MIX-UP (JossGawin)

Chapter 17

Tong woke up to the sound of his own thunderous scream. Sitting bolt upright in bed, he stared in horror at the massive coffin sitting beside his bed.

"AAAAAAA..... What the actual fuck?!" Tong shouted, his heart racing. "How the hell did this get here?!"

His scream echoed through the rooms, and within seconds, Joe burst through the door, his eyes wide with panic. "What's going on?!"

Joe's gaze followed Tong's pointing finger, and he froze. "Holy shit!"

They stood there, both gaping at the coffin. Tong's mind raced. His room was big, sure, and the glass terrace doors could open wide, but there was no way he hadn't noticed someone lugging a coffin through his room in the middle of the night.

"How the hell did this happen?" Tong muttered, running a hand through his messy hair. "I didn't hear anything."

Joe stepped closer, cautiously eyeing the coffin. "Is he in there?"

Tong hesitated, then slowly approached the coffin. With a deep breath, he lifted the lid, revealing Mark lying peacefully inside. His eyes were closed, and he looked almost serene, like a vampire prince in his resting place.

"Well, shit," Tong said, letting the lid drop back down. "He's back."

Joe shook his head in disbelief. "How did he even get here? Did he fly in with it or something?"

Tong threw his hands up. "Hell if I know. I'm just pissed that he didn't give any warning. A note, a text, something."

Joe crossed his arms, trying to make sense of it all. "So, what do we do now?"

Tong sighed, leaning against the coffin. "Guess we're back to feeding him. I thought we were done with this crap."

Joe groaned. "Great. Just what we needed."

Mark's coffin suddenly creaked open a fraction, and a familiar voice drawled, "Good morning, boys."

Joe and Tong jumped back, startled. Mark's eyes flickered open, and he smirked at their reactions.

"Holy Shit, Mark!" Tong snapped. "You scared the shit out of us!"

Mark's smirk widened. "Apologies. I didn't mean to startle you. I simply found it necessary to return to my... proper quarters."

Joe rolled his eyes. "Next time, give us a heads-up, will you? This is not how I wanted to start my day."

Mark sat up in the coffin, stretching languidly. "Noted. But I must admit, your reactions were quite entertaining."

Tong glared at him. "Glad we could amuse you. Now, what the hell are we supposed to do with this coffin in my room?"

Mark shrugged. "It's my resting place. It stays."

Tong groaned, rubbing his temples. "This is so fucked up."

Joe sighed. "Alright, let's just deal with it."

Mark climbed out of the coffin, his movements graceful. "I appreciate your hospitality. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to... refresh myself."

As Mark glided out of the room, Joe turned to Tong, exasperated. "How did our lives get so weird?"

Tong chuckled despite himself. "No idea, man. But we're in it now. Might as well roll with it."

Joe shook his head, looking around the room. "We're going to need a lot of coffee to get through this day."

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Mark:

Mark knew and felt the energy of the dagger Tong bought at the festival a few days ago. He checked if it was really the dagger Tong used to put him to sleep in the coffin centuries ago.

The dagger seemed to have faded with time, but the energy of the dagger was still sharp.

Mark knew and felt the energy of the dagger Tong bought at the festival a few days ago. 

He checked if it was really the dagger Tong used to put him to sleep in the coffin centuries ago.

So Mark decided to move the coffin to Tong's room. 

The coffin with the angel symbol, and the dagger with the glowing red stone as the demon eyes. Let them be in the same place. 

That way, the little angel will keep guarding it.