AntiXReader| what're you doing to me?

Part Two: a common meeting

-Anti's pov-
     it's been about 4 days since I met
y/n and it feels like an eternity since I've truly known myself. The monster I am has something missing and it lies in those deep eyes. When I got home that day, all I could do was think. I had to think about who I was, and what I was.
I'm a menace; a black hole in society. I'm the kind of thing people hide from in the dark, but y/n didn't fear me one bit. In fact, they over powered me. If I were to bring out the beast, would they even care?

-y/n pov-
     something about that guy at the club struck my fascination. Of course I have a brute front. People have a horribly hard time trying to read me. There was something in him that terrified me, but all I could do was tease. When he held me against the wall, I both feared for my life, and craved for more. It was strange. It wasn't even that I needed his touch, I simply needed the feeling; the presence; the life before death kind of bliss.
I can't help but think, sitting here all alone fantasizing, that I might be out of my mind. And if I'm not, what is it about him that makes this happen? Who is he really?

-Anti's pov-
     I've decided to follow them.
I wondered around at first but I finally spotted them near the same building we first met, standing against the wall on their phone. They were dressed so different. That first night they sported rave like clothing. Today you could mistake them for a highschool art student. Stripes under graphics and all that jazz. After careful consideration I decide to make it casual.
I walk up to them, and before they can notice, I ask "What's the best time of day to go downtown?"
They seem to not even care. It draws me in even more.
Without looking back, they say "I'd recommend 1-2am. All the best nightlife." With that they turn to face me, and again act completely unfazed. I have no plan in what to say next, so I smirk and wink at them.

-y/n pov-
     If it weren't for the burning sensation in my chest, I'd be running away, but instead here I stand wishing he would come even closer. The strength of my intrigue rises with every movement he makes.
"What brings you to this corner? Not much to do around here." I say with the intent of more information on his day to day.
"I suppose I was looking for  some fun  of sorts."
"What kind?" I ask. He walks pass me nudging my shoulder slightly on his way, making my head pound. I turn with his direction and he looks me in the eyes, flashing an all black gaze.
"Oh you know, the violent kind." He says with a cocky smile and a lick of his lips. Im nearly fainting in fear as he walks closer to me and neels down coming face to face. He may be average height but I'm still much shorter; he towers in dominance.

-Anti's pov-
     As close as I am, I can feel their breath on my cheek. As calm as they appear, I'm shocked at how shaky it is. I would never want to play poker with this one. It's dark outside with nobody around and I'm well aware now they fear the worst. Should they? Normally I would say yes. Normally I would already have my teeth in their throat, but this little toy knows how to make me over think.
I keep a dark smile on my face while I slip my hand slowly up to their throat. I tap my fingers against the side and tilt their chin up with my thumb. They crack a shy smile and chuckle as I bring my whole hand around under their jaw.
They look me in the eyes and lick their lips, and with that I dig my nails into the skin of their neck and pull them over and  push them against a nearby chainlink fence, holding them there with the one hand. They grasp behind then for stability.

-y/n pov-
     my brain is on Pluto with all the different thoughts I experience as he holds me here. The whole exchange takes a mere 10 seconds but it's all in slow motion. Every single moment changing in tone and intensity. If I could verbalize every emotion at once, this would be it's description. His nails dig deeper on one side as he smoothly strokes with his thumb on the other.
"What are you expecting from tonight?"  He asks.
I take no time to think. "Death," I reply with a smile I can tell he finds mysterious.

-Anti's pov-
     "Death," they said. With all the confidence in the world, that was their answer. I still don't know if they should be correct.
"You could be right," I say moving my free hand to their hair. Soft straight locks fill my palm, at the same time I tighten my grip on the sides of their neck. "What I do know is you're following me when I let go."
"And what if I refuse?"
I smirk, and reply,"Then I throw you over my shoulder, take you where I planned to anyway, tie you to a cold hard floor, and torture you with anything I can get my hands on; bathing both of us in your sweet sweet blood."
They glare doe eyed and whisper,
"and what if I like it?" With a low giggle.
I'm not sure what to do with that response. I've never been in such a situation.
I choke them. I unclench my nails and press into their pretty little veins until they can no longer stare me in the eyes. Their irises roll back and their mouth hangs ever so slightly ajar, as a dead weight is placed on the fence and I lift their small body up and over my shoulder. There's no reason to rush, and I walk slowly to the warehouse bellow my apartment. The whole building is mine, meaning no worries of noise complaints or cop calls. Tonight will be interesting. I can tell from the moaning let out as they sleep.