Darkiplier is a vampire and kidnaps wilford. Wilford then has to work out why and also what dark is.
*Here we go*
When Wilford woke up, his neck hurt. He knows he didn’t sleep on it wrong, and he knows he didn’t do anything crazy the night before. How could he? He didn’t go out drinking or leave his home on Tuesday nights. Even if he did go out, he wouldn’t be long. But this wasn’t his bed, which was covered in soft silk and cotton. This wasn’t his room, either, with the midnight purple walls, cold wooden floors, and heavy red window drapes, coving the morning light. Even the shadows in the room were darken by the drapes.
He carefully sat himself up and let his eyes linger for a while. He should be in his bed at his home. Who’s bed was he in? A dreadful thought came over him when he thought of his history of one night stands. He promised he won’t do that anymore. So, who’s bed is he in?
“I wasn’t expecting you to wake this early.” The deep voice was sudden that it made him tense, his eyes scanning the room. “I thought you would be out for a while.”
Wilford calmed himself and called out to the darkness. “Show yourself. You have no right to--”
“Calm down, my friend.” Within the shadows, he saw a figure emerged. Dark wore his normal suit, the black one but his red tie was missing, and his hair was off to the side, messy and dry. His eyes were lighter, though, like a morning blossom in the spring. “It’s only me.”
“Dark, not that I don't like seeing you, but,” he glanced around the room. “Why am I here? Did I have a drunken night, again?”
He saw Dark shake his head, chuckling at the thought. “No. I brought you here.”
Wilford blinked in confusion. “Darkie, that doesn’t sound like you--”
“There’s a lot of things that happened to make me... change,” he said thoughtfully. “Things have to change at some point.” There was a smile in the air, iron and bitter to breath in. “I hope you understand.”
Wilford shook his head. “What happened? What’s going on, Dark. Stop with these secrets.”
Within a drop, Dark was in front of him on the bed, nose to nose with him. Wilford jumped back until he felt his back hit the bed frame. Dark’s eyes searched him up and down, an ugly smirk forming on his lips. Wilford doesn't know why he’s shaking when he inched closer and closer to him, his head turned to his neck.
“Dark, please,” he whispered frightfully. “Please, tell me what’s going on?”
Dark lifted his head, his hand colder than a promise. “You still don’t know?”
“Dark--”
His breath hitched when he felt his skin crunch under Dark’s bite. He shivered as he felt his blood leave his body, lifting high above. his thoughts that were racing fell silent and still as Dark began to drink. With cold hands, he lowered Wilford in the bed and towered over him, careful enough not to scare him. Wilford wanted to cry and scream, but his gut told him that this was right. Letting him take over and hold more power over him felt... right.
Dark pulled away and licked his mark. He hummed, his nose deep and tinder. “You’re mine, yes?”
Wilford felt as if there was a drug in his system. He didn’t know how to speak his own thoughts. “Yes, all yours.”
Dark smiled before biting again, sinking his teeth deeper.
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Well... that was fun.
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