A.N: [WARNING]: A very graphic scene with pain and gore, including tearing parts of the body. 

Another update because it's not really an update day if we don't have a Hisoka chapter, right ;) Also, the other chapters were supposed to be last night, but my power went out from a thunderstorm :O

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Shelves shook, and glass rattled with the booming slam of Violet's apartment door. Stress ravaged her system, turning to anger. It all worsened both mental and physical fatigue.

"Where does he get off?" she bellowed to the empty room. "No good deed goes unpunished. No wonder Hisoka only looks after himself!"

Stomping towards the small kitchenette space, she threw open the fridge door and chugged water back like a rabid wolf. The only sound was the quickened beats of her heart rate across her ears. A stinging sensation prickled her nose as the pace of her heart slowed to more normalcy.

"No!" Violet sobbed as a few tears budded at the corners of her eyes. "He isn't worth crying over. Even if he did basically call me a monster."

She stood over the sink, controlling her breathing. I'm cold and brutal. Why is that such a bad thing?

"My ankles are killing me." Throwing her head back, she groaned. "I'm so exhausted. It has to be the fatigue. Why else would the opinion of someone matter? Especially someone from a world I don't even belong in."

A yawn overtook her ability to suppress, and Violet ambled past the walk-in closet before the queen bed that sat against the closet wall. She entered the washroom on the far side of the apartment, across from the sitting area. Reaching the sink vanity, she secured the last of her pain medication.

Violet stumbled onto the extravagant sofa facing a coffee table and two armchairs across from it. Groaning, she moulded into the comforting fabric.

"I'll relax until the drugs kick in, then shower and sleep."

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Startled, she shivered and opened her eyes to a dark room. Groaning, she blinked and saw the room was vertical from her sleeping position on the couch.

"Shit. How long did I nod off?" Spying out the balcony doors, an abnormal grey mist surrounded everything. "Something isn't right. Why is the city so dark?"

Anxiety emerged and multiplied, starting at her midriff and spreading into body tension. Lifting herself into a standing position, she travelled to the front door. Reaching for the door handle, she jolted back after a moment of contact.

Something isn't right. The cold seeped into her bones in a desolate manner. Driven by an unknown force, she reached for the handle and opened the door. Something evil wafted through the air. She could sense it as sinister as death given a physical form.

Every light in the hallway was dark, with the outline hardly visible. Releasing a frightened breath, the hot air from her lungs met the icy hallway, breaking into an ominous mist midair.

"No." Shaking her head, she stepped back into the room. "Where is my phone? I need help."

Hastening her pace towards the nightstand, she reached for the mobile salvation. Before reaching the phone, goosebumps saturated every part of her skin. The malignant sensation made Hisoka's bloodlust seem like that of a peaceful monk.

A force struck from behind, and Violet grunted as she was forced face down into the mattress. Sharp weapons sunk deep into her shoulders and back like clawed knives. The shrieks of her shrill agony blanketed every surface of the apartment. White hot heat devoured every part of the injured skin, and she trashed for an escape.

The weapon raked down her back, eliciting further bellows. Pain immobilised any escape options and made breathing a horrendous struggle. When the ability to breathe returned, it met the air as white clouds from her lips.

Nen remained at a distance despite all her efforts to defend with Ken or even Ten. Everything failed. She grew defenceless, falling deeper into her attacker's whims.

The assailant leaned over her body, settling their head beside her ear. Violet struggled despite the screaming wounds bubbling along her back where they wept. 

"Let me go!"

Parted lips by her ear released a cloud of steam into the air. It tinted with green and deep black. A gasp and widened eyes did little to aid her situation.

She shrieked as the demon retraining her form bellowed a shrill, unearthly call. Pressure built too high in her ears, and pounding pain burst through her ears. Her throat hurt from vibrations, but the scream remained silent as her eardrums ruptured permanently. Hot blood poured down her cheeks as the world spun from missing spatial awareness.

The creature grabbed the back of her neck, digging its nails deep into her throat, avoiding every vital structure while eliciting maximum torture. She was all too aware of the feast that would come next, her flesh primed and ready for the banquet. 

Jolting upright, Violet's eyes darting around. The living room was as it had been hours ago. Sweat bled off her skin from forehead to toes. Her entire body shook in residual terror.

A dream! I'm going to hurl.

Bile churned with impatient irritation. Covering her mouth, she raced for the washroom, knocking an armchair on its side in her wake. Snatching the wall, she used the hold and momentum to swing into the water closet and skidded across the cold tiles on her knees.

Several minutes passed as she evacuated every part of her stomach. Panting against the toilet rim, her cheeks cooled. The sweat still coated every aspect of her skin in sticky discomfort. Dripping sounded within the toilet bowl. Peeling her eyes apart, strings of red roamed across the white waters below.

"Red? I flushed it multiple times..."

She pushed off the edge of the seat to grab the vanity and hoist herself upright. The image that stared back from the mirror forced Violet to take a half step back. Touching her cheek, soft as a mother's kiss to an infant, she pulled her hand free and looked at the blood on her fingertips.

Returning to the mirror, Violet watched blood trudge slowly down either side of her face. She reached back to touch the source at her ears. She gasped.

"Oh, no. No." Her face paled, watching the terror strike her expression in the mirror. "After Effects. Fuck!"

Her elbows dropped to the sink counter, and her hands covered her eyes. Focusing only on breathing for a few more moments, she composed calm across her body. Looking forward once more, her colour maintained a pale version of normal.

"What am I going to do?" Violet furrowed her brows. Picking up toilet paper and towels, she busied her hands, clearing the blood from her ears. "Not much is known about the After Effects of demon venom, let alone black demons." Her teeth ground before the pain in her jaw alerted her to the action, and she stopped. "Wait. Hisoka purified those demons. Or did he? Maybe if I try the purification on me, it will remove whatever remnants are ailing me. It's worth a shot."

On the first step towards the door, knife-like pain slashed through her ankles. She caught herself on the vanity but not fast enough to prevent the fall to her knees.

"Great." Violet frowned. "I pushed too hard. I shouldn't have fought today, especially twice. Thanks so much, Hisoka."

A preparatory sigh pushed from her lips before she heaved her heavy body onto her feet once more. Limping to the front entry, she placed black flats onto her bandaged feet. This is not the brightest idea. However, waiting is just as dangerous, or I wouldn't risk it.

The journey to the forbidden floors proved uneventful, precisely as she had hoped. Reaching her destination, she paused. Her fingers found the silk of her dress and nibbled and picked at it. This really isn't a great idea. I just don't have another option. At least not one I can think of that may be as successful.

With one last deep breath, she knocked on the door. Don't be in, don't be in, don't be in...

Silence. 

Then shuffling and gentle steps sounded beyond the door. The handle moved downwards. Fuck. No turning back now.

Hisoka appeared; walking forward to fill the doorway, he grinned at Violet with perverse amusement.

"My~ To what do I owe such an honour? I thought you would need at least a few days to decide on my proposal." He smirked sweetly. His typical demeanour had returned, and all signs of the out-of-control insanity were absent. "Or did you change your mind on the other offer~♥"