Alvin took out his phone as he watched you walk out of the restaurant doors. He had told you to go ahead and leave without him, as he was heading back towards the university shortly after.
He looked down at his phone and opened up the messaging app and began typing to the contact 'Mark'.
*What are you doing*.
He closed the screen on his phone and put it back in his pocket. Unlike what he expected, his phone vibrated shortly after his message delivered. Surprised, he opened up the message.
*What are you speaking about?*
Alvin frowned as he replied.
*You know exactly what I'm asking.*
Alvin waited for a moment, as he saw three dots pop up on his recipient's side. But it soon disappeared, and there was no longer a reply.
Agitated, Alvin decided to call Mark's contact. He held the phone up to his ear, impatiently waiting for him to pick-up.
He then heard the call cut off, and Mark's voicemail pick up.
*"Hey, it's Mark. Please leave your name and number, and I will call you back as soon as I can. Thanks."*
The voicemail let out a beep, letting Alvin know that it was his turn to speak.
"Listen here, you sick psychopath. I don't know what you're up to or why you're back, but don't you even think about involving her. (Y/n) told me everything, and she is not happy. Neither am I. Touch her again, and I'll deal with you myself."
Alvin pulled the phone off of his ear and ended the call. He could feel his blood boil at the entity, but he was also scared. You've already caught his attention. Maybe he would eventually lose interest?
He could only hope.
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Nothing occurred that night. No ringing. No TV static. No one breaking into your home.
It was too peaceful, in fact.
Of course, Dark intently listened to Alvin's message, but it only made him more interested. You weren't scared enough to not talk, unlike what he had thought.
Why did you seem so fearless, even as you were staring at death in the face? He could have easily ended you. Of course, he would never do that. Not now, anyways.
He wanted to know your reaction when you found out for certain. He knew by the look on your face the other day that you were terrified. Even as he acted as Mark. You knew. You just didn't know it yet.
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You walked into class and slid into the nearest seat towards the back. You were becoming sick and tired of the girl's frightened, yet agitated stares. This was the only way to rid of it for the time being.
You pulled out a pencil and began to flick it, allowing it reach only the edge of the desk before it rolled back to you, only for you to hit it again.
You had so many questions, but it didn't help that you hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. Maybe a couple of hours, but nothing sustainable.
The quiet, eeriness of the night before was beginning to eat away at you. Mark was obviously into something like witchcraft. Or maybe even dark magic. You had no idea.
The one thing that you knew was that he was the person who broke into your house. It had to be him.
There was some doubt that was beginning to creep into your mind, but you quickly brushed it off, convincing yourself of your theory.
You heard the classroom door open and close, instantly making you nervous. You knew who it was.
He apparently didn't quite understand that you were in a different seat yet, so he walked down the steps with confusion written on his face.
There was another emotion that was showing in his eyes: anger. Why? You had no clue. You had been watching a new TV series, since your television was now working properly, called Lie to Me. It's a story about a deception expert that works as a third party for the justice system. He can read faces and knows if someone is lying or telling the truth, as well as reading specific emotions.
Maybe it was ridiculous that you were using a fictional TV show to interpret his emotional behavior, but it was plain as day, regardless of any prior knowledge. He stopped at the row that you usually sat at and mumbled several curse words to himself as he clenched his fists.
*'Not very patient, is he?'*
Seemingly hearing your words, he whipped his head around to face yours. Your heart beat quickened, and you could feel your breathing becoming shallow. You neck muscles tightened, confirming an emotion that you had also learned how to identify.
Fear.
But when he saw you look back at him, his face relaxed, and he smiled at you. Unsure, you avoided eye contact with him at that point.
You couldn't help but breath heavier in anticipation as you heard his footsteps approaching you. Of course, you didn't dare look up towards him. His gaze intimidated you, and you're body did not enjoy the sight of him. With every step that he took, your body began sending even more red flags, demanding that this was going to turn out to be a fight-or-flight situation.
You couldn't act on either, as your body stayed frozen.
The chair next to you skidded as he sat down in it. You wanted to curse at him; tell him to get away and leave you alone. But your courage wasn't strong enough.
He harshly gripped your chin with his hand and turned your face towards him. He looked at you with such judgement and disapproval. Feeling extremely uncomfortable and scared, you attempted to get his hand off of your face by pulling it off, but his strength proved to be more than yours. He applied more power to his hold as punishment, causing you to hold still and try to hold in your groans of pain.
He wanted to hear your noises again, but he knew that he would have to wait. With your stubborn nature, he would have to be patient and calculative.
He loosened his grip, seeing your discomfort, but still held it there enough to make sure you didn't turn away.
"You and I have some things to... discuss. I'm sure that you realize this already. So, I have a proposal."
Seeing that he had grabbed your attention, he removed his hand from your face. You stayed still, eyes locked with his with confusion and fear.
"You're going to come back to my place, and I will answer some of your questions." He said, sticking his hand out with a neutral expression.
You furrowed your eyebrows and cocked your head at him. Why I'm the world did he think that you were going to come over to his apartment? There was no way in telling what he would do to you.
But his next comment stopped your thoughts.
"Unless, you'd like me to visit you again. I have to say, the last meeting that we had was awfully fun."
In fear of being paralyzed again - or worse - you let out a sigh before taking his cold hand and shaking it slightly.
"No funny business, okay Mark?"
He chuckled a bit, his gaze still directed on you as your hands parted ways.
"Fine."
He smirked.
"Do you not remember what I told you?" He asked. In response, you shook your head and your crossed your arms.
"Mark's gone."