A/N: I am so thrilled to know you are enjoying this so far, I can not explain. And I promise. I will not leave this story midway. See 'shadowkid1313' you told me not to make it a one-shot, and the same day, I posted a second chapter! Lol. But thank you all (cullen's pet, EvenstarDreamer, cherryVanillaCoke16, cgirl0220, lovely gaby) for your reviews and I am glad you like the pairing. More importantly, I'm glad you all find the Marcus character to be believable. Please continue to review and suggestions are always more than welcome!

"I want her," Marcus said to Cygnus, when he came back. "I want her up in the room as soon as possible." Looking down at the woman he wanted so badly, he added, "But one thing. If she protests or causes any trouble, don't even think about hurting her. I don't want to see a single bruise on her body…made by you two. You hear me?"

"Yes sir," Cygnus replied. Seeing that Marcus had no further instructions, he and Falco turned around once again to head down the stairs to the ballroom.

Unable to sit coolly now that the wheels of his plan were in motion, Marcus stood up and leaned on the balcony railing in front of him, continuing to look at the woman. She was now looking at the dance floor at another woman, somewhat timidly. As he wondered why she looked nervous, Dolohov came back to his side and interrupted his thoughts. "Are you sure you don't recognize her from somewhere?"

Exasperated, Marcus let out an annoyed sigh. "Obviously not Dolohov."

"Well, fine." After a few seconds pause, he said, "So Flint, after you're done with her, how about you send her…" Dolohov's voice quickly caught in his throat when he saw the threatening look in Marcus' eyes. "Possessive, are we?" he said with a nervous laugh, not quite sure how to respond to the glower.

Although Marcus was considerably younger than him, Dolohov was still sometimes frightened by him. He seemed fine for the most part but underneath his calm countenance, he always had that serious, hostile look to him. Hell, even his smiles were ominous.

This was all appropriate when they went hunting for Muggles and such but even around his fellow Death Eaters, Marcus maintained a fear-provoking disposition. Keeping Lord Voldemort in mind, Marcus may not have hurt a fellow Death Eater directly, but if ever provoked enough, he knew how to discreetly seek his revenge without the opponent even knowing what had hit them. Currently, Dolohov had no wish to be one of them. And so, he ended up turning around, quietly occupying a seat a few feet away.

Seeing that Dolohov would remain silent for the rest of his time in the balcony, Marcus turned back to the ballroom. He was abruptly overjoyed to see that Cygnus had made his way to the woman. "Viridis," he whispered in confirmation.

And now to make his way to his room.

*

Upon reaching his room, Marcus took off his robe and placed it on a hook near the door. Stretching his neck, he made his way across the suite to the bar and took out two glasses, placing them on a table.

A glass for him. A glass for her.

He poured the girl enough whiskey for her to get comfortable around him but simultaneously kept in mind that he wanted her to be perfectly aware of herself. After all, he wanted to enjoy her in all her glory. Things would not be fun any other way.

After filling up the glasses, Marcus sat back and waited both patiently and quietly in anticipation of the woman. He even abstained from touching his own drink before she came to his room. He had had plenty to drink tonight, and though his level of tolerance for alcohol was uncommonly high, Marcus knew he was coming to a close also. He did not in any way want to risk losing his senses minutes before he had her.

If he actually had her, Marcus suddenly thought in vexation.

Tapping his fingers on the armrest, Marcus looked at his watch and began to lose patience. He had been sitting in his room for quite some time now.

Where were those dimwitted idiots?

Pushing his glass away so he would not succumb to temptation, Marcus stood up and began to pace the room. It took all of three minutes for Cygnus to distract a girl while Falco poured two drops of Balnoleum into her drink. A minute later, she would head to the bathroom. Two minutes later, she would step out and Cygnus and Falco would be waiting for her. It took about three minutes for them to convince the girl to head upstairs somehow and in another minute, they would be outside Marcus' room. That was ten minutes. At most, twelve.

Marcus had been waiting for about twenty now.

Unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt, Marcus growled in anger. He paid the idiots enough for them to do a simple job. Yet they were still completely incompetent, those fucking dense---

A tap on the door….finally.

His thoughts cut off midway, Marcus grinned roguishly as he turned to face the door. Running a hand through his hair, he mentally prepared himself to turn on the charm and he started walking towards the door, figuring out what compliment he should pay the lovely lady first.

Settling on her raven locks, Marcus eased his face into a sleek smile as he opened the door to greet his victim of the night.

"Welcome."

*

His eyes meeting Falco's, Marcus knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. He turned his head to the right, and only saw Cygnus. Confusion promptly transforming into anger, Marcus shoved Falco to the side and stepped into the hall. Seeing the woman nowhere around, he turned back around and centered a smoldering look on the two buffoons in front of him.

"Where is she?" Marcus asked quietly.

After a pregnant pause in which no one dared to speak, Marcus repeated himself. "Did you not hear me? I said where is she?"

Seeing that Falco was too petrified to even look up, Cygnus finally mustered up the courage to answer. "Sir, she said no."

Letting out a succinct laugh, laced with incredulity, Marcus stepped closed to Cygnus. "I'm sorry. I believe I heard you wrong Cygnus. What did you say?"

His breath coming in short huffs, Cygnus looked down at the floor, and squeaked the same response.

No longer able to contain his vehemence, Marcus took out his wand from his back pocket, and bellowed, 'Reducto!'

Watching Cygnus' slam awkwardly into a wall gave Marcus some satisfaction and he took a deep breath, putting a soft smile on his face. He turned around to face Falco, who looked terrified, and pointed his wand in his face. "Now Falco. How about you tell me why you thought it was alright for you to disobey my orders and oblige with her wishes instead?"

When Falco's mouth opened in response, but no words came out, Marcus jabbed his wand between his eyes. "Tell me, you thick-headed ass!"

Realizing his fate would probably be worse than Cygnus if he did not speak, Falco began to sputter helplessly. "Sir, you yourself…you said not to hurt her if she protested. And…and, we tried….we tried to convince her but she kept on begging to be let go…so…keeping what you…what you told us…we followed your orders. We followed what you said. We didn't harm her. Like you said."

Raising his eyes to the ceiling in aggravation, Marcus growled in frustration. "You fucking morons! I said don't physically hurt her if she protested. I never said to actually….oh to hell with it! Tell me. Where is she?"

"I don't think she went back to the ballroom sir. I think she was about to leave…with her family," Falco replied, a bit more confidently, now that he was out of danger.

"Her family," Marcus repeated with a huff. "Her family." Too overcome with lust, combined with immeasurable anger and the copious consumption of alcohol, Marcus pushed back his hair, and headed down the hallway, to go down the stairs. There was no fucking way she would leave him like this. Not if he had anything to say about it.

He had just taken one step down when he stopped and went back up. Making direct eye contact with Falco, he sneered. "Furnunculus!"

Before he could watch the boils erupt on Falco's face and make a bloody mess, Marcus proceeded back down the stairs.

The blood may not have been his cup of tea, but the howls of pain definitely provided him with some contentment.

He was a Death Eater after all.