Made by: Death_Panther
Chapter 1

Prologue

Mark's POV

I’m sitting on my couch, hunched over as I grab at my stomach slightly. I flinch as I feel the hunger grow. My top lip curled up on the left side, twitching a bit. Just a few more minutes until dark… I can wait… I thought to myself. I don't want to kill anybody. I hope my hunger pains don't stop me from getting to the forest…

My eyes snap open, hearing my grandfather clock go off. Next thing I know, I'm surrounded by trees. I stand up, feeling taller. I knew I waited too long…My eyes scanned the woods, my ears listening. My head snaps to the right, looking in the direction of the heartbeat. My eyes switching to a blood red as I made my way closer to my target.

A buck, calmly grazing in a small clearing. My tongue runs along my teeth, feeling my fangs extend. I look up, jumping into the tree beside me. I step closer, going from branch to branch until I'm almost above the deer. It lifts up its head as I drop down.

The deer had no time to react before I sank my teeth into its neck. The bite paralyzing the deer in its spot. I greedily drained the deer. I release my hold on the animal. Its lifeless body slumped to the ground.

I dragged my thumb over my lips, removing any traces of blood. I licked the blood off of my thumb. The question now was, am I done? I waited, leaning against a tree. Sometimes it takes more than one deer to satisfy my thirst. I was back to my “normal” height… I didn't feel any more hunger pains… However, my fangs were still out… and I have a feeling my eyes are a mix between blood red and hazel brown.

I sigh, closing my eyes as I look down… Note to self… When exposed to large/long amounts of rage, failure to feed in less than a day could lead to possible population casualties. I took a deep breath, feeling my fangs start to retract.

I start to walk away, letting out a high-pitched whistle that signaled a kill. Hearing calls back, I walked home. Man is it nice to have your own wolf pack to hide the evidence of your kills. I walked into my backyard. I opened the back door, locking it behind me.

Normally, vampires would have to make their kill look like an animal did it. I just so happened to have saved the alpha, their mate and pups. Thus, the alpha decided a partnership would do as payment for me saving them. So whatever I kill is a free meal. They could scout out things if I wish. If I were to be severely wounded, they would sacrifice their lives to protect me. My territory is theirs and vice versa. Yada yada yada.

I sigh softly as I head upstairs. I’m so glad I care about Chica too much. It makes me feel sick to think of her as a “meal”. Not even in my darkest of nightmares would that happen.

I walk into my room, Chica sitting up as she yawns. Her tail wagging slightly. “Who’s a sleepy puppy?” I ask her softly. I pat her head as I pass her. I strip off my clothes, pulling on my Markiplier pajama pants. I glance at one of my Markiplier shirts… nah. I grab my pants, pulling my phone from the pocket. I plug it in, setting it on the night table as I climb into bed. I don’t really need sleep, I just find it relaxing.

Once I’m all cozy and under the covers, I reach for my phone. I unlock it, and press on one of the apps. Twitter loads in, and I spend about 30-ish minutes looking through tweets. I sighed as I closed out of Twitter. I went to Facebook. I lazily scrolled through, nothing really catching my eye. I close out after about 10 minutes.

I open up YouTube, going to my latest video. Already a decent amount of views. I scrolled through the comments until YouTube decided to crash. I roll my eyes in annoyment as I open YouTube again. The same video loads and I go to the comments section. The most liked comment catching my eye.

Does anybody have any idea as to where Jack could possibly be going? Maybe Mark might know…

Shut up! He said to be quiet about it. It’s a surprise for a good friend of his. He even had the video unlisted. Don’t ruin it for him dude.

Sorry man. I’m just curious is all :/

We’re all wondering. Just wait, he’ll answer our question in due time.

… I just want to be part of the conversation. So…. Greeting from Florida ^_^

How many lizards do you step on da- *commenter continues on*

“Jack’s going somewhere?” I ask softly. I pull up Jack’s YouTube. Pressing on the newest video. “I’ma Sneaky Irish Man” Noting that it was posted yesterday and that it was indeed unlisted.

After he went through his intro, he paused. Gave a giggle before he leaned closer to his camera. “I’ve been planning something…” He said quietly. He leaned back, looking both ways before leaning back in. “It’s a secret. I’ma gonna go surprise a friend very soon *coughs* tomorrow *coughs*. So hushity hush. Don’t go spreading this around and make me regret it when I knock on the door and them going: Sup Jack. I was wondering when you’d get here.” He gave the camera a “really” look. “Don’t spoil me fun. Nobody likes a party pooper.” He said spinning in his chair. “So since that’ll be happening, I might not get the chance to upload any videos if I run out of pre-recorded videos. So look for only one video a day. But know that when I’m back, the normal uploading times while swing into place.” He swung around in his swivel chair again, looking deep in thought.

“Welp… Me mind’s drawn a blank… But I think I said everything that I needed to say.” He paused for a while, moving his hand like he was pointing at something as he stared at his ceiling. “Yeah, I think I said everything. So with that, if you liked it, punch that like button in the face, LIKE A BOSS!!!Aaaand, high fives all around! *Wapoosh* *Wapoosh* But thank you guys and I will see all you dudes… IN THE NEXT VIDEOOOO!!!” His outro “I’m Everywhere” playing as he threw up his arms.

At the end of the video, he pulled his arms down and looked into the camera. “God I can't wait to see the look on their face.” He said giggling. “It’ll probably be stupid.” He said laughing as the screen went to black.

I turned off my phone, setting it on the table again. Where could Jack be going?

Jack’s POV

God, I’ve been so tempted to send him a sneaky/hinting message. But I can’t. One, because it would ruin the surprise. Two, he’s probably asleep. However, there is every possibility that he doesn’t want me over. Which would suck… and I doubt that. But I guess I could always stay at a hotel if it comes to that. I hope not though...

I checked the time on my phone. Four more hours… I sigh as I slump into my chair. I’m going to have some serious jetlag when I get there. I didn’t get much sleep. I was too excited for this. I was already heading out to the airport at 2 am for my 4 am flight. If I’m correct on my calculation, I should arrive around 6 am there… don’t know how long it’ll take to even get through the airport… it’s about a 20 minute drive to his house… Hmmm…

I took a deep breath. “I’ll worry about that when I get there.” I spoke quietly to myself.

(There may be more chapters to this depending if the writer wants to add.)