A/N- I was in the middle of wrapping Christmas presents and had to stop because plot kept coming into my head, demanding to be written. Be happy, people.

Black. Everything is shrouded in a cloak of blackness. There is no light anywhere, and no amount of effort will bring forth any light. No screaming and struggling will bring light back into the world. The only companion she had was the darkness, and that of the being that she could sense in the room with her. She did not know who or what it was, but there was something decidedly familiar about the being's aura. Still, she could not place what the being could be-friend or foe. She could only hope that it would not kill her. She could only hope that it was not-

….

They had appeared in Totheark's home, and it had not been Slenderman's doing. How they had wound up here was a mystery to the owner of said house, but the Faceless One had a pretty good idea about whose doing it was. The child must have done this, for Totheark certainly did not have the ability to teleport, not that he was aware of. Slendy looked down onto the child, only now taking a moment to look on what his son looked like. The child looked to be human, but there was one defining characteristic that was not human. The eyes, or lack thereof. There was only a blank expanse where the eyes should have been. Outside of that, the child was completely human.

Thoughts for the child were interrupted by the sound of someone screaming in what seemed to be pain. Both of the men headed toward the source of the sound. Screams were never a good thing when it came to this odd little family. The men could only hope that Anne had cut herself in some way, shape, or form, and that she had not been killed by something or someone. Still, knowing their luck, it was most likely the latter.

The scream had come from what sounded to be the baby's room. Totheark ran in ahead of his father figure, fully intending to defend his wife if the need be. The sight which greeted him made him stop, his blood freezing. There was some sort of creature bent over his Anne, draining her blood. From the looks of things, Anne was already dead. She was not moving. She was not fighting. Any signs of life were completely gone from the short woman. The normally masked man stood there, shock and emotional pain rooting him to his spot. All the man could do was cry out in shock. His cry only altered the monster to his presence. It looked onto the human with glaring red eyes and bared its rows of needle-like teeth.

The human had never seen something like this, but the Slenderman most certainly had. This was of the same type of creature that had attacked Ellaina a year ago. Memories of her nearly dying to this type of beast came to him. This only fueled the anger that was already searing through his blood. What right did this thing have to harm Anne? She had never done anything. Her only transgression was that she knew a paranormal entity. That most certainly did not warrant her death. He forced his son into the arms of Totheark and moved to defend the man. The monster had already taken the blood of someone he considered to be close to him. He was not about to allow the thing to kill any other.

Teeth bore, dripping with Anne's blood, the monster lunged toward the Slenderman. It could not understand why the Slenderman would want to defend a human. The humans were filthy creatures that needed to be exterminated from the world. He was only here on a job-kill the mother of the human child and allow the baby to live. So what if he killed one more human? What difference would it make? One less of their kind would make more room for his kind. It would also make more room for the Slenderman. Would he not like to live in a world where their kind ruled the day instead of the night? The thoughts of the monster proved to put him at a disadvantage. The monster was caught in the tendrils and subdued with what seemed to be very little effort from the Faceless One.

What is your purpose here? Slender asked, his "mind voice" speaking that of the language of the monster which was held captive. When the monster merely growled out a profanity, Slender knew that he would have to do this the hard way. So be it. This beast had caused Totheark pain. That pain was evident as the man sobbed over the broken body of Anne, and it was that pain which only served to anger the Slenderman all the more. What else could possibly go wrong today? Anne was dead; Ellaina was possibly dead; and the thing he had to call son looked the part of a monster. What was Fate up to? Did Fate simply like to make his life as horrible as possible? His grip on the monster became painfully tight, causing the red eyes to glow bright as a small hiss of pain escaped the teeth. Tell me why you are here, and I may consider releasing you.

The monster only smiled, showing off more of the blood it had taken from the little human woman. "She tasted wonderful. You know as well as I, Slender, that a woman who just gave birth tastes all the better." This comment only resulted in the monster having a tendril impale itself into the flesh. An organ of some sort was removed from the body. This display of physical torment did force a scream of pain from the monster.

Stay on topic. Next time, you will lose more than just one organ, Slender stated, not caring one way or another that the monster's blood was on him. He could care less if his clothing was stained. He did not care if the blood covered his skin. Then, something seemed to come to him. This creature, who was still trying to recover from the shock of being attacked, had red eyes. Totheark said that something with red eyes had been the one to attack at the hospital. The tendrils gripped the monster all the tighter, bringer its face to that of the Slenderman. Who are you working for?

The monster only spit in the face of der Ritter. He knew that his fate would be worse than death if he were to give up who he was working for. To die at the hands of the Slenderman would be horrible, but it would be preferred to dying by the hands of his boss. Still, the feel of those tendrils penetrating his flesh once again was not something he particularly enjoyed. The monster growled with agony as he felt the lithe members tearing through his flesh. They only seemed to be looking to cause massive internal damage. This damage would cause him to experience a painfully slow death. And, if he somehow managed to survive this, the pain from this encounter would always be with him. The tendrils, to sum things up, were causing permanent damage. It was when the tendrils suddenly pulled out of his flesh and began to rip away his extremities that the monster knew that telling the truth would be the better option.

"Slen! Slender, I will make you a deal. I'll tell you who I work for if you make my death nice and quick. No more of this torture crap," the monster stated, trying to make his voice loud enough to be heard over the tearing of his own flesh. Seeing as the Slenderman had paused in his ministrations, the other nonhuman took this as his cue to go on. "The one I work for is not human. I won't say his name, but I'll tell you where he is. Look for the Point that is Pleasant and you will discover the Domes of Truth. It is up to you to figure things out."

The monster had found that he had just enough movement to get himself free from the grip of the Slenderman. He certainly would not be able to fight, or even escape, but he could avoid having to give the name of his boss. When the monster found that he had his freedom, he quickly ended himself. Whether the Slenderman had planned to allow for this or if it had been a surprise to him, the monster would never know. All he would know was that he would avoid any more suffering on the planet earth.

The Slenderman stood over the body of the creature. What the creature had said made little sense to him, but at the same time, there was something about what he said that reminded him of some distant memory. What could it be, though? Still, he had other things that he would have to deal with at the moment. Totheark would need someone to help him through the loss of Anne. At the very least, he would still have the baby. As he approached the one he called son, something seemed to be rather off about the whole situation. Totheark was completely silent. The only sound was that of Anne's baby crying. The Slenderman would have gone to see what was wrong with Totheark had his own baby not gotten in the way. The child had been left to its own devices and was currently lying on his back, looking to be none too happy. The child seemed to sense its father was close, for he immediately put his hands in the air, as if demanding to be picked up.

Slenderman only looked down on the child. I thought that newborns were helpless and barely able to function on their own, he muttered to himself as he used a tendril to pick the child up. As soon as he was in contact with said child, they disappeared from Totheark's house. They ended up back in Ellaina's home. The elder of the two nonhumans glared at his son. You must stop doing that.

That baby merely giggled in what was likely mirth, seeming to be unaware of his father's thoughts over Totheark's condition.