"I cannot believe that I taught you to be such a horrible host Gabriel. Where is the food?" Marcus spoke out, knowing that Gabriel and Molly came back to Gabriel's home.
"I usually dislike bringing Vampires into my home Marcus, hope you'd understand."
"What about her?" Marcus asked, this time pointing at Molly.
"I think not!" Gabriel responded, clearly offended.
"Aww, come on my child, just one little sip?" He asked, holding his fingers close together, showing a little pout.
"No" Molly said, reaffirming what Gabriel had said earlier.
"Well you enjoyed it when you let my child have some." Marcus pointed out.
"That was different."
"I fail to see how."
"She is off limits, she is mine!" Gabriel spoke out, making sure the matter was now settled. Marcus acted like he was truly hurt.
"Fucking prudes." He responded. Molly and Gabriel both went over to his couch and both of them sat down, facing across from Marcus.
"We need to figure out what to do when they come up looking for answers." Gabriel started off.
"Well no shit Sherlock." Marcus responded.
"Can't you just explain to them everything that has happened, perhaps they would listen to you." Molly inputted which caused Marcus to burst out laughing.
"Oh yes, and while we are at it I will buy a big bottle of lube, for the giant ass fucking that me and Gabriel will receive for it!"
"Just trying to help, geeze."
"I know Molly." Gabriel responded, and held her hand.
"Just do us a favor you duplicate whatever the hell you are, keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut!" Marcus retorted.
"Then why and the hell am I here?" Molly asked.
"Because blood bag, for obvious reasons my progeny doesn't want you drank till your dry. You're in this, the Authority will find out who was involved with not only killing their sheriff, but the whole damn command structure in New York City!"
"Then any idea's as to what to do Marcus? You are the vampire with the strategic mind out of us two." Gabriel asked.
"Oh yes, leave it to me Gabriel, fine. Turn her and then let's get the fuck out of here."
"Turn me? No!" Molly automatically responded. Marcus just glared at her.
"Oh you two haven't fucked yet, well by all means Gabriel, were in your house go, take her and give her some of that Vampire cock." Marcus replied coldly.
"That is none of your fucking business Marcus!"
"Well clearly it is, considering my head is on the line here. So what are you waiting for, Viagra? Get to it!" Marcus replied, nodding his head towards the stairs.
"What happened to the Vampire that dreamed of taking on the Authority, and over throwing them?" Gabriel asked, trying to change the topic.
"Oh so now you're ready huh? You think I'm the first one to try, or the only one that plotted to do just that!? It isn't as easy as just saying it will happen. They come to New York City, and there will be a fight, one I'm sure we will lose. Even with your silver blade sword of yours. Unlike you Gabriel, I enjoy being what I' am, Vampire and alive!"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean!?" Gabriel shouted out, this had caught the interest of Molly.
"Oh your attempted suicide Gabriel, or the fact that you refused to feed on humans, because you always killed your pray. Does that ring a bell?"
"Why are you bringing this up?" Gabriel asked.
"Oh because I think this clone of yours should know what exactly is in store for her don't you think?" Marcus replied.
"I'm not a fucking clone you worthless blood sucker! My name is Molly!"
"Oh so the duplicate has a name eh?" Marcus retorted just to simply get on her nerves.
"Marcus that is enough!" Gabriel yelled.
"Oh then tell her Gabriel, or shall I?"
"Tell me what!?" Molly yelled.
"Marcus no!"
"Oh I think yes Gabriel." He responded, then leaned in the recliner and looked at Molly in her eyes, making sure not to glamour her, he wanted her natural reaction for this.
"He fed on his daughter." He responded, all calmly now. Molly just sat there in shock.
"You forced me you conniving bastard!" Gabriel responded, clearly getting heated.
"Oh you and you're forcing! Waaaa, he commanded me as my maker, waaaaaa, Really Gabriel? Is that the best excuse you got?"
"You know damn well what that entails Marcus, I had no other choice."
"We all have choices Gabriel, you're the one that chose to be a Vampire if I remember correctly. Hence why we are here, speaking of which, why oh why did I not turn Lancelot instead?"
"Lancelot was only a character in a fable Marcus." Gabriel reminded.
"HA! That is fucking rich, if he heard you say such a thing, he would of beheaded you before you even had a chance to withdraw your precious sword."
"Wait, King Arthur happened?" Molly asked.
"Yes it happened, you would be surprised on how many fairy tales are based upon truth clone. I would hardly call him a king though. More like a fool of a general." Marcus explained.
"You were around that time?" Molly once again asked, her interest clearly has peaked.
"I'm over 1800 years old, of course I was around. There are only two that can claim to be older than me and not lie through their teeth about it."
"What did you do when you were human?"
"Ever heard of the lost battalion of Rome? I was their general." Marcus said with a wink.
"Oh, yeah, by the way, less is more." Marcus piped in talking to Molly. Molly just rolled her eyes in response.
"You know what I think Marcus? I think you have been around for so damn long, that you are sick and tired of seeing everyone you care about either die or start to hate your guts. Not realizing that you being an ass constantly is actually turning the people who could be the closest of friends into people who couldn't give two shits about you!" Molly snapped back, clearly getting tired of his antic's, and his constant nagging of her. Marcus's eyes just narrowed into her, he darted up about to rip her throat open, only to have Gabriel's hand grasp tightly around this throat.
"Don't even think about it." Gabriel warned, Marcus just shoved him down back on the couch.
"You know what? I'm going to find some poor helpless jogger somewhere, rip his head off and use his arteries as dental floss. Have fun kids." Marcus responded, then walked out of Gabriel's front door and took off in flight.
"Can you do that?" Molly asked.
"Yes, though I just learned recently. It takes a while for a Vampire to learn how, some longer than others."
"Can you teach me?"
"What?" Gabriel asked in disbelief.
"Can you teach me? To fly?"
"I don't think you understand what you are asking for Molly. I have done some horrible things in my life."
"So what is your plan then, stay with me for another twenty years or so, until I get old and start sagging away, then go off waiting another six hundred years until someone else resembles your precious Christelle?" she snapped.
"How can you say that!? You have no idea what I went through in six hundred years, the misery that I went through, the depression that dominated my thoughts, day in and day out for most of my life."
"Try me." Molly answered back. Gabriel then grabbed her wrist in response.
"Follow me."
"Wait, where are you taking me?"
"You will find out." He replied taking her upstairs to his bedroom, walked over to his work desk and opened up a wood carved box, inside of it was a pendent attached to a necklace; he then placed it in her hands.
"Gabriel, it's beautiful! Where did you get?"
"The Duke of Paris, I defeated him in a duel, and he gave this to me as a prize. It was in the prize possession of the Czar's wife." Gabriel explained. Molly caught herself admiring it in its beauty. She held it back out towards him.
"Can you?"
"Of course." He responded and placed the necklace around her neck.
"How…" She started to speak, but was soon caught off as she found herself catching a dress.
"What do you think?" Molly asked.
"You're gorgeous."
"No not me, the dress." She asked, slightly amused pointing out.
"You're wearing a dress? Well damn, look at that you are wearing a dress. I'd thought I would never see the day."
"Gabriel, can you please be serious for once?" She asked slightly annoyed.
"Oh I'm deadly serious." He responded, then leaned over and dipped his finger on some cake that was sitting on the dresser and smudged some icing on her nose.
"Gabriel…" Once again she was cut off, as she caught an old fashion scroll.
Dear Christelle,
I fear that this battle upcoming may be my last. The English has found a way to out maneuver our rightful King at every turn. I'm losing my nerve for the fight, my father once believe that I would be the one to lead our people to the freedom that we deserve, though I now doubt this belief. I miss spending the nights with you, being at my side. My sword hand now shakes in fear in before every engagement, not for fear of my own life, but fear that I may never see you again. If word comes out in the next few days that I'm among the lost, then know that I loved you with all my heart, and that my estates have rightfully been placed to the one who ran it so well. You are a true Lady, one that I considered honored knowing. I Love you Christelle. I hope to see you soon.
Molly could feel her eyes start to water, her heart breaking. He has never wrote with such defeatism in his heart, she feared that he could truly be lost.
"I sent that with our fastest rider, least he claimed to be. I shall be sure to tell him that he is full of horse manure." She heard his voice as she turned around. She couldn't believe that he was alive and in the flesh, full and intact. Running up to him she kissed him hard, he placed his back foot on the door and slammed it shut.
"Let's stay here, in this room for the rest of our lives, make love over and over again." She heard herself say.
"What about food?" Gabriel asked between kisses.
"We have maids." She responded.
"And the rest of the world?"
"Let the rest of the world deal with the rest of the world, I just want what is rightfully mine." She replied as she rolled on top of him and started to undo his pants.
"Gabriel, how is this possible? How am I remembering all of this?"
"I don't know, I would hope you could shed some light on it."
"I'm fucking confused!"
"Molly…" Gabriel trailed off and placed a hand on her shoulder, she immediately shrugged it off of her.
"Get away from me!" She screamed.
"Molly, please listen to me."
"Just fucking leave me alone, give me some time." She retorted back coldly. Gabriel just nodded, and walked down stairs.
"What the fuck is that!?" Gabriel yelled, Marcus had blood all over his hands and was putting a red tube in between his teeth.
"An artery." Marcus replied.
"Jesus Christ Marcus, I didn't think you were serious!"
"One, I told you I was hungry. Two, I highly doubt he has ever existed." Marcus replied nonchalantly.
"So you turn her yet?" He asked, then flicking the artery in the trash can.
"No, I did not turn her Marcus." Gabriel replied annoyed.
"Well, give her some Vampire cock, once you have finished, drink her half to death. Then give her some of your precious vampire blood, and go lay down with her in a hole somewhere out in bum fuck Egypt, by next night fall, Wala! You have yourself a baby vamp!"
"That is not funny Marcus."
"Oh forgive me because you were born without a sense of humor. Honestly Gabriel, when will you become a maker, you are six hundred years old for bloody sakes!"
"It isn't a decision to be made lightly, you if anyone should know that! You sired, what two Vampires in your whole existence, you waited till you were nine hundred years old before Lorena!"
"Have you seen my offspring? My genetics are fucked! Wait of course you have, you are one!"
"If you were so dire on patience on turning someone than why shouldn't I be?" Gabriel asked, trying to finally get his maker in check mate in this conversation.
"What are you looking for? A sign of some sort, wait I know, you have one! It is the spitting image of your wife that passed away six hundred fucking years ago that is up stairs!" Marcus screamed pointing to the stairs.
"And that is my choice!" Gabriel screamed.
"Well you better make that choice soon Gabriel, she's dying. I'm not waiting another six hundred years till you find another human that looks like your precious Christelle for you to give me a grandchild."
"How do you know that?"
"Oh please, you think I went straight back here after we slaughtered the lot of them? I listened to what you had to say to clone!"
"I will make that decision with her blessing, and on my own accord Marcus, not yours."
"Well you better hurry, we know what happened to the last person you tried to turn." Marcus replied.