, his eyes drooping from the warm silence. A swift pair of lips pecked his out of nowhere and deep rumble came from Ven's abdomen. 

"Thanks beautiful..." He murmured endearingly as he watched you drift off again, a small smile forming on your mouth. "You're welcome, handsome."

Time passed and your breathing became ceaseless. A sigh escaped his lips and, knowing you were in a deep sleep, wriggled out of your weak grip. Without turning on any lights, he slipped into more durable clothing rather than just boxers and a white tank top.

With a dark green tee, pants and his leather jacket and trademark muddy boots, he dragged his suitcase from under the bed. He took one last glance at you, his heart swelling with sorrow. 

Ventus spotted a pad of paper and a pen on the complimentary desk in the motel and, using the faint light streaming outside to inside, he wrote a small letter for you, subtly explaining his leave. Explaining his sadness. Explaining that you mustn't go looking for him. Explaining his love for you. Explaining how much he would miss you.

He then reached inside his shirt and brought out the charm he's been hiding since the first time you and he met. A small, locomotive key called WayWard Wind Eraqus gave him for a birthday present before his anguished disappearance. 

It's been his favorite necklace, if a man can consider having a piece of jewelry his favorite anyway. Eraqus said it would protect him when he needed it most. Now, he would pass it onto (Name), and hopefully it would help her more than it helped him. 

Leaving one last kiss on her lips, he put his charm necklace and note next to the beside table. "Be safe." He said, barely audible, as he heaved his suitcase forward, leaving the motel room under the cover of darkness.


*~Enter the Darkness~*


Wandering in the dark for hours now in this small town called Travity, Ven had no idea where to go. With no bus, no car, and a little money, his travel needs were limited to walking. 

Ven wandered for awhile until he reached the edge of the giant woods. After pondering the consequences, Ven decided to go in.

Heading in the dark, looming trees that surrounded him the farther he walked in, his wound started to throb and his memories became harder to recall. 

He wandered for awhile, thinking deeply about (Name) and places to go in order to prevent his escape of isolation. He probably only had an hour left but he fully turned...

Ven's mind became white suddenly, pain searing through his brain from his bite. He collapsed, his bag dropping next to him, his bite pounding against his skin, screeching at him to be let out. 

Ven ripped off his sleeve and tore open the bandages, finding the black had spread to the middle of his chest, only seconds away from reaching his heart.

The punctures had turned bright red, black oozing from the wound, dropping down onto the grass, the green disappearing each time a drop hit the ground.  

Ventus found something as simple as breathing hard to do so. Everything hurt. His blood felt in fire and his skin felt like it was melting off his bones. Even his bones felt cracked and tightening itself. 

Ven could do nothing but writhe on the ground, his teeth grinding so much that his gums bled, his nails digging into his palm. He moaned in agony, his suffering reaching the epitome of the Turn's climax. He felt his teeth grow sharper, his nails growing longer into claws. 

His eyes burned and Ven knew they were changing as well. He was too late. The Turn had been premature, coming before what was expectated. He was doomed; it was too late to shoot himself and too late to run. 

He was stuck on squirming in distress as his memories of his life drained from him and was replaced with animalistic instincts, the craving for blood and flesh and everything that disgusted him as a human. 

Wait, human? The thought of soft flesh caused salvia to drip down from his ferocious mouth, his pupils dilating with predator reflexes. Humans sound delicious... W-wait!! He thought in horror, realization dawning over him. This is what it like was to be a demon, to be a monster. 

My god... It's too late..! I didn't make it! I can't escape into isolation! My god...I-I can't remember anything. Why am I here? Man, I'm hungry...

H-huh? What's that smell? Ven, his pain fading, opened his eyes that now were brilliant and fiery, glowing in the dark, his vision in pitch black increasing until he could see perfectly fine in the dark.

He smelled something very pleasant, something very familar. He couldn't remember who he was it how he ended up in the forest. But something intrigued him so. It was the bag lying next to him. 

The name Ventus Cordis was embroided on the bag. So... My name is Ventus? Who name's a guy Ventus? He throughly disapprovingly, tearing the sewing out of the fabric out of irritation.

He hesitated to open the luggage, because of gross-smell that resonated from the bag, but did so anyway. He unzipped the luggage, finding clothes his size and cans of food that smelled disgusting.

Angrily, he grabbed hand fulls of food cans and threw them against the trees, the wood bending in from the force and successfully crushing the metal. 

Then, a luscious scent filled his nose, overwhelming him with familiarity. He started digging through clothes, the demon overcome with the tantlyzing, sweet smell of whatever was inside the bag. His fingers touched something of leathery fabric and he pulled out the item, examining the feminine-looking bracelet in his bag. 

The scent matched the pleasant one he smelled earlier and the intimacy struck something in his dead heart. He felt the leather-threaded bracelet over, the smooth fabric feeling nice against his skin.

He rotated it to the metal clip part, feeling the carved in name that sparked his interest. His eyes sparkled with interest, his cat-like pupils dilating with determination. He knew who he must look for.. The person who made his dead heart ache. 

(Name)

*~End of Part One~*