Darkness Devours

Part 11

Dark lowered the bowie knife to his side as his free hand started to unbutton Mark's jeans.  Tapping the blade against his own leg as he slowly took hold of the zipper, Dark told Mark casually.  "What to know what I've discovered over the centuries"?  Dark shoved Mark's pants down his legs to the floor, sliding the blade up the side of Mark's bare leg as he straightened back up.  Stopping the blade at Mark's thigh to continue on.  "The purest blood doesn't come from the neck. I comes from here".  Dark trailed the tip of the blade around to Mark's inner thigh.  Then flashing his fangs, Dark lifted Mark's leg over his shoulder.  Unlike the neck, this particular spot was far more painful...for Mark, but it was worth it.  The blood here was far more fresh and depending on how turned on the victim was made the blood all the more flavorful.  It was just a shame Mark wasn't a virgin.  The hormones that rushed through the blood could almost make him feel human.  Dark's mouth was watering from just thinking about it.  Pressing his fangs to a nice bit of muscle, Dark slowly sank his fangs in deep.  Mark's muffled scream filled the basement and his leg locked over Dark's shoulder.  No amount of his fangs toxin could numb this area enough.  Especially, when he was as hungry as he was.

Mark jerked trying to push Dark away with his free leg, but Dark wasn't just strong... he was unmovable.  He could feel Dark's fangs deep in his thigh muscle...but it felt more like he was biting into his bone!  The more he struggled the more Dark appeared to like it.  The more he screamed the more Dark tried to sink his teeth in deeper.  The more pain he felt the more the fog in Mark's brain cleared away, until the voice in his head was loud and clear.  "Dark was killing him and he had been letting him"!  Mark gasped as he realized he wasn't just loosing blood either... he couldn't remember who he had come here with... Why had he come here?  There was something else too... Something about the dawn?  Dark pulled away suddenly and bent away from Mark.  At first Mark thought he was going to throw up... Only to hear Dark... hiccup?  Dark banged a fist against his chest, snapping out.  "Damn it. I hate when this happens".  Mark felt something warm trickle down his leg and looked down at his leg.  Blood was seeping from the two deep holes Dark had put in him.  His leg felt sore and he could barely bend it.  He hoped it was because of the pain... and not because Dark had drained his leg muscle of blood.  When Dark finally got his hiccupping under control, he straightened up to tell Mark bitterly.  "Drank too fast. Happens when I don't feed often enough. I guess I should drink something else for a bit to pace myself. I'm thinking something sweeter.  Less spicy". 

Mark sighed softly, just thankful that he might get a break... until he saw what Dark meant.  Dark waved a hand at an empty space at the other side of the room and it shimmered like water.  Falling away to reveal someone chained up like him... only in worse shape.  Jack.  Mark bit the bar gag hard, muffling out a fowl curse that he knew Dark could understand.  Dark flipped him his middle finger and dryly stated.  "I don't think you'll want me to do that to 'our' mother, Mark. Besides, I only through him down the stairs. Not my fault he bruises easy".  Mark twisted his wrists against the cuffs and chains, trying to get loose and begging Dark in his mind to let Jack go.  Dark strolled over to Jack, touching his cheek lightly.  Jack turned his face away from him and Mark saw the fear he had.  Dark was lying to him! He had hurt Jack, but for how long?  How long had he been here?  Dark's eyes were locked on Jack's shaking body as he answered Mark.  "Just a little more than two hours. I've been making him watch. I wanted him to see how I was going to bite him".  Dark turned to flash Mark a fanged grin, adding playfully.  "I've always wanted to taste the blood of the irish. I hear it's rather intoxicating". 

Mark jerked uselessly against the chain, as Dark moved around Jack.  Flashing Mark a smile over Jack's shoulder, as he took hold of Jack's jaw.  Forcing Jack to bare his throat, Dark teasingly kissed Jack's neck.  Hearing Jack whimper softly was the worst sound in the world for Mark.  Only to be outdone by the bloodcurdling scream that Jack as Dark sank his fangs into Jack!  Mark couldn't close his eyes or turn away.  He didn't want Jack to feel like he didn't care.  Mark felt helpless as Dark pulled his fangs out, tilting Jack's head back and letting his fangs drip onto Jack's lips.  After a moment, Dark retracted his fangs, telling Mark bluntly.  "Your feelings for him takes the fun out of it. So, I'll let you decide. You can submit and I'll let your little leprechaun here go... or you can watch me slowly hurt him before your eyes, before I drain the last of you.  You choice".  Mark's eyes narrowed in on Dark defiantly.  This was a trick.  A sick game.  He had done the same with the people he had came here with... he drained all memory of them.  He had found his memories of Jack and was using that to his advantage!  Mark shook his head, refusing to choose either.  This Jack couldn't be real.  Dark couldn't leave the house without Mark.  There was just no way he could go to the airport.  His Jack was safe. 

Dark began to laugh in a way that made a chill run down Mark's back.  Dark draped an arm over Jack's shoulder, showing Jack the bowie knife and telling Mark bluntly.  "You simply amuse me, Mark. I give you a chance to save him and you turn my offer down flat. And all because you believe what your eyes see. You greatly underestimate my power and intelligence. I'm insulted".  Taking the bowie knife, Dark leaned in close to Jack's ear to tell him seriously.  "Don't let it be said that I didn't offer you a way out. Now I have no choice but to choose my third offer".  Mark stared at Dark confused.  He hadn't said a third offer.  Dark straightened up menacingly, telling Jack.  "Keep your eyes on him. He's the last thing you'll ever see".  Before either Jack or Mark comprehended Dark's words, Dark sliced the blade across Jack's throat!

Mark jerked awake on Jack's couch, his whole body shaking.  Glancing around, he tried to get his baring's back.  A dream?  A nightmare?  Leaning forward across his legs, he rubbed his temples.  He really needed to stop playing horror games for awhile.  They were really starting to get to him.  Feeling a bit calmer he stood up, glancing at the clock.  Jack was still up in his recording room?  He should have been down by now.  Slowly making his way up the stairs, he headed for Jack's recording room door.  Along the way he passed a hanging calendar on the wall.  Halloween.  A shiver ran down his back.  He couldn't wait to tell Jack all about his 'Halloween nightmare'.  At the door, Mark reached out to knock, but the second his knuckle touched the door he felt a strange flash of... memory?  In the nightmare, Dark had cut Jack's throat... while on the other side of this door his weird memory was showing Jack slitting his own throat?  Mark jerked his hand away from the door.  Was he still dreaming?  A dark fog started to leak out from the bottom of the door and Mark pressed his back against the far wall.  Slowly the door creaked open to reveal a room of pitch black darkness... but Mark knew it was still daylight and Jack had windows!  From somewhere inside the room a voice sounding like Jack's... but wasn't told him softly.  "Say goodbye".  Mark turned to run, but the darkness shot out of the room and yanked him into the dark room. 

Mark felt like Dark was biting even inch of him.  As his life seemed to slip away into the dark void, he felt Dark merge into his every fiber.  He felt what Dark felt.  Could hear what Dark's every thought.  This was Dark's third option.  Everything had been just a bad dream... Dark didn't need Mark to submit... he needed Mark to give him energy.  To feel lost and overwhelmed... to make the ultimate switch.  The only thing Dark couldn't break was his love for Jack... Dark couldn't kill him.  The Jack in his dream wasn't a fake, but wasn't him... Somehow Dark had called to the evil in Jack's mind pulling him into his dream...infecting Jack's evil with something stronger.  Mark had unknowingly helped supply Dark with the energy to kill Jack and give birth to a creature Dark called...Anti.  Anti in return... brought Dark out of his dream to do one last thing.  To show Mark the extent of his power, before devouring the last of Mark's soul.  The End.