Dark did it(Darkiplier x Reader)

-Chap 17- He'll die

Darks POV

"Don't you dare hurt her/him," Mark warned.

I rolled my eyes at the voice in my head. "Why? Do you have a crush on her/him?" I sneered, as I looked around the living room.

A glass vase was shattered on the floor, and blood seemed to have been scattered everywhere. My first instinct was to check myself, but then I thought of (y/n). Urgency filled my voice, "Did (y/n) cut her/him self?"

"Why would you care? You're just going to try to kill her/him..."

Grinding my teeth, I released a growl. All I want to know is if she's okay. What could possibly be wrong with that? And I would go ask her/him but... After out little interaction from before, I'm kind of hesitant.

The guy... Emmett. What he did to her/him... Who knows what else he's done to her/him. He's a monster. He needs to pay...

"What does the mark mean?"

The mark? Oh yes, the mark!

"The mark connect's us with her/him. If it weren't for the fact that we have separate bodies, we would be one. What happens to us, happens to her/him. Her/his memories... We can easily access them if we want to. Where ever she/he is, we'll know. If she/he's happy, or sad, or even angry, all you have to do is think about it, and you'll know how she/he feels." I replied.

It is a spell to combine two souls. I had heard of it a long time ago, and it had taken me years to learn the spell. There are three parts. The first, finding someone that's easy to control. Someone who is submissive, and can easily be tamed. (Y/n) isn't quite there yet, so I'm going to have to fix that before part three.

The second, perform the spell. In my case, I had laced my lips with a toxin that could make any human unconscious. And while she/he was asleep, I had performed the spell. During the ritual, a mark, or a symbol of who cast the spell was left on her/him, basically claiming her/him.

Now, part three... I have to transfer Marks soul into her/his body. Their both already mentally conjoined, but the last, final step, I have to combine them. That's my way of getting rid of Mark, and that's when I'll have full control of my body. This is my plan.

Of course, Mark doesn't know about this. I've blocked him out of my mind. The only thing he knows is the actions I do, and that's only because he's not gone when I take over and he can see it through my eyes. I'm the only one who could leave, and I'm the only one who knows how to block people's access from reading my mind.

"And why do we need to be connected with her/him like that? Isn't that invading her/his privacy? I don't think I'm comfortable with that..."

Ignoring Marks comment, I looked down at my arm and rolled up my sleeve. Focusing, the mark that's on (Y/n)'s arm appeared on mine. The stinging sensation got no reaction out of me as I began to picture her/him in my head. Images flashed through my head like a file, her/his mother, her/his father, Shane, Garrett, Ryland... Emmett.

He has short, dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and he's built. Just picturing him in my head disgusts me. What he did to her/him...

Hesitant, I began to look at her/his memories. One by one... all bad. He has hit her/him, kicked her/him, called her/him names... raped her/him... and he has sent her/him to the hospital on many occasions. And in each and every one of them... she/he ran back to him. Why? Why is she/he that stupid? Because she/he "loves" him? That's not love, that's abuse. And that says a lot coming from me.

I'm not going to stand for this. If I don't do something, when I'm gone, she/he'll probably end up with him again. Just thinking of him touching (y/n) makes me angry, his filthy hands threatening her/him...

He doesn't deserve to live, and I'm going to be the one to squash him like a bug. I'm going to treat him the way he treated her/him, like trash. He's going to regret ever laying a finger on her/him.