Take my hand...

His secret life

Jack's POV~

I'm sitting in the kitchen with Mark, drinking a cup of coffee as he is trying to make me cookies.

"For a blood sucker, you cook relatively well." A voice similar to Mark's but demonic says from all around.

I gulp and Mark's eyes narrow, turning a bit red.
I notice the bag of flour gets levitated and before I can warn Mark its dumped on his head.
The voice echoes in laughter before the man from Mark's picture on his phone appears. His brother.

"God damn you Thomas!" Mark laughs loudly.

I look at the two surprised as Mark wipes the flour from his eyes and hugs his brother.

"Damn it's good to see you." Thomas says as he pats Mark's back.
"Haven't seen you since The Games." Mark chuckles, pulling away.

I just stand there, awkwardly.

"Tom, this is Sean. You remember him from before I got pushed into that portal right? By God?" Mark says, smiling as he gestures to me.
"McLoughlin? I didn't think you had been born yet. Then again what do I know?" Tom says, offering a hand shake.

I shake his hand and he looks at me odd. 

"Mark, you bastard." He mutters as he retracts his hand from mine.
"What'd I do know?" Mark asks, turning back to the cookies.
"We agreed I'd have kids first!" Tom laughs, shoving Mark into the counter.
"I'm not going to push back. I'm not. I'm not going to fall into another trap. I'm not." Mark says to himself.
"Aww, you're no fun anymore." Tom scoffs.
"I don't want my house trashed again or for Jack to get hurt!" Mark yells, slamming the metal bowl of cookie dough down, still facing the counter.

Tom backs up.

"Alright. That's fine man. Just don't pop your lid." Tom say, hands up.
"I'll "pop my lid" if you don't stop." Mark growls, running his fingers through his hair, flipping it.
"Jack, get behind me. I pushed him too far and I don't think I can fix it this time." Tom say, grabbing my arm and pulling me behind him.

Mark whips around a sneer on his face and his eyes red. His fangs are a good two inches longer.

"Jack, run." Tom says and I bolt as Mark jumps Tom.

I run to the bathroom and lock myself in before I squeeze myself in the cabinet under the sink.
Coffee Bean squirms in my stomach as I close the doors and try to calm my breathing.
Soon I hear pounding on the door.

"Jack, OPEN THE DOOR!!" Mark yells.

I whimper as Coffee Bean suddenly stops at the sound of it's father's angered voice.
The pounding continues.

"OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!!" He yells and I cover my mouth to muffle my cries. "SEAN! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME I'LL-" He doesn't finish.

Instead I hear a thud and panting.

"It's okay Jack! He's out cold." Tom's voice sounds from outside the door.

I get out from under the sink, crying.
There's a dent in the door.
I open it slowly and Tom is standing over Mark's unconscious body with a syringe in his hand.

"W-what was that all about?" I sob uncontrollably, gripping my shirt as I hug my stomach.
"He hasn't told you, has he?"
"Told me what?! That he's a sociopath?!"
"I'll take that as a no. Okay, first let's get him to bed and then I'll explain everything."

I nod a little before helping Tom drag Mark to bed.
I'm still crying.

"Okay. So. Has Mark said anything about his time in the demon world after he was cast here?"

I shake my head.

"Okay. That's a start. How long have you known him?"
"A year and a month."
"And you're 3 months pregnant right?"

I nod.
He nods, deep in thought.

"Mark has been in the demon world three times. First time was when he woke up. The second was the most terrifying time any demon had ever seen. Mark had let his hunger and anger build up over 45 million years. Then, he opened a rift in time and space to go back. When he went through it, it intensified his anger and hunger greatly. By the time he got to the other side, he was insane. Out of the billions of demons there were, only a few handfuls survived him. It took 27 moose tranqs, 34 bear tranqs, and 173 pints of blood to stop him. He was so upset about the massacre he committed he had me set up a fail safe. All of that, that stopped him before, mixed and shrunk down and put into a syringe. We made 456 life times worth of those syringes. They're all around the castle in case he loses it again. It wasn't so bad this time but he would have done something if I hadn't been here. I don't want to know what."
"I don't either." I gulp, hugging my stomach tighter. "What about the third time?"
"Hmm?"
"The third time Mark was in the demon world."
"Oh! It's what we like to call The Games but it's just a carnival. That's where Mark got Tim."

I nod, starting to piece bits together.

"I'll stay until Mark wakes up but when he does I have to get back home to my wife. She gets pretty upset when I'm not home on time."

I sniff, not wanting to be alone with Mark right now.

"Thank you." I whisper and he gives a small smile.

*Its 11:40 pm. I need to go to bed instead of writing. See all you lovely masturbation nekos in the next chapter.*