CH 3: Blood Bond

After gathering up her clothes from the bathroom, Abigail got dressed and found Will waiting for her in the kitchen.

He smiled, giving her a mock salute with an old coffee cup. It said World's Greatest Dad on the side, making her shiver. She wondered if he'd chosen that mug on purpose.

"I would've made you some, but I didn't know when you were coming out," he said. "You must've really needed a breather."

Not taking the bait, Abigail folded her arms and stepped further into the room, her damp hair clinging to her cheeks and neck as she frowned. "How did you know where to find everything?"

"It's a kitchen, Abigail. It might not be mine, but all homes tend to have the same basic setup."

Pursing her mouth, she watched him take a drink and regard her with sly, amused eyes over the rim of his mug. With the pending threat of Anders' arrival, she was becoming increasingly agitated.

"Are you sure you don't want a cup?"

"I'm fine, thank you."

Leaning his weight against the counter, Will set his coffee aside and exhaled. "Abigail, I know someone's coming."

Her breath hitched and she gaped back at him, her lips pinching as she affected a look of nonchalance. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Your phone," he clarified. "I read your texts."

With the blood rushing from her face, Abigail unsteadily took a step back, her fingers digging into her forearms tightly enough to bruise. "Why would you do that?" she weakly asked. "Those were private…"

Slowly moving toward her, Will's eyes remained deceptively kind as he reached out to cup her cheeks. "I needed to know I could trust you," he whispered. "Evidently, I was wrong to think you were loyal."

With her breath feeling like fire in her lungs, Abigail swallowed and looked up at him with sharp, narrowing eyes. "I am loyal," she fiercely said. "To Marissa."

Will flashed her a lopsided smile. "I suppose it's a good thing I killed her then, isn't it? When I want something, I don't like to share."

Abigail moved to strike him, but he easily caught her hand, chuckling at the fire that raged across her eyes.

"You should see yourself right now," he whispered. "It's beautiful…the simple spark of rage that can plummet us all into ecstasy. You have it, Abigail – that propensity for darkness that can be tipped just so with the proper influence."

Abigail's eyes welled up with tears. "I don't have it…I'm nothing like you."

"I've texted the agent," Will said, ignoring her protests. "I told him I'm out gathering supplies, so he's going to knock three times to announce his arrival. When he comes to the door, you're going to let him in."

Abigail shook her head. "I'm not going to hurt anyone else, Will – please, I can't."

Sweetly brushing his thumb along her cheek, Will smiled in that cruel, gentle way that only he could give. "I know you'll make the right decision, Abigail. You've never been one to choose someone's life over your own, so why start now?"

She flinched. "That's not fair…"

"Life isn't fair, sweetheart. I think you owe it to me – to yourself – to prove just what you can do."

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Speak of the devil."

Mouth growing dry, Abigail fearfully looked over her shoulder and shook her head. "I can't…what if-?"

"Nothing will happen, just so long as you follow my lead."

Childishly, Abigail thought of making him promise, but the look he gave her was far from conciliatory. In an instant, she was transported back to her father's cabin, the blood on her hands sticky and sickly-sweet as he gave his commands. Back then, she had had to tell herself it was them or me, if only to make the act somewhat palatable. Now was no different.

"Go on," Will said, his patience wearing thin. "I don't want to give him a reason to draw his weapon."

Nodding in defeat, Abigail turned and headed into the foyer, her heart thudding in her ears as she tensed her fists by her sides. Would she ever be able to save herself, she wondered? Maybe deep down, she didn't want to be saved.

With her hand pausing on the doorknob, she bit her lip and twisted it, now opening the door and gazing upon Agent Anders' kind face.

"Are you still alone?" he lowly asked.

Nodding, Abigail stepped back to allow him entry. "He probably won't be back for another twenty minutes."

"Good. That'll give us time to plan this out."

Tasting bile, Abigail turned and began leading him toward the kitchen. "So what were you thinking?"

She crossed the threshold then, and as soon as Anders followed, Will pressed the barrel of his gun against the agent's temple.

"Yeah," he purred, "what were you thinking? Inquiring minds want to know."

Anders' eyes darkened with recognition, and guiltily, Abigail huddled over by the sink.

"We can all be rational about this," he said. "Nobody has to get hurt."

"True," Will agreed, "but where's the fun in that?" Triumphant, he knocked his gun against the back of Anders' head, but miscalculated the man's tolerance for pain. His scalp split, and if anything, the bloodshed fueled him into action.

Ducking forward, Anders launched himself at Will's middle and shoved, causing Will to misfire before the two went sprawling to the floor.

Abigail yelped and shielded her face.

Grappling against the tile, Will pushed up on the other man and Anders landed a punch, causing Will to laugh as blood gushed from his split lip.

Anders hit him again and again, and the repetitive motion caused Will's gun to go skittering across the floor. Abigail gaped at it helplessly.

"Abigail," Anders called to her. "Give me the gun!"

Laughing, Will fended off the man's next punch with a giddy rush of adrenaline. "Abigail," he cajoled, "you know what to do, darlin'."

Barely moving of her own accord, Abigail plucked the gun off the floor in a daze, her hands shaking as she aimed it toward the scuffling men.

"Hurry up – shoot him!" Anders shouted.

Mouth slack and vision wavering, Abigail swallowed as she tried her damndest to steady the revolver. Anders snarled and reached for something inside his pocket. The minute Abigail saw a flash of silver, she panicked and fired – not once, not twice, but three times.

With several short, frenzied inhalations, she backed away and dropped the gun to the floor, her knees giving out as Will started laughing beneath Anders' fallen body.

"Is he…? I-is he…? With her throat closing around the words, Abigail dizzily swayed once she realized that Anders wasn't moving. He wasn't moving.

Rolling out from underneath the fallen agent, Will looked to his savior with pride, intrigue, and a growing hint of desire. She was shaking and crying, but she was still his dark goddess, glowing brightly amidst the intoxicating stench of blood and decay.

Sobbing piteously, Abigail began reaching for Will amidst her panic, her hands outstretched as she sniveled and crawled feebly across the floor. Make it all go away – just end it all, make the pain stop. He could do it, couldn't he? Undo all the hurt?

"You did so well, sweetheart" Will crooned, suddenly sounding kind and gentle. He took hold of her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her forehead with his injured, blood-encrusted mouth. His arms wrapped around her then, and she hated how she practically melted into his embrace.

Yesyesyes, please help me, please help me.

Beneath their knees, Anders' blood was beginning to pool across the floor and seep into their clothing, leaving Abigail oddly cold despite the sickening warmth. When she withdrew from Will's arms, it took her a moment to realize that the blood on his clothing had transferred onto her own.

"You look beautiful," Will whispered. With his eyes raking over her shaking frame, he eagerly pressed his palm between her breasts and smeared the blood-spatter, entranced by the grotesque work of art they had created.

In spite of her horror, Abigail could feel her nipples hardening beneath his touch. Her mouth fell open as her eyes met with his. They were like dark, giddy pools, glistening faintly in the light.

Will's hand cupped the back of her neck, and then he fiercely yanked Abigail toward him, her hands reaching out to grip his bloody shirt as he angled in to press a soft, barely there kiss against her mouth. This is yours, too, he seemed to say. Share it with me.

Looking up at him when he withdrew, Abigail felt the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she reached for him yet again. They could've died. It was either him or them. Tugging him back, she opened her mouth beneath Will's explorative tongue and allowed him to plunder past her lips, the coppery taste of blood filling her senses as he pressed his mouth more strongly to hers.

Chuckling into the kiss, Will allowed the scene to play out over and over in his mind: Abigail with the gun, the trigger being pulled, and then the light in Anders' eyes suddenly gone. How beautiful she looked with murder in her gaze.

Soft, hitching sobs were still shaking Abigail's slight frame, but she now gripped desperately at Will's shoulders, refusing to let him go as the kiss become more firm and bruising. Beneath their knees, she could still feel the lukewarm blood seeping into the fabric of their pants. The adrenaline rush was beginning to make her giddy. They were alive. They were alive and Anders was dead. And because Will seemed oddly proud, she felt oddly proud. Her mannerisms had always been rather chameleonic growing up, given how she wanted to please whomever was giving her the attention. And in that moment, it was Will giving her the affirmation that she needed, and as their kiss grew wanton and frantic, she slid her hand beneath his shirt and licked at his bloodied lips.

"You're mine," Will growled at her. A responding throb pulsed between her thighs, and as he held her firmly against his front, Abigail's mouth slipped off his in a gasp, startled when she felt his firm, rock-hard arousal pressing into her belly. Her shadowed eyes lifted and she allowed him to rip her shirt from her trembling frame, a soft noise catching in her throat as Will's hands began to smear the blood across her chest. His strong, groping hands kneaded at her flesh, and Abigail sighed as she arched up into his possessive touch.

His eyes almost seemed dark and inhuman — haunted — but she found herself slipping into his lap and rolling her clothed heat along the firm, rigid bump of him over and over, working him into a rhythm as her hair fell into her line of vision.

With his teeth gritting, Will firmly grasped onto her hips and groaned. Abigail was insatiable. With the fire in her eyes now mirroring his own, he grinned a bloody grin and worked her down over his cock, forcing her hips to grind down more strongly into his arousal.

"I know what you want," he whispered, his voice a deep rumble as he hovered his lips over her gasping mouth. "Why don't you beg for it, hmm?"

While Will lowered to nip along Abigail's throat, she murmured and clutched at his shoulders. As he slid a hand beneath the hem of her jeans and panties, Abigail's thighs parted in surrender. His thumb stroked her clit and she gave a soft, pitiful mewling sound and melted into his touch, her expression dark as she pushed on his chest and shoved him down onto his backside. Will thudded hollowly against the floor, mere feet away from Anders' cooling corpse. He laughed darkly.

Leaning over him, Abigail felt nauseated by how aroused she was — by how open and free she felt with a stranger's blood on her lips, Will's hands on her waist, and his thick, clothed cock grinding between her thighs.

"Will?" His name came out more like a question than an exhale, and with her hands slipping around his throat, she squeezed in an attempt at getting him to look at her. His stare electrified the moment and Abigail paused her rocking movements, now wriggling out of her jeans and panties so that she could writhe more freely against his bulge. She didn't know what the hell was wrong with her…a part of her knew this was sick, and yet she fell willingly into his arms and claimed his mouth in a bruising kiss, sucking at his tongue as her hips began to furiously pump and roll into his throbbing arousal.

Will broke the kiss and looked up at her with dusky eyes. He gripped harshly at her waist, his cock throbbing and twitching with need. Abigail could see the blood pooling around his head like a dark, twisted halo, and her mouth hovered over his as she whined and dragged her throbbing slit across his jeans. The textured stimulation made her claw at his shoulders and she gasped, soaking the material with her slickness as she slid across his erection again and again and again. Will's hands were back on her hips helping her – guiding her as she ground into him with firm, deliberate motions.

When Abigail rose to adjust, Will took advantage of the movement and slid a hand between her legs, flicking her clit with his bloodied thumb as she arched and shook, her breasts heaving while he squeezed and stroked the sensitive bud. Beneath her rolling hips, she could feel him struggling to remove his jeans.

"Spread yourself for me," he growled.

She paused her movements and aided in his disrobement, his whispered plea sending a shiver down her spine as they locked eyes. With his arousal bared and straining, she momentarily thought of taking him in her mouth – of pleasuring him as he writhed and tugged desperately on her hair – but something told her that Will didn't want foreplay. There was a raw, needy quality in him in that moment, and she felt it, too. She wanted this just as much as he did.

Yanking Will up by the hair, Abigail roughly joined their mouths and bit down on his bottom lip, licking at the droplet of blood before settling against the stiff bar of his erection. Obedient to his earlier plea, she reached between them and spread her cunt, groaning into the kiss as she felt his tip press into where she ached for him.

Beginning to move, she soaked him with her silken folds and gasped, each rocking motion aiding in her tease as she prepped him for her descent. Swiveling her hips, Abigail lowered herself onto his cock and snugly took him in, a soft cry catching in her throat as she began to buck and grind in his lap. With each rise and fall against Will's body, she curled her toes and arched. This was it…this was what she needed.

"You're soaking wet," Will whispered. Licking at her thrumming pulse, he smeared her fluids around her clit as he worked the stiff, sensitive little bud.

Mouth agape, Abigail shuddered and could sense Anders in her peripheral. Eyes dark, she reached between them and wrapped her hand around the base of Will's cock, her hand slowly pumping him from below as she rode and swiveled around the straining head of his arousal.

"Fuck," Will swore, his jaw clenching.

Their bodies molded together so naturally, the mad coddling the mad.

Will was gripping at her tightly enough to leave bruises. With her nails scrabbling against the tile floor, Abigail jerked her weight forward and sighed into his neck, bouncing her hips to force more of his cock into her wet, tight heat. Kissing a burning path from his throat to his collar bone, she gave a frustrated huff when his shirt got in the way. Looping her fingers beneath the hem of the bloody garment, she irritably jerked it over his head and bared his heaving torso to her eager lips and tongue. Latching her mouth onto his skin, she sucked and bit down as her lips journeyed to wherever he would allow, her hand palming him between the legs as she continued to buck and twist in his lap.

Will's arms came around her strongly and he bit down on her collarbone, causing Abigail to yelp and tug on his hair as she rode him. Urging his mouth away from her skin, their eyes met for a fleeting moment before she crashed her lips into his, moaning softly into the kiss as she forced his hands to cup and tweak her blood-stained breasts. Mewling piteously, she throbbed around him as she once more gazed over her shoulder. Anders remained still, cold, and dead, and her eyes fluttered closed as she jerked onto Will's cock more strongly. "Don't let go," she pleaded. She was afraid of waking up – of discovering that she really was this monstrous, and that the deep, thrilling pleasure swelling inside her was all a part of her true psychosis.

Will buried his face into her shoulder with a low snarl. He was close—he could feel it, and as Abigail clawed at his shoulders, he jolted her small frame against his cock for better stimulation.

"Abigail, I need you to come."

Will's hands dug into her hips, and Abigail arched into his frenzied thrusts, her lips parting in aroused anguish. With a gruff squeeze, he rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger and his teeth sank into her left breast, causing her to yelp and yank on his hair. Will rubbed more vigorously at her clit as he bit down, causing the pleasure to mix headily with the pain. His tongue lathed her skin and her mind went blank, white-hot static buzzing throughout her nerve-endings as her arousal pitched and wavered. She was dancing dangerously close to the edge – she was so close that she could taste it.

With her forehead dropping against Will's shoulder, Abigail groaned into his skin and welcomed his hand between her legs, her thighs squeezing his hips as he teased her sensitive button. Their bodies rose and fell against one another with the need for satisfaction, and when Abigail gave a particularly ecstatic cry, she heard him echo the sound with a low groan. All at once, she began to spasm around Will's length and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, whimpering into his ear as she feverishly jerked and rolled her hips in time to her orgasm. With him stretched deep inside her, she gave several soft, enthusiastic murmurs as she convulsed against his torso.

This was it – the proof that she was a monster. A man's life had just been ended, and all Abigail had been able to think about was her own hedonistic, selfish pleasures. And more frightening still, she found that she still wasn't fully satisfied. There was a dark, throbbing craving spreading throughout her bosom, and as she cupped the back of Will's head, she tilted him back so that she could steal his breath in a harsh, drugging kiss that had her clutching for stability.

Abigail knew she shouldn't be surprised. Her life had simultaneously ended and begun in that very kitchen, and had always been the mark of many firsts – the loss of her very first baby tooth, her mother's offer to work at her dream job, her first college acceptance letter – and now this. Her very own rebirth.

Shaking and glowing post-coital, Abigail held Will's face in between her hands and sagged against him in defeat. You won, you monster, you won, you won.

A/N: Finally finished! I was lowkey inspired to make a dark Abigram AU fan vid on my YouTube account, KendraLuehr. The title is "break you down," if you're interested! And honestly, I'm considering writing a long/serious fic featuring the above vid idea, but on my other account, 'cause I'm surprisingly into dark!Will lately. Hope you all enjoyed this! And a special thank you to everyone who's commented! :)