As Mark walked down the path to his apartment, he heard a feminine voice say "You know if you were not in a hurry, we could have spent time together and I would have seen your beautiful smile like this."
Mark turned to see a beautiful lady with a smile, before he could say Jack her smile turned feral and revealed two fangs dripping with blood.
Mark turned and ran with a booming laughter ringing in his ears. The bright sun shone in his eyes and he jumped up breathing fast.
"So it was a dream, but it was so real with Elena's fangs dripping with blood." Mark thought as dread pooled in his belly. A sense of foreboding filled him even as he walked to the windows to shift the blinds and allow more sun into the room.
He looked out of the window and saw the Independence preparation had already begun. Everyone was busy with one activity or the other, better to be busy than to look beneath the surface.
Mark saw the shadows lurking just few steps away and he knew that the predators were no longer afar and the thin shield of spell will not hold them off for long.
Mark knew they were running out of time and wished Lord Ralphe to arrive before sunset or else the venom the predators had released in the humans will be activated and humans will become prowling animals devouring each other.
"Mark, Mark, you look better when you smile." That was Elena, Mark thought, he willed his heart rate to slow down the fast pace. Elena wants him, not to kill but to perpetuate her kind. Unfortunately for him, he came from the lineage of ancient warriors with a trace of immortal gene. If he can hear her in wakefulness, then Elena and her bloodsucking packs were closer than he thought.
He had watched his people die under the rule of his uncle Damon, while his uncle played politics that only sacrificed more souls. The land cried daily for vengeance of the lost souls and the veil between the predators and his land grows thin. But Mark must believe that Lord Ralphe will be back with the orb before they run out of time.
Mark can only hope as he felt the breath of Elena close to pulse of life at his neck.
Independence indeed! His land has never been in more bondage than they were in today yet they celebrate more that those who are free. He shook his head as he applied the gel all over his body to keep the negative energy at bay while he prepares for the battle that must go down when the orb arrives at sun down.
His land must survive!
-VICTORIA UKPAKA
Tense usage, punctuation errors...
In the narrative, you used the past participle pretty well, but turn you frequently switched to the present tense. You need to be consistent in your use of tenses.
E.g.:
1. 'Elena wants (wanted) him, not to kill but to perpetuate her kind.' (The second part of the sentence is wrong in itself.)
2. 'Mark can (could) only hope as he felt the breath of Elena close to pulse of life at his neck.'