Bite Me!!! Septiplier.

Chapter 19

Jack's p.o.v

I could not believe him. Not only did he not listen to me, but he also headed off on a suicide mission. And to top it all off, he left me here with the worrisome lovebirds. Their constant 'I hope he's okay's and 'He should be back by now's were not helping me calm down about my suicidal boyfriend being God knows where.

"Felix, Cry. I don't want to be rude but, you two are stressing me out."

"Sorry."

Felix sat back on my couch and closed his eyes. Cry reached forward and grabbed another vial from the half-empty crate. Hopefully, Mark had another solution to that problem. Felix started bouncing his leg, and after a few seconds, Cry placed a hand on his knee reassuringly. I realized I was more worried about Mark than angry at him. I shook my head and sighed.

Mark, please be safe. I love you.

I stood up from the recliner and walked upstairs. I was exhausted. After the last few days, I needed a lot of sleep. The last dream I remember was the one where I was a Vampire. Which was terrifying. And brought up a whole new set of questions. Would Mark turn me against my will? That question floated in front of my mind before I could stop it. I don't think he would. He did say that he wouldn't let anyone hurt me, even himself. And if there was a scenario where I had been turned, would I be able to live with myself? I imagine I could, as long as I didn't hurt anyone. I flopped backward onto my bed. I need to stop thinking about this stuff. Especially before trying to sleep. I sighed deeply and shifted, trying to get comfortable.

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I gasped and sat up quickly. I balanced myself using Mark's arms above me. Breathing deeply, I shook my head and tried to focus on Mark. It was so loud. I could see Mark talking to me, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. What happened? I glanced around, I was outside. There was a lot of people surrounding me and Mark. Some I recognized and most I didn't. Beyond the crowd, I saw a field littered with bodies. I started to panic. Mark turned my face to his and kept talking. They stunk, like well, death. I held my breath, trying not to smell them. Pain shot through my stomach and I gasped. I must be dying. That's the only explanation for all my pain. Pain shot up and down my spine. I reached out for Mark. Tears leaked out of my eyes as a heart-wrenching scream echoed through the field. It took me a moment to realize it was me. My hands were shaking. I clenched my jaw to prevent from doing it again. I had to focus on something before I passed out. Mark's shirt was covered in blood and riddled with bullet holes. I reached put to poke one. He brushed hair out of my face, and I tried to focus on his words.

"You'll be okay. I promise. I know it hurts. It'll get better."

I wasn't okay? What happened? I felt the sudden wetness on the front of my shirt. I glanced down and saw the front of my own shirt soaked in blood. As well as what looked like a shotgun wound on my stomach. I looked up at Mark in fear. Was I dying? Mark's face was pale and sullen. He cupped my cheek in his hand. He shook his head as everything started going dark.

"I'm sorry. I had to. I couldn't lose you." 

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I shot up from the bed. Damned nightmares. I rubbed my eyes as the door squeaked open slowly. My instincts kicked in and I grabbed the handgun from the drawer beside my bed. I pointed it at the door and Mark blinked in surprise. I let a breath out through my nose and lowered my gun.

"Sorry. They said you were asleep. I wanted to check up on you. I uh, got your message. I love you too."

I smiled and patted the bed next to me. He sat down and I rested my head on his shoulder. I intertwined my fingers with his.

"I wasn't mad. I thought I was. But, I wasn't. I was worried.I feel like such a dick. I was so rude."

He kissed the top of my head and ran his thumb over my knuckles. I sighed and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. He kissed the top of my head again before speaking.

"You had every right to be mad. Even if you weren't. I didn't listen to you."

I turned to face him. He pecked me on the lips before I could say anything to him. He brushed the hair out of my face, reminding me of my nightmare.

"We have to go downstairs to talk. About the Coven and what they said."

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Hey, I know it's been a while but you know. Writer's block, then school. I had a job for awhile.....  key word being HAD. Anyways here's the chapter. Sorry for the delay. I'll try to post again ASAP