Author note: You all get what I'm doing with the chapter titles, right? You take the actual story name 'Thou Shall Not' and then read the chapter title. So for example this would be, 'Thou shall not deny the devil known'. In addition, I try to make them have some meaning with the chapter itself, be it in a simple sentence or the overall chapter.

Disclaimer: I own my OC's but make no profit from this.


Chapter start

Celia could not get out of the cave. As if waking up there hadn't been a terror enough. The fact that she couldn't escape was even worse, that David somehow really did have that much control over her insane, and the idea she would die when she saw them again a near certainty in her brain.

Her dreams had been plagued by that face. It hadn't been Marko and yet there it was, plain as day, evidence Marko was a monster, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out which kind. Fangs had been protruding obscenely from his gums, fangs she knew hadn't ever been there before when he looked at her and smiled.

It all made a perfect sense in a macabre fashion. Why they were never around in the sun, why they were reckless, all the weird things Paul had said. What she wouldn't give to have taken the Frog brothers seriously. What an imbecile she had been! Now she could only hope that they at least kept Sam safe. One Emerson put down by idiocy was more than enough.

Were Star and Laddie…?

Celia turned to look at them. The sun was shining through the cave opening, directly on the bed, and even though they were turned away from it, burrowed under the blankets, they did not burn or show any other form of discomfort. But if not vampires then what were they? Why were they here, with the boys?

Celia tried to wake them up but it was no use. She was reminded of the time she had tried to wake Marko. Oh, god, he had licked all over her then! Had he been tenderizing her or something equally weird and terrifying?

She had to get out of there. She changed back into her clothes and even took the time to fold the ones Star had loaned her. Then she set off. The front door was blocked somehow to her but surely the back way… if there was a back way out.

Celia squared her jaw and grit her teeth. There had to be one! Therefore, she had the rest of the day, until the sun set again, to find it, and get home, where she would never, ever come out until daylight again. If she could manage it, she would be out of Santa Carla too.

Celia set off into the darkened tunnels, and even got halfway down one when she remembered she didn't want to bump into them either. She paused, placing a hand against the wall, recoiling slightly as she felt a cobweb under her fingers along with the gritty surface of the dirt cavern.

"Coffins, they sleep in coffins… and aren't alive during the day," she murmured softly as a reassurance. So, all she had to do was, if she saw a coffin, hightail it out fast.

She really wished she had a light of some sort. The further in she went the darker it seemed to get, too dark for her eyes to adjust. She tried to move carefully but in the circumstances it wasn't all that shocking that she accumulated a lot of bleeding cuts and bruises, stumbling into the walls and tripping on the uneven flooring.

The next time she fell, it was down an actual incline. She shrieked, it bounced off the walls, and was cut off abruptly by her whole body plunging into frigid water. She choked, feeling the bottom under her feet. She gathered strength and pushed to the surface, gasping for air and coughing as she tread in the water.

Her hands slipped and sliced open when she tried to climb back up. It was too steep, and it was too dark. Terror was invading her limbs and freezing them deeper than the actual water, especially when she thought of all the fish that might have been in there with her. Vampire fish, maybe. She wouldn't put it past them to have made a vampire shark, and now it was probably circling and circling, smelling her blood from all the scratches, and… enough!

She back peddled swiftly, staying on the edges to try to find a way out. There had to be one, the water had to come from somewhere, if only she could find it and follow it out. Of course if it led under then she was screwed. Her record for holding breath was eleven seconds.

With relief, she found another tunnel and, with a lot of pulling, and digging her hands into the rocky ground, she was able to pull herself out. Her breath was gone and her limbs were not willing to carry her weight. She had already been wandering for hours. The one good discovery was that the hunger pains, after the initial sharply gnawing twinges, faded into glorious peace before returning. On the other hand, maybe she was just getting used to them.

A dry laugh escaped her lips. Unaccountably she found herself remembering way back into the past, her mind recovering a hazy image that she clung to, that brought tears to her eyes for not only her situation, but for the life she couldn't protect anymore.

"Mom." Celia rarely let herself think about it, which was one of the reasons why it was so very dim.

Cynthia Martson had been a rare, golden beauty, with red gold curls, and hooded emerald eyes, always filled with the promise of seduction and half hinted, half-bragging sexuality. It hadn't taken long for Thomas Emerson to be very smitten, and then in love, with her. They had married and had one child, a girl, with red hair as deep as blood, but her mother's cheekbones, and coloring, her father's long lashed, hazel eyes.

However, love only went so far, and loving sometimes just wasn't enough. And once love's flame died it could never, for Cynthia, be reborn again.

Cynthia had surely been some piece of a goddess, and in the end, you never wanted one in your home, not really. Affairs and lies, resentment towards a husband who was never there for her, could never give her what she needed. At seventeen when she married, eighteen when she had Celia, she had been too young for it all and that had been something the twenty-five year old Thomas didn't understand.

Alcohol had been the end of them and by then, looking back, Celia was sure her parents had been merely surviving together. It didn't matter because she knew at the least, for all her faults, Cynthia had loved her little girl.

Alcohol had shattered the family of three. Too many drinks on Thomas' part, and the man that ran the red light too. Celia remembered sitting in the middle of the truck, which always smelled of smoke and perfume, nestled against her father's arm. Cynthia had admonished her husband, he had thrown an affair down her throat, neither had been watching, and before they all knew it, there was an awful screech and the front of the truck t-boned into an even bigger vehicle.

Control was lost and the truck flipped, repeatedly, repeatedly. At the end of it though Celia found Cynthia's body flung over her, the arms wrapped around her limply, blood dripping down from somewhere and slipping in a rivulet down Celia's cheek, a bloody tear that she didn't understand.

Her mother's body, that single pull of a mother's instinct, had been all that saved her, and had successfully traumatized her. That faded woman had given her life to save her daughter, who was now going to die as a snack to a vampire of all things.

The ludicrously of the thing hit her and she laughed, listening to it echo harshly off the walls and come back to her sounding deranged and villainous, insane. She stopped laughing and sat in silence, mulling everything over.

… She couldn't give up yet, she thought. It would be a smack in the face to herself and to her mother.

With a small grunt of pain, she stood up and dragged her body further. It was a long hike and Celia wasn't a hiker. Finally, though after more hours passing she saw a genuine exit.

She let out a cry of relief, rushing to it. The very second her feet would have stepped outside into the grass though she skidded, falling to her knees, a jolt running through her limbs, and piercing deeply into her skull. The cry of relief became a cry of agony as she whimpered, scuttling backwards until the pressure stopped and her body relaxed.

Celia breathed deeply, pressing a hand to her heart. You will not leave this cave until I say so… was what David had said. Potent fury built up along with the thwarted sense of freedom she had experienced for a split second.

"Damn it!"

Celia refused to give up now, not after everything. Every time she approached the exit though, the same thing happened. With her teeth clamped down, she forced her body to take a further step while gravity tried to beat her down. Nobody, absolutely nobody, would ever have any kind of control over her, not like this, not to this degree! She refused to acknowledge it.

Again, she was pushed down, her body actively going against her, as if she was merely a passenger with no control of the route they took. The sun was going to set soon and then she would be screwed.

Flinging her determination aside, she started to yell, the need to live bigger than her need to escape the cave on her own volition. If she was lucky, there was a group of teens or something, someone with a car.

"Somebody, please! Help!"

Marko was the first to drop from his perch when the sun went down. He licked his lips while he waited. Paul dropped next, then Dwayne, then finally David, looking annoyed and wary.

The mullet head fixed Marko with a look. "Your human is surprisingly stubborn."

Marko cocked his head as he bit his nails. "I don't have a pet human right now."

David growled. "Just go and get her before she kills herself. Or before some passing human sees her and causes trouble."

"Why?" Marko smiled. "It isn't like she could leave, even with a human dragging her. She would be in agony. Unless you're going soft with your mind control, Daddy David."

"She's gotten further outside then most," David muttered irritably. "I will release her from the cave, but only when you are with her, or with me. I'll go handle Star. Unless one of you want to volunteer for Halfling guard duty to make sure she keeps her mouth shut?" Silence was his answer, Paul whistling while Marko grinned impishly, Dwayne not bothering to look at his lover.

"I didn't think so. Get going." David smirked and led the way out of their bedchamber. Star and Laddie were up as well. Star looked down when they came in, making his smirk grow along with his derision, but Laddie ran to Dwayne, talking quickly about how Celia was gone, where was she, would they kill her.

David waved Marko away and the little vampire set off into the tunnels. Her scent was clinging to the walls and there were plenty bursts of blood along the way, telling him she had tripped and carelessly left her blood along the trail. He couldn't help but shake his head. Of all the times and places to be bleeding… He rolled his eyes.

When her scent briefly vanished Marko glanced down into the pool of water, this time smirking. That had to have been a frigid little part to her bid for freedom. Laddie loved this part of the tunnels and Dwayne indulged the boy often in letting him come swim there.

Marko however hated the idea of getting wet. He started to hum a small tune from his human days as he went the other way to get to the caves back door.

Celia had long since given up, nearly the moment the sun had vanished. The landscape she could see had taken on a sinister look; making her wonder if she would have had the guts to venture over it now anyway.

Probably not. The mountain lion inside her had slunk away to be replaced by a docile little house cat, one that had never caught a mouse before or killed a spider.

Marko found her in her pile of dejection, thinking dark, morose thoughts, and generally swinging from melancholy to worry over the fate she had cast as inevitable. Amusement rippled from him as he held in his laugh. He paid special attention to how close to the opening she had huddled herself.

Most humans wouldn't have been able to sit at the very lip of it. Especially when David was the one holding them there. He had been alive for over a century, so his gift was well honed and sharpened.

He glanced her over, filled with the urge to draw this moment, and committing it to his memory since he doubted she would be up to staying like that after he'd made his presence known.

Her hair looked tangled and it hung limply around her cheeks, sticking to the sweat and salt water that had dried against her skin. Dirt clung to her dress and all over her marred arms, slashes decorating her skin and dark bruises rising up all over.

"Aren't you a pretty awful sight," he said.

Celia stiffened, snapping her head around to look at him. Marko watched the play of emotion rush her face while she scrambled up, tripping backwards, humans always were so stupidly clumsy when they thought they were dinner.

She seemed startled to realize she was now out of the cave officially. Marko flexed his fingers. "David changed his order. You can leave the cave as long as you're with one of us."

Celia found her heart pounding dangerously fast, enough to cause stabs of pain inside her chest. "Stay away from me!"

"Are you going to run away," Marko asked with a grin. She had stopped crying at least. He hated crying the most.

She drew her arms around herself protectively, looking anywhere but at him, eyes darting to the ground and then to the general vicinity he was in repeatedly. "I'm definitely considering it." Her words were mumbled so that he wouldn't hear but he picked it up anyway.

"I don't blame you," he said, stepping forward. Celia scrambled back. "It must be such a shock for a human to realize they really aren't the top of the food chain."

It continued for a few feet. For every step Marko took forward she took one away, legs shaking, whole body quaking in suppressed need to tuck her tail between her legs and run with wild abandon. Smart move on her part not to. Running full speed would normally only turn a vampire on, heighten the fun in the chase.

Since he wasn't getting anything out of this though, eventually he moved on her. Celia only blinked and then his arms were wrapping around her from behind, crushing her body against his hard, small one. She thrashed but couldn't dislodge him even an inch. His laughter mocked her.

Finally, Celia fell limp against him until it was only his arms even keeping her upright. Her hand absently came up to wrap around one, clawing into the fabric of his jacket.

"You're going to kill me aren't you?"

Marko bent to nuzzle his lips against her neck, bending it slightly and loving the way the thin blue pulse leaped out against the skin. He hummed contentedly.

"Eventually."

Hysteria waged inside her for control from the limp and defeated, rather sad character she presented. "Will it hurt?"

"Not one bit," he assured her.

"You're lying," she said calmly.

"Normally yes." Marko laughed. "But I'm not going to be drinking your blood."

"Then what-"

"Well I thought first I would be nice and answer your questions. Then maybe we could go have some fun."

His voice was too cheerful. Celia felt him kiss her pulse and regained her feet, stiffening in his arms, and gripping his jacket too tightly, turning her knuckles white from strain. Marko was lying. He had to be. What fun could they possibly have together now?

"Just kill me already," she spat. "I don't want to play your twisted game anymore!"

"We're done playing when I say so. You really don't want to be done though since it would mean your permanent death."

"I-… what?"

Marko giggled as he burrowed closer, shifting his hold to her lower stomach and practically purring. "I can explain it all," he said, loving her confusion and the fact she was getting warm as usual from his attention. "Just come back in the cave."

She nodded her head after a weighty moment of deep thought. She knew logically that Marko was going to kill her, he had as good as said, and he was a vampire so there wasn't anywhere else to go but that thought. All she could do was now play a waiting game with him. She would call it 'tick tock until dying a horrible, painful, unnatural death'.

He took her back to that room where she had stayed with him before. Celia didn't protest when he shoved her on the bed and jumped in after her, rolling on his stomach, producing his sketchbook from nowhere and a pencil. He stuffed a pillow under him and began to mark a blank paper with lines.

"Well ask something."

"When will you kill me?"

"Something else," he muttered.

"You said you'd answer whatever I wanted!" She was quick to snap and he glanced at her smugly, making her realize she had acted normal around him, acted as she had before she knew he and his friends was a bunch of killers.

"I said eventually we'll kill you." He pointed out calmly. "It isn't what you're thinking though. Maybe I'll let you go if you amuse me enough." Marko cackled a little. As if.

"Then what," she asked suspiciously.

"Did you think it tasted good, the blood?" Marko turned onto his back, ignoring his sketch to pick up her wrist and pull her closer. "Be honest. I'll know if you're lying."

Tugging didn't work so she eventually stopped and shifted so the way he was holding her wasn't so uncomfortable. Her first instinct was to lie, to say it was vile and nasty, and that he was a sick, sick freak to ask that. Then she thought, Duh he is a vampire, and sighed. "It was different. Not bad but not good."

"Sounds about right," Marko snickered. "If you had swallowed even a tiny drop you'd be one of us."

Horror danced across her face. "I'd be a vamp-"

"Half," he corrected as an afterthought, "like Star and Laddie. You aren't fully turned until you take a human. So you'd still age and all that."

"Thank god Star said something," she murmured in relief.

Marko shrugged and tugged her even closer. "Well all she's done is made you scared of me. Nothing else has changed."

She fixed him with a reproachful glare. "Everything has changed," she said witheringly, "and you did a pretty good job yourself of making me scared of you!"

"You blinded me, remember. Vampires hate to be blinded but other than that, I didn't want to kill you, not really."

"Is that supposed to be comforting?"

"No."

Celia settled down, curling her legs under her. Marko tugged her closer and moved himself so he was against her. He sniffed at one particular cut on her knee. The brush of his nose made her leg twitch and her body tense but he ignored it.

"Do they hurt," he asked.

"They sting," she admitted ruefully. Her great escape had ended with her looking like a walking abuse victim and right back where she had started.

Marko giggled a little before he sent his tongue over it. Celia practically squawked as she wriggled. Marko grabbed her ankle casually and dragged her down onto her back. She writhed and he watched with amusement.

"Done," he asked when she dropped back down. She glared. "If you stop moving I can heal these. Unless you want to explain all this to your aunt."

When she remained mutinous, he fluttered his fingers over a cut, digging one into it slightly to start it bleeding again so he could lick it from his fingertip. "Vampire saliva has healing potency. And it's an aphrodisiac. Paul used his saliva on you last night with his pot."

Celia couldn't help but swallow when he dipped his fingers back into the bleeding cut to lick again. His fingers had some of his magical spit on it and it was soothing the cut even as he dug into it. At the least, her feelings for him were all fake, right? It was all part of some weird, voodoo, vampire mumbo jumbo. Relief coursed through her until he knocked it down.

"Oh, no." he leaned over her to lick along her cheek and without her thinking about it her head turned slightly into it, close to his lips. He murmured against them, "Your attraction to me is real. No denying that."

Celia drew in a breath, unable to confirm or deny it in her heart. She longed for Kyle. She felt he was safer and was something known, something that wasn't going to sign her death certificate anytime soon.

Still she didn't protest when Marko went to work. He turned her limbs over and exposed all the cuts and even the bruises to his tongue, adding small bites here and there to entertain himself with, delighting himself with the way he could make her body respond.

It didn't take long before he had sealed all the imperfections on her. Now he was just amusing himself and pushing her buttons. It was more fun then he thought it would be. David had said he could not force her into being one of them. It didn't mean he couldn't push her other ways though.

He found again the tear to her dress above her stomach and began to bite at her soft belly before licking and sucking the hurt away. She tried to remain aloof but eventually her hands dug into his hair, absorbing the soft texture of his curls, sighing softly. He went lower still, wondering if she was flavored like chocolate anywhere else besides her blood.

He nuzzled her thighs apart, finding a few bruises there that he lapped at until they faded. "Uh, Marko?"

With an impish grin, he moved and Celia felt relief until his hands stayed there instead, rubbing over her thigh hintingly. Marko grinned down at her and she shook her head. He shrugged and reclined against her, moving his hand back up to her stomach, passing over her breasts, before he wrapped his fingers around her chin and made her look at him.

"Deny you feel it all for me now."

Tears sprang to her eyes and Marko darted to lick them away, relishing the way he could force a response from her tense body and Celia weakly surrendered, curling up against him like a sleepy kitten that had been scolded and was seeking approval. She couldn't deny anything anymore.

End chapter


Author note: Ah, another one successfully done. Let me know what you thought okay? See you all next time!

Ah and I have a David fiction that I am tweaking in my brain. It'll be a bit before I get it up and posted since I decided to finish off two of my previously abandoned... they keep looking at me with judgement! And also there is always the chance this will turn into a David but for now I'm fixed with the Marko. But who knows? If Celia becomes a vampire... things can change! mwaha... okay, bye.