This story is in Jack's P.O.V. unless otherwise noted. Also, Singe/Wiishu may be portrayed as a slut in this book, but in real life, she is a wonderful woman and I love her for making Jack happy! Thanks!
~ Dusty

" Jaaaaaaack! Fuuuuuckkkk meeeee!" my slut of a girlfriend whined.

She sloppily held her wine glass and leaned against me chest. Her breath stank of a awful mix of beer and wine.

" Singe..." I sighed.

I just needed to get a breath of fresh air. This party was killing me. Just, to much hard partying, if you know what I mean.

" Just. Stay with Felix for a bit, won't yeah?" I said, pressing the bridge of my nose with my hands.

I gestured lightly towards Felix and Cry, who were 'covertly' making out in the corner of the room. I grinned at the two, Felix secretly giving me a brofist from underneath Cry's arm.

I grinned and walked outside. The fresh smell of wood and crisp leaves filled my nose. I walked behind this douche's house (Dillon) and saw a trail. It held a bunch of signs reading 'STAY OUT' and 'GO AWAY'.

" Bucha bull." I muttered.

I walked onto the trail, a small grin upon my face. I inhaled the scents of the woods, it filled my lungs with a powerful and relaxing atmosphere. I let out a small yelp as a deer snapped a twig in the distance. I face palmed and giggled at myself. As I continued walking, I got the feeling that someone was watching me. I decided to turn around and quickened my pace.

" Damn it..." I muttered, looking down at my dead phone screen.

I looked over my shoulder, a certain someone was there. I felt my chest hit a hard surface. I looked and found my face inches from a very handsome man. He had blinding red hair with chocolate brown eyes. He seemed to be Korean, or at least half Korean. His build. Good god his build. He was strong and beautiful. He grinned a sly grin, tracing his finger along my jawline. Long fangs replaced his K-9's.

" So... you waltzed into my woods. And now you've found me, hmm pretty boy?" he growled.

I held my breath to afraid to even talk. The man moved his face to that our lips were millimeters apart.

" Hmm?" he asked again.

" Ye--s--s." I stuttered.

He chuckled a low laugh, his hand still on my cheek. My face had to be as red as a tomato my now.

" Wait? Séan?! Séan Mcloughlin?! he exclaimed.

Then, I was outside the woods by the house again. I was appalled. I stood motionless for a moment, before a thought crossed my mind.

" How did he know my name?" I thought.

I briskly walked back to the party, my green hair whipping my face violently. I ran into Dillon's home and raced to Felix.

" Is there some creepy red haired horrific dude that lives around here?!" I panted.

" You mean... Vampire Markiplier." Felix dramatically said.

" I don't fucking know?!" I shouted.

" He's just some dumbass legend, why?" Felix said placidly.

" Tell me about him. Now." I demanded.

" Fee!!" Cry whined.

" One second love!" Felix called.

" So, apparently, Markiplier is a vampire dude who lives in these woods. He has hair the color of Hell's fire, his eyes rich as the finest chocolate, and the strength of a Greek God..." Felix rambled.

I chuckled, leave it to Felix to ramble on about things like this. He was a history freak, but who am I to judge. I'm a cake freak, does that count?

" ... and Mark has a chosen sole mate by the name of Séan, supposedly. Speaking legend wise."

WAIT! Séan?! I giggled softly to myself. This is ridiculous. I fantasized about me and this pretty boy, or Mark, whatever.

" Wait, Poods." I said suddenly, " Is Mark supposed to be some legitimate Vampire?"

" Well, yeah. If they were real. But why do you even care so much?" he asked.

" I have to go." I stated, flinging myself out the door.

" JACK!" Felix shouted.

Hey! Wut up. I have had the WORST case of writers block in the world. Ughhhhh. I was listening to Elenor Rigby by the Beatles and an inspiration was born. Idfk, I'm weird. SEE ALL YOU DUDES IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! Buh-bye!
~ Dusty