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You saw him for the first time on the train. It was a normal night - rush hour and storming outside. You were stood with your back against the doors. He was unremarkable really, but there was something about the man who stood across from you on the opposite side of the carriage. He wasn't your type, really. Not that you had much of one. But there was just something about him. He wasn't much taller than you and his dark clothes were average at best. He generally looked a little disheveled, in fact. Perfectly average, perfectly normal.
Except he kept staring at you, and whenever your eyes met it was like you were looking into an inconceivably dark void. It almost seemed like he was superimposed into the world, like he wasn't supposed to be there. He just didn't fit. You felt the weight of his eyes watching you as you fiddled with your coat button. Taking a shaky breath, you felt the train pull into your stop and you didn't dare glance at him another time before you stepped off, back into the real world.
When you got home that night, the man laced your thoughts. It wasn't unusual for you to get a little crush on strangers you walked past on the street. It came with the loneliness, you supposed. You never intended to live alone: no one ever did, you thought. When you were a teenager you'd make hollow promises with your friends that you'd all live in a house together, like some kind of dream. Things just didn't turn out that way.
You were happy, really though. Well, satisfied might be the better way to put it. Satisfied with mediocracy. Satisfied with passing glances with strange men on the train as a void form of intimacy.
With the glare of the TV lighting up the room, you sat and ate.
Eventually you forgot him.
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A week later, you irritably stalked through the streets toward the train station. Your boss had made you stay a couple hours late. It didn't happen very often, and they treated you well really, but you couldn't help but be resentful over it. Getting home in the dark wasn't something you did by choice.
Gratefully however, with the late hour you managed to get a seat on the train. That only happened once in a blue moon. You sighed, daydreamin as you readjusted your skirt in your new seated position. Then you glanced up to the other end of the carriage, and saw him. Your heart skipped a beat. You'd completely forgotten about him. How on earth did you miss him when you got on?
He was sat on a seat facing your own, but on the other side of the carriage so he clearly hadn't seen you. His head was leant against the window, and he wore earphones - you noted that h lightly mouthed along occasionally. In this new position you could study him properly, without his eyes baring into your skull. He was fairly unkept, and looked...anxious? He kept nibbling his lips between muttering lyrics to whatever he was listening to. But he still had the same effect as last time. Like a shadow. It was like he was surrounded by a darkness, kissing the edges of his form.
Last time it was charming, interesting even. You never thought you'd see him again. Now it was almost frightening. It was a strange coincidence that he was on the same train as you, the same carriage, at the same time. You breathed a little heavier as you remembered all the rush hours you had travelled in over the past week. Looking down at your shoes the entire time while surrounded by business men and students. He could have been there every day, breathing down your neck, spreading his darkness so it hit your very heart. The thought terrified you. But you couldn't deny your persistent excitement, either.
You dragged your eyes away from him, conscious of your overthinking. He wasn't even looking at you, it was clear he had no idea that you were there. And even if he did, he wouldn't recognise you. The plain girl from the train a week ago? He would have no idea.
With that thought, you grounded yourself. There was just something about him, though. He plagued your thoughts like a parasite.
Distracting yourself, you turned to look out of the window. It was almost utter blackness outside but you could see some shapes that moved and twisted like something out of a fairy tale. They could be trees, or people, or monsters and you'd never even be able to tell.
Your heart beat a little faster, feeling warm all of a sudden. You liked the dark, really. There was something about the winter air and early evening blackness that wa warm despite the cold temperatures. Your curiosity and imagination could roam free in darkness, and the eeriness could be exciting. But in the real world there were plenty of things to be terrified of in the dark, none of which were fantasy monsters.
Refocusing your eyes, you noted the mans reflection in the darkened window. He was still sat unmoving as he was before. You mentally reassured yourself, nothing to be worried about. Just a coincidence that you happened to see him again.
The announcements called your stop and you hurriedly gathered your bags to stand by the door. The train gradually ground to a stop and you risked one last glance at him over your shoulder.
You studied him for a moment, before your heart jumped to your throat. He was staring right at you. Not directly, but through the reflection of the window he leant against. In a panic, you glanced over at the seat you were in, and back to him. He didn't smile, nothing. Just stared, his lips moving lightly as if still muttering to himself.
The doors opened to your stop and you practically jumped out, rushing as fast as possible away from the platform and to the dark streets.
When you got back to your apartment you triple checked the locks on your door. You hoped that scrutinising the so harshly would put locks on your mind. Locking him out. But you couldn't forget him as easily this time.
He had been watching you the entire journey. He hadn't been staring out into the darkness, but he'd been staring at the reflection that displayed you so clearly, on the opposite side of the carriage.
You knew you were being impractical now, but your mind was on overdrive. You were probably wrong, he didn't even recognise you. If he was a creep he would have smiled, moved across the carriage and sat beside you, surely.
There must have been no way that the shadowed man on the train had been watching you.
That night you didn't expect to sleep. But you fell almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. Your dreams were filled with twisting and turning shadows, blackened eyes and the observing man. He was much more alive in your dreams, and seemed to merge with the shadows like they were one being. He stared down at you and drowned you in darkness.
You woke up in a hot sweat, terrified and impassioned.
-
The next day you tried to recollect yourself. You had to pretend you were okay at work anyway, despite being terrified of every customer that approached you, in case it was him. It never was. Throughout the day you gradually calmed down, managing to convince yourself that it was a complete overreaction and last night was just a...hiccup. A coincidence. A bad day. That's all.
When it came to getting the train that night however, you were flooded with panic. You'd gone through every other option you had. And as you stood on the platform watching those big headlights pull in, you wished more than anything that you had chosen to take the bus instead. But it was like a magnet. You couldn't live in silent fear. You needed to know if he would be there again, or if it really was a coincidence. He hardly even seemed real anymore, you had tossed and turned him around so many times in your mind. He was like a stalking nightmare that hid in the darkest dustiest corners of your brain. You ignored the tiny part of you that hoped you could see him again.
To your relief, he wasn't there. Despite the packed carriage you were sure to scan every nook and cranny to ensure that the man truly wasn't there. He wasn't. It was just a coincidence last night. Thank god.
When the train finally pulled into your stop, you were overcome with a final rush of relief. You had survived.
You stepped off, feeling light as air. You turned your right to head to the platform exit. Suddenly conscious of the few people that filed out of the other carriages, one caught your eye.
Him.
How could you have been so stupid? If there really was a creep that watched you through windows and infested your mind, you really thought he would follow you again on the same train carriage? Of course not, he had got on another. And now the train was pulling away, and the man from your nightmares was on your platform. And he was walking toward you.
You nearly audibly cried as you rushed and rushed to the exit, pushing past the people who flooded down the stairs. There was hardly room to run but you had to try. There was no denying it now, he was after you. He had always stayed on past your stop, there was no reason for him to be there.
Looking over your shoulder, you saw him standing at the top of the staircase like a horrifying statue. His features obscured in the light, he was just like your dreams, but worse.
Seeing him outside of the train was worse than you could have imagined. It was like he was infecting your real life now. Like pitch black ink slowly drenching your entire being. You felt like you were drowning in it.
Trying not to arise suspicion, you limped as fast as you could through the streets to your apartment. It was a few blocks away still. Shit. You repeatedly looked behind you, but you never saw him again. You hoped he was implanted at the top of those stairs. You hoped he really was just a statue and your mind had got the better of you, making him seem real. You hoped and hoped and hoped.
You hoped so much that you made a stupid decision. There was a shortcut to your apartment. An alley. There was only one flickering light that hardly did it's job at all, the rest of the passage was practically pitch black. But you checked behind you again, and the world was completely still. He wasn't following you, and you just needed to be home as fast as possible.
You hurried down the passage, blood rushing in your ears. The sound of your footsteps was deafening, but you just willed yourself to move faster.
You were halfway down the alley now, and when you glanced behind you could hardly see the light from the street you had turned off anymore. You swallowed anxiously, you didn't remember it being this long.
A loud thud behind you made you suddenly jump and stop in your tracks. It sounded like one, or ten, of the bins that lined the alley had fallen over. Shaking, you turned around.
It was him.
You could hardly stop yourself crying out. Your brain was so fried you hardly had time to question how he had made such a loud noise. He stalked toward you, sweat visible on his forehead and he continued gnawing on his lips. If you weren't so terrified you'd think he looked perfectly harmless. You tried to stumble away but anxiety kept you bound in one spot, simply watching him stare you down as he got a few feet away from you.
“Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you,” he held his hands up as if in truce.
You were visibly shaking and managed to back away steadily, only able to let out a practically inaudible squeak.
“Please don't go, shit we really fucked this up,” he laughed nervously, “I really didn't mean to scare you.”
You were shocked by his voice and visible anxiety. The darkness you had seen in him seemed to shift away as he stepped into the dim flickering light. He seemed like any other guy. Had you really just been running away from some random man, all because you'd let your imagination get the better of you?
“I- stop, please stop following me,” you managed to choke out.
He furrowed his brow, “let me explain. Fuck, how am I gonna explain this, I uh-“ his voice was shaky and he muttered some things like he was talking to himself. He brought his hands up to rub his temples like he was in pain? Or something like that. Like he was trying to hold something back.
His eyes met yours, and you saw it again. His pupils appeared pitch black and you could have sworn they changed shape, pulling and twisting slightly like the shadows you watched out of the window at night.
“Stay away from me, I have no idea who you are,” you spluttered out, finally gathering the courage to turn and stumble away down the passage.
After only a few steps, he grabbed your arm. “Please wait, please wait, please listen to me,” he said shakily. He was close to you and he was burningly hot - it scared you.
You shook him off forcefully and tried to run off, seeing the light of the street lamps at the end of the alley.
Before you could reach the light however, you felt yourself trip on something. You yelled as you toppled, preparing for your skull to smash against the cold ground. Instead you were grabbed again, and steadied. You were almost crying, eyes scrunched shut and breathing heavy.
“Shit, shit, I'm sorry,” you heard him say again.
“We are not, she was trying to get away,” you heard another voice say. It was intensely deep and sounded like the night itself.
Your eyes shot open at the sound of it and realised you were still halfway to the ground, being pulled back by an unknown force. Apprehensively you glanced down at your waist to see a persistently moving, powerful, glistening pitch black mass curling around your torso. You squealed at the sight of whatever it was and squirmed in an attempt to get free. It hoisted you upright, back onto your feet and slowly uncurled from you. If you didn't know any better you'd say it was gentle with you. Before completely detaching itself, it grasped your shoulder and span you around to turn back toward the man.
Fear grasped every ounce of muscle in your body as you shakily raised your eyes to him. You felt as though this was one of your dreams, but you knew from the breath in your lungs and the pure feeling in your nerves that this nightmare was real.
The man still stood a couple of feet away from you, his brow still furrowed and looking more tired than anything. But out of his body protruded a thick black mass, constantly moving and changing. It hovered above his head, two bright white eyes and a horrifying jaw of teeth smiled directly at you.
If you weren't so worn out, you would scream.
Instead you stared, shaking and feeling as though you were drifting in and out of consciousness.
“Hey, hey, are you okay? Venom, you scared the shit out of her, I told you this wasn't a good idea.”
He closed some of the distance between you and nearly seemed to be moving in to touch you, before he thought better of it.
“We were not getting anywhere Eddie, I have been patient for long enough.”
It talked. Whatever the fuck that thing was, talked.
It swooped in toward you, seemingly immune to any sort of physics or gravity. It held your gaze and you couldn't help but shake at the sight of its giant maw of teeth. Was it going to eat you? Oh god it was going to eat you.
“P-please,” you whimpered out.
“Eddie she is fine, see, she can still speak.”
“Yeah she's begging for her life because you won't leave her alone, fucker.”
The thing laughed, it was so deep that it seemed to rumble your organs deep inside you. You swallowed. You couldn't stop staring at it.
It moved in closer to you, and rubbed against your cheek for a moment. It made a deep growl-like noise. “You smell delicious, sweet thing.”
“P-please don't, please don't eat me,” you barely whispered.
It laughed again, making you sway. “Eat you? Oh we are starving, but we cannot eat you, you are special.”
It opened its jaw to reveal a huge tongue, but before it could go any further, it was suddenly pulled backwards. “Okay that's enough of that,” the man said scoldingly. The creature growled but obeyed and seemed to become smaller and almost visibly sit on his shoulder.
“I uh-yeah.”
You kept looking between him and that thing, mouth agape. He had lost his dark mystery now that the creature was out, he just looked more dishevelled than ever. It was clear what made him seem so out of place this past week, he had some sort of thing living inside him.
“What is that thing?” you muttered.
“Uh, this is Venom. I'm Eddie. He's an alien that sorta lives in me.”
You stared at him in shock. You saw the sweat on his forehead, and the pure anxiety on his face. He wasn't lying, you could only believe him.
“I- uh. How do I put this...” he tried to speak, noticing that you weren't going to say anything more.
“We were hungry.”
“Uh, yeah, he sort of gets real hungry sometimes and he does...eat people when theres no other option.” He saw your pure horror, and smiled awkwardly, “but we saw you and he got really, really hungry. I can't control him sometimes, you know. But it wasn't like the other hunger, not like that. He's been desperate, clawing at my brain for me to talk to you...and I was trying to find a good time but...”
“That's why you’ve been following me around,” you murmured, “it wants to eat me.”
“No! I just want to taste you,” he growled.
“Shut up!” Eddie scolded, “He doesn't exactly have human manners, but he's usually better than this. I really didn't want to follow you around like this, no wonder you're terrified.”
You barely heard him as your brain tossed and turned with thought. They were terrifying, but you couldn't remove the memory of Venom holding you up before you fell, you couldn't stop staring at his milky white eyes that burned into your skull. He was everything that you had dreamed about, everything you had seen behind Eddie’s eyes, everything that plagued your entire being, manifested in a physical form. You were scared, and overcome with disbelief, but you would be lying if you weren't a little excited by the whole ordeal. Now seeing Eddie’s worried face, Venom’s promises to not eat you. You couldn't trust them of course but...wasn't this the change to the mediocracy that you had secretly craved? Wasn't that why Eddie stood out to you in the first place?
You swallowed tentatively.
“What do you want from me?” You spoke as clearly as you could possibly manage.
Venom gathered himself once again, growing larger and closer to your face, “Didn’t you hear me before, sweet thing? We want to taste you,” he growled.
Eddie pulled him back a little, “no, we are going to leave. Or I can get rid of him and walk you home, whatever you want.”
You took a breath and looked at Venom. Reaching a hand up hesitantly, you traced his form with your fingers. He was...almost warm, and moved gently under your touch. He felt strange, like if you could touch a shadow.
“Okay Venom, just don't hurt me,” you murmured.
He seemed to shake with excitement. “Say bye to Eddie,” he sang.
You watched venom intrude back to Eddie’s body. You looked at his face, he was flushed and surprisingly looked excited himself. You began to wonder if it really was true that Venom was wholly to blame for all this.
Within a moment, the inky blackness of Venom’s form enveloped Eddie’s body completely, wrapping around him like a suit. What resulted was a terrifyingly tall, hulking beast that smiled down at you.
You gulped.
He must have been at least 7 feet tall, towering over you and looking. It felt like he was looking beneath your skin, analysing your bone and muscle. You shivered.
“We have waited for much too long for you.”
He didn't hesitate, refusing to have any distance between you and backing you onto the wall. You laughed nervously, “hasn't it only been a week?”
He reached an arm to lean on the wall next to your head. The loud thump his fist made rocked through you and made you shiver. You could hardly decipher his emotions from his face alone, but the way he towered over you, casting such a big shadow that it thrust you even further into the dark, he was like a predator. And you were the prey.
You had hardly had time to consider why Venom wanted you. He didn't want to give you time, it seemed.
Wringing your hands together anxiously, you stared intently into his gaping white eyes. What the fuck were you doing?
As if sensing your rising nerves, Venom raised his spare hand up to stroke your cheek. His hand was practically the size of your head, with claws that looked as though they would rip you apart. The gesture was appreciated, though.
“Are you sure this is okay?” He spoke softer than you had grown used to, and it took you a moment to process that Eddie was probably leaking through. They truly were like one being, you could hardly tell where Eddie ended and Venom began.
You nodded, “yes.” You were terrified, no doubt. But you were following your gut for once in your life. And it was telling you to fall under the temptation of this creature. Besides, you didn't think normal caution about strangers really applied to alien creatures.
Venom - still caressing your face - moved his hand away and down your torso. Yo were suddenly hyper aware of how flushed you were, and itched to remove your coat. As if reading your mind, Venom released you for a mere moment to give you time to slip it off. He grasped it from you and thrust it god knows where.
A small tendril protruded off his body and seemed to move independently. It had rustled around in your coat pocket and came out with your name tag, of all things. Venom grinned as he brought it up to his face before tossing it away too.
“Eddie says we are rude to not have asked your name.”
“I-it's okay,” you mumbled, not having the mind to care much right now.
Venom stalked back in closer to you, and looked impatient. “You smell so good, Y/N.”
Your heartbeat rose to a pace you were sure was unhealthy when you heard your name roll off his tongue. It sounded as though he was relishing the very word, as though it dripped with desire. He brought his clawed hand back up to your torso and pulled the hem of your shirt up. You murmured slightly as he exposed you like this, suddenly making you aware of how anyone could see you at any moment. Then again, no one would be as stupid as you to walk down that alley in the pitch black.
Your thoughts were cut short as Venom tore off your bra and growled. You defensively brought your arms up to hide your chest, but within seconds he had tendrils grasping your wrists and holding your arms down. Feeling his mass on your bare skin was much more intense than over layers of clothing. It was warm and moved constantly, almost like you were being submerged in a hot bath but heavy and alive.
He opened his maw wide and exposed his tongue once again. You hardly got to see it last time, and you nearly whimpered at the sight of it. Almost as thick as your arm and seemingly endless, it rolled out of his mouth and roamed over your chest.
Venom stared down at you intently while you squirmed in your bindings and struggled to stay quiet. It was so fucking warm and wet and devoured your skin inch by inch, savouring you while he growled gutturally.
“V-venom,” you squeezed your eyes shut and grasped at the wall behind you. You felt wholly and completely powerless beneath him, it was intoxicating and you could hardly contain yourself.
Retracting his tongue for a moment, he spoke, “your flesh tastes delicious.” Your cheeks burned and you itched to hide your face but your...situation still wasn't allowing you to move your arms. Instead you glared at the floor and breathed heavier than you thought you ever had.
“We need more,” he practically panted.
Without warning, he hoisted you into the air, suspending you at his head height with various tendrils. You could almost laugh as your head span - you knew now why Eddie kept him around. Even without him in your mind you felt merged with him, and never wanted him to let you go.
You yelped when his claw dipped under the hem of your jeans and yanked them down along with your underwear. You swore you heard a rip but could hardly care in these circumstances.
He held you almost above his head, angled so he was staring right at your pussy. You could hardly contain yourself, blushing and writhing against the tendrils holding you back. You looked down and froze when you saw his face. His eyes were wide and glassy, his tongue lolling out a little as he growled under his breath Although he lacked the usual human expressions, he wasn't exactly trying to hide how pent up he was.
“Venom, please, holy shit,” you whimpered.
He growled more audibly then, tendrils moving to hold your legs apart as he stepped between them. Wasting not a second, he tasted you slowly, dragging his heavy tongue over your entire pussy. You yelled out, the sensation so strange and new but fuck did it feel good.
“Sweet little thing,” he rasped. You twisted in his grasp but his strength was immeasurable. He controlled you completely, holding you in place dangerously far from the ground as he devoured you.
He was everywhere, running over your folds and thighs and clit while you cried out desperately. You almost forgot where you were, what you were truly doing. For now it was just you and him in your own world, predator and prey.
Tendrils caressed your chest, curling and searching for your pleasure while you writhed. His tongue moved lower and entered you before you could even breathe. The feeling of being filled consumed you, his tapered tongue reaching deep and curving to fit into all the right places within you. You couldn't help but groan, not helped when he pressed a large claw onto your lower stomach, that only intensified the pressure even further. It was like he wanted to feel himself moving inside you, through your very skin and muscle, and it made you shiver. He could pull you apart again and again and you would thank him for it.
He thrust into you faster, and a smaller tendril moved down your body to play with your clit. He was all over you. Like a second skin. You gasped out as you felt your peak edging close. He chuckled beneath you, sending coarse vibrations through your lower half. Tendrils held you tightly, moving around your body almost lovingly, almost as if to encourage you on.
“V-venom,” you could barely make out. Continuing to caress every part of you and thrust into you, the monster growled again. You took that as encouragement while breathing heavy an grasping at the tendrils surrounding you. The claw on your stomach moved to lightly trace sharp nails over your skin, and the hint of pain finally pushed you over. You cried out, trying not to shake too much while he held you up. As you came you could focus on nothing and everything, completely overstimulated by his grasp.
When you came to, you found yourself back safely on the ground in Venom’s arms “Okay?” he asked. If you had any sense left in you you'd have noticed the hint of concern in his tone. You nodded and lazily smiled at him, hardly able to keep your eyes open.
“Good girl,” he rasped, gently returning you to stand on the ground before retracting back into Eddie.