I'm so sorry if this is a horrible chapter, I'm still doing this last minute as I am tryna cram doing everything at once. I love writing this, but I also have things to do :/ I'm so so sorry if this chapter seems rushed.
Previously...
"Hey, [Y/N]?"
"Yeah?"
"What was it last night you wanted to show me?"
The majority was: Tell him only what he asks you.
Your POV:
I should tell him, but only what he wants to know… hey, I'm not sure myself, so why should I rush to conclusions? And anyway, how can I trust myself not to spill too much unless I'm answering specific questions?
"Here." I said, as I took out my phone. I had to check the unread message first before I can show it to Sean, just to brace myself of what I may have to spill. Hah! What a simple threat.
Don't lie to yourself, [Y/N], you know you are at least scared.
It read, 'They are soon to knowing, or yet, they may already know. Follow my orders, you soon-to-be-dead bitch.' The 'knowing' part was what scared me, the ending was just stupid. Soon-to-be-dead bitch? How original.
That's the thing with me - why do I analyze everything? This is a text, not a murder scene.
Then again, it can turn into one if this person's serious.
I hand the phone to Sean, and I go over to the couch and sit down. He follows me as he reads, and once he's sat down he's finished with reading.
"Are these… death threats?" He asked me. Ohh noooo, they aren't death threats. They're invitations to happyland, in the north pole with Saaaanntaaa! Ahem, sarcasm is too obvious here. Instead of being sarcastic, I just reply seriously.
"Yes. They are." I replied.
"Can I ask, what is-"
"-the Nephilim." We said in unison. I knew what he was going to ask. Any normal person would have asked that if they didn't know. I have to ask myself before I say absolutely anything, am I really prepared to reveal everything to someone? Am I really 'steady' enough?
"Yeah. What is that?" He asked again.
"It's a gang."
"And why would they threaten to tell them?" He questioned. I froze for a second, and I didn't know why. The dilemma in front of me was to either tell him right away that I was one of them, say it subtly or make up a lie. I've come this far, I doubt the lying option is possible. I cleared my throat. The subtle option was the only one I trusted myself with doing.
"I-err… I've had d-dealings with them." I stuttered. Why was I stuttering? It technically wasn't a lie… but it technically wasn't true either.
"Dealings?"
"I-I'm… y-yeah. Dealings."
"Such as?" Sean asked.
"I'm… not- I'm not proud, but-but..." I stuttered again. I thought this was going to be easy (or easier than it really is), but remembering everything just… it was way more overwhelming than I was prepared for. Man the fuck up, [Y/N], this was years ago.
I looked down, grabbed hold of the back of my neck with my left arm, and sighed. He put his hand on my left arm (and he was unusually close).
"It's okay, you don't have to tell me." He empathized. "Things in the past are sometimes better left unsaid-"
"Don't you see? I've been living the same lie over and over, god fucking damnit!" I yelled, but unintentionally. He was a bit startled at it, and he looked at me worriedly. I felt horrible. I didn't mean to. "Sorry… Sorry-"
"No, I can understand, it's alright." He smiled reassuringly back to me.
"What I wanted to say was… I am a member." I gathered my courage and had finally said it. Why was I so… nervous? I trust him, right?
Do you, [Y/N]? Or is it… Anti you don't trust?
"One of them…?" He interrupted my train of thought. I looked at him, snapping back to reality.
"Yeah…"
"And you aren't proud of it…?"
"Y-yeah…"
"Why?"
"They, well… how do I say this- uh..." I had paused. How do I break it to him? I-
"Look it doesn't matter, I can tell you aren't comfortable with sharing it yet. It's alright, I didn't mean to-"
"No, it's fine, it's me but thank you for understanding." I interrupted him with a hug, as I knew he was going to start blaming himself. He hugged me back, and after a while we released each other. "I'll tell you another time."
"You don't have to."
"I want to." I gave him a gentle smile, and he smiled back.
"So what do you want to do?" He asked, changing the subject.
"What do I want to do?"
"Yeah!"
"Uhmm…" I thought for a little bit. I wasn't that sure actually. I had a couple of things in mind. "What time is i-" I looked at the clock and my eyes widened. "12 o'9?!" I exclaimed. "Did we speak for so long or did I wake up that late?"
"You woke up late. It was about 10 when I came over to check on you and started to make the pancakes with trial and error. You woke up about 11 o'clock, and yeah, the rest you were up for." He explained. I nodded in an understanding way.
"Hmm… are there any hills around?" I asked. He stared at me with the 'isn't it obvious' face, then I remembered. "Oh wait…"
"Nooo~ There aren't any hilllss~" Sean joked.
"Okay, I get it, I get it." I laughed. I got up, and went over to the kitchen.
"Where are you going?"
"Well, you asked me what did I want to do, and since Mark may not be back for a while, we can just make some kind of feast for ourselves. Up for that?" I asked him. He got up, and nodded.
"Yes, but why did you ask about the hill?" He said.
"Because I have three things we may be able to do. Are there any pools or something around?"
"Not close by, but there's this nice one about 15-20 minutes away."
"Fantastic. Let's go do that food."
"Uhh… okay? A bunch of random questions and statements together, but that's cool too..." He said. I laughed.
When I entered the kitchen, the first thing I noticed was that he still had his cookbook in there.
"Mind if we look in this?" I questioned.
"Nope, go ahead." Sean replied. I flipped through the cookbook, and looked at some of the recipes.
A little bit after…
We chose what we wanted, after a bit of trouble.
"Uh… [Y/N], you do realise that there's NOTHING in the house for us to use?" Sean pointed out.
"Well, yeah, but there's a store nearby." I replied.
"Obviously." Sean rolled his eyes playfully. I laughed again.
"Let's go get what we need then."
"Duhh~" Sean lilted. He then clicked his fingers, and a sly grin grew across his face. "Hey, [Y/N]?"
"Yeah?"
"Catch me if you can!" He yelled playfully, as he dashed to the car.
"Hey, that's cheating!" I yelled back as I run after him. He flung the garage door open, and looked back for a second.
"Remind you of any event? Haha, payback!" He joked, as he jumped straight into the car's driver seat. Confused, I got into the passenger's seat.
"So you want to drive?" I ask him, as I shut the door. I was genuinely expecting him to jump into the passenger's seat first.
"Might as well." He replied. He started the car.
"Wait, I need my hoodie." I hurriedly said as I throw the door open to get my black hoodie. It was of a bigger size, but that was good. I had to cover my face. Before I left to get it, Sean tapped my shoulder.
"Can you get my jacket please? It's on the couch." Sean asked. I nodded, and hurriedly grabbed both my hoodie and his jacket. I think I know why he wants his jacket, but I doubt he knows why I want mine.
He probably wants his to not be recognized.
I want mine to first of all, not be ambushed by his fans by getting hate and second of all, not to be recognized by that crazy fan if she's there.
I hop into the car.
Mark's POV (After a couple of hours from the previous event):
God FUCKING damnit.
I've just checked about the status of this 'Lady Caedes'. This stupid girl hasn't been seen for years, and was never seen again after her death. I knew this was some kind of joke.
I call back the organization as I walk down the road - it was unusually empty and quiet. All I knew was that it was better for me, as I was going to swear my ass off. I'm not doing some stupid mission I know I can't achieve. I have things to do, I'm on fucking holiday.
"Name?"
"Mark, Mark Fischbach." I answered calmly.
"And role in the organizatio-"
"Cut the bullshit, damnit. You're sending me on a job which there is no real way of completing it!" I yelled into the phone.
"That's definitely Mark. One second." The person on the other side had left, but I was still mad.
"You better be fucking quick." I shouted. A couple of minutes later, someone answers.
"Yes, Mark?"
"This job is fucking useless! She hasn't been seen after her fucking death at all-"
"Well no shit, Mark, it wouldn't have been that easy. She's changed her name." I was interrupted by this apparent dickhead of a leader. He's only made me more mad, why didn't they freaking tell me?!
"Well you could have told me that damnit!"
"Thought you were smart to figure it out. You've just proven me wrong." He sassed. I growled, I hated it when this guy starts to get smart with me.
"I'm not up for fun and games. Have you found out her name?"
"That's what we sent you out for, dumbass. We'll handle her once you find out." I could tell he was trying not to get mad, but it was showing. I breathed in, and out, calming myself down.
"Well she can't have changed her name legally." I sighed.
"There we go, so you do have a couple of brain cells in the end." I could hear him chuckling to himself.
"There we go, so you do have a sense of humour." I mocked. He growled over the phone.
"How very clever." The leader had said, "Have you got any idea of how she changed her name?"
"No. No I haven't." I replied.
"Well go to it, you idiot."
"Well tell me how she looks like at lea-"
"She changed her appearance, you stupid bastard." He hissed. "Just go, I have a job to do. Get me that damn girl."
"Why are we even getting her?" I yelled into the phone. He stopped, and sighed.
"She isn't like us." He left me on that, and hung up. I was so tempted to throw my phone onto the pavement, but I stopped myself. It doesn't seem I'll be getting back home until 10 o'clock PM. Is there any way for someone to change their name without doing it legally, but still make it seem convincing?
And what in the world does he mean, 'she isn't like us'? No shit she isn't like us, we're all different when we're human.
Wait… is she even human?
Your POV:
Finally!
I took out the dessert with oven mitts, and laid it onto the steel cooling rack. I stood back as I pulled off the oven mitts, and I sighed in relief. Sean was still washing away.
"I'm pretty sure that's clean now." I chuckled, as I walked over to him. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Fine." He said, as he turned off the water supply, and dried his hands.
"Well, Mark's definitely missing out." I laughed, as I kneel down and look at the dessert at a different angle.
"Want to call him?" Sean asked.
"Sure." I replied, as I took out my phone. I dialed his number.
Ring… Ring…
The ringing went on for a little bit longer… why was he taking his time? Pick up, dangit-
"Hey, [Y/N]." I heard Mark say. I put it on speaker.
"Where are you, Mark? It's been a while."
"Still out and about."
"What are you doing?"
"Things." He sighed. Why was he not mentioning anything specific? I looked over to Sean, and he shrugs with the 'don't look at me!' face.
"Uhh… when are you going to be back?" I asked him.
"A couple more hours."
"Okay. We may not be home when you come back though, is that alright?"
"Yeah. I have to go, alright? See you - and Sean, watch yourself." Mark shouted. He probably thinks I don't have him on speaker… Sean rolled his eyes.
"What are you talking about?" Sean asked.
"Don't do anything crazy whilst I'm gone." Mark lectured.
"We won't." I laughed. "See you Mark!"
"Bye!" He replied, as I ended the call. I sighed.
"Well, you had something in mind to do?" Sean asked, as he goes back to the sink to take out all of the clean plates for drying.
"Yeah I did." I replied.
"What did you want to do?
What do you two do?
1) Go for a picnic on that hill, then return home.
2) Eat at home, then do anything and everything you can at the house.
3) Eat at home, then go for a swim in the nearby pool Sean said earlier.
PERSONALLY, I vote 3. My votes are equal to your guys' votes, and as usual I will pick the majority - but this one was a poll I had to vote for :3 XD sorry. And I still don't know how to do that polling business… PS, Shoutout to a struggling friend's fanfiction (I edit some of it... not a lot...); Blood-Laced Threats
