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"I shall not forget you, my brother, I will bide my time until our moment comes round again. No matter how long we must wait, someday you shall be free once more. And the world will tremble before us." Marcus vowed silently as he stormed out the Council's Room, his chest rising up and down as he seethed with hate at the betrayel from Viktor and Amelia. He vowed that he shall be reunited with his brother once again and he vowed that everyone who betrayed and followed Viktor's orders would pay for their deceit. But for now, for now he had to wait.

He just didn't know how long.

His mind thought back towards his brothers agonized cries. And yet, William could not be blamed for what he had become. He remembered staring in sorrow at his vanquished brother. If not for a capricious twist of fate, their destinies might have been reversed. [William] might have been [the first] Vampire. And he, he could have been an...an animal. He alone understood how his brother had fought against the curse.

His mind shifted to somewhere else or rather, someone else and unbeknowist to himself he was rather curious to see if the human girl had awakened from her rest. He shook his head.

He couldn't quite place it, but there was something about this girl that intrigued him to no ends; the main factory was why had she not turned like the others did. By the looks of it, it seemed as though the girl had been bitten before William had massacred the small Hungarian village and yet she still had not turned.

"Ivory fangs glistened in the moonlight as the beast leapt at Marcus, who was taken unawares by the wolf's savage attack. His horse reared in alarm, whinnying in terror. All but thrown from his saddle, Marcus clung frantically to the rains of his panicked mount, unable to defend himself. The wolf snarled loudly as it went in for the kill, its hot breath steaming the cold night air."

He blinked at the sudden intrusion of his mind, his thoughts lingering on that memory, a memory he had wished to forget. What had brought this memory to surface again. It had been so long since he had thought of that night many, many years back.

He remembered that night as it happened only seconds ago. But he didn't dwell on that for long as he found himself standing infront his bedroom chambers, slightly hesitant to go in. He cursed himself for hesitating to enter his own chambers but as quietly as possible, opened the door and entered, his eyes instantly drawn upon the young woman still slumbering on his king sized bed.

He could hear her shallow breaths, he could see her chest rising with each breath and in a quick movement, he found himself staring out the window, watching the occupants below move about. "You have made quite the ruckus," he didn't know as to why he had started to converse with her but he continued, knowing that she'd hear each and every word he spoke. "You have many wondering as to why my brother did not kill you but instead he protected you when his own life was on the line. But I would not dare question my brother's actions. Tis not matter what I think,"he turned towards the bed, his hands clasped behind his back.

This girl, unlike all others had been bitten by William but had not turned and gone rabbid. It was enough to send the Council Members on their toes and even the all mighty Viktor had questions of his own. He had been very persistant on ending the girl's life as quickly and swiftly as possible but Marcus would not have it.

They have already taken William from him and now they wanted to take this girl from him, a girl who could possibly be the Salvation to his brother and quite possibly himself. A strange sense of calmness washed over him as he continued to listen to the steady rhythm of her heart. "What are you?" He found himself mumbling just as he caught movement of her hand twitching, his eyebrows furrowing together as a groan slipped from her throat.

He knew that she was starting to awaken but did not move from his spot and continued to observe her. Watching her every movements, he watched as slowly opened her eyes and as quick as a lightning bolt, she sat straight, her eyes wide and her heart rate picking up speed and in an instant, her intoxicating scent filled the room.

Pushing his sudden thirst away, he spoke. "I see you are awake." He didn't know what amused him further, was it how she tumbled out the bed from fright or her loud shriek that echoed through his room. "I would be careful, my Lady."

Her blood pumping heavily in her veins sent his throat dry for thirst but he would not give into temptation. He peered at her as she pushed herself from the floor, his eyes taking in her every movement. Her eyes were wide with fear as she stared at the unknown man before her but made no attempt to flee as she spotted the door.

Catching her movement, he allowed a slight smirk to form on his lips. "I wouldn't do that if I were you,"he offered as he slowly approached her. "It would be a failed attempt and the men in this castle won't hesitate a second to kill you on the spot." For a moment she contemplated whether to take the chance.

"Its better to be killed than live with this curse." He frowned at her choice of words and slowly approached her. "I would rather die than become a monster like that thing." The words slipped from her mouth and her body screamed in pain as she was brutally slammed against the wall.

Those words were enough to send Marcus into a bomb, his fangs extended as he hissed. "If you as much as ever call my brother a monster or any foul name again, I will behead you myself. I don't care if you piked his interest and my curiousity, I will not hesitate to kill you. Be grateful that you are alive." His grip loosened as he stepped back, his chest rising as his nostrils flared with each breath.

But his anger diminished when he saw her shoulders shake as she sobbed softly. It was not his intention to take out his anger out on her, it wasn't entirely her fault. All he ever heard was how William was a monster, a mindless beast who killed anything in his path.

His brother wasn't a Monster. He wasn't a Beast.

Nobody understood the bond that he and William shared and they never would. Ever since they were children they had always been close and still now they remained even closer.

But he feared that now that his brother had something new in mind, he feared that, that bond would vanish. And he sneered at the thought of it, not caring a second that the girl flinched at the sound. He wanted to know why his brother had been so protective over her, he wanted to know how.

And with a moments hesitation, he pulled the girl from her feet, ignoring her protests and lunged at her throat, his fangs extending as they plunged deep within her neck.

No sound escaped her mouth as she dug her nails into his shoulders, a pain tearing through her neck as Marcus devoured her, her blood pouring like a waterfall into his mouth as he sought the memories he wished to see. His mouth closed around her neck as he gripped her waist tighter.

A groan of appreciation rumbled from him as he pushed her aside, his eyes closed as the memories flooded his mind.

"Elena! Don't go to far and be back before sundown." A woman yelled in the background and the memory quickly shifted.

Approaching the river bend, Elena placed the bucket she held and dunked it, quickly filling it with water before scooping a hand full and slurped it up, not disturbed at the small moan of appreciation coming from her but as she went to take another scoop, her head snapped to the side as she swore she heard a twig snap and her heart sped up.

So her name was Elena. A fitting name for the little naïve girl.

Taking hint of the darkening sky, Elena found a sudden shiver running up her spine as she soon halted. Her heart pounding against her chest, raven locks flew around her as her head whipped to the side as she heard a twig snap in the distance. "Who's there?" She questioned trying to sound brave, not wanting to show her fear for whoever or whatever stood lurking in the darkness.

Pinching the brink of her nose, she shook her head and for a single moment, took a step forward in peace, but that was shattered as soon as something lunged toward her in an alarming speed, and with a yell she bolted forward, dropping the bucket on the ground she took off in the direction her feet carried her, only to regret it moments later when she skidded to halt.

"This isn't happening," she tried to calm her breathing as she hid behind a thick and tall tree, closing her eyes as she listened for any sounds of her attacker.

Silence echoed around her, the only sound of her heart racing reached her ears and she slowly opened her eyes and looked about, silently as possible trying to make more distance between- her body froze instantly, her eyes wide as her blood ran cold but before a scream could tear out her throat, a sudden burst of hot pain spread through her body as she felt her neck being ripped apart.

Gurgling on her own blood, she thrashed around but instantly stopped when her body was brutally slammed against the ground below. Her vision blurred as she managed to catch a glimpse of something that had her eyes widening.

Standing in front of her, muzzle covered in blood, a deep growl rumbled from the beast in front of her. Blood dripped from its chin, saturating its white fur in crimson blood. Her blood.

William. Marcus thought as he delved deeper into the memories, his hands clenching as the smell of her blood still flowed down his throat.

Her hand sought the wound, hissing slightly at the spasms of pain shooting through her, her eyes widened as the beast slowly approached her, its white eyes boring into hers, she slowly pushed herself away as far as she could but no matter, it was upon her in an instant and closing her eyes as she waited for her death, the last thing she could remember was feeling something wet lapping over her wound, a small warmth spreading through her before the world turned black.

His eyes snapped open and he unclenched his hands and turned towards the girl, her whimpers reaching his ears as he swiped a hand over his mouth, spreading her blood over his face, his beard covered in said blood.

It would seem that the sight of her own blood had the girl in fright as she scrambled backwards, watching his every movement as he stalked towards her.

"There," he spoke. "That wasn't so hard was it?" He questioned as he grasped her upper arm and hauled her upwards before. "You naïve little girl." He spoke as she shook against his chest.

"P-please don't hurt me," she begged pushing against his chest, trying to get away and the act had Marcus smirking.

He patted her head soothingly and hushed her. "Its all over now, little Elena." He whispered her name softly in her ear, her body freezing at the act but before she could question, he nuzzled her neck and like in the memory, Marcus ran his tongue over her wound before stepping back. He didnt understand why he had done what he had done but th act came like an instinct, like something deep within controlled him to lick her wound clean.

In all his existince as a Immortal, he had never done what he had done. He had his share of human blood but he had never lost control as he had just done.

William had left his mark.

The lack of sudden blood loss drained her body and she slumped forward. Gathering her in his arms, Marcus laid her on his bed and stood. "Elena," he whispered her name. "My little pet."

And now Marcus made sure to leave his.

OMG! Why do I get the feeling that I made Marcus OOC. If I did I am extremely sorry and please tell me if I did. If not phew. Welp, review means more chapters coming :)