A/N: It has been a nearly a year since I posted A Six foot Request. That is a long time to take to write any type of sequel. When I first wrote this, I had not intended on writing one. However after many requests over the last year, I got the inspiration to finally write one. The problem was I couldn't choose what to happen after Marcus bit her (Note: It is best to read chapter 1 if you have not already done so.) Some requested that he kill her and some requested that he changed her. So I decided to write both. The killing her part was actually easier to write than keeping her alive. LOL! This is what I have here. Please enjoy as we get a little history into Marcus and him honoring the request of the dear Isabella Swan.
Thanks to abbymickey24 for the beta'ing this nonsense lol and to SagaDevotee and TheLyricalCuite for pre-reading.
Chapter 2 – Special Delivery: The Swan's Request
Marcus POV
As a human man, many women had come to me, fallen to their feet and worshiped me. They had been used as I pleased and disposed of quickly. It was only Didyme that I had allowed to break down my walls. I had seen something in her, a light in the darkness. She was a joy that reverberated through my soul and I saw a cord tie me to her. She was my mate, my love, the woman that tamed the beguiling bachelor and lonesome lover. For nearly two centuries, I lived for her and was pleased whenever she told me she loved me.
Didyme also gave me the family I'd always wanted.
I was of Italian nobility before I was changed. War was upon us in Italy in the 1340's and we all needed to make allies if we expected our land to survive the turmoil. I was a fighter and military man, but needed to forge a marriage in order to secure my line. I was the last of the line of Cappai de Bas family, so I made plans to marry the last daughter in the House of Aragon. She was not pure, rumors of her ravenous, sexual appetite was heard far and wide. She was also the eldest daughter and no man had taken her hand in marriage. She was a spinster at best and one could only hope that she could still bear children.
I was traveling with my court to Sicily to gather my bride and her lady-in-waiting. We were to be wed at the church of her father and I would then take my bride back to my land. I never made it to her. In the middle of my trek, my coach stopped and I wondered what the issue was. We had already given the horses and my guards a break a few miles back. My head guardsman, Demetri, came to the door of my carriage and said that three cloaked forms stood at the edge of road. I told him to remove them, forcefully if necessary. He asked of them to move and they simply laughed. He sent four guardsmen out to them and I heard their cries from the inside of my coach.
I sprung from inside and drew my sword. My eight guardsmen surrounded Demetri and I, but I did not need their protection. I had slain more men in my time than my entire guard. Pushing forth through them, I called for the figures to reveal themselves. The smallest of them gasped and it sounded like a woman. Like devils, the two larger ones swiftly moved to us. I noticed their red eyes and knew they were the legends of old. Blood Demons. I would die fighting before I would surrender to the likes of them. There were many stories of the carnage they had caused. Still, they were a mystery and I was going to be cautious. I did not fear death, but I did fear the unknown.
My men fought bravely, each attacking with the skill that I had taught them. Yet, the two make Blood Demons were as vicious as the stories told. One by one, we watched as the other guards were broken and their blood drained from their bodies. My men fell swiftly and I prayed their souls could find peace. Demetri and I were the last ones standing. He tried to shield me, but the blond demon grabbed him and ripped into his throat. I turned and was faced with the smaller one that had held back. It was a woman. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Not even the fresh red of her eyes or the vibes of danger I felt from her kept me from attempting to slay her.
I could always sense the connection between people; know their loyalties and fidelity. It helped in war and in politics. I asked of her to save my guardsman. Demetri was a valued man and was more a brother to me than my servant. She called out to the man I would come to know as Caius to change him. I did not know what that meant, but I would later feel regret for bringing my friend into this life.
The woman then told me her name was Didyme and that I was her mate. She introduced me to her brother, Aro. She told me that we would rule the world and have all at our feet. She changed me that day and ushered me into the life of a vampire.
The first few years were filled with nothing but blood and sex. I fed and worshiped my goddess all day and night. Then the battle with the Romanians came and we warred over Europe for control of the humans. The Romanians wanted to be exposed, no longer a secret hidden in the shadows. Aro, Caius, and I knew it was best to stay hidden. It would not have been a good idea for vampires to be out in the open. We ruled best in secret from them. Both sides were strong in their beliefs, which caused a great war between vampires. The Romanians gave us everything with gave and more. Yet, we slayed them all the way down to their last two, Stefan and Vldamir. They escaped, but not without warning to us. Stefan had leered at my mate far too long and I nearly fell off the cliff of Volterra chasing after him in his escape.
The look was all it took for me to see that there was some small connection between my mate and that Romanian scum. It was the first time I had doubted my mate. So many things began to flood my mind, especially when I thought about how we had almost lost the upper hand to the Romanians. Somehow they had been tipped of our plans, but my cunning logistics and Caius ruthlessness helped us win. Still, who had betrayed us? Aro began to touch every soldier and guard, reading their thoughts. Didyme stopped him, telling him that it wasn't necessary, that the fight was over. I noticed later, since that day, she never touched her brother again.
Was it my Didyme? Was she our traitor? I was not allowed to think further on her possible treachery. Didyme made me think of other things, like her tongue on me and the joy she filled within me. The gifted sow.
There are many vampires that are gifted, bearers of extra perceptions that carried over from their human life. I brought with me, my sense of seeing bonds. I could see every connection that tied one person to another. My precious Didyme was gifted as well. She had a gift that made you feel complacent and overjoyed. She had me so fooled that I never saw our bond breaking that last century. Every time I questioned her whereabouts or loyalties, her gift would suppress my distrust and I'd be the doting imbecile. It was my trusted brother and guard, Demetri that told me look past the gift. He led me quietly to a deserted cave on the outskirts of Volterra. As I approached, I could hear her moans and a name whispered off her lips. Alistair. My precious Didyme was in his loving embrace and my very soul was crushed.
My world shattered that day. I learned that Didyme was truly a liar.
I ran forward and pulled Alistair off of her. I tossed him to the side and he was caught by Demetri. Being a guard member himself, Alistair fought him off and fled. Demetri was hot on his cowardly heels. I turned then to my mate and watched as the last thread that connected us disappeared. In my rage, I had her ripped apart and burned before my cohort could return. The fiend Alistair had gotten away and I was left kneeling in the ashes of my former mate. I was so broken that I could not move from my spot. She had hurt me in the foulest of ways. Demetri carried me back to the castle and settled me in my room.
For months, I stared out into space, thinking and feeling nothing. I heard Aro come in those first few moments I returned. He wanted to know what had happened and where was Didyme. He knew I went searching for her and wanted to know her fate. Didyme was his sister after all, but he wanted to know if she was the one who had betrayed us to the Romanians. Still in the end, Aro could not be very mad at me. She was a danger to us all and she had done the unthinkable, infidelity against your mate. I fell into a darkness for many years and hid behind my pain. I no longer cared for ruling Volterra. I no longer cared to be. So, I sat and waited to whither to nothingness. After that first year, I was force fed.
A half a century later and much forcing from Aro, I started to come around. It was Demetri that pushed me to understand that I was needed and that I still served a purpose. However, I vowed I would never love again. I would not fight. I would not allow a woman's touch or know sex of any form. The only thing I would do was feed and appear at the rulings when Aro needed me. I would become a shadow of my former self.
And it had worked for the past six centuries and I could only hope it would continue to do so. Times had changed greatly and we no longer ruled by the sword. Vampires were made a mockery of in movies and books. Yet, the humans of Volterra knew an evil existed high in the mountains of their village. This is why they stayed off the streets during the night. Little did they know we could pluck them from their homes should we see fit.
I was sitting with Demetri watching the night pass us by. He was quiet and even the guard in the castle had settled for the evening. It was an ordinary night for us. At times, we would chat about nothing and everything. We would try to collect our human memories and retell stories the other had forgotten. There may have been a chess game or two and more often than not, there was a sparring match. I was sitting in the chair closet to the window and sighed, not out of boredom, but of want. It was time for change. Even though we vampires rarely changed, my depression and morose disposition had even become annoying to me. Still to know that I'd never mate again was rather painful. I had the first mate in vampire history to stray. Aro and Demetri tried to tell me that maybe it was for the better – back to the life of a bachelor. It would make eternity very lonely.
Then tonight something did in fact change. I felt something stirring in me – something calling me out into the night. I looked out the window and noticed a woman, pale as the moon, wandering about the streets. Did she not know the dangers that lurked here? Demetri was just as puzzled as I. As she drew closer to the castle, I felt an urge to get closer to her myself. I was out the window and on the streets before I even had time to think about it. Though she could not see me, I watched her as she made her way towards my direction. I stopped, amazed at how she must have felt a pull as much as I did.
I was so distracted that I hadn't known Demetri was behind me.
"Master, you should not be outside the castle alone," he said worriedly.
"I could not help it my friend. This one calls to me," I whispered as I sniffed the air, taking her ripened scent. "It is divine."
"Shall I ready your room, Master?" he asked with a hint of jest. It had been centuries since I spoke of woman this way.
"I do not know… Perhaps I shall get a better glance."
It was there in the plaza that I saw my siren. I was hidden amongst the shadows and watched as she took in her location. She was a porcelain beauty, aching for me to mar her flesh with my touch. She was exquisite and her long mahogany hair was illuminated by the night sky. Her lips were tinted pink and were succulent, ready to be bitten. Since the death of my mate, this was the first time I had become aroused and I was curious as to why it was this woman. The cords binding us to each other twisted and coiled, growing stronger. I didn't understand our bond, but the closer I got to her the tighter it formed. Then I heard her voice:
"I know someone is here. You might as well show yourself," she spoke defiantly and Demetri chuckled.
As if on cue, the bond was complete and I knew why I was drawn to her. I understood why I was forced from my solitary state.
I was her death.
"A woman that does not fear death? Oh this is a pleasure," I said to her from the shadows.
"No, I welcome it," she said, standing taller and jutting out her chin.
I looked back towards Demetri and spoke to him swiftly. "Go now, Demetri. Prepare my room for a reawakening of the flesh."
"Indeed. Enjoy, Master," he chuckled again and was gone quickly to do as I bid.
I turned back to the direction of the woman seeking death. It would be unwise to keep a woman waiting.
"Well, let me introduce myself. I am Marcus." I revealed myself and watched as she took me in. It had been a while since I fed, but I would still be dazzling to her.
"One of the brothers. Then I am certainly honored," she curtsied and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Someone has been very naughty. You know a great deal of me and yet, I know nothing of you."
She held a pain in her eyes that mirrored my own. This woman had seen loss. She had ached and grieved for it. I saw the resolution in her eyes as well. She was ready for death. I would be happy to serve it to her.
"Yes, someone has been. However, I know the rules and I am here to take my punishment. I request a sentence of death."
I was shocked to discover she knew of vampires, and even more so the Volturi and the laws that bound us. She was bold, brazen, beautiful, and broken. I would heal her, rid her of this pain. I would drain the very essence from her and bathe in the afterglow of her passion.
"Bravado. It suits you. Someone so beautiful expects to die? Shame." I had made my way next to her, her heat warming my cold body as I moved around her. I could not wait to touch her, taste her, drown in her.
I would take her...
Patience was something I had become familiar with. She continued to chat with me as if this was a normal occasion. I learned her name was Isabella and it suited her well. She would make a beautiful vampire, if only she was here to be changed. Like I, Isabella was alone and there was a pain eating away at her from the inside. Immortality is a long time to live with such grief; I most certainly know.
I could no longer wait to have her. I lifted her in my arms and her warm flesh warmed my body to its core. My swift motion caused her heart to beat faster and I felt it stammering away against my chest. I breathed in her scent and was shocked to smell fressia and strawberries. It was the scent of my lands. Isabella was truly my rebirth. I would thank her however she saw fit.
We were in my private quarters and I took in her frazzled state. He heart immediately calmed, but began to race as I touched her skin. My brave swan enjoyed my cold touch and I could smell the hint of her arousal.
"Would you like that? Would you like to feel me over you before I drain you?" I asked her and she moaned in reply.
I lifted her up onto my large bed and kissed her exposed skin. She was bringing me back to life and I would give her the death she wanted, right before she screamed my name from her orgasm. She then shocked me by mentioning the Cullens. It was definitely a mood killer. What exactly did the weird vampire "family" have to do with her? She said that they would know what to do. So the Cullens were the ones that introduced her to this world. That would explain why she knew so much and was still alive. Carlisle was always a pacifist. I understood now why they had declined Aro's visit to see us. Once denied, Aro would be fine. Twice denied and someone would be coming back to Volterra in pieces.
Before I could ponder anything more, Isabella distracted me with a heat-searing kiss. All thought of the Cullens was immediately forgotten and all that consumed me was this fragile, broken human beneath me.
I made love to this budding vixen. It was a love that I carried deep for all things. I owed this woman that much for coming into my life and giving me the reason for change. She gave and pushed, kissed and licked, until I was on the edge of my own orgasm. Isabella was giving and succulent. Her warmth was the fire to my reawakening and I would cherish her gift to me forever.
Her walls began to tighten around me and she called out my name, over and over. I lifted her onto my lap and pushed her down deeper onto me. I gripped her tighter, wanting to feel her closer, each breath as tantalizing as the next. She begged me for her death and I did not keep her waiting any longer. I climaxed first, pulling her hair to side and biting into her delicious neck. The pain from my bite triggered Isabella's and she gripped me as she fell over the edge. I sucked her life from her, relishing in the fantastic taste of her. She was the most perfect creature I have ever tasted.
She reminded me of my promise and whispered her goodbye.
As I drank the last drop from my maiden, I watched as the last breath left her lips. I kissed her deeply and thanked her. I laid her down gently on the bed and covered her with the sheets. I would never forget Isabella Swan and my first way of remembering her is to honor her request. I jumped from the bed and cleaned myself of the remnants of my love-making. I did not want to wash her away, but it was needed for what I had to do.
After my shower, I stepped out to call a few of the human maids that worked in the castle. I needed their discretion and their respect. Four were delivered to my room by Demetri. He wore a large grin on his face and I couldn't help but return it. Before I informed him of my plans, I need to care for Isabella first.
"Ladies, please bathe my recently departed friend. I want only the finest oils used. Dress her in a gown befitting a lady. I have the feeling she would not have wanted something so extravagant. Adorn her hair with flowers, take your time, but do not delay," I spoke to the maids.
They lifted Isabella's small frame into my bathroom and followed out my orders. I went to my closet to search out something to wear. I was saddened to see that most of my clothes were dated and had collected dust.
"Had I been living in such a darkness that I lost my sense of style?" I muttered to myself.
"If I could be honest, master," Demetri appeared next to me. I nodded to him to continue. "Your sense of style is about as dead as you are. Explain to me your plight and I shall have you ready."
I raised my eyebrow at Demetri and he rolled his eyes at me. He pulled me to the end of my closet and removed the coverings for several Armani suits, silk boxers, and the finest shoes.
"Someone has been very sneaky," I chuckled at him and began to tell him of Isabella Swan.
Demetri was saddened by her tale and asked why I just didn't change her. I explained to him that some people are already dead and just hadn't found death yet. I then told him of the Cullens and he growled at the outrage. It was known for a vampire to have a human pet from time to time. However, that pet was to be changed or killed before too much time passed. He knew of Carlisle's reply to Aro to not visit us five years ago. We didn't think anything of it, but add in Isabella and it is suspect.
I dressed and ordered Demetri to gather four other guards to come with us. I would be leaving as soon as possible. I also had him to prepare travel arrangements for Isabella. I wanted my Swan pristine when she made her visit. I knew the little venom that entered her blood stream would keep her body well for twenty-four hours, after that decay would happen quickly. Yet, there were ways we can preserve her until we made our arrival to the Cullens.
Three hours later, both Isabella and I were ready to make our journey. Demetri had chosen four of his best guardsmen, Corin, Afton, Santiago, and Chelsea. She could be oh so dangerous and I would definitely use her on our visit. We had made our way to the cars, preparing our trip to our private hanger when I was stopped by the scents of my brothers.
"Leaving us, Marcus?" asked Aro.
"Taking care of some business for a friend, and for the Volturi," I said, knowing it would intrigue him.
"Will there be venom spilt and fires burning?" Caius asked, his eyes alight with mischief.
"Possibly," I teased him. "But I am just honoring a request my brother and prefer privacy. However, I will replay any gory details upon my return home."
"I will let you go brother only because this is the first I have seen you alive in so long," Aro spoke softly.
"Or have a conversation with more than three words," Caius snorted.
"Indeed brothers. Tell Heidi to prepare a celebration for my arrival back in a three days time," I said before getting into the car and heading off.
I asked Demetri to discover the Cullens last whereabouts. They were residing in northern Canada. It would take some hours, but we would get there at nightfall; a perfect time for my maiden's unveiling. I began to think of Isabella and wondered which of the Cullens could have broken her heart. Most in the coven were mated. I had seen their bonds and each were as strong as the next. It must be that boy – the one with the bronze hair and the ability to read minds. Well, I would make him endure pain that befits someone that could hurt the dear Isabella.
"Master, what troubles you?" Demetri asked.
It was only then I noticed the growl that had begun in my chest. It was shaking the car completely as we drew closer to the Volturi hanger.
"The mind-reader is mine. Should anyone touch him before I, you shall share his fate," I growled out and made my way towards the plane.
I was vibrating in anger. The boy was always arrogant and thought himself above us. His loyalties only lay with Carlisle and he fakes his ties with this coven. Poor Carlisle is nothing but a puppet on a string. He allows this boy so much, all because he cannot have his own. This boy would be his coven's downfall.
As we touched down in the small town, our SUV's were made ready for travel. Isabella was tucked away in her refrigerated coffin in the other SUV following us. We traveled for a good two hours before we approached the home. I ordered all minds clear and to follow my command only. I looked out the vehicle to see Carlisle and his mate, Esme, had come out front to meet us. I saw Carlisle sniff the air and his eyes went wide. I couldn't hide my smile as we parked. I loved surprises. We stepped out the vehicle and Carlisle greeted us.
"Old friend, this is a surprise. To what do we owe this visit?" He said taking my hand in his.
I ignored his request and greeted the lovely Esme instead. I kissed her cheeks and I knew she would be flushed if she could. I watched as Carlisle tightened his grip on her. I would not do the same as my mate did to me. He did not have to worry about that. However, my time with my Swan, as little as it was, had brought me far more closer to my original flirty self.
"We have much to discuss, Carlisle. Is your family here as well?" I asked, emphasizing family as he so called them.
"That they all are, come in please. All of you."
"Demetri, Chelsea come. The rest, bring them their present," I smirked.
Demetri took Chelsea's arm in his and they chuckled over something they were whispering. No doubt it was about the mayhem that was about to occur. I hissed at them to be silent and they straightened out immediately.
I walked in to the immaculate home that they had created for themselves. Paintings adorned the walls, several sculptures were scattered here and there, but the image before me was certainly just an image. In the living room sat the Cullen Family. Alice, the seer, sat in her mate's lap, Jasper the God of War. The youngest one Emmett stood behind his mate, Rosalie, the blonde goddess that Demetri was fond of. And last but certainly not least, the golden child himself, Edward. Standing with him was one I'd seen before, the original succubus, Tanya. Aro had sent for her a few centuries after Didyme's demise. He was trying anything to get me to live. Tanya smelled of the dumping grounds of several vampires. I cared not to touch her.
"Not to be rude Marcus, but surely you know that we are rather concerned. The Volturi does not make house calls unless there is utter importance. Then you, Marcus, are not one to ever leave the castle," Carlisle spoke. I could feel the worry echoing in the room.
"I shall not keep you guessing them. I nodded to Demetri and he held the door open for the "gift" to arrive. "This is a gift I give to you from an old friend."
"Why can't we smell what's in the box?" The large one, Emmett asked.
The group turned to him and gave him a questioning glance. I always loved this one's lack of a filter.
"Eager are we, Emmett? Then you can open it."
He walked towards the box, but paused and looked over his shoulder at his coven leader. Carlisle nodded and Emmett ripped the top off the crate. The wooden planks fell away from the box and the glass fixture that held the remains of Isabella Swan stood out. She looked like Snow White and I had to snort at my fairytale reference.
"Bella… Bella…," Emmett whispered, falling to his knees, opening the top of her deathbed. He cradled her face and his mate was immediately beside him.
He wept.
That there showed me he was not guilty. The small sprite was next and her mate carried her. I wondered why. I noticed she was covered in makeup. Her eyes sunken in and her small frame looked withered. She too began to sob as her mate wept as well. I had heard other sobs, but was distracted at watching the others to notice. The poor Esme had collapsed in turmoil on the floor. Carlisle's eyes filled with venom tears, either for his mate, or the dear Isabella.
Edward was still as stone. He came no closer and cried out not. Guilt was etched in his face.
"Is this…is this why you called the entire family back together Alice. So we could all be here to see this? To grieve?" Emmett asked.
"I just saw us all back together here. I did not know why, but felt it was important," Alice spoke, her voice broken and withered.
"What happened to you child?" I asked.
"Knowing your sister wanted nothing of you, didn't want this immortal life, and to say she never loved you is enough to break your heart," Alice spoke. "But I still loved her."
"As did I," Emmett spoke.
Edward flinched at this revelation and I called Corin forth. He could pull truths from people. I asked him to use his gift on Edward. The fool tried to run, but it was his own "parents" that stopped and held him.
"Why do you run Edward? Is there something you need to tell us?" Esme begged.
"Nothing. I have nothing to say," Edward growled.
Tanya was stupid enough to push Esme off and tried to run with Edward. I snapped my fingers and Afton and Santiago quickly detained them. Chelsea, without my instructions, ripped Tanya to pieces. I looked to her for an answer to this, to which she just shrugged her shoulders. I rolled my eyes and went back to the task at hand.
"Corin," I said and knew that his gift was starting to work as Edward relaxed in my guards' arms and his eyes glazed over. "Edward, was it of Isabella's own volition that she left this family?"
"Ughhhh….No," was all he answered.
"Who is responsible for her departure?"
"I am. I told her…she wasn't…good enough. I told her…that we were leaving and…would move on without her," he panted out. He was strong and tried horribly to fight Corin's gift. "I left her…alone…in the woods and…and…shattered her heart," Edward pressed out.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" Emmett roared and Demetri held him back.
"Edward, tell me everything."
And that he did. He told me how he broke the Swan and lied to his family about everything. He even told his sister to not look into her future. He banished them all from contact. He ruined so many lives. I had Corin release him and then I told him how Isabella came to Volterra, how she had given up, and how I took her life from her. She renewed me, but asked of this request.
"She asked you to drop her off here?" Rosalie asked.
"Well, it is the ultimate fuck you," Jasper said.
I chuckled at this and spoke of how feisty she was. I flashed images of my night with my maiden to Edward.
"You fiend!" Edward growled and lunged for me.
I caught him by his neck immediately and slammed him to the ground. My knee ground into his chest and he cried out in pain.
"You shall not get off easy Cullen. I will make you my bitch for the next century. Your pain will be what Isabella suffered. You will wish you were in hell," I whispered in his ear. I then looked at the rest of the Cullens, "For crimes against the Volturi, I consider the death of Edward Cullen, punishment served. Should you deny this, it shall be you all."
No one spoke in his behalf, turning away from him instead. I smiled down at Edward and ordered Chelsea to break his bonds to his coven and them to him. I then ripped Edward to pieces and ordered them to come with us. I knew the wild and crazy mind of Tanya, so I had her brought with us too.
As we piled out the house, I turned back to the family as they crowded around Isabella.
"Take care of her remains. Honor her. She deserved so much," Carlisle nodded and turned back to console his family.
I bid goodbye to Isabella Swan, knowing I would carry her in my heart always. We loaded up our parcels and headed back home. Upon arrival, I held a banquet in the honor of the woman that reawakened me. We feasted into the morning and when I had my fill, Demetri joined me in Edward Cullen's first lesson of never breaking a heart so pure.
A/N: I would sincerely love to read what you thought of this. I hope that those who wanted him to kill her found this to their liking. Don't worry Team Changed, I am working on your story now. I hope to have it done by the anniversary of when I published this story :)
