I Scored Myself A Mate

It was like he had been rudely woken up from someone shouting right next to his ear. That's how Mark felt when he opened his eyes and found himself sitting at the small dining table, Amelia holding his hand tightly. 

He blinked a few times, disoriented by everything that had just happened. A strange man had appeared. Hair in the color of a raven's feather, changing with the light and piercing eyes. A seductive smile with murderous fangs and horns. Yes, he had two small pointy horns on his head and pointy ears, only their edges visible as he spoke. 

"Who was that man? Why did he seem to know we were there? What happened?" Mark began showering Amelia with questions hoping she would at least answer a few of them. The woman sighed. Why was everything difficult with this lot? She was simply planning on giving him a reading, show him the bad future that awaited him if he stayed with the wolf, try to warn him but somehow he messed with the viewing of fate. 

"I was trying to show you bits of your future. Imagine your mind as a movie theater. I had the movies, the images of your future so I brought them to show them to you but he....he somehow jumped into your mind." Amelia tried to explain. She stood up and headed towards a small library she had, many dusty books with hard cover in earthy tones were sitting there until she messed them up. Opening them one by one, flipping the pages in distress while she bit her lip. "I know I have seen him somewhere. I am sure of it..." She mumbled and her eyes were reading the well written lines anxiously until she stopped, letting out a heavy gasp. "Oh, gods" she exhaled and Mark seemed to get more worried by the second. If he understood correctly some kind of stranger had just jumped into his mind.

"Amelia please tell me what's going on" 

The witch placed the book back in its place and slowly headed back, sitting down and removing a few strands of hair away from her face. She seemed as if she was trying to gather her thoughts. Once she was ready she began talking, staring at Mark right in the eyes.

"Listen to me and listen to me very careful. Just now a demon jumped into your subconscious. That is not easy to do, this means he is very strong. It also means that he must be familiar with your mind to do so. Remember, have you ever seen him before? He said he found you. Do you know him?"

"Are you serious? How am I supposed to be acquainted with...with...a demon?" Mark asked her in distress. Just a few months ago he lived peacefully in his dorm. Not demons he hadn't even gotten to that many fights in his life. A demon? He could believe it. 

"Then he must know your soul. That's it. He knows your soul!" Amelia exclaimed as if she had just solved some kind of puzzle. 

"Well that is perfectly understandable I guess and I am just stupid for not understanding what knowing one's soul might mean!" Mark told her annoyed. This whole magic, soul, elves and everything that came as a combo with it was perfectly new to him and he absolutely hated it when someone talked to him with terms as if they expected him to know.

"Your soul, the core of your existence. This demon knew you from another life and for some reason he has been searching for you. "

"No, no, no. No. No." Mark repeated again and again. "Don't get this whole another life bullshit with me. I am normal. Completely average, the only thing that is special about me is that I am a ginger. I don't want to know any more of this." Mark said. He didn't need this right now. He was confused enough as it was he didn't want to start wondering about what he had done in a previous life and a hot demon ended up out on the lookout for him. The only thing that he ever knew about previous lives were those silly get to know your past life quizzes on the internet and that's where he wished to remain.

"You are normal Mark. You are a human and probably always were. It's possible though that in some previous life you encountered this demon as a human. Don't you want to know? He might be after you. I can help you, touch those memories of the past."

"Oh no. Definitely no. I don't want to touch or be touched by anything. I want to continue being the best friend and not turn into some kind of spin off of this....this...circus. Thank you for offering your help but demons and I will remain different topics." Mark said and sighed. He messed up his hair regretting ever agreeing to this. He couldn't wait for them to return back to the palace. Then he could focus on fixing Allias and forget everything. Even about ....Mikael. He hadn't called Mikael! He realized and stood up. "Do you have a phone? I need to call someone." He said. He needed to tell them to return to their compound. This whole deal was over. He just wished he could spent a bit more time with Mikael. Talk to him, there were so many things that needed to be resolved and he really wanted to kiss him again. No matter how that sounded. Why a kiss tasted so much better when it was poisonous, he wondered. 

"Alright then. Yes, I have one in the kitchen but....take this too." She told him and brought a little pouch made from dark purple velvet. Mark hadn't even noticed her bringing it. "If you ever need to know, drink this. It will make you sleep and see everything you need." She explained.

"Thank you but I won't need it." He said and tried to give it back to her but Amelia stopped him.

"Just keep it. Okay?" She said with a smile and Mark sighed, tossing it in his pocket. He would never use it. Never. He told himself, swearing that he would never mess with the things he did not understand. The supernatural was fun while you stared at it from afar, having your own story though was terrifying. 

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I can't believe I am finally dropping hints about Mark's story. I have been waiting so looong. I felt like my head would explode!.