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A Fight For Darkness: Chapter Eight

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Pairings: Eric Draven(Bill Skarsgard) x Female!Reader.

Content Warnings: language, violence, mentions of murder, mentions of taking own life, blackmail, blood, smoking, drinking, mentions of drug use, arranged marriage, 18+ smut that I will mention at the beginning of the chapter.

Summary: An unknown text and a list full of questions for what happened to your sister leads you down to the underground fight ring that belongs to none other than Eric Draven, The Crow. Once he captures your eyes with his, the web you were desperate to untangle suddenly tightens.

Authors Note: This is not cannon to The Crow(2024). Shelly nor her and Eric's love story does not exist in this series. Eric does have his fast ability to heal, though. Tags are open for this series as well! There are four chapters left after this one!

Tags: @corawithfanfiction @malenoradgn @voidofsunlight @muchwita @loushaw131460

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READER

Slowly, my eyes began to open even though my head filled with pain which caused me to close my eyes immediately. It went on like this for a few moments, trying to wake only for the pain to become too much that it nearly rendered me unconscious. Vaguely I could make out the noise of voices mixed with music? Although it sounded like it was being muffled by something, I could still hear soft music.

“Are you fucking stupid? Why the hell did you bring her here?”

“It wasn’t me! Roeg said not to bring her to the estate so we thought this was the next best place. Trust me, I’ll be having a conversation with my other daughter once I leave here.”

“You’re bringing death to the opera house! What happens when the Crow shows up?”

A sinister laugh echoed followed by a more clearer and familiar voice. “The Crow has been taken care of.”

“You’ve signed your own death wish, Marion,” followed by a slamming of a door.

Marion.

No, not possible. I misheard. There was absolutely no way she was in this room. She was supposed to be dead.

With a sudden new found strength, I pushed myself up off the ground to notice it was carpet, an arrangement of colors. As the haze began to clear from my heavy eyes, I noticed I was being held somewhere dark and small. The air was thick around me, heavy with something almost like mildew, it nearly made me gag in my mouth. I went to brush the hair away from my face so I could get a better look at my surroundings only to realize my hands were tied together.

“What the fuck?” I began to panic, suddenly remembering what happened before I woke up here.

I picked up dinner for Eric and I, only to find his bike broken and mangled in front of a jewelry store, and the only thing that was left behind was a puddle of blood. This was moments before I’d been hit from behind.

“I heard you were looking for me.”

The voice was familiar, not familiar like the one I heard seconds ago, but familiar like I hadn’t heard in months; precisely nine months.

“Oh, lovely. You’re awake. I was waiting for our reunion.”

Lifting my heavy head up towards the voice, I did my best to ignore how bad my brain throbbed as I blearely took the form of a petite blonde, whose hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her green dress sticking out like a sore thumb against her pale skin. Her blood red lips curled up into a smile as she watched the look of horror cross my face.

It couldn’t be.

It had been years.

She died.

I watched as she shot up some sort of drug in her veins and died on our couch while my sister and I cried, my father too numb to do anything about it.

“M-mom?”

The words tumbled off my lips, truly astonished that the woman standing in front of me was my mother, who hadn’t looked like she aged in years. How was this possible? I saw her fucking die from an overdose but now she looked younger, healthier?

Marion, my mother, did her best to kneel down in front of me in her floor length gown and continued to sinisterly smile at me.

“I wish I could say I’m happy to see you, darling, however knowing where you came from, I’m not.”

“How? I saw you die,” I said, still not truly believing she was standing in front of me. “The scene of you overdosing haunted me for years after.”

Maybe I’d been hit so hard on the head I’m imagining my mother.

“Oh, sweetie,” she clicked her tongue against her teeth before gently caressing my cheek in an effort to act motherly. “I cannot believe you're still hung up about that.”

I reared my face away from her, trying desperately not to spit in her face. “Fuck you!”

My mother raised to full height, gazing down at me with distaste, and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t remember you being so hostile.”

“Your abuse made me this way, mother,” the last word held so much venom it made my skin crawl.

“I think it has everything to do with who you’re married to,” she shot back, completely glossing over the fact I called out her abuse.

I leaned up against a wall, fully taking in the room now to notice we were in some sort of balcony box high up. In the distance, the end of some sort of music followed by chatter then remembered what the other voice from moments ago said.

“You’re bringing death to the opera house!”

Why the fuck would my mother bring me to an opera house? Better yet, why the hell did she kidnap me? Suddenly, her words replayed in my mind and I snapped my eyes back over to her.

“You know who my husband is?”

She made a disgusted noise before sitting down in one of the chairs while I continued to sit on the floor of the balcony. “To say I’m not fond of your life choices is an understatement. I thought you’d be married to a doctor or someone in finance. I will say, I'm quite sad I didn’t get an invite.”

“I thought you were dead!” I shot back, voice raising.

“Oh my, you’re still harping on about that,” Marion waved a hand in the air. “Long story short, I died, yes. However I had help coming back to life with an old friend of mine; one whose path you’ve crossed.”

My brows furrowed with confusion as I shook my head. “Who? I’ve crossed a lot of paths these last few months. It could be anyone.”

Before my mother could answer, her phone rang so she quickly rummaged for it in her clutch, not daring to disturb the others down below who were getting ready to enjoy the second part of the opera.

“Roeg, honey. Where are you? You’re missing the entire show,” my mother frowned as she spoke into the phone.

My spine went straight at the mention of Roeg and every single cell ignited with fear deep inside of me. My mother and Roeg together? There’s absolutely no way they would be together. Also, how did he save my mother from death? None of this made sense yet somehow I feared I would never find out.

“Yes, she’s here,” my mother glanced over at me before returning her attention back over the balcony towards the stage. “No, he’s not. I took care of him. He’s not coming to save her this time.”

Him? Save me?

Eric.

“What the hell did you do to Eric?!” I bellowed, rising to my feet and nearing my mother, only for her to raise a hand at me causing me to cower in fear; just like the little girl all those years ago.

“Sit down and shut the fuck up! I’ll deal with you once I’m off the phone,” she sneered, back handing me even though I began to cower away.

Falling to the ground with a thud, I bit the inside of my cheek to keep the tears away. I refused to cry in front of my mother, exactly how I did when I was younger. She would not hold that power over me. I’m stronger than I was back then.

“Sorry, Roeg. My daughter is being quite the pain,” my mother brushed away a strand of hair with an annoyed sigh. “Yes, I’m positive Eric Draven is long gone. I saw his bike crash and his body lay mangled in the road. As far as I’m aware, it’s still there if you want to see for yourself. In front of some jewelry store downtown. Wonderful, you swing by there, pick me up a new necklace, and come to the opera house. The second scene is about to begin.”

Suddenly, I remembered the time it was when I was grabbing food for Eric and I. It was post fight and in the middle of the night, but the lively crowd down below didn’t seem like it was the middle of the night any longer. Glancing down to the broken face of my watch, I choked on a breath when I noticed it was nearing six in the evening, meaning I’d been knocked unconscious for some time.

Given what only a few knew about Eric, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind he was off somewhere healing his wounds so he could come find me and save me. He made a promise to always protect me, to always save me, and he wasn’t one to ever break his promise. For now while I waited, I would sit hunched in a ball in the corner of the balcony box with my forehead against my knees, trying to stay out of my mother's wrath as she went about watching the opera.

ERIC

Every cell in my body cried out in agony as I sat slumped in the abandoned warehouse, the pale blue lights illuminating my injuries. A broken leg, one of my ribs sticking out of my side, three broken fingers, road burn covering nearly every inch of my body, but thankful I’d been wearing my helmet so I had no injuries above my neck due to the crash.

The crash that nearly cost me my life and took me away from Y/N.

While she was picking up dinner hours ago, I’d been running a very last minute errand. A close associate of The Crow owned a jewelry shop downtown, one he stayed late at so I could pick up the gift for Y/N; the one I’d left behind on the road after the crash.

When I awoke here about an hour ago, I tried to frantically search for the gift only to be halted by how I couldn’t fucking move. I laid down on a couch for the first hour, just breathing and staring at the peeling ceiling. Just a few moments ago, I was able to sit up and that was when I took in every one of my injuries. As I was wondering how I ended up here after the crash, the large garage door of the warehouse opened to reveal a very exhausted looking Jay. His hair and clothes were disheveled, covered in blood, and his eyes were dark with something I wasn’t familiar with.

Fear? Anger?

As he was closing the garage door, I noticed the rising sun peering over the edge of the horizon so I had to guess it was early morning. I’d been away from Y/N too long, I needed to get up and find her. Surely she’d been looking for me already.

“Don’t even think about it,” Jay’s stern voice halted any actions of me getting up from the couch. “There’s no way your body is already healed after sleeping for four hours. You need to rest longer.”

“I’m fine,” I gruffed, trying to pop my rib back inside of my skin so it could begin healing.

Jay dropped the bag to the couch next to me so he could slap my hands away. “The fuck you are, Eric! You didn’t see the mess I did! Your bike in pieces with you bloody next to it.”

Now he was pacing in front of me, running a hand through his already messy hair. “I thought this was it. I thought for sure you were dead and there was no way you’d be able to heal from it.”

“I did. I’m fine,” I repeated, trying to show him I was in fact fine by rising to my feet, only to nearly fall into him.

“Son of a bitch,” Jay cursed, gently setting me back onto the couch so I could lay down again. “Please, man. Take it easy.”

Smacking the couch next to me, I eventually gave in and rested; much to my dismay.

“I need to get back to Y/N,” I said, voice broken. “She’s probably wondering where I am.”

Jay said nothing, instead going about setting the contents of the bag out on the table in front of us. The smell of food filled the air but it made my stomach immediately sour. The last thing I wanted to do was eat something.

“You need to eat something, Eric. It will help your body heal faster.”

“Not hungry,” I pushed away the container of food only for Jay to force it back again.

“You eat, you heal, then you can save Y/N faster.”

No matter how much pain I was in, I shot up from the couch and wrapped my hand, the one that wasn't broken, around Jay’s throat. “What the fuck did you just say?”

His eyes widened for a moment, taken aback that I put my hands on him, but then gently removed my hand which was easy since I had no strength.

“Fuck,” he took a large gulp of air before sitting on the other end of the couch. “I was hoping to tell you this after you completely healed and were back on your feet. But Y/N is missing.”

“Roeg?” I questioned, anger festering deep inside of me.

I hated how I could barely get off of the couch to go find her. How long had she been gone? Was she alive? Or had Roeg finally ended this all?

Jay nodded. “I think so. After I brought you here to rest, I went back to gather the things you lost during the crash and saw her purse had been dropped along with the food she was carrying.”

Before I could ask, he already beat me to it with a shake of his head. “The only blood there was yours. I don’t think she was hurt when she was taken.”

I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that she wasn’t hurt. Y/N had been through so much these last few weeks, I was afraid her body couldn’t take another beating.

“Did you find anything else?” I asked, hopeful he found the gift I left behind.

Something in the way he smiled told me Jay found exactly that. “Don’t worry, it’s safe.”

When he motioned towards a wall behind me, I knew exactly where the gift was; the hidden safe. This warehouse was Jay’s and where I stayed when he first took me in all those years ago.

“So what’s the plan?” I asked, finally taking a bite of food.

As disgusted as I was at the first sight of it, I had to admit that Jay was right. The only way I could heal from my injuries was if I gained the strength back.

“I thought about tracking her phone but it was left behind at the scene of the crash,” Jay said.

“Well, there is a way to track her,” I informed.

Jay raised a brow. “How?”

I scratched the side of my head, suddenly nervous about how I would explain this decision I made on Y/N’s behalf without her permission.

Gently tossing the carton of food to the side, I brushed my hands along my legs, realizing at that moment I was wearing different clothes from before.

“Aw, Jay. Did you dress me?” I teased with a wink, motioning towards the jeans.

I was shirtless however, my rib still protruding out of my skin.

“Shut the fuck up,” he grumbled. “I still don’t understand why the fuck you got your dick pierced. Did that hurt?”

“Like a bitch even with my fast healing,” I chuckled.

So did Jay before the conversation turned serious again. “How can we track Y/N?”

Running a hand over my face, I let out a deep sigh. “I put a tracker on her.”

“Is it in a bracelet or her watch?” He asked.

I winced. “Not exactly.”

Suddenly, Jay let out a slew of curses as he was about to punch me but refrained when he remembered how injured I was.

“Fucking hell, Eric! You can’t put a tracker inside of your wife!”

“The fuck I can’t,” I snapped back, my body slowly beginning to heal which gave me strength to sit up straighter. “After everything she’s gone through the moment I met her, she’s needed my protection. This is the only way I know how.”

“When did you do it?” He asked.

“The first night at the safe house. I bathed her, cleaned her wounds, and gave her a shot of pain meds to help. It had the tracker inside of it.”

As much as he wanted to argue, eventually Jay simply nodded. He wanted to be upset at me on behalf of Y/N but deep down, he knew this was the only way we’d be able to find her.

“Fine. So we track her then what?”

“We kill Roeg once and for all,” I growled.

Without a second thought, I popped all of my broken fingers back into place and shook it out. By now the road rash had all healed, minus a few spots, the break in my leg was almost fully back into place, however the broken rib still sticking out of my skin wasn’t healing and I knew why. Jay seemed to know as well because a sinister smile spread to his lips as he began leaning over me.

“Jay, I love you, but you better not fucking kiss me,” I pushed against his chest.

“Breaking my heart, Draven,” he tossed back playfully before he moved my hand to the side. “Let me fix this.”

I didn’t even have a second to register what he meant before Jay forcefully pushed my rib back inside of my body, it was already fusing back together. I screamed out in agony and wanted nothing more than to kill Jay.

He tapped my cheek. “That’s for Y/N. I’m sure she would have wanted me to do it since you put a tracker on her without her consent.”

Twelve hours later, my body had completely healed and I felt stronger than before. Jay stayed for most of the day, only leaving earlier on to grab some things from my apartment, mostly my laptop. For the last few hours, I had the program up on my laptop, watching Y/N’s tracker blink rapidly. I knew where she was, some opera house in the fancier side of Detroit; a place I knew Roeg frequented a lot. After looking online, I found out there was a show there tonight, starting shortly, so my plan needed to be moved up. I wanted to go after Y/N long ago after I found out where she was but once more, Jay halted me. I couldn’t go in there angry and create a scene which could potentially get Y/N killed. The only reason why I knew she was still alive was because the tracker worked with body heat. As long as her body was still warm and pumping blood, the tracker would work.

One of the things Jay brought from my apartment was my long leather jacket, a bag of weapons, and face paint. With dark paint rimming my eyes, I played with the sword in my hand, extending it towards the dirty and broken mirror in front of me, cocking my head to the side. I opted out of wearing a shirt, not bothering to look presentable where I was going.

I was about to go to war for my wife, ready to slaughter anyone who dared hurt her and take her from me. Clearly, all of my other attempts to show people what happened wasn’t enough. They all needed to be skinned alive.

Feeling a presence behind me, I glanced over my shoulder towards the large crow who was perched on the table in front of the hidden safe. He let out a loud noise, one which made me curtly nod.

“Soon. For now, we go save her.”

With my familiar at my side, I left the warehouse ready to take back what was fucking mine and put an end to it all.

READER

“He’s coming. Eric will save me,” I muttered to myself over and over again for what felt like hours.

It had been hours, nearly four since I first awoke at the opera house and with no sign of Eric coming, I began to fear the worst. Maybe his injuries from the crash were too severe to heal from and he was in fact dead. Which meant not only was I completely alone now, I had nothing left to live for. For all I cared, my mother could slice my throat and I would use my last words before death to thank her.

Speaking of my mother, Marion sat in the same seat in the balcony of the opera house, watching with glee as the show was nearing its end. Thankfully Roeg never showed up so I didn’t have to deal with him. But now the unknown of what was to come afterwards made my skin crawl with fear. Even though moments ago I admitted I was ready to die, part of me still wanted to fight; refuse to let the darkness win.

I thought of Eric and how it seemed like every time we finally found ourselves in a good spot with our marriage, something came along to destroy it. I began to wonder if this marriage was just a bad omen, something that needed to end to save the countless sufferings.

A round of applause pulled me from my thoughts so I glanced over towards my mother, who typed away on her phone. I could make out the text to Roeg.

The final act will begin shortly. Are you planning on showing up tonight or do I have to bring her to the estate?

Bring her to the estate? Bring me to the estate?

I wondered if it was a good idea or not if I allowed my mother to drag me to Roeg’s estate. Yes it’s where my sister was last seen so there’s a chance she could see me being held against my will and help me.

Right?

Just then, the door to the balcony box opened and my heart filled with new found life thinking it was Eric but nearly fell back to my ass when a pair of familiar eyes met mine.

“Hello there, sister. It’s about time you woke up. I didn’t think I hit you that hard,” my sister said with a sinister smile breaking out across her face.

Something deep within that smile told me my sister was not here to save me. Quite the opposite actually. However, it wasn’t that revelation which made my heart shatter into pieces. It was something else entirely.

Eric wasn’t coming to save me. He broke his promise.

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