I am not a native speaker, but I did my very best to translate one of my stories in English.
I hope you enjoy it.
I don't owe the characters and I don't earn money with them.
The Beast Inside
The darkness carried him home again. He parked in the driveway and listened to himself. He loved this dark bliss. The beast in him had been appeased, had gotten what he wanted, and now lay full and content in the darkness of his soul. Barely visible, only a pair of piercing yellow eyes that surveyed the surroundings before they closed tiredly.
Tomorrow morning, after some sleep and a shower, he would be Danny Williams again: father, cop, member of Five-0. But now he was still out with his beast, and he enjoyed the feeling of being someone else. Tomorrow he wouldn't miss it anymore. Until the beast became restless again, reared up inside him and at some point he could no longer - no, wanted - to prevent it from resurfacing.
If his life was like a marriage, then Beast was the hot affair. Oh, he loved his life, really loved it, but every now and then he couldn't resist the pull of the beast within him. Then he became someone else, dancing with the beast, allowing himself to be seduced by him, and enjoying the darkness of this meeting.
He discovered it within himself months ago and he hasn't been able to get away from it since. Sometimes he repressed it, sometimes he loathed it, but mostly, mostly he looked forward to the next night out with him.
He got out of the Camaro and entered his house. As soon as he let the door slide shut behind him, he felt that he was not alone. But he strangely didn't feel threatened, either by the person or the fact that she was here NOW. The beast within him only raised his head in attentive curiosity when he heard a familiar voice.
"You have to stop this, Danny," his friend said into the darkness of the small house. It wasn't an order, the tone wasn't even particularly accusatory. It sounded more like well-intentioned advice.
He turned and leaned his back against the front door. His smile was unfazed and cool as he stared expectantly in the direction the voice had come from. "Or else what?" he asked with raised eyebrows.
The beast stood up in his corner.
'He's not a threat,' Danny soothed.
'But we could still play with him.'
The small floor lamp next to the couch was turned on and brightened the living room a little. Steve sat hunched over on the sofa, his elbows resting on his thighs, his eyes fixed on his partner. Danny could see that he could see the change, he could see that Steve not only saw Danny, but also the beast within him and the darkness that surrounded the two of them.
"Otherwise you will eventually go too far. And then there's no going back," Steve answered the question worriedly.
Danny pulled one corner of his mouth up into an almost snide grin. His friend was afraid he was going too far. So the status quo was NOT a problem for him? Good to know. Morality was a beautiful thing if you bent it however you wanted.
"You know when this started, right?" he replied, still grinning. He liked watching Steve react irritated and puzzled to THAT Danny. It seemed to throw him off guard. And, oh, that was a nice feeling!
'Yeah, it's okay to play. Let's play with him a bit.'
The beast sat down next to him.
Steve nodded and held the gaze. Was it difficult for him? Almost looked like it. Well, the Super Seal couldn't handle a Dark Danno. His grin grew wider. And darker.
"Danny, that… with Ray Beckett… that was something different! It was about the girl's life, there was imminent danger!" Steve said sharply. His forehead was furrowed. "And don't tell me it's my fault! It was entirely your decision!"
Yes that was it. And it had felt good. So good. It finally felt like he could REALLY do something, REALLY punish the bad guys. He was still grinning darkly. "Yes, it was. It's not your fault, Steve. Do you feel better now? Did you want to hear that from me? It's not your fault. You just took the badge from me and left the field to me." Steve looked at him tensely. The conversation obviously didn't take the direction he had expected, the blonde cop noted smugly.
'Are we still playing?' the beast wanted to know from him.
,Oh yeah!'
"Danny, damn it, that's why you can't go out at night and beat men into the hospital!" Steve suddenly rumbled and stood up.
The beast next to him raised and tensed his muscles while Danny didn't move. His eyes sparkled and he appeared completely unimpressed by Steve's appearance in front of him.
'We're not playing anymore, are we?'
,I'm not sure.'
The beast lowered its head and began waving its tail back and forth aggressively.
"They're not men, Steve! These are pigs! Lousy, child-abusing pigs! They deserve a lot more than what they get from me!" Danny snorted. The cold grin had left his face, darkness was in his eyes. There it was again, that unbridled anger inside him.
The beast growled next to him.
Steve sighed. "They've served their sentence," he tried, but his tone revealed that the argument wasn't really solid for him either.
Danny narrowed his eyes angrily. "They may have been in prison. How long? Five years? Ten years? For how many years will these children's lives be destroyed?"
Steve wiped his face. He didn't seem to know what to say. Danny smiled coldly again and watched him.
'We're not playing anymore!'
"If you don't stop, you'll end up behind bars," Steve finally said.
The beast in him stiffened even more, Danny felt it, everything tightened, he clenched his fists.
'He wants to lock me up again'
'He let you out first'
'And now he wants to lock me up again'
'He won't!'
Danny scowled at him. "I'm going to end up in jail? Do YOU want to send me there?"
Steve stroked his face again. "At some point you're going to go too far, Danny! At some point you're going to kill someone. Either by accident, or… and then…" he didn't finish the sentence, instead throwing his arms helplessly to the side.
'We should do something about it'
'HE is not on your menu!'
The beast stalked around him, tense and ready to take control at any moment.
Danny watched Steve in front of him, who looked at him helplessly, probably hoping that Danny would now tell him to stop. But he wouldn't stop, he COULDN'T stop and he didn't WANT to stop either. That feeling when he hit these men's faces with his own fists until they lost consciousness. When skin burst, when blood ran, when bones broke. Knowing that they deserved it, that they actually deserved much more. The impending danger Steve spoke of was real, Danny was aware of that. Was it even a danger? Or a logical consequence that would happen sooner or later? And would he be sorry then?
The beast next to him purred comfortably at the thought.
'Shouldn't you go to sleep?'
'No, I'd rather stay awake and take care of you, Danny!'
Danny stepped away from the door toward Steve, still looking him straight in the eyes. "You shouldn't have come here," he stated quietly without elaborating on the words. "Then tomorrow everything would have been as usual."
Steve swallowed. "And now it won't be," he said quietly. He probably meant to phrase it as a question, but it came out as a sad statement. He grimaced again, as only he could.
'I'll stay with you, I'll never go to sleep again'
"No," Danny replied. That said everything.
END