"The Missing Link"

Season of the Witch Fanfiction

Note: This is for my friends' Anna Songfic Contest. Now this one I found interesting, because it has the most unlikely pairing ever, but my friend still got it to work. The pairing is Anna/Demon.

Memories consume. Like opening the wound. I'm picking me apart again. You all assume I'm safe here in my room. Unless I try to start again.

Darkness. A heart of silence. A mind full of anger. This was all Anna knew. It had been far too long since she had been able to form the word "happiness". Alone in the world, she trusted no one, and there was not a soul in the world who trusted her.

I don't want to be the one. The battles always choose. 'Cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused.

She wanted revenge. Revenge on the people who made her an outcast, the ones who turned her once-light heart a jet black. He, the demon, had offered her the power she so desperately wanted. Originally, she had resisted His temptation, seeing that no good would come of it in her favor. However, it was too alluring to refuse.

I don't know what's worth fighting for. Or why I have to scream. I don't know why I instigate and say what I don't mean. I don't know how I got this way. I know it's not alright. So I'm breaking the habit. I'm breaking the habit tonight.

That damned knight Behman made her question what was right from wrong. Surely punishing those who shunned her seemed just. It intoxicated her to watch as the Plague killed every living being slowly and painfully. Overtime she had become deceitful and cold-blooded, just like Him, who lived within her. But Behman vowed to deliver her safely to the abbey, and stayed true to his word for most of the journey. Never before had anyone shown Anna such kindness, such security. The demon warned her not to trust the knight, that he would betray his words in time.

Clutching my cure. I tightly lock the door. I try to catch my breath again. I hurt much more than any time before. I had no options left again.

When the group finally neared Severac, Anna had lost all hope in Behman. He had nearly killed her in a fit of rage. Another lost cause. With new enmity set in, Anna allowed Him to take full control over her body. She trusted He would kill off her enemies without a problem. But it hadn't been so easy, as the priest saw through the disguise.

I don't want to be the one. The battles always choose. 'Cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused.

There was struggle, not just in the outside realm, where the knights and their priest fought to evict the demon from the earth, but also within Anna's heart. At the time she had felt no pity for those she killed off over the course of time. But now, having time to think inside her psyche, she realized Behman's anger had come from the deaths of Hagamar and Eckhart. Had she made a mistake? Had those lives she'd taken away been innocent?

I don't know what's worth fighting for. Or why I have to scream. I don't know why I instigate and say what I don't mean. I don't know how I got this way. I'll never be alright. So I'm breaking the habit. I'm breaking the habit tonight.

Her thoughts clashed. Her mind told her that she had done wrong, that He had fooled her into believing that all humans were her enemy. Her heart told her that she had good reason to trust the demon. He had taken her in, washed away her fears, given her the power to fight. Unlike Behman, He had stayed by her side the entire time. But what could be done of those lives that had been innocent? Perhaps there were some who truly believed she was innocent.

I'll paint it on the walls. 'Cause I'm the one at fault. I'll never fight again. And this is how it ends.

Over better judgment, Anna chose to fight for the demon. She wished for Behman's death most of all, for his betrayal. She hoped that it would all end with the defeat of the mighty knights. If others got word that a group of strong men were killed off by a girl assisted by a demon, no one would dare challenge her again. She didn't care if people feared her; being feared was far better than being rejected.

I don't know what's worth fighting for. Or why I have to scream. But now I have some clarity to show you what I mean. I don't know how I got this way. I'll never be alright. So I'm breaking the habit. I'm breaking the habit. I'm breaking the habit tonight.

The result of battle was mixed; all the men, except for the alter boy, had died. Including Behman. But the ritual had been finished in the nick of time, banishing the demon from the earth. She told herself that His exile was for the best. After all, many had died from her destructive powers, which the demon had given to her. But it was not so easy to move on. She barely had a grip on how long He had been with her, but regardless He had become a part of who she was. All she had now was an empty heart, missing pieces.