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Mark’s huge livestream was coming up soon and he was preparing more and more each day, talking with Bob and Wade over skype and phone. This gave me some time to get my bearings back, making me feel less weak, since he was preoccupied with other things and didn’t have much time to be with me. We still had the occasional kiss and hug but no more love making. I pulled from him a little more and began to move into my apartment, since they had finished the repairs on the building and rooms. Of course I didn’t pull entirely away from him as I still hung out at his place but the first night alone in my own apartment was terrible.
I jumped at shadows, and when I went to bed, I found it uncomfortably cold. Everything weighing on my mind just all hit at once. I fell into desperate sobs, but knew it was for the best. Mark had his fans after all, and my love could never be anything he really needed in the long run. I was barely able to keep myself afloat, what could I really do for him? I cringed at my own negative thoughts and pushed my hand to my heart, wishing I could feel his against me again.
“Mark,” I cried out softly, “I wish you were here…”
The next morning, after falling asleep with my tears sliding down my cheeks, I was greeted to a call from Mark. He was saying how much he couldn’t wait for the next week to come, and how great the livestream was going to be. He was so excited, but something was just bothering me in my gut so I couldn’t express the same, instead I ended up making him talk to dead air for a few seconds before replying with,
“That’s great. I’m so happy for you Mark,” though my words just didn’t seem it.
He caught the sound, but having had gotten used to my depression and somewhat melancholy expression, he continued then asked,
“So how was the first night in your apartment?”
I wanted to lie, but couldn’t cause honestly I still felt it; “… it would’ve been better if you’d been here.”
I could just feel the tone switch in his voice, mixing with a bout of emotions, “I’m sorry. You can come over though. I’ll introduce you to Bob and Wade.”
I grinned and dropped my glance to the floorboards, my feet dangling down from the bed, “That sounds great. I’ll come over after I get dressed, okay?”
“Yeah. Amanda?”
“Yes, Mark?”
“Please remember to call me if you need anything.”
“Okay… I will.”
I clicked the end call button and went to my walk in closet, grabbing a shirt and jeans for the day. I also grabbed my hoodie then headed out. I and Mark had picked up my car previously so I had it again, and now I drove to his place for the last time. As I pulled up to the curb I felt something nagging me that I was in danger. I kicked it aside, thinking it was just some stupid negative point of mine doing what it did to me best. I wasn’t going to let it get to me this time.
Upon walking into Mark’s apartment I was greeted by him, Bob and Wade. They had been gaming on Mark’s PS5 and now Wade died in a pit of spikes. Wade groaned as he looked back at the TV and Bob and Mark avoided the spikes.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to get you killed. I’m-“
“Amanda. Mark’s already told us all about you!”
“Bob, geesh. You could be a bit more friendly.”
“Sorry, concentrating.”
“It’s okay. I see you guys are busy, I’m gonna grab something to eat!”
“Fridge’s empty! Bob and Wade are gonna run to the store for me if they both loose!”
I rolled my eyes, closing the door and walking behind the couch, leaning on it.
“You can sit down. You don’t have to watch from up there,” Mark said, patting the small open spot beside him then going quickly back to the game.
It was one of those annoying race and rage games. I tilted my head, watching for a few moments before I walked around and instead of sitting beside Mark, I sat infront of him on the floor. He just put his arms around me and continued the game. I smiled and continued watching once again. In the end Bob finally lost so the two of them headed out to get Mark’s long list of groceries. However, now that I was alone with Mark I felt the air about us begin to grow heavy and when I looked up at him I was met with pitch black eyes and red glowing orbs in their center. I lurched forward to get away but was met with the controller Mark had been holding, and Dark now had.
He pushed it back against my throat and slammed my head back against the couch. I gagged, clawing for his hands.
“No, No. I’ve had quite about enough of you. Because of you, Mark’s soul is lost to me—Because of YOU, I cannot stay in this body much longer! – Because of YOU, I am dying!”
He gripped and pressed tighter until I passed out from lack of oxygen.
When I awoke, I saw we were in a building of some sort, nowhere close to the city any longer. No-one was around, and it didn’t matter anyways because my mouth was duct taped closed. Fear took me over quickly as I watched Dark peruse through the large amount of weapons on the wooden table nearby. All I could do was watch, my wrists and ankles were held down from what I realized were chains. When I squirmed I got his attention, a wide smile covering his face, so wide that it looked unlike Mark’s own in entirety. The four elongated canines shown completely, and were now stained with what I realized aswell was my own blood. I tried to look away, feeling a pain in my neck and then the sensation of the duct tape being pulled off.
“Wha-what have you done to me!?”
“Nothing yet. I just simply sampled your blood again. You won’t be needing it for long, Amanda.”
I shivered at the voice, as Dark was mixing his own with Mark’s quite well. He was doing this on purpose to make me more fearful of him. I shook, and shivered, still trying to get myself free from the chains.
“Let me go, Dark!”
“No! You’ve made me loose a soul! And for that I’m going to kill you with great pleasure. Or should I say… your beloved Mark is going to kill you with great pleasure?”
My eyes went wide as I heard the voice tone fully into Mark’s.
“No… no… don’t… don’t! He’s the only one! Please!”
“Nah. Begging will do you no good, my love,” Dark acted out, coming over and running his fingers through my hair, “but to be completely honest… I think you and me should make love one last time, don’t you think so too, Amanda?”
My mind reeled, who was in control!?! I was having trouble differing between Mark’s and Dark’s voices; especially as I watched his eyes clear and become Mark’s natural color. My breathing spiked and my chest raised and dropped, and repeated it over and over again, becoming more rapid.
“*gasp* Please… *gasp* Please don’t do this… Dark… Mark… please!!”
“Shhhh, shhhh, Shhhhh. Come now my sweet lover,” he spoke, stroking his hand down the side of my face; “we don’t want to disturb our neighbors do we. Especially with you looking like that.”
I looked down, watching as my clothes scrapped and shredded from my body.
“Wha-what’re you going to do?”
“I already told you. I’m going to make love to you, well… to your body anyways,” he replied, licking those pearly whites.
His next move was only slightly unexpected as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his member, stroking it as he stroked my face with his other hand.
“Oh you’re so beautiful. Just look at you babbbyy…”
His words provoked me, and my body. I squirmed under the gaze of those eyes then closed mine when he began to touch my bare body.
“Stop.. it.. your not him… you’re not Mark…”
“But I am. It’s me, Amanda, and I love you. Why can’t you see that,” he spoke again, pulling away, throwing his arms up and out to the sides, showing off his erection.
I opened my eyes and looked to him, reconnecting them with his. What I saw was the darkness that had been there before the liveliness had come, and it blinded me with a fever that came from dark, and powerful satanic magic. I gasped and reeled, shaking myself around against the chains.
“Do it,” I spoke aloud now, against myself, “do it. I want you to fuck me, Mark!”
“That’s better – even if it’s the wrong name,” he grinned as he walked back over to me, with a knife in hand hidden behind his back.
His free hand came up and gently caressed my leg before he spread them both against the chains and hiked himself up onto the platform. He placed his right hand on the platform and sturdied himself before he forced inside of me. I groaned out, my mind reeling back and forth against the powerful magic and for it. Feeling the back and forth reel in my mind Dark angered,
“Stop fighting! Just give into your lust! I know it’s there! I feel it swelling from deep inside you!”
I was powerless against it and I eventually did give in, like a whore to money. Upon seeing my complete and utter submission to his power he snapped his fingers, the binds which had bound me now crumbled away. I hitched to him and pulled him at and to me, wanting him to go deeper and give me more pleasure. But now that I was blinded in lusts grasp, Dark had me right where he wanted me, jabbing the knife into my back. He watched the pain systematically course and how I lurched onto him. I felt the blood drip down before he pulled the knife out and stuck it in a new place.
“How’s it feel? How’s it feel having your lover kill you? He’s here you know. Right beside me. Unable to do anything in here. I have full control for now, but because of you -- I soon will not!”
I felt the knife jab into my back repeatedly, blood soon finding its way out my mouth and sliding down my chin and neck.
“You stupid fucking cunt! Feel it! Feel all my hate and rage! Feel i--,” he continued to stab me as he fucked my body and spoke out; but suddenly slowed, losing control and fading away forever.
I felt the switch, and I felt the power fade, and the mind control end, and the lust purge from me, but I also felt all the pain now, and the weakness, and the darkness that was slowly closing in.
“Amanda,” I heard a cry as Mark pulled himself out of me sexually then gripped me in his arms, blood coating him, “Amanda!”
“Mark… I’m sorry…”
“It’s not your fault,” he cried out, “I should’ve stopped him, I should’ve tried harder,” he added, realizing how much blood I had lost and that I couldn’t be saved now, “I’m the ones whose sorry Amanda… this is all my fault… because of me…”
“So one life… dies to save another… Mark… please…”
“Amanda?”
I was fading fast, trying to get the words out.
“Don’t… stop making people laugh… and loving life… you should never feel lonely…”
“Amanda, don’t… don’t keep talking you’ll,” he was trying to fight against loosing me even though he knew it was hopeless, “please don’t – I love you! I can’t lose you!”
“I love you too… Markimoo…,” I spoke the best I could, raising my hand to touch his cheek before finally dying.
My chest stopped rising and falling, my arm went limp and hit the table. Mark grabbed me and clung, crying into my blood soaked body. He stayed there, for a while before he knew he had to go back to living. My body faded there into dust slowly but surely, and it was never found. My memories, because I had given into sin in my last moments, was wiped from my relatives, friends, and even the people I had recently met minds. But it stayed with him, but only him, because I had rescued his soul from eternal damnation and he now had his life back in full. When trying to speak of me to CTK, Yamimash, Bob or Wade he only received confusion and light hearted jokes.
They didn’t remember me, no one did, and my apartment was seized and rented out to someone else. The full paid doc to my car was nestled tight in its compartment of which Mark found and now owns, he keeps it as a reminder to remind himself that I was real. My clothes and all but that car and two other personal items turned to dust.
A small rpg video game sat on Mark’s dresser in his room, on it was a note which had written,
“May you find happiness always in your fans,
Much love,
Amanda.”
Upon playing it, which he decides it’s cool enough for the livestream, he simply forces himself through it but at the end he breaks into tears, the characters resembling himself from some of his videos, CTK, Pewdiepie, Yamimash, Cryaotic, Bob, Wade, the Game Grumps, Jacksepticeye, and her in her video game form as Menasay. Pausing he removes himself from the livestream where Bob and Wade cover for him. As he walked into his bedroom to cool off he sees a picture of her and him acting goofy in a frame. He walks to it and touches over her face,
“I’ll never forget you, Amanda. You were real to me. Thank you, for everything you’ve done.”
And this is all I know and have known since my death. Sometimes I still watch Mark, who now does voice acting but keeps his channel running strong. I smile sometimes, from my small place, where I reside because of the soul-save and yet sinful act that I gave into; purgatory.