Not a Dream ch4: JSE and Anti fanfic

My dreams were surprisingly dark that night, filled with bouncing laughter and a shadowy figure following me. I never saw them move, but there was a tangible malice radiating off of them. I woke in a cold sweat that morning, before the sun rose, but tried to shake it off and get ready for work. I had started a new job at a book store, which I thought would have been fun, but the manager had a particular dislike for me and always tried to make my job harder. Whether it was dusting all of the shelves, reorganizing the messiest areas, or helping out the meanest customers, I would be the one to do it. My shifts dragged on almost painfully, but I was more cheerful than usual. I had plans to meet Jack tonight and go see a new film that has been released, so the tasks I was given didn't seem as tedious as they usually did, but I couldn't get the nightmares of the night before out of my head. I had heard somewhere that dreams were the mind's way of compartmentalizing memories and feelings, but what had caused such a dreadful one? I let out an almost forced chuckle.
"Why am I overthinking this so much? Everyone has nightmares..." I mumbled to myself while walking home, shivering and picking up my pace a little bit, wanting to get out of the chilled evening air of Ireland.
I couldn't have been more wrong.
When I had gotten back to my apartment, I took off my damp outerwear and put them in the small dryer in the bathroom, passing the time by watching some Game Grumps and tidying myself up before Jack arrived. When my clothes were dry and warm, I put everything back on and grabbed a pair of leather gloves from the top drawer of my nicked and worn dresser. I had just made myself a cup of coffee to take on the way to the theater when a sharp, loud knock made me jump, even though I had been expecting it. I finished putting the lid on my coffee cup and hurried over to the door, turning the lock open and bracing myself. I opened the door and grinned.
"Hey Jack, you..." I trailed off, my smile faltering. He was leaning against the doorframe in an almost cat-like, very NOT Jack kind of way. A pair of reflective silver aviators sat on the bridge of his nose and he wore a lazy grin, but something about him seemed cold, and almost... Calculating? Now that I was thinking about it, I'd never seem Jack wear sunglasses... And it was dark outside anyways. I swallowed thickly.
"Jack?"
Jack chuckled a bit and looked at the ground, shaking his head a bit. He then looked back up at me after a few seconds and pulled the aviators off of his face, locking eyes with me.
I let out a horrified scream, muffled by one hand and took a few stumbling steps back. The coffee I was holding fell to the ground and popped open, splashing onto my boots and the carpet.
His eyes.
They were black.
The scleras of his eyes were BLACK.
"Hey there sweetheart."
As much as logic told me that they must have just been sclera lenses, since the irises of his eyes were green too, instead of blue, my brain was also screaming that something was terribly wrong.
Wrong wrong wrong wrong.
This was not Jack. This person who had walked into my apartment, into the space where I had been standing, and closed the door.
Locked it.
Slid the bolt across.
My mind was still going a mile a minute. Adrenaline pushed my body out of the shocked, unmoving state I had been in, and I stumbled into the small kitchenette, pulling open draws violently, looking for something, anything to defend myself with. Where the hell were all the knives?! (Oh yeah, IN THE DISHWASHER MORGAN YOU LAZY PROCRASTINATOR YOU WOULD HAVE FOUND SOMETHING EARLIER IF YOU DID THE DISHES GODDAMNIT) My shaking, groping fingers finally managed to find a serrated steak knife, and I let out a sob of relief, but instantly, I felt a vice like grip around my wrist and I let out a pained cry, dropping the knife. The hand spun me around to face the intruder with Jack's face. I screwed my eyes shut, sure I was going to be murdered by a green haired monster in that instant, but when nothing happened, I tentatively cracked open one eye to see those black and green eyes looking down at me with a wild, smirking grin revealing gut-wrenchingly long canines.
"Sorry honey, Jack's not here at the moment, can I take a message?"