Scared of the dark

From hell he emerged

Phil's pov

I coughed out blood as a punch connected to my stomach. Coughing, I watched as blood dripped from my lips because of the abuse. My vision was fuzzy and I felt like I couldn't breathe. But before I could regain myself the fist reconnected itself to my flesh.
I coughed out blood again, some spraying out onto the concrete ground. Some got on my jeans.

" S-Stop" I pleaded out as best I could.

I looked up through my hazy vision to see Mark, the friend I had once known was now nothing of the sorts. His red hair matched the hate in his eyes, he may be 5"2' but he was terrifying.

" You see Phil" Mark said in a low threading tone.

Before he continued he connected his fist to my stomach again. I felt the blunt forced pain erupt through my whole torso and body. This time I tired not to react, I didn't cough and didn't spit blood. Instead letting the thick substance fill my mouth.

" When your friends get here, which they will. I want you bleeding, you see they're already hungry. Also it's a plus you won't be able to run out with them, they'll have to carry you. It will slow them down. You're just bait" he told me.

This time his fist connected with my face. It felt like I was being smashed with a slap of concrete. My head jerked to the side but I tried not to scream out. He wasn't getting anything from me. Not anymore. I wasn't telling him anything.

I set my head straight to see Marks eyes looking back at my through his glasses.
" Having fun?" He asked with a smile.

In response I spit out the blood in my mouth and onto his face.
Marks face turned blank, then a death glare grew. He stood up straight and turned away, wiping of the blood with his hand. Then he suddenly swung back around and punched me on the same side of the face again. Following it with a hard kick to the stomach.

" You see the truth is Phil, you're just easy. I like torturing people, now I actually have a reason too!" He said happily.

I tired blinking away the blackness in my vision and shook away the pain as best I could.

Mark then sat on my legs, straddling me like he always did. I tired to lean away from him but it was hard considering I was stuck to this chair. I averted my gaze from him. This was a bad idea because without warning his hand wrapped around my throat. I felt the familiar sensation of being strangled again. The various bite marks on my neck throbbing from the harsh contact. I struggled for breath as it was denied. Black spots seeped into my already blurry vision as no oxygen was getting to my brain. I clenched my jaw as I braced for the worst. I tired so desperately to suck in a breath, anything. But it all was fruitless.
Suddenly the hand retracted and Mark got off me immediately. I leant over as much as I could as I coughed. I hacked my lungs up as I tired to breathe evenly. My lungs felt like they were on my fire and my throat throbbed horribly as I breathed.
I knew that was going to leave more marks.

The torture don't stop there. I felt another slash from a knife on my chest and I clenched my eyes closed as I threw back my head in pain.

" AHHH!" I screamed out, the pain being to much to bottle up.

The cut was deep and blood poured down my front. I felt the warm liquid fall down and my pants soaked some of it up while other bits slid down my leg and splashed onto the cold floor. My vision was now hazy and I felt light headed from blood loss.

I was given two punches and a kick to my stomach. I only prayed that my ribs wouldn't brake.

" Didn't I tell you not to scream?" He asked.

I tried to calm down and take even breaths. This proved difficult due to the situation.

" What are you?" I questioned.
I wanted to know if this bastard was a hunter or a vampire.

Marks glare snapped and locked into my gaze. He walked over to me as he cleans the blood of his glasses with his shirt. When he was front of me he put his glasses back on and stopped. He bent down as he always did and placed his hands on my thighs. Looking me straight on the eyes, with a blank expression.

" I'm nothing you've ever seen Lester-".

We were interrupted when we both herd shouting and glass breaking upstairs. Followed by grunting and banging.

Marks gaze fixed on mine again.
" Your about to be in a world of hurt" he whispered to me.

I kept hearing the fighting growing closer through the house and to me. Mark ran to the other side of the room and grabbed the large knife he had used on the first day.

I ran over to me and behind me. Then grabbed my head by the hair with his right hand. Placing the blade to my neck with his left hand.

I stayed in place knowing that if I moved he would slice open my throat. I didn't breathe or swallow.

The metal door was broken down. I felt relief wash over me as I discovered none other then Daniel Howell was standing in the doorway.
Dan held a knife in his hand, blood on his clothes. He was breathing heavily and seemed to be alone.

I herd bangs across the house still. I assumed Tyler was here as well with Troye and was dealing with who ever else was in the house.

Dan pointed the knife at Mark.

" Let him go!" Dan ordered, his eyes hateful and voice commanding.

I knew that look. That's the look he makes when he is ordering younger vampires to do what they're told. He was trying to command Mark.

But was he a younger vampire?
Was he even a vampire?

I herd him chuckle behind me.
" Your vampire rules don't apply to me Howell" he spat.

Dan looked confused for a second. But then tired to take a step forward.

" Ah uh ah" Mark warned.
My captor held the blade harder against my skin and sliced the skin slightly.

I felt a small trickle of blood run down my neck and it soaked into my shirt.
I noticed as Dan looked down to my shirt and then glanced around the room. Everything smelt of blood. Whether it was mine or not. But I don't doubt that the smell of my blood on my clothes and the floor was enough to make him hungry.

This was confirmed when Dan's eyes met mine. I was hunger in them.
Mark was right, he wasn't eating properly, he was hungry.

" Drop your knife" Mark instructed Dan.

Dan glared at the short man.
" Like hell I will".

I herd Mark chuckle again.
" That's ironic to me, I actually happen to like hell" he spoke.

I was confused. Why would Mark say that?

However Dan seemed to understand. He now looked at Mark with a new found hatred apart from everything else.

" You're a fucking demon?!" Dan spat, standing his ground.

" I'm surprised you didn't notice sooner Howell".

Mark was a what?
They were real?
Why didn't I notice sooner?
I never thought about that!
What did a demon want with all of us?
Was this why he was so strong while he was punching me?

" Let him go and I won't kill you!" Dan shouted, pure anger in his voice.

I felt the blade against my neck apply more pressure to my throat. I closed my eyes as pain took over my body.

" Do you even know how?" I herd Mark ask.

" I'll cut your head of, rip it off, set your body on fire. See how that's works" I herd Dan answer.