Couldn't help but keep going with these characters. I really like writing about Marcus so here we go again. Enjoy bambi folk. Feel free to review. :)

Nearly sixteen, never got the point of being too overly excited about your birthday, it's just another day thought Hope hearing her dads footsteps retreating into his room.
The door clicked close, she threw the blanket off her leaping to the door as quietly as she could, inching the door open slightly. The last thing she needed was to be caught by her dad and get the scolding she usually got "Hope what do you think you're doing?" followed by a speech.
She tossed her long hair away from her face padding down the hallway her bare feet sticking slightly to the cold floor, she knocked quietly on Marcus's door.
Not hearing any objecting she pushed into the room putting her hand gently on the doorframe to close it, Marcus bewildered whispered "What are you doing here?"
She laughed at the quiver in his voice, fear of being caught by Klaus with his daughter in his room but it was completely innocent. "I'm nearly sixteen. I'm feeling nostalgic. We used to sleep in the same bed together before, so why not now?"
She was already reaching for the corner of his blanket scooting in beside him, "It's different. We're not kids, now were…"
Her feet touched his causing him to flinch "You're freezing." He noted and she tucked in closer to him, his arm wrapping around her.
"You naked?"
His face flushed "No. I just don't sleep with a shirt on."
She laughed moving onto her side, tucking her head into the curve of his arm "You're right about something. We certainly aren't kids, look at you're spaghetti arms they've turned into muscles. I'm quite impressed."
He never seemed to get used to her abruptness, his cheeks slightly red he looked away from her his scraggly brown hair falling slightly into his soft eyes. "Don't worry I won't take advantage of you. We're practically family."

After a few comfortable minutes Marcus's chest moved as he took a deep breath "You're dad would chop me into little bits if he knew about this."
She patted his chest lightly with one hand feeling the warmth radiating off him, his heart rate accelerated in a nervous patter. "Nervous of me? This is completely innocent. We might have to find you a woman though because I think you've been innocent for too long. Jumping every time I touch you." She teased purposely running one finger slowly down his chest laughing as his hear leaped out of his chest.
She stopped her face now serious her blue eyes peering up at him "I'm getting tired of being treated like glass. My dad drives me insane with this protective bullshit."
Marcus's arm tightened around her in a way of comfort "You used to understand that." He said quietly.
She absently played with the few hairs on his chest not realising what she was doing to him "I still do. I guess teenage years make you an awkward wanker. I love him, I just want a little more freedom."
His voice sounded strained as he spoke, she looked at him quizzically "Maybe your mum can talk to him, she's always on your side with these things."
"Yeah my mum doesn't give up easy but dad always wins his arguments. There kind of like me and you expect you're not as feisty as my mum."
A smile broke his tense face "Yeah you certainly take after your dad in that area."
She hit him playfully, her eyes getting sleepier "Can I sleep here? Wake me up early and I'll go."
Her question followed a long pause until she felt him nodding, coughing up an "Of course."
She was straining to keep her eyes open, she wanted to talk to Marcus more he always made everything a whole lot easier but she felt him lower his head to whisper in her ear "Go to sleep. It's fine. Happy birthday."
Underneath the hair that fell like a waterfall around her, she smiled letting sleep take her.

Hayley watched as Klaus angrily pulled his clothes off as he got ready to climb into bed beside her, as he pulled off his jumper it managed to sleep ruffle his hair and she found herself biting her lip in frustration. She never stopped wanting this man "Klaus what's wrong?"
He gestured towards outside the room "I heard her go in to Marcus's room. What do you think they could be doing in there…"
She tried not to laugh at the worry furrowing his brow "It's not like that between them. Certainty not for Hope anyway, she doesn't seem to see him that way, yet."
He ran his hands frustrated through his hair, linking his hands behind his head "That is supposed to make me feel better."
She slid out from underneath the covers of the bed, going towards him she pulled his face down to hers her lips lingering on his, moving to kiss along his chest. "Love are you trying to distract me?"
She laughed quietly looking up mischiviously at him "Is it working?"
He lifted her up easily practically throwing her on to the top of the bed, "I'm Klaus Mikaelson of course not but I only have so much restraint."
The glint of the devil in his eyes, he growled in frustration as he moved towards her, searching for her lips once more.

Marcus took a long agonising breath as Hope crawled further on top of him her arm going around his neck and one of her legs draping across his waist. It's just Hope, it's just Hope he uttered trying to make the lie a truth. He knew a long time ago he had started to develop some sort of determined crush on Hope but now as he reached further to a heart attack, he knew this was a lot more than a crush. He remembered when he first noticed her the way he did now, trying to become stronger he had tiredly stumbled into his room after working out at Marcel's gym. There Hope was reading one of her books lying flat on her belly, her elegant legs swinging in the air. She looked up at him, smiling cheekily, her blue eyes nearly twinkling (he liked to imagine) and he had took a staggering step backwards.
Thinking to himself what the hell was that, "hello where the hell have you been? I've been bored out of mind I was nearly going to potter off and find Jackson to annoy."
He took a long breath regaining composure, puzzled she asked "Are you okay?"
He nodded swiftly "Fine yeah. Sorry I was just in Marcel's gym, he loves pretending he's busy."
She chuckled taking his hand and pulling him to lie down beside her.

He was still just a sixteen year old boy that had little control over his body, something was stirring inside him and he was battling it down. "Shit." He whispered glancing at the clock which now read five in the morning.
He could enjoy this little moment with Hope in agony or he could slip out and work off the frustration that was rolling off him. Groaning quietly, he slowly pulled himself out of her arms that were trapped around him. Pulling on some clothes, he practically ran away from his room hoping that somehow Klaus would know nothing about this but of course he would.
"Care to explain what Hope is doing in your room?"
Klaus stood in front of him his arms folded tightly against his chest, raising his eyebrows at him in question appearing calm but Marcus knew there was a quiet anger underneath it.
He ducked his head already feeling his palms sweat, a normal, human overprotective dad is a horrible enough experience but one who is immortal and one of the most dangerous people in the world, well that was crawl into a hole and die kind of horrible. He gulped loudly stumbling over his words "Eh…She came not like that….We were just…."
Klaus snarled "For Christ sake Marcus just answer the question."
This didn't help him from being any less nervous "Nothing. Nothing happened, of course it didn't me and Hope we're practically family." He said stealing her words.
Klaus didn't say anything just examined his actions for a moment, he knew he could read him quite easily, he could probably tell he harboured a pain in the hole crush for his daughter.
"Practically being the key word there Marcus."
Klaus slowly walked away from him, his head felt sweaty, could your head get sweaty he thought his thoughts now rambling. Got to get out of here, don't do well under questioning.

Hope woke to an absent Marcus, he wasn't usually this much of an early bird but he'd been focused on becoming stronger lately, probably so that when he asked her dad to turn him, he would.
Pulling on clothes, tossing her brownie, blond wavy hair over her head as she headed to get some breakfast. Sipping on orange juice she knew who was behind her even before she turned around "Dad no happy birthday." She smiled turning around to meet his smirk.
"Happy birthday love, you never said what you wanted."
She already had a pleading smile across her face as she took a step towards him "Dad…."
"What." He groaned.
"I just want for today, to be left completely alone. I'm going to explore New Orleans how I want to."
His eyes already objecting he stepped closer towards her "Hope no." he snarled.
"Dad!" she whined.
Her mum coming at the perfect moment held up her hands playing referee between them "Stop. Both of you. We're not having this fight again."
They both stared each other down, sometimes the stubbornness that they both shared was infuriating, her mum kissed her on the cheek "Happy birthday. Marcus is at the gym. You're free to do what you want today, our birthday gift. Go quick."
Klaus was already raising his hands objecting but Hope was fleeing out the door.

"How could you just let her go. If there is even the slightest chance that she could get hurt, I won't allow her wandering around at there."
She stepped forward trying to calm the sea of worry that was clouding his vision, they weren't the most open affection couple in the world, so she felt the touch of butterflies as she stepped closer.
She put her hands at either side of his face "She's my daughter to. Do you think I want to see her hurt, really Klaus. I'm not stupid."
He opened his mouth to object so she contuined talking over him "If we keep her too close we'll smother her and push her away more. After all the people you've lost, family you've pushed in way including me you think you'd learn."
He growled grabbing her wrists pushing her away, spinning his now icy blue eyes to look at her but something he saw in her made him change his course of action.
Sighing he walked forward pulling her into his arms so that her head was nearly buried in his chest, stroking her hair trying to find the comfort he needed.
"I know little wolf, I just can't do nothing while theres a chance…."
She pulled back looking up at his worry stricken eyes, kissing him softly she smirked against his lips "You know when I first met you, I thought you were just meant to be this tough, psychopathic asshole. Who knew you were really this soft."
He laughed shortly trying to hide his amusement pushing her away from him "I'm not soft." He muttered as he started his usual pacing down the halls.
Whatever helps you sleep at night she thought.

"Hope sweetie, happy birthday." Marcel beamed pulling her into a hug.
"Thanks. How's the gym going?"
He nodded slowly, " 's good."
She was watching Marcus who was sparring against some guy who was a little bit smaller than him but Marcus was tall, he'd be towering over her dad soon. He was easily six foot, his was gleaming with sweat, it rolled off his body and she'd never seen him look so manly.
Stop it. Jesus it's just Marcus. "Who's the other guy?" she asked Marcel now taking in his appearance he was quite beautiful.
He had this sun kissed skin that matched his golden hair, his shoulders were broad and he moved with a gracefulness that didn't seem natural for his size. "Owen. New guy just lost his sister, only family he had left. Only a year older than you, guess the gym is a sanctuary for lost souls."
She rolled her eyes at him, "Yeah sure. Go do something ."

Marcus wiping his sweaty face with a towel strolled over wearing his usual crooked smile, "Hey."
She was still looking at this guy Owen debating on whether he was worth her time, "Hey."
"What were you and Marcel talking about, his gym."
"Yeah and that guy you were sparring with Owen. What's he like?"
Marcus seemed like he was having a silent battle with himself before he answered "Don't know him that well but he seems okay."
Like he sensed him being talked about he turned to look at them waving cutely, "Come here!" she shouted and Marcus tapped her on the arm to stop.
Owen ducking his head down jogged towards them, he had an easy smile the one that made you want to get to know him better she laughed to herself.
"I'm Hope. You're Owen. Yes we were talking about you."
Owen dumbstruck for a second regained composure quick, which she appreciated "You're Hope, Klaus Mikaelsons daughter. A real bad ass I'm told. I would be lying if I said I wasn't glad you were talking about me."
They were almost challenging each other all their conversation teasing "I like you."
He stepped forward "I like you too, what are you doing today?"
"I'm going to be shown around New Orleans by you for my birthday."
He laughed taking her hand, she felt her hand almost tingling as she caught his forest like eyes asking if it was okay he took her hand. "I'd be more than delighted."
Marcus coughed loudly, they were pulled out of their private bubble they'd been in.
"Marcus don't tell dad and I'll be back at eight so we can all have dinner together. Do you mind?"
His eyes seemed to be troubled as he caught eyes with her but he nodded straining a smile "No problem. Have fun."
As she walked away with her new friend Owen she looked back at Marcus calling over her shoulder "Thank you. See you later okay."