The morning rolls around rather quickly, Jack's eyes open, and his blue eyes scan the room groggily, slightly panicked at first, before remembering he was at Mark's place.

He groans as he sits up, his body sore, licking his lips, as almost a coppery taste occupies his mouth, his eyes narrow as he stands up, preparing to walk out of his room, once his hand touches the doorknob however his blue eyes widen as he sees a deep red coating his hand, front and back.

"What the hell..."

He murmurs softly turning around to walk to the small mirror that sat above the desk, his eyes widen even more as he sees himself, and instantly panic overtakes him.

There was blood, lots of it, staining his hands, his face, his hair, and splattered across his large t-shirt, that would explain the coppery taste, one Jack was honestly surprised he didn't recognize sooner, having tasted it so many times. After the initial panic finally passes he strips from his t-shirt, tossing it to the side with a small growl.

"Why does it have to happen now...?"

He murmurs under his breath as he grabs clean clothing from his suitcase, checking the bed for stains, and sighing in relief when he sees the sheets clean. Slowly the Irish man walks to the door, opening it quietly and peeking his head out, sighing in relief once more as he sees Mark's door still shut, and the house quiet.

Slowly and stealthily he makes his way to the bathroom, which thankfully was just across the hall. Once inside he locks the door and looks into the sink mirror, his blue eyes scanning over his reflection, he looked truly insane, his blue eyes crazed, animalistic, blood covering his face, and his mouth curled into what looked like a snarl, he looked like a monster. However, he kind of was one.

Pushing his thoughts out of his head he starts the shower and climbs in, watching the water turn red and go down the drain as it washed the traces of what had happened the night before away. He lets the warm water hit his head, thoughts racing through his head.

He wasn't surprised that it had happened, he was expecting it, he'd just thought it was controllable. Now he worried, what if he hurt Mark, or worse...

~~~~~~~~~~~Inside Mark's room~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mark groans as his chocolate brown eyes open, rolling over to his stomach and burying his head into the pillow. The man really didn't want to get up. He planned on simply falling asleep before listening more closely, hearing the sound of the shower.

"Dammit..."

He murmurs into the pillow, finally forcing himself to sit up, if his guest was up, then he should be too. Mark grabs his phone off of the bedside table and looks at the time, it was only 7am, and he wondered why Jack was up so early.

He slowly climbs out of bed, running a hand through his dyed red hair. The night before he had changed into a pair of dark red flannel pajama pants, and a white t-shirt which hugged his torso gently. Walking out he passes the bathroom door, where the shower still ran. As he walks towards the stairs he wanders past Jack's room, the door sat ajar, and normally he wouldn't have paid much attention, but a small splash of red on one of the pillows caught his eye. He walks in slowly, silently listening for the shower water, making sure he was still in there before walking up to the bed.

The red was clearly blood, a small splash of it on the pillowcase, Mark narrows his eyes curiously, before shaking his head and pulling the pillowcase off, deciding to ask Sean about it later, though curiosity still plagues his mind.

Mark soon enough walks down stairs, tossing the pillowcase into his laundry room before walking into the kitchen, putting on a pot of coffee and scrolling through Twitter on his phone, his eyes groggy as he read the different tweets, replying to a few of them before the water can be heard turning off.

And soon enough the Irish man walks down the stairs, already dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a gray sweatshirt, his green hair slightly wet and a mess on top of his head.

"Morning Sean."

Mark greets as he walks in, already grabbing two coffee mugs from the cupboard as Jack sat down at the small stools near the counter, his blue eyes seeming to avoid looking at the red haired man.

"Mornin'."

He replies simply, pushing a hand through his wet green hair. Mark examines the man as he sets a cup of the steaming coffee in front of him, he chocolate brown eyes worried, he looked tired, afraid even.

"Everything okay?"

The red haired man questions, setting his cup down and leaning forward, his elbows resting against the counter. Jack's eyes finally move up, and he smiles, though the smile doesn't reach his eyes.

"Yep, totally fine."

Jack replies in a chirpy tone. Mark raises his eyebrow at the man, clearly not believing him. Finally after a minute of the two staring at each other, Jack drops the smile and runs a hand through his hair, seeming to think of what to say.

"I'm just tired okay."

Jack finally sighs, though it still slightly sounded like a lie.

"Didn't you sleep well?"

Mark questions, his thoughts going back to the small bloodstain he saw on the man's pillow. Jack shrugs his shoulders and sips his cup of coffee, which had cooled down plenty.

"I just... had a weird dream is all... I'd rather not talk about it."

The Irish man finally mumbles, his tone of voice telling the red haired man to just drop it, which he does, somewhat anyway.

"Right... By the way Jack, there was a bit of blood on your pillow this morning...."

Mark states in a questioning tone, his brown eyes looking at the green haired man, whose eyes seemed to widen just barely, a small bit of fear shining in the blue orbs.

"Did you get hurt?"

Mark finally finishes his question, worry lacing his tone, though his eyes curious as he watched the man's now slightly fidgety behavior.

"I just..."

Jack begins softly, his finger tracing over his mug as he thought of an excuse, something to say.

"I got a nosebleed.... Nothing serious..."

The Irish man finally blurts out, a small bashful smile coming onto his face as he does, Mark believing him after a minute, and simply nodding.

"Right..."

He mutters under his breath, his brown eyes studying the man skeptically for another few seconds before looking away and sipping his own coffee.

"Oh yah, Felix is coming over today. I think he's arriving around noon."

Mark changes the subject, remembering the Swede would be arriving as well, something that didn't' often happen, the holy trinity as they were called among fans, was finally getting together again. Jack nods and smiles, the smile not seeming forced anymore but actually genuine at the fact he'd get to see his friend again, it almost made him forget the night before, almost... however Worry still twists at his gut.

"Can't wait! So what should we do till then?"

Jack asks, shaking away any feelings of doubt and worry, simply letting himself enjoy the company of friends.

"We could go find a game to play?"

Mark suggests, making the Irish man smile brightly once again as he nods in agreement. Soon after the men decide to play 'Don't Starve' they last for quite a while but as it always seems to happen, they starve.

The doorbell rings soon after that, Mark stands up to walk to the door, leaving the green haired man in the living room laughing his ass off of course.

Mark can't help chuckling as he listens to the laughter, the cheerfulness contagious. The red haired man swings the door open to reveal a blonde hair, blue eyed, Swedish man, Mark smiles in greeting, but the Swede had a serious look to his face, making the red haired man narrow his eyes.

"Everything okay Felix?"

The red haired man questions softly, gesturing him inside. Felix enters, his blue eyes darting around before he turns to the half-Korean man once again, his blue eyes stern.

"No everything isn't okay."

Felix growls quietly, keeping his voice soft as he spoke, Mark's eyes narrowing inquisitively as he waited for the Swede to continue.

"There's a wolf in town..."