"Why I still have that thing I have no idea,"
"Because I told you I'd buy, and make you watch all of the Barbie movie's ever made if you got rid of it." I smirked, even as a ten year old I was a manipulative little bitch.
"Satan." he glared at me again and I smirked,
"Wrong. I'm the Sibling Of Satan."
"Clever. Now put the case on the ground and your hands in the air." he warned,
"No."
"Excuse me ma'am, step away from the DVD player." I grinned and took a step forward just to humour him. "Good, now, drop the case and put your hands in the air," he repeated and I shook my head, taking a step back on my knees. "Put the DVD down!" he yelled and I put it down on the floor next to the player.
"Happy?" I asked and he shook his head
"No, move away from the disc," he said and I side...kneed. "Keep moving," he said in a very "Caleb" tone.
"Can I stop now?" I asked after the third time he made me move, he was holding an imaginary gun in the air, made of his fingers and he sighed,
"Promise not to pick up the case?"
"I can't promise anything with a gun pointed at me." I said, mocking him with every word,
"I'll put the gun down if you sit on the couch," the corner of his mouth flicked upwards but he kept his straight face.
"Yes Officer," I grinned and he shook his head, grinning despite himself
"You have to make everything dirty don't you?"
"Caleb!" I gasped, "I wasn't even thinking that!" My eyes widened and I fought with the smile that was tugging at my lips.
"Whatever, on the couch please," he said and I stood up and walked over to the couch. Caleb lunged at the DVD and threw it in the cupboard as soon as I was sitting. I smirked and he pushed the cupboard closed, seating himself against it.
"What now?" I asked and he looked at the roof.
"I have no idea,"
"Neither."
There was a short silence and I sighed dramatically, he rolled his eyes and looked back at the roof, I sighed loudly and his lips twitched into a smirk but he didn't say anything. I sighed louder,
"What?" he asked and I shook my head, looking dramatically to nowhere,
"Nothing," he smirked and it went silent again, I sighed even louder,
"Shut up," he mumbled and I sighed again, Caleb raised his eyebrows,
"What do you want?"
"Nothing."
"Seriously, tell me what you want or shut up,"
I resolved the situation by sighing again, my mouth in a full blown smirk by now. "Moron,"
My hand flew to my heart and I made an irritated sound, "That hurt,"
"Get over it,"
I put my hand palm up on my forehead and flung my head to the side as fast as I could, effectively straining my neck in the process, "Ow,"
"Like I said, moron,"
"Idiot," I shot back and made an oh snap notion with my fingers
"That's the same thing,"
"Whatever," I scoffed and he laughed,
"I'm bored,"
"I know! Let's play charades!"
"No," he said immediately and I pouted
"Oh." I looked at my feet, clapping them together out of sheer boredom,
"This is fun,"
"Not my fault you rejected charades, that's your own loss," I sniffed and tucked my legs under me, reaching down to the floor,
"When did you get a tattoo?" he asked and I shot straight up,
"What?" my eyes widened
"The tattoo, on your back," he said and nodded towards me,
"There's no tattoo," I lied, he smirked and got up,
"Show me," he said, standing directly in front of me,
"I don't know what you're talking about," I mumbled and leaned back against the couch as hard as I could while still trying to maintain my innocence. He rolled his eyes and grabbed my shoulders, spinning me round in a matter of seconds, he lifted up the back of my t-shirt.
"Rapist!" I hissed and tried to hold my shirt down but he'd already seen it.
"Vines?" he raised his eyebrows and I turned back around,
"I like vines," I mumbled and he smirked,
"Black vines?" he asked, amused by the ink and I rolled my eyes, "When did you get it?" he tilted his head to the side and I smirked,
"Last year, Italy," he rolled his eyes,
"What else did you get in Italy that Reid would've killed you for?"
"Um... a Vespa, and a bellybutton ring," I mumbled and Caleb raised his eyebrows,
"What?"
"Bellybutton ring," I murmured and his eyes widened,
"Let me see!" he pleaded and my expression mimicked his
"No!" I squealed and he tried to lift my shirt again, wriggling away from him,
"Well this is interesting," A dark voice came from the doorway and I froze, Caleb stiffened and shot straight up,
"Marcus," he growled, a sickening amount of hostility was audible in his voice and I could see his jaw visibly tense.
"Oh don't stop on my account, this may be the last chance you have to..." he coughed suggestively, "Do something," Caleb's eyes narrowed and Marcus winked at him,
"What do you want?" he demanded and Marcus rolled his eyes,
"This again? Jesus Christ, I've already been asked that about seven times today, it's getting annoying," he shoved himself off the wall and walked a few steps towards us, his hands remained in his pockets. "So... what's on the agenda for today?" he clapped his hands together for emphasis and I realised where I picked that habit up from. I shuddered inwardly at the repulsive reminder that I had shared a house with that emotionless prick.
"Not very chatty? That's alright. I don't need conversation," his expression darkened and his eyes flashed black, I reacted on impulse and my own eyes became the same colour, "And... we have a reaction!" he cheered, I grimaced, "What happened Alex? You were all too happy to swear at me just a little while ago," he frowned, as if he was almost disappointed,
I flinched as memories from before washed over me, "Oh, that's right, I hurt one of your little friends." he sighed and his eyes met mine yet again, "I've forgotten, did he live?"
"You were there Marcus," I spat and my eyes remained black,
"That's right, and everyone was crying and you were angry and you had your little plan and then..." he made his fingers walk across his palm and fall off the edge, "Oops! Poguey's gone!" Caleb tensed and he smirked, cocking his head to the side, "But he's alright... a little pissed, but he's fine, mind you... not a very polite bunch," he shook his head in disappointment, "Then again... it's nice to see that Alex has a twin. I don't appreciate some of his language though,"
"Fuck you," I growled,
"I'd hold your tongue if I were you Alexis, bad things happen to bad little girls," I shuddered at the vile message behind his words and stood up, pushing Caleb backwards. "Well this is a nice house and all... but I'd like to be leaving now," Marcus sighed and looked around, "So, Caleb—"
"Not. Going to happen," I snapped and he waved his hands in the air,
"Why not Alex?" he sat down on a far couch and put his chin in his palm, mocking me, "It's only polite,"
"Oh get a fucking life Marcus,"
"Watch. Your mouth. Alexis," he snapped and stood up, "I won't hesitate to shoot your boyfriend in front of you,"
"He's not my boyfriend," I spat and Marcus pouted,
"Too bad, so... you won't mind if I kill him then will you?"
"Yes I fucking mind!"
Marcus chuckled and sighed, "I told you." he materialised in front of me and wrapped a hand around my neck, disappearing into thin air and taking me with him, he appeared seconds later with me pressed against a wall. "Not. To. Fucking. Swear." he accompanied each word with a thump of my head against the wall. Caleb tried to help me but Marcus threw him against the wall, rendering him lifeless. I winced and narrowed my eyes at the bastard in front of me.
"You really need to get some new lines Marcus. These one's are getting old." I choked and he tightened his grip on my throat, I was starting to lose breath. He was trying to strangle me. But being Marcus, he'd leave me until I was almost dead and then bring me back to kill me again hundreds of times over.
He slammed my head against the wall again and smiled at me,
"This could have been so much easier. If you'd done what I said. But then again, you like doing things the weird way. Don't you Alex?" he winked at me and I threw him back as hard as I could, disgust etched all over my face.
"Finally!" he cried and walked over to Caleb. "I was waiting for a reaction," he rolled his eyes and pulled him into a choke hold. "Now. I'm gonna take Golden Boy here, with me, and when I get back. You'll be waiting for me. Okay?" he asked and I narrowed my eyes, trying not to look at Caleb's unconscious face.
"Fuck you," I snarled,
"Language Alexis. You wouldn't want my hands to slip and break his neck." he warned and I glared at him in disbelief as he waved with his free hand and disappeared. I shivered and squeezed my eyes shut.
So much could happen in a few seconds. A life could be extinguished in a moment. And Marcus could appear and twist your world into a mangled mess of death and perturbing emotional pain. Just like he'd done with mine.
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