Scared of the dark

Mark?

Third pov

The sliver ford stopped in front of an old church. It had been maintained perfectly. The gothic style architecture and the colourful glass windows in the same condition that they were when the church was erected in the 9th century.

Sean turned the car off, the engine sound stopping.
" Where here guys" he said to the two sleeping in the back.

There was no response from Dan and Phil in the back. Phil was leaning on Dan's shoulder, their breathing in sync with each other's. Smiles on their faces.

" Vampires don't even need to focken sleep!" Sean swore under his breath.

The Irishman slammed his fist down onto the horn. The loud sound burst through the cold air.

Dan and Phil jumped at the noise.

" Fuck!" Dan swore as he relaxed, knowing that it was just a horn.

Sean started laughing.
" Where here guys" he told them, gesturing to the huge church in front of them.

Dan got out of the car and Phil followed. The two British boys gapped up at the large building.

Dan chuckled.
" Of course there a demon in a fricken church".

~time has passed~

Dan burst the door down of the church, it was his only choice seeing the large padlock. Dan welded the large machete that Sean had got him.
Sean followed in after with a knife.
They pair had left Phil in the hotel room. He had fainted after the pain came back and Dan couldn't stop it this time and the morphine just made him loopy.

The pair looked on to see rows and rows of seating. All empty. Candles lit the sides of the room, sunlight flowed freely through the windows. Lighting the average church. A large cross hug on the far wall, the image of Jesus hanging of it.

Dan glanced at Sean who just shrugged. Dan lead and made his way down the middle of the rows of chairs. His feet didn't make a sound as the red carpet drowned it out.

Dan made sure to take notice of every sound. But he herd nothing save for the sound from outside.
A pedestal sat at the mouth of where the rows of chairs sat. Dan walked up to it to see that the knife he had used to stab Mark in the shoulder was now dabbed into the wound.
Dan grabbed the knife by its handle and picked it up. He saw that there was still dried blood on it.
No doubt that it was Marks, the vampire could smell it.

Dan turned up his noise at the weapon and stabbed it back into the wood. Making sure it stayed there, he no longer wanted it. For him, it now stunk of demon blood.

" FROM THE START OF TIME, THERE HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE LEGEND OF DEMONS AND VAMPIRES!!!".

Dan looked up to see Mark sitting on the top of the Church's crucifix. His legs dangling off the edge.

" OVER TIME PEOPLE BELIEVE THESE LEGEND TO BE MYTHS" Mark yelled gesturing as if there was an audience other then Dan and Sean.

Mark made eye contact with the pair, his eyes menacing through the glasses.

" This now allows us to roam freely, no longer being hunted as heavily as we once were" he told them in his low voice, just loud enough for them to hear.

Mark then slipped off the edge of the cross and fell freely towards the floor. It was a easy 50 meters to the ground. Marks feet hit the cement floor with ease. His body not needing to take the weight of himself. The fall as easy as jumping up and down.

" Nice to see you again" Mark said to the pair, rubbing his hands together.
" I was waiting until you would find me".

" Shut up!" Dan yelled and pointed the blade at Mark.
" Lift the Mark!" He demanded.