Dating Darkiplier

Part 17

Sean brushed his bangs back away from his eyes, telling Arin seriously. "Seriously, man... Don't play around with me." Arin removed a can of soda from the fridge, facing him with a concerned look as he answered seriously. "Jack, Why would I joke about that?" Sean blinked completely confused. Signe put a hand to his forehead, telling Danny over her shoulder. "He feels really warm... Do you think he caught something?" Sean slowly took in her appearance. She was wearing her pajamas. Her shorts revealing her bandaged up knee and feet. His brain raced through what was going on. Had he dreamed it all? Signe's heels were in the trash bin. He vaguely remembered the straps breaking on their walk back to the bus. Danny replied to Signe softly. "He's probably just exhausted. It's been a long tour. We all haven't been sleeping very well." Sean took Signe's hand away from his forehead, simply holding onto it. 

If this was real, than he couldn't believe she was alive. He had watched Dark kill her... Or had he? He didn't know what was going on. He pet her hand lovingly, asking her in a small voice. "Signe... What happened last night? I think... I think I had a really bad nightmare." Signe gave him a bright smile, clearly answering him. "Well, We came back from shopping with a string of bad luck. My heels broke... I tripped and scrapped my knee. We got back to the bus... and you passed out. Fell right into me. Arin carried you inside. We had the bus driver check you out and he said that it was probably the heat." Sean let that sink in feeling weird. That wasn't what he remembered happening. Danny added salt to the wound by stating out. "At least, your nightmare this time didn't involve you suffocating your girlfriend." Signe threw a couch pillow at Danny, semi-smiling as she uttered back. "Danny! That's not funny. It's too soon." Danny shrugged, slipping a pretzel into his mouth before he picked up the pillow.

Sean released Signe's hand and stumbled toward the small bathroom. Signe didn't stop him, but as he passed Danny, Danny told him quickly. "Don't use the toilet! You know we are not allowed!" Sean gave him a wave without looking. He knew all about the stupid bus rules. The company didn't want to spend money cleaning what they didn't have too. That wasn't his main concern though. Rushing in, he slammed the door and turned on the water. Splashing his warm face, he tried to breathe. His nightmare before had happened... So, did that mean that everything else had too? Had he seen Dark and simply passed out? Had Dark simply fucked with his head? Splashing his face again, he lifted his head to look at himself in the small mirror. He needed to calm down and think this through. Glancing back down at his hands, he pulled up his sleeves to check for any hand prints or marks. Nothing.

Sean let out a deep sigh of relief. It had to be all a dream. He smirked at himself in the mirror, turning off the water. He shook his head at himself. He felt silly. He lifted his hand to rub his collarbone with a soft chuckle and his smile vanished. Curling his fingers around the collar of his shirt, he pulled it down to reveal his collarbone. There just under the bone was a red spot... A hickie. Dropping his hand, he grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his head quickly. Pressing his back against the wall, he stared at all the fresh hickies that Dark had left down the front of his body. Sean cupped his hands over his mouth to muffle his terrified sounds. His body began to shake and he couldn't look away. Was he going crazy? After a moment or two to collect himself, he slipped on his shirt and bolted from the bus. The others tried to ask him what was wrong, or where he was going... but he couldn't even look at them.

Walking through the early morning streets, he tried to walk this off. The streets had a few people that seemed to be rushing to coffee shops. While others just made their way to work. All of them passed him without seeing him. Too busy with their own lives to care. He staggered to a coffee shop window, before finally stopping. Staring at the treats in the window, his stomach growled. Getting breakfast sounded like an amazing idea. He started to head for the door, when Mark stepped out and locked eyes with him. Sean took a cautious step back. He looked like Mark... with his tan and all, but in the split second that their eyes met, Mark's eyes flicked from brown to solid black and back. He was even wearing a suit, but it was grey in color with a white button down shirt. Dark smirked at him, pointing to an outdoor table with his black cane. Sean shook his head, mumbling out softly. "You're not real..." Dark let out a deep throaty laugh, leaning just a tad closer to reply in a low voice. "What's wrong, Sean? Getting a wicked case of deja vu?"