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imagine finding out what marko really is...
y/n's pov
I'm waiting for Marko next to the carousel at the boardwalk where we always meet. But something's off tonight. Marko is usually always on time, even when he's with the boys, but this time he's nearly half an hour late. I roll my eyes and check my watch for the fiftieth time today. It reads 8:57. To stop myself from thinking the worst, I set off to look for him. I circle around the boardwalk, trying to spy the boys but they're no where to be seen. Until I stumble down an alleyway. I stop dead in my tracks to find the whole group of boys cornering a group of tipsy, stoned teenagers against the back wall. I take a step back, unable to run, my eyes glued to the scene. There's a blood curdling scream and one of the teenagers falls to the ground. That's when I have to look away and run. I duck around a corner near a tiny comic book store, my head in my hands and trying to make sense of it all. My brain is going back to the missing posters I saw when I first moved here and can't help wondering if Marko and his friends were responsible for all of those 'missing' people. But then again, I have somewhat of a vivid imagination so maybe I could have imagined it... I could have sworn I saw Marko's curly hair in the group though. This is crazy. Maybe I'm crazy. Just as I'm thinking about this, Marko is running over to me, looking very confused. "Where were you?" He asks. "I was just at the carousel and you weren't there..." Then he sees my face. "Are you ok, Y/N?" "No, I'm-I'm not, Marko, ok? I saw something but I didn't... but I feel like I did." I shake my head. "It's crazy, I know." He takes my hand and looks at me, concerned. "What happened?" "You and your friends... with those teenagers..." Something unclear, unspoken crosses Marko's face, his eyes shadowed. "What do you mean?" I roll my eyes. "Don't lie. I saw you." "That wasn't me!" That's what he says, but his eyes and face tell a different story. "Look, Y/N, don't you think I would tell you if I was ganging up on random kids to make sure you were ok with it?" I shrug. "I just want to know the truth." "Well, here it is. I wouldn't do something like that. What do you think I am? A vampire or something?" That's when I can't help but chuckle. "Ok. Maybe I got it wrong. But it doesn't mean you're off the hook." Marko still looks shifty, his eyes don't catch onto mine. "Lets go to that gig then..."
Marko didn't know how to tell Y/N about what was really going on. He didn't known how to tell Her/Him/Them about how he couldn't live without the blood of a human. He didn't know how to explain that he wouldn't hurt Her/Him/Them.
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i'm so sorry it took so long! studying has been taking over my life recently so i haven't really had time to do much writing but i really hope that you like it!
