Change Your Fate

Chapter 1

Monday, October 24th, 2016
1:03am

I woke up to hearing my phone go off. "Damn it..." I muttered to myself. "Forgot to silence the phone." I ran my hand through my h/c hair. "Alright, what's the big deal." I mumbled, yawning. I swiped my phone off of the nightstand and looked at my lit up lock screen. There was several notifications on my screen, but the most recent one was a Markiplier video. Huh, Mark never posts this late at night, I thought to myself, before setting my phone down. I looked over to my left and saw my laptop sitting near my bed. I snatched it and went on Youtube. I clicked on the video that was titled "Watch your back..." and waited for it to load. Soon the familiar Eurasian man filled my screen, but something was off about him. For one, his hair was all black instead of black and red. Two, his skin was so much more pale, lifeless. And three, his eyes. Unlike Mark's eyes which were a soft chocolate brown, these eyes were completely black, with only red irises glowing brightly.

I tilted my head like a confused puppy would do, and looked at the screen. 'Mark' was just staring at the camera, smirking. He didn't say a word, which only made it seem creepier. 'Mark' then opened his mouth, a tongue piercing showing.
"If I were you, I'd watch your back, Y/n." I stared at the screen, wide eyed. He kept his smirk plastered on his face, and next thing you knew, my screen glitches making me jump. "Fucking hell!" I shouted in a whispered tone.
I stared at the screen for a solid 3 minutes before I started getting tired. The screen was staying all glitchy so I closed my laptop and placed it on my nightstand. I felt... paranoid... for some reason. It didn't make sense to me. But like most things that confuse me, I brushed the feeling of being watched. Even as I did, New thoughts fluttered my mind, mainly about the video and why my name was in it.

As I lied back in my bed, the static noise started to get louder. I sighed in annoyance and basically yanked it off the nightstand. I pried open the screen just as the static noise ended. But...I couldn't take my eyes off of the screen. Why, You may ask. Easy, because staring right back at me was the same person who I saw, only a few minutes ago.
I blinked for just a second and he was gone. I honestly felt like screaming. But that's when a cold hand reached from behind me, and placed his cold hand on my mouth, muffling anything I would try and say. "Shhh~" he whispered into my ear. Before you knew it, I passed out.

***

I woke up in a completely different atmosphere. I didn't feel the comfort of my bedroom, nor a bed. The only thing I felt was the chain and rope that bounded me to a chair. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I lifted my head up to see grey walls and a grey floor. It looked like a basement. But that's when I hurt it. A chuckle, a psychotic one at that.

"Finally awake are we? I was afraid that I killed my sacrifice before we needed you." He said chuckling. I looked up as he stood in the dim lighting. There, I was able to make out his clear as day, devil horns. And that toothy grin of his as well. "W-who are you?" I stuttered out, before mentally slapping myself for stuttering. The man smirked and shook his head. "Guess~" he simply stated. I looked him up and down. He wore a black shirt that had an eight-bit D in red on the front. His pants were torn and he wore black shoes. I couldn't make out anything else. Wait...I know who this is...but it can't be real... "Believe it, baby girl~" the man chuckled. "So, what's my name?" "Darkiplier" I basically said with a scoff. I heard a groan coming from behind Dark, so of course I looked over, but I didn't like what I saw. It was Mark, all tied up, bruised, beaten. He looked terrible. I started struggling to break free, but surprise surprise, that didn't last long as Dark caressed my cheek. "So beautiful, yet so fragile. Then again, most pure bloods are." He said, making me blush a little bit. Wait, pure bloods? Snap out of it Y/n, focus! I thought to myself, which made Darks grin turn into a smirk. He held my body still as something cold trailed on my cheek, to my lip, down to my neck then around it. I knew what it was....a knife.

"You know, if you weren't such a good girl right now, I'd probably ruin that pretty face of yours." He stopped for a second, before cutting my cheek, making me yelp in pain. I could hear Mark growling in the distance. "That's a lie, I'd do it either way." "Dark! Why'd you bring another innocent girl here?! You always do this!" Mark shouted, my gaze going towards him. Dark cursed and walked back to Mark. He held the knife against Mark's throat. "Because she is a pure blood. And I need her Mark. I'd tell you more, but then I'd have to kill you." He snickered then walked over to me, his eyes locked on mine. He leaned down and kissed me, it was rough, but passionate. I didn't kiss back, no matter how forcing he was. Although, it didn't take long till I 'kissed' back, feeling a burning sensation in my wrist. I screamed into the kiss and tried to pull away. I wanted to see what was happening to my wrist, but Dark wouldn't let me. I kept straining, trying to break free, and finally Dark pulled away, just in time for me to see the cursive letter D that was imprinted onto my wrist.

A/n
This is my first story that I published. I don't know if it turned out good or not but let me know if you like it and I'll update it as much as I can! -Quinn