Hello, it is safe to say that I am back writing. This is another collection of Marcus meets Harry ficlets so enjoy!
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter nor do I own Twilight, if I did then it would pure slashy goodness and bella would be dead. I also do not make any money from these stories.
Warnings!
This contains Slash, Yuri, Heterosexual and threesome relationships, if you have a problem with any of the relationships then please DON'T READ!
Will also contain Swearing, threesomes, foursomes, child abuse, child neglect, rape, Blood, Gore, Limes, Lemons and some mind games IF ANY OF THESE OFFEND YOU DO NOT READ! YOU chose to ignore my warnings so once again if YOU DON'T LIKE ANY OF THE LISTED ITEMS DON'T READ!
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Marcus walked along the beach of Volterra, he watched as the waves washed gently against the sand as if it was washing away all doubts. Marcus for once was not wishing to be with his long lost love, no he was on a mission, a mission to find his little merman whom he had spotted several months ago.
At first the three thousand year old vampire could not believe his eyes until he saw the tail, a fish like tail gently splashing the water. Marcus looked and blinked several times making sure that he was not seeing things, when it turned out he wasn't he watched as the tail continued to splash the water. Carefully walking closer he saw the tail was a deep emerald colour, making sure that his footsteps were near silent he looked over the rock and took a unneeded breath the emerald scales melded into soft pale flesh. But what had Marcus's attention was the panic filled green eyes, eyes that were begging him to help.
Carefully and slowly walking forwards he grabbed the fishing net and began to untangled the tail, and watched as the pain left the eyes only to be replaced with gratitude. A breath taking smile filled up the face as the merman spoke in a musical soft voice
"Thank you for saving me."
Marcus nodded his head and in one swift movement had picked up the merman and placed him in the sea, as Marcus walked he could feel his expensive suit become wet with salty sea water. Knowing that his suit was ruined he lamented the fact that he would have to get rid of it, once the water was at his waist he carefully placed his bundle into the sea.
Walking back to the shore he heard
"Should you need me, allow you need to do is stand at the oceans edge and whistle. I shall come."
Now here he was several months later stood at the edge of the beach, looking out over the ocean he whistled. For a few moments nothing happened until he heard
"You called?"
