Kidnapped By Darkiplier

Chapter 12: Rooftop Romance

Sam's POV:
Mark held my hand as he walked up the long flight of stairs. We had entered a large building, and for some reason we were heading upstairs. I don't know, but I trust Mark. Finally, we reached a door up top. Mark covered my eyes. "Alright, ready?" Mark opened the door. Immediately, I felt a breeze flow through my hair, and I knew we were outside. There was light piano music playing in the background. I nodded, and hoped for the best. He uncovered my eyes, and my mind basically exploded. We were on top of the Aon Center which is beautiful. The night sky blended beautifully with the candle light dinner. There were also white Christmas lights around the edge of the square rooftop. The table was beautifully color coordinated with just enough black and white, and the music was being played from a radio a few feet from the table. "So, um, h-how do you l-like it? This was my first time preparing a date, so take it easy on me." Mark still stood behind me as I walked around.

"First date?" I questioned, looking out at the gorgeous city.

"Well, Jess was the only other girl, besides Lauren, that I've dated. Somehow, both of them wanted to control the dates so they did. How do you like it?"

"Mark, this is astonishing. Honestly, this is best first date ever! The night sky, the full moon, the music, and even the table all blend beautifully like a a sunset. Truly amazing."

"Eh, it's not the best thing I've seen."

"Wha?! What have you seen that's prettier than this?"

"You."

Immediately, my face started burning up. "You're cute when you blush. Anyways, like to join me for dinner?" He stood by a chair, and pulled it out. I walked over, and sat down. Mark bent down, and kissed my cheek. He walked around and sat in his chair. The next song came on, and it was beautiful. "So, have any other family?" Mark asked, pouring me a glass of what looked like wine. "Don't worry, it's sparkling wine."

"Oh, haha, well, I had a sister. But we were separated in the orphanage. She played the most beautiful violin, and piano. She was perfect. Later on, I found out she...she...passed." I began tearing up.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I just hate talking about it for long. Anyways, so what are your future plans?"

"Um, actually I wanted to make the world happy, but I guess that's out of the picture. I'd just like to keep my job for now."

"What about your life? You know your wife? What would you tell your kids?"

"Sam, I'm a demon. If I married a demon then my kids and wife would be proud of me. In fact, I'd have to train my kids how to kill and do crime. Honestly, I don't want to date a demon. Possibly someone different...someone...special..."

"...a-anyways, what else did you want to talk about?"

"You. I want to know more about you, not what the folder says about you."

"Ok, well, where do you wanna start?"

"Dates. First date. Turn ons, turn offs."

"Oh, getting deep, huh?"

"Haha, I'm kidding. Tell me stuff that you've never told anyone."

"So, secrets?"

"Or the things that weren't important enough to be secrets."

"Ok, well when I was six I punched one of the girls in my orphanage."

"HAHAHA! There has to be a huge story behind this, dare to tell?"

After a few hours of talking, Mark and I finished our dinner. He stood up, and offered me to dance. "I don't know how..." I took his hand.

"I do. It's easy." He pulled me up, and I joined him. Mark wrapped his hands around my waist, and I stared at him blankly wondering what to do with my hands. He rolled his eyes, and grabbed my hands and wrapped them around his neck. He placed his hands around my waist again. He began swaying to the music. Immediately, I glued my eyes to his feet. Following his movements. He wrapped his index finger around my chin, and lifted my head. "Just follow the music, and if it helps look into my eyes. It'll help not focusing on what you see, but what you feel." He tells me. Of course, I stare into his eyes. They're so beautiful, and it's like a book you've never heard of. And you want to read that book, but all these other people tell you negatives about it, so you don't want to anymore. Then you realize, their opinions are so wrong. The book is actually reputable to the right mind. Apparently, I had the right mind. "I'm sorry if I didn't tell you this before, you look gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous." He whispered in my ear. Feeling my face burn up, I lay my head on his shoulder.

"You told me that many times tonight. Even when we were talking during our conversation," I said.

"I just can't get over how beautiful you are. Did you put on a lot of makeup?"

"Nah, didn't really suit me."

"So that's why you look stunning."

"You're such a flirt."

"That's why you love me."

"Haha..."

"...I only kill people that deserve it. The last man I killed murdered 34 people, and raped 5 children. It needed to be done. The people that I steel from, I take their stuff and give it to the people that need it. I only steal from the bastards that deserve it."

"Seriously? Why haven't you told the police that?"

"Don't you think I've tried? They never believe the criminal."

"You're not the criminal. You never were, and never will be." I lifted my head, and looked into his eyes again. He smiled at me, and looked down into my eyes since he was taller than me.

"Mark, I love you. I'm s-sorry I never said it, I was j-just to-"

"I know, just shut up." He pulled me in, and kissed me. The kiss was sealed with a chorus of beautiful piano. Our tongues danced together like how we did. The full moon highlighted my tomato red face, and his somewhat pale complexion. We both pulled away, not ever wanting to. "I love you too, Sam. You're not a criminal either. You can't control what you do. It's not your fault." Mark whispered in my ear. Immediately, I started tearing up for some odd reason. "C'mon. Let's just relax for a moment." Mark grabbed my hand, and stood next to ledge. I joined him. "Do you trust me?" He asked, grabbing my hips.

"Of course, Jack." I referenced. He patted the ledge. I looked at him like he was crazy.

"Yes, I'm crazy. But I'll be here. Promise."

I rolled my eyes, and hopped up. I turned my body to where my legs were hanging off. My heart started pounding, and I closed my eyes. Mark wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me. He held on tight, like he didn't want me to fall. "Alright, now look down. I'm right here." Mark promised. Trusting him, I opened my eyes and looked down. It was pretty comforting. Seeing traffic from a bird's view. How the colors blended, how the people looked, and how the music played. It was refreshing. Without even knowing, it's like you could make people's stories up and probably get most of it right. Did drugs, became a hooker, had kids at the wrong moment. Pretty fucking depressing, but that's how the world is. No one gives a damn unless it's them being hurt. Soulless. Society sucks. You can't expect someone to be perfect when you're not perfect either. So why the expectations? Even I don't know, but the sad part is that I'm part of society. So is Mark, and it sucks being part of something so bad and just the worst. If anything, society, YOU'RE imperfect. YOU'RE unimportant. YOU'RE worthless. So don't tell us about being different is bad when being normal is boring. I'd rather be bad than boring.