"I have to go now," (no/N) said. "Despite Mark being some dangerous life force... I can't let him see me,"

"Why? Mom can see you... Or... Could," I replied in confusion.

"Dark is a demon. If he had any idea I was still protecting you... Let's just say it wouldn't be pretty. Dark likes you, but he's also trying to break you. Dark's still a demon. Pathetic, but powerful. He knows exactly what he wants with you,"

"And what is that?"

"He wants you broken. A demon can only officially own its host body if there is a broken vessel to feed upon. And that would be you. But if there's something like me in the way, he can never get what he wants. That's why Mark must never know,"

"Okay,"

"Now go. It's been nice finally explaining things to you. Shoo!"

I turned around and fast walked away,  getting back to the safer part of the city. Right as I exited the alleyway, I saw Mark running toward me with relief in his face. "(Y/N)!" He called. "Penny came running at the door and you weren't there! Where were you?! I was worried sick!"

"Penny ran off. I guess she missed you. I was just looking for her," I replied blankly. I'm a terrible liar. People who have never even seen me before know it.

"O... Okay then..." Mark responded. Mark grabbed my hand in a firm grip and led me back home, his hand clenching mine more and more as my hand would pull back. I gave out a yelp as his nails started digging into my palm. Mark loosened his grip just a bit, then continued dragging me through the less-than-crowded streets and into the apartment.

Mark nearly threw me on the couch and sat down next to me for a good five minutes. I gave an awkward sigh which stopped when I heard the beeping. "Go to your room for just a second," he said with a small trace of demanding. "I'll tell you when it's okay to come back out,"

I shrugged and walked up the stairs, not caring that he was treating me like a child. Moe meowed and weaved around my legs, wrapping his tail on my ankles. I knelt down and petted him. Purring loudly, Moe walked away to Mark's room, looking at me every few seconds. "You want me to follow you? Why?" I asked. Moe mewled.

I followed Moe, no harm can come from a cat, can it? Moe took a sharp turn through Mark's doorway and I followed. Hopping on Mark's bed, Moe pointed out the bathroom's closet. I am so confused... I thought, shaking my head. I went over an opened it, only to find something large and heavy toppling onto me. I didn't even bother to look at it, I just shoved it back in the closet as quickly as possible and left.

"(Y/N)! Come down here! I'm finished!" Mark called.

"Coming!" I called back, walking down the long hall.

I stepped down the stairs, making sure to make click clack sounds as I stepped down. Mark came from around the corner wearing a tuxedo with a rose in hand. "Hello, m'lady," he said. "Care to join me for dinner?"

I was a bit taken aback. "W-was I supposed t-to wear a d-dress?" I stammered.

"No, it's fine. We're just going to Dave and Busters. I was planning on making a nice pork chop dinner, but I burnt everything,"

"Looks like neither of us can cook anything but pasta," I giggled.

"Yeah..." Mark sighed. "Let's go then, shall we?" Mark held out his arm and I took it, smiling and giggling constantly.

***

We made it to Dave and Busters and met two very unexpected guests. "Bob? Wade? What are you doing here?" Mark asked.

"Well..." Wade started.

"Shut up, Wade! Let Bob speak!" Mark yelled playfully.

Wade stuck his tongue out and I giggled. Noticing, Wade inched closer, grinning like a dumb kid. "So... (Y/N)... You been up to anything lately? Wanna go get a few drinks... And... Make out?" He asked in a playful fashion, lightly punching my arm.

Mark started growling like a wild animal, clenching his fists so hard his knuckles turned white. Mark was jealous. "Wade... Dear God... I will m--"

"No," I interrupted. "I have a boyfriend. But I'll take you up on the drinks,"

Mark rushed over and squeezed my arm tightly, spitting at Wade and snarling. I rolled my eyes and started walking, Mark following close behind.

A little bit later, we had got our table and I was heading off to play the games after ordering chicken wings and stuff. Mark was following me like a leopard stalking its prey and pulling me away from guys that he deemed "too flirty". I was getting really annoyed at this point and tried shaking him off by going to the bathroom. I got out and Mark was still sitting there right next to the bathroom door, tapping his foot.

"Where is it you would like to go now, (Y/N)?" He asked.

"I would like to go actually have fun and talk to people, Mark," I responded angrily.

Mark turned to me with a flash of fire in his eyes. "You are having fun, right? And you are talking to people,"

"I'm talking to you and I'm having no fun because you're stalking me and scaring off everyone I meet. I don't even know where Bob and Wade have gone!"

Wade walked out of the bathroom. "Hey," then he continued walking.

"Where Bob has gone!" I shrieked.
Mark looked at me with expressionless eyes and scoffed. He reached to grab my hand, but I pulled it back. I stared intently into Mark's eyes, wondering if this asshole was really Mark or if it was Dark. Who are you? I asked myself. Mark reached for my hand again.

"Mark," I snarled. "Leave me alone. I can take care of myself and I don't need you following me like a lost puppy. I am going to go have fun, have a few drinks with Bob and Wade, and play games. I will see you in a couple hours or when you get your act together. Bye,"

I strode off in search of Bob and Wade, making sure not to look back.

~Mark's POV~

What the hell was I doing?! Acting like a complete jack ass and expecting (Y/N) to not give a damn!? And even then, when (Y/N) was done with my bullshit, I sat there and acted like it was her fault!

I was completely conscious of what I was doing, and I didn't stop myself! I have no idea what got into me and I don't know what my problem with other guys is! Why I was acting this way, I have no idea... I shook my head and let out a sigh.

"(Y/N)...." I muttered. I uncrossed my arms and stood straight, walking in a random direction. I bumped into a man with a hairstyle that mimicked mine, but he was holding some odd device.

"'Ello! Sorry bout that! There just seems to be a lot of activity around 'ere. Alien really, but activity all the same," he pointed the machine to me and it started beeping like a bat out of hell. "Blimey! You're covered! You perhaps had any contact with weird asteroids, plants from the sky, things like that? Things that aren't from this world?"

"... No... Who are you, exactly?" I responded, dumbfounded.

"Doctor," (it's my fanfic. Don't judge me)

"Doctor who?"

"Ah, don't need to worry with that now. Y'see that girl over there? The girl with the (hair color) hair and (eye color) eyes? Yeah, just like you, she's crawling with activity. And not to mention her anger levels are high. Really high. Don't suppose you had anything to do with that, did you? What's funny, is that you two are the only humans here that are covered in alien activity. But there's something else here that has a different kind... Problem is: I have no idea where it is. That's a great feeling isn't it? That feeling of dread and death and despair in a happy-mooded place? Ah! It gets my hearts pumping!" the Doctor happily said in a sadistic way. "Oi! You! (H/C) colored girl! Could you come here a sec?"

The Doctor gestured (Y/N) over. She came with two vodkas in hand. "Hey there, cutie," she hiccuped. "Wanna drink? I got a vodka just for you,"

"(Y/N)," I sniffed. "You're drunk,"

"I'm drunker than what you'll ever be two faced fucker! I'm gonna be more man than you could ever imagine! I'm the fucking king of manliness! Now leemee alone, Markimoo! I'm talking to this cutie here! So, my name's (Y/N). What's yours?"

"The Doctor," the Doctor replied.

"Ooh, you Doctor Love? 'Cause I can give you a big smooch right now,"

(Y/N) stumbled, but uprighted herself, giving another hiccup as she leaned on the Doctor and tried to kiss him. The Doctor pushed her away-- much to my pleasure-- and kept her away by keeping his hand on her forehead. "Er, no. I'm actually quite good. And it's just the Doctor. You and Markimoo-- funny name by the way-- here are smeared in alien activity. I would like to know why. So when (Y/N) is sober and not trying to kiss me... We'll continue on our way," (the Doctor might start sounding unintentionally American. Because that is my native language if you haven't noticed the absence of "u"s in words and how much I use contractions. So... Yeah. I'm American. Deal with it.😋)

The Doctor left to go gawk at some of the video games and then started talking to himself about a shit load of technological stuff. I looked at (Y/N) and she started wandering toward some random girl. I followed her, making sure both she and the other woman would be okay.

~Skip of the Time Lords~

After keeping her away from any alcohol, (Y/N) finally became sober. "Who was that guy and what did he want again?" She asked in a daze.

"His name is the Doctor and he wanted him to help with an investigation type of thing," I responded, holding her hand and pulling her up as she stumbled back.

~Your POV~

My head hurt like crazy... I must've been seriously drunk. Now I was just a little buzzed, but I could think fairly clearly. Mark waved to some guy in a trench coat with a similar hairstyle to Mark's. "'Ello there!" He greeted. "I'm the Doctor. And you're (Y/N). Now that you're not tying to kiss me... We'll continue, shall we?"

"O.... Okay..." I replied.

Mark and "the Doctor" started heading off someplace, so I followed them. Stopping in front of a heavy, locked door, the Doctor pulled out a weird metal stick thing. "What are you going to do with that?" Mark and I wondered simultaneously.

"Just look," the Doctor pushed a button and an obnoxious sound started. The noise of heavy metal unlocking sounded and the door swung open as easily as if it was made of feathers.

"H-how did you do that...?" I asked.

"Sonic screw driver. Messes with the wiring of things. Depending on the frequency, of course," the Doctor replied happily.

I heard a faint hissing sound from above us. Apparently Mark nor the Doctor heard it, as they were too busy shifting around boxes and other numerous things. The hissing grew increasingly louder, but only to a frequency I could hear. After serious contemplation with myself, I looked straight above me.

What I saw was not friendly.