Mad World: Faery!ScotlandXReader

"I ran from you!" you snarled.

You circled each other, the adrenaline from your chase spiking through your veins in jagged points that sent your heart racing like a train. Oh, how you had run – years of running… He stalked forward, suddenly, red hair wild about his head. You could smell the cigarettes and heavy beer that he normally drank, despite being a part of the Unseelie Court. He terrified you. You had been running from him for years. Yet he had found you. Because you had lived in the modern world, you had yelled at him and others saw nothing. You were taken to a hospital for the mentally ill because friends and family feared for your well being. You were fine. The Faery who haunted your every step was not.

"Not fast enough. Ye are mine."

He caught your arm. The fabric beneath his hand tore. He sneered. The fabric of your shirt worn was from use. They abused you in the asylum. One doctor took care of you but one person could not change the opinion of the world, even when she had the same 'illness' as you – the Sight. It was the ability to see Faeries. You had seen Allistor since you were young. When you were a child, you adored him, played with him, laughed with him. Your parents marked it off as an imaginary friend, but when you grew older, they worried, especially as you reached your later teens and you still saw Allistor. Many times doctors tried to convince you Allistor was not real. You knew he was. He had tried to convince you to eat the food of the Fey, yet you refused.

"Why are ye tryin' to run when I'm offerin' ya so much?"

You tore free of him, stepping back in alarm. You surly hadn't planned for things to go this way. Yet he didn't have the same plans for you. His plans were something entirely different than your own. He knew he would catch you. No matter how fast you ran or where you hid, he always found you. It frustrated you to no end. It had driven you mad to the point where you friends and family locked you away because of it. Nothing had ever hurt you more than that betrayal. You didn't trust other humans, not after the experiments that you had undergone or the suffering and depression you dealt with but this was life.

"You offer nothing! You never have!" you glared at him.

"'at so?" he asked.

He moved forward again. His gloved fingers reached out, caressing the skin of your face until you pulled away from him. You were glowering with the darkest of hatreds but this only spurred him further. You did not hate him. You could not bring yourself to hate him. The both of you knew this. You could verbally scorn him as much as you wanted to. You would never bring yourself to harm him physically. It was why you ran from him, not fought him when you encountered him in your later years. You knew he was to blame for your trip to the asylum. If he hadn't started making passes at you and scaring you with the way he was so possessive of you, you never would have burst in front of your parents.

They never would have sent you off if he hadn't made you speak to him in front of your parents. They believed you to be on drugs or hallucinating. Though, you loathed the ideas of using drugs to escape reality. It was only your doctor that believed that you were really telling the truth, only because she admitted she could see the Faeries too. She was trying to get you released but other doctors did not believe you mentally stable. You had been horrified when your doctor let Allistor in but she winked and left the door open. You took your chance for escape. You had no anticipated for Allistor to follow you and chase you down.

"This human world is dyin'. I offer ye magic…"

Again, quick as a snake, he was upon you. You cringed, expecting him to be harsh with you but he moved gracefully and fluidly. He did not hurt you but he was firm with you, making sure that you did as he ensured you would stay in place. His hands caught your wrists and holding you to him as you gasped. His strength was double yours and you could not break free from him. You were tired. You were hungry. You were wet and cold. Of course, he could over power you. With all sorts of things like that weighing you down, he would always be able to beat you. He was immortal and one of the Fey. Humans could be worn down by time and the Fey could go far longer than any human could.

"I'll give ye anythin' ye want."

You struggled against him, thrashing, ignoring the feel of it against your skin – the warmth of the magic as it reached out for you. Magic had been something you had given up when they sent you to the asylum. You had given up hope for magic. You claimed that you no longer believed in faeries but the doctor who had taken over seeing you had faeries floating about her at all times. You had enjoyed faery tales as a child. You had adored them and adored him. He had been your closest friend when you were a child. He had doted on you, telling you faery tales, playing games and caring for you when no one else noticed you.

"Get off me!"

You tried to push him back, but he seemed content to pull you closer, caging you within his arms, his hair tickling your skin as he leaned close. His mouth was now against your ear. You trembled. Days of when you would giggle as he told you obvious secrets about the silly things, like that he was a faery or that he thought you were pretty. You hadn't thought anything of them when you were a child, but now it terrified you. Had he just been grooming you until you reached a good ripe age? You didn't want to believe it to be true of your childhood friend but there was no other explanation. Why would a powerful faery waste his time on a pitiful mortal like you? It made no sense.

"________, why do ye run?" he asked, "We both know what ye want."

His breath raised goose-bumps over your skin. He moved, trapping you with one arm, so you were pressed full against his side. Again, you struggled against him, but despite the strength born from a life running, you could not break free. You ran mostly from him but also from the humans who dared to call themselves doctors. They hurt you because you were different and only your supervising doctor understood your pains. He was stronger, so you lost. He succeeded in keeping you trapped against him. He laughed, shifting your kicking form so you were in front of him, unable to harm him. You growled at him, wishing you had thought to grab something steel but you hadn't, not when you had see the gates open .

"Give in," he ordered, "Give in and I will give ya everythin'."

He laughed again at your indignant shriek, before suddenly clapping a hand over your mouth, shaking you slightly to make you still. They stood just under a small bridge, and above them he heard voices; mortals, seeking the source of his lovely __________'s cries. In his arms you fell as silent as the moon, though your eyes seethed with a hunted anger. He grinned wickedly at you, knowing you would make not a sound. For all your talk, you could not stand mortals any better than he could… But he knew they hurt your more than he could ever manage to in a thousand years of his immortal life. You were mortal, but there were means to fix that.

"Is someone there?"

The voice was young, male, showing only the edge of excitement. He found this a game. The hunt was on and you were his rabbit – he the dog. He would only be satisfied when you were caught once more. Allistor would not allow this to happen. He may not have been the Goblin King like Arthur, but he would not have let this happen to you. Arthur had only let him go after you because he had seen what the pining had done to his brother and how much calmer Allistor was when he was toying with your or near you in general. He had let Allistor free you from mortals and play his games so Allistor did not torment him or the kingdom because Allistor had sworn that he would not do so if he got you in return for his oath.

Allistor pulled you closer, raising a brow at your silent attempt to struggle against him. He knew full well that under your worn t-shirt you bore the marks of mortal distaste for the strange. He had seen them, after freeing you from the asylum they thought prudent to send you to. Why you saw fit to run from him afterwards was anyone's guess, really. But then he saw the frantic and panicked look on your face. He carded his hand through your hair and you calmed quickly, easing against him and holding onto him for dear life, like a child being calmed in the middle of a storm. The terror you felt brought forth molten like anger in his entire being.

"Maybe they're down there."

This voice was female, also young, but she was worried. It sounded completely devastated and frantic. At least someone cared what became of you, however, Allistor was taking good care of you if it was any indication at how he had freed you, chased you and was now sheltering you away from the sight of the humans who had in all cases tormented you because you could see what others could not. He appreciated the mortal, who maybe provided you solace in what little she could in the asylum that you were imprisoned in. She had also invited Allistor into the asylum, taking him straight to your cell, and left. She had to have known what he was because she made sure he did not come in contact with metals and even left the door open when she 'gave them time alone'.

He drew you further into the shadow cast by the bridge, his boots sinking slightly into the sandy dirt. You had stopped struggling. You were stiff with fear now. He frowned. He disliked your fear. You were never afraid of him, of course. You were always fiery, always fighting, but mortals – you shook at the sight of them. You struggles became attempts to get closer to him, to hide away from the humans above the bridge. Your fingers tightened in the fabric of his shirt. Your face was hidden against his chest. He would have enjoyed the sensation, if not for the voices now coming closer, as they began their way down to see under the bridge.

"Come on, Kita, let's look under the bridge!"

"Lit me tak' ye awa'," he whispered in your ear.

And he got a shaky nod in return. No hesitation, not a moment of resistance. Oh, how he wished he could make the humans rue the day they brought tears to your eyes, the pain that you must have felt because of him and because of them. But now, with your own permission, he would be able to make it up to you – you the human he had fallen in love with… In a moment, you were gone, the faintest scent of exotic flowers and the hint of cigarette smoke that always confused you because it was considered one of the 'poisons' of the human world. The only sign you had been there was a stone on the ground. Your doctor – the female, had picked it up and pocketed it with a smile as the male looked around. He swore under his breath, but your doctor knew where you were and knew you were safe. She smiled.