The Darkness In Me: Book 1

        I and Jack are sitting on the couch watching some TV. I didn't really expect much to happen. Since today is what? Thursday? Yea today's Thursday. Crap I gotta transform tomorrow. Good Christ, Dark. 'So, you've been very quiet lately. What're you up to?'
        'Oh,' he answers with mock surprise. 'So just because I'm quiet must mean that I'm doing something diabolical then, huh?' I roll my eyes at his sarcasm. 'Well, I'm not planning on doing anything, and even if I was then why would I tell you? It'd spoil the whole plan. But no, I don't really have anything in mind. I might add in the insane character again, or...' He trails off. I can almost see that mischievous smile plastered on his pale face. 'I could give Jack a visit. Ask him how things are doing, ya know?'
        "No. Goddammit Dark that's a fucking terrible idea. Why the hell would he want a visit, from you specifically?" I said this and didn't realize that I was speaking out loud. Jack glances over at me, I ignore it.
        'I don't know,' he replies in mock thought. 'I don't think Jack would mind. Here, how about I just give him a quick visit right now? But instead, let me do it person instead of hiding behind this sissy shell.' Before I could reject it, I feel that cold squirming feeling.
        I suddenly break out into a terrible coughing fit. I get up from the couch and run to the kitchen. I could hear Jack's footsteps thundering over to me. I collapse onto my knees as I cough roughly and sickly, the black liquid now drooling from my mouth. As I cough my body tries desperately to grab hold of air.
        After what felt like ten minutes, the coughing starts to cease. I see the black liquid reform into its new shape. I get up slowly and shakily, using the counter for support. I look up and see Dark looking down at me, a wide smirk playing around his face.

Darks POV

As I finally reform, I look over at Jack. Jack is looking at me, shock covering his face like a mask. Jack looks from me to Mark and back. Mark is now standing up, though still using the counter for the support his breathing is quick and short.
        "What the fucking hell," Jack replies in a shocked tone. "How the hell?" I couldn't help it. I feel my trademark smirk appear on my face.
        "What? Did you think Mark was lying when he would talk about me or shout at nothing when really he was talking to me?" I hear my voice, nice and deep, rumbling in my chest and in the back of my throat. Jack looks over and finds Mark looking at him, waiting for an answer.
        "Well," he hesitates. "At first I thought Mark was pulling my leg. But as time progressed I started believing him. And God damn. You're a real bastard aren't you?" I raise my eyebrow at that last part. Jack backs off a little.
        Out of the corner of my pitch-black eyes, I see Mark grab a napkin and wipe the remaining black drool from his bottom lip and chin. I get comfortable and lean on the counter, my arms folded over my broad chest. Jack then stands up a little taller, a little more confidently. I can't tell he is going to throw a retort at me and give him a threatening glare which makes him back off a bit.
        "Dark," Mark replies, anger threading his voice. "What the fuck?" I slowly turn my head towards him and raise my eyebrows.
        "What? I can't come out and stretch every now and then? Maybe you should stay trapped in a body and see what it feels like." Make gives me a disapproving glare. I feel a small smile twitch in the corner of my mouth.
        "Ok," Mark replies with a growl. "You can come out, but fuck! You don't have to make a whole damn scene about it. Isn't there another way of getting out other than making me cough you up?"
        "Well, no not really," I reply. "I mean, I can just literally break apart from you which would make it extremely painful." Mark glares at me. "What? At least I'm not doing it the painful way."
        "Well, you better not go back and forth because if not then there will be a pain because my throat will be fucking harsh from coughing ALL OF THE DAMN TIME!" Mark growls on this last part. He does not bolt upright, and his hands are clenched into tight, white-knuckled fists. I chuckle lightly at this. Mark bares his teeth and growls.
        "Mm," I reply, my deep voice vibrating in my throat. "I'm just loving the animal instincts, Mark. They really suit you." Mark growls again.
        'I'm going to fucking kill you, you bastard bitch balls!' Mark growls in the back of my head. Though Mark isn't talking, he is blowing my mind with his growls and insults of how he'll kill me. Mark then jumps forward at me. I quickly look at Jack and see that puts no effort at all into restraining Mark. Mark slams my back into the wall, his hot hands slightly burning against my cold skin. I put no effort into restraining Mark. I glare at him in the eyes, my pitch-black eyes staring deep into his. Marks eyes are now showing in a goldish hazel color. The wolf is getting to him.
        I see that Mark's K-9s are now pointier than usual and he is growling and snarling. Jack seems to notice Mark's change and becomes a little more alert now. I stare deeper into his eyes, a small smile creeping onto my face. Mark starts to cease his attack and slowly releases me. He starts to twitch, his body twitching here and there. A smile identical to mine starts to slowly spread on his face. I nod my head in Jack's direction and Mark slowly turns his way.
        "So," I begin casually. "Tell me, Mark. How are you feeling?" Mark says nothing and continues staring at Jack with a maniacal look. Jack's eyes widen and he slowly takes some steps back.
        "W-what the fuck? What the hell are you doing to him?" Jack continues to back up slowly, not daring to take his eyes off of Mark.
        "Come on, Mark," I reply mischievously. "Let's show Jack your nice pearly whites." Mark then smiles, this time revealing his fangs.