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Whispers in the Night: The Horror & Suspense Anthology of Izuku Midoriya

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A/N: The story is part of the alternative universe. It doesn't reflect anything of the characters or canon in the story. Enjoy!

It was getting late into the evening as he zipped his windbreaker to the collar as he crossed the street to get to his destination. A line of cars watched as the young gentleman extended his hand to drivers that he was crossing the street. The cold hit his fingertips, acting like a thermometer to alert of the obvious chill. He wished he would have gotten those gloves before he left the house. His mother worried that if he continued to forget those things, he would catch a cold. That never really worried Izuku. He always had a strong constitution when fighting the elements. Sickness was a rarity like his fondness of being outdoors. Two things that can never keep Izuku Midoriya down - being sick and heading outdoors.

At seventeen years old, Izuku kept a steady head when it came to his direction. He claimed to get it from his father. His mother debated that theory. Regardless of whose genes he inherited, he knew that becoming a Pro Hero was the direction he was going for. His plans of being a superhero were going to be in fruition. That was all he wanted to do.

Even if the emerald teen was quirkless.

He never wanted much. He was a simple child. His demands were bare. He listened to his mother. He took care of his responsibilities. He kept decent grades in school; enough to get him qualified to attend UA High School. He was never troublesome. He had his best friends, Shouto, Tenya, Ochako, and reluctantly Katsuki and a small handful of friends. He didn't have a girlfriend, but it didn't matter. What he had was enough to keep him satisfied.

His destination was adjacent to the shopping center. The shopping center was recently developed a few months back. The suburban countryside was fading away from its former glory. No longer could Izuku see the miles and miles of farm and country land. Instead, rows and rows of development was approaching. He once heard that change was good for Japan. Not sure if it came from a commercial or some advertisement on the way to school. Be as it may, certain things weren't meant to be changed.

Especially if recently new developments were threatening to remove certain features of an already established land.

The cemetery was his destination.

He lost his father in an accident less than a year ago. He was working in the United Kingdom at the time. It took that one phone call that nearly took his mother's breath away and made Izuku stood frozen in time. There was an autopsy. The final report was heart failure. Just to be safe, his mother hired a private doctor for verification. His reports were inconclusive, stating that it could only allude to heart failure.

Today was his father's birthday. His mother, Inko, was still in denial of her husband's death. Be a devoted son, Izuku went on his mother's behalf.

The graveyard was so neat. Row upon row of white marble tombstones all rising from the manicured grass. Each one was perfect, polished and exactly the same as all of the others, except the name it bore. They were lined up perfectly with those in front and behind, a city block for the dead. How his father would have hated this place; his father who loved everything eccentric and unique, obscure music and old poets; his father who loved to be impulsive and could never be still a moment; his father who was drawn to wild bracken and ivy over rhododendrons and roses.

Inko didn't spare any expense to give her husband a proper sendoff. Standing out from the conventional white marble stood Hisashi's gravestone. Clothed in black marble was the final destination of Hisashi Midoriya. So now he lied in this exalted place, a fresh white rose every day and gardeners that fuss about with their pictures of Hisashi in their good times. It didn't matter to Izuku.

His hands were holding the flowers and the treats as he passed through. No personal effects were allowed, but he couldn't care.

He touched the stone, giving it the affection of his former loved one. He kissed the stone, displaying that he still loved his father. He sat in the center as he was now the lone male to represent the Midoriya name. A huge responsibility as he was in charge of taking care of his mother. He looked to the sky as it was clear. It was a big contrast in his mind as it was cloudy with the chance of precipitation.

"Hey, Dad" He spoke to the grave as it was a person. At one point, Hisashi was alive. He needed something to signify his existence. "How is heaven? I hope that it is a great place to be. I think it's much better than being here without you, Dad." The stone didn't say a word. He continued. "I think about you all of the time. I hope that you all are proud of me." He kissed the stone one more time.

"Happy Birthday, Dad." He reached for the old flowers and replaced them with new ones. He grabbed the treats, chocolates, Pocky sticks, and melon bread that were his father's personal favorites. "I got some of your favorite treats for you. Mom and I already eaten ours. We have left some for you."

It was still a bitter pill to swallow. He tried his hardest to combat the tears. He had shed enough at his father's funeral and on his pillow. There were even times his shoulders was a spot for his mother.

Not too far from the graveyard was a small cave. At first, the cavern was too dark to see much even with flashlights. Anyone who entered there would have felt there was a crunch underfoot that sounded like one was walking on tiny bones. Then as one's eyes became more accustomed to the dim conditions one could make out some motion above.

Looking upward, one could catch a glimpse of hundreds of bats with their wings tucked in tight. With much screeching the air above was instantly alive with a flurry of black skin stretched over bone. They swooped, moving more like a liquid than a flock. As they left into the opening of the sunset sky, it was almost entirely blotted out by their frantic bodies. In minutes, their screeching had dissipated into the orange-pink sky.

The bats made their destination to the graveyard. They gathered like flocks of birds and settled into the trees. Their bodies were synchronized as if they were on cue for something. Then, a small growling grew from the trees.

"Hush, my children," the voice said in a whisper. "Hush, my children of the night." The voice kneeled into the sycamore trees, hidden away as if wanting to be purposefully concealed. Her cat-shaped, onyx-colored eyes were on the emerald-haired teen as he sat at the grave site. It wasn't his physical sight that garnered her attention.

It was his smell.

Smell had taken over as Momo Yaoyorozu's primary sense. She no longer cared what people looked like, it was their aroma that counted. From the trees, she could detect the sugar levels of a person's blood and the subtle flavor hues unknown to science and the medical minds. An uncontrolled diabetic was like walking candy, she could tell them how sweet they were as she led them to the closest place she could partake in her meal undisturbed. In her human life, she had been stunningly beautiful, the kind of face that appears in women's health magazines alongside protein shakes or clothing lines. But back when her blood was warm there were no such things and in many ways, her mind was stuck in a time-warp.

Confusing she admitted, but she wasn't chosen this life. Her maker had taken away and chosen her fate for her.

Her manners were charming despite being both archaic and redundant. Yet each time she bowed a little and give a wink, the men and women followed her like catnip.

The bats were screeching, but Momo calmed them once more with her voice. "Hush, little children. I am aware of this boy. You were being faithful, honorable child like I've raised you." She licked her lips, craving for her next meal. Her eyes watched the teen's every movement.

The boy was dashing, very handsome. If she was in her former life, she may have been interested in asking him out on a date.

Now, she was buying her time. She waited for the sun to disappear.

Once the sun was gone, she would make her move.

Izuku knew it was getting late. He stood and dusted the Earth from his body. He bowed to his father, telling him that he would visit another time. He kissed the gravestone one more time before departing for the evening. As he walked, the moon rose, the graveyard of his loved one and others were transformed. The translucent light breathed life into the worn, faceless statues of praying children and winged angels. It smoothed away fissures and softened broken edges. In the moonlight, the crooked headstones stood proud, keeping to their duty even as time wore away the messages they bore.

He took slow steps, admiring the beauty that the dead offered. The soil felt cooler as the evening progress. He took deep breaths, knowing someday he would enter this graveyard and wouldn't leave it.

Upon exiting, the entire shopping complex went to an entire halt. The area was consumed by darkness, with the exception of streetlights. Even as he turned at the shopping center, the glimmering neon lights were gone. He was all alone. Just a kid surrounded by dark structures.

"Tonight is going to be a cold one. I can feel it in the air," he said to himself.

No longer entertained by this, he ventured for home. As he walked the five-mile trek home, he saw the occasional car pass. The wind chill hit areas that were exposed to Izuku. He wished he did bring those gloves as he felt a snowflake hit his nose. Snow was in the forecast.

He walked a couple of blocks from the graveyard when he began hearing a noise. It was shaking against the branch of the trees. At first, he thought it was an owl or an insect. He doubted because it was still winter. He continued until he heard hissing. He kept walking with a faster stride. But the hissing noise continued. What captivated Izuku on how close the sound was getting. Every time he walked, it was getting closer and closer and closer.

Becoming fearful, he ran. The sound of his shoes hitting the sidewalk and the hissing sounds filled the night. He tried to keep calm, but when he heard the sounds of a faint laughter, it made him shiver. The hissing continued, followed by a voice of a woman.

I can find you in the darkness. Can you find me?

I am closer than you think. The night is my strength, can't you see?

I am quite strong, boy. You are what I call weak.

You can try to beat me. That is if you can find me.

Izuku got out of the main street and went into a gangway. It was familiar territory as he and his mother walked it as a shortcut. He took a greater risk for the gangway doesn't have much light, but the path would cut a mile and it would also take him to his neighborhood. As he continued running, laughter was in the distance.

Where you can not hide, I can seek

I am closer than you think. The night is my strength, don't you see?

You humans are vulnerable when your senses betray you

You can run. Please do. But I am still coming for you.

The latter part of what the person said made him flinch. In fact, it halted him in his tracks.

You can run, but trust me, you won't make it. Just surrender to me and submit to your fate, Izuku!

He remained still. Even if he wanted to move, he couldn't. A strong grip had him at his hips, tighten it. He closed his eyes, shutting it tight. He felt the force of the other hand, tilting his neck. He felt the hot breath hitting his neck. The woman chuckled.

It seems like time is up, you have accepted your defeat.

You chose your fate and your fate is to submit to me.

"What do you want from me," questioned Izuku. He felt the sharp fingertip caressing his neck. He felt her lips touching his neck. He can feel her smile.

"So, you can rhyme," she questioned. "Aren't you smart, Izuku."

"How do you know my name," he asked pleadingly.

She chuckled. "My children of the night speak for me. They seek when I have to hide. They tell me things, my dear." She pressed her mouth to his ears. She began whispering. "Now, you must not ask any further questions. By submitting, you have made your deal. Now close your eyes, little one, and let me have my meal."

Izuku felt the teeth puncturing his neck. It was without warning. He struggled but she had control. He was panting. Tears were escaping his eyes. He felt her hand running through his hair. After a few moments, it was over. She finished the job by licking his wounds. She released him, dropping it to the ground.

"Your blood," she paused. "Your blood is...your blood is...I don't know what to call it." She sounded astonished like she discovered something new. This was beyond the taste when she smelled her prey. This taste was astounding, captivating. She had never tasted blood this fresh, this rich. Momo looked to Izuku. Who are you?

Izuku had his hand wrapped around his wound. He was quietly whispering for his mother. Staggering, he tried to escape, but she put her foot to his back.

"Going somewhere, my delicious gourmet meal? Can't waste any drops now, can we?"

She landed on top of him, pinning him to the ground. "I am not finished. I must have more." Izuku put another puncture entering his neck. He screamed into the night until he felt a hand covering him. He continued muffling until the stress of the bite caused him to pass out. As he fading out of consciousness, he tried to picture his capture. The only thing he saw was her eyes. After that, he went into darkness.

That was delicious, Izuku. Thanks for the meal. I haven't tasted blood this good in ages. See you around. By the way, your father was right about you. You are a sweet boy.

To be continued….