THIS IS THE UPDATED VERSION OF THIS CHAPTER! The original version was too short and the grammar was atrocious. This chapter now contains a trigger warning. Mentions of Depression and Thoughts of Suicide. You have been warned things get heavy here.
I do hope that everyone is staying safe. If you are feeling depressed in any way please reach out to a friend or a loved one and talk about it. Be safe my lovelies.
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The breath passed through his lips, blowing away the marble dust. The sound of the hammer hitting the chisel caused a clinking sound to echo in the room. The statue was taking shape piece by piece. He was proud of this piece, and it was one of the best he had ever made. He had been working on this since well since his beloved Cordy had gone to sleep. How long had she been asleep already? Marcus could not tell you for the time did not matter to him. What was time anyway? Time to a vampire was as unimportant as truth to politicians. Or as loyalty was to Zeus, Marcus had to stifle a snicker at that. Politicians and gods, how very Greek of him. He took an inhale of air not because he needed it, mind you, but just out of sheer habit. The feeling of his chest and lungs expanding and then releasing the air. Then the feeling followed by a sense of relaxation and comfort. He liked this feeling. He loved it very much.
He took another breath and then continued along with his work. Bits of marble dust floated about in the air as the rays of the first light shown through the windows. His hands passed through the beams, and he stopped for a moment. His red eyes glanced in a scowling manner as he saw his skin glitter. He despised the thousands of diamonds that lit up in his skin when the sun gave her loving caress. His hands fell to his side as they formed a bone-crushing grip on his tools. The wood handles turning to dust in the blink of an eye.
The dark cloud in his mind came rushing back. All the pain he felt throughout the centuries. The loneliness he felt that gripped his heart over and over slowly crushing it. He remembered watching his brother Aro become more and more insane. He remembered Caius's violence escalating and growing worse. If he could shed a tear, he would. The depression was creeping in as he thought back. The times he thought he would never find the love of his life. He and his brothers would be alone forever. HE honestly had contemplated ending his life or begging his brothers to do it for him. The years and the pain it had all been too much.
Cordy had woken up as the light came in, tickling her eyes. She noticed that Marcus was not there with her. She grew concerned and went to look for him. Her feet pattered softly against the cold marble flooring. Where was Marcus? She thought as she finally came around the corner and saw him. He was standing next to a half-carved statue of marble. His back was tight, and shoulders sharply squared. "Marcus?" She called out softly as she walked closer to him.
She seemed to snap him out of whatever thoughts he was thinking. Not by her voice, oh no by the sound of her heartbeat. The sound broke the silence echoing in his ears. He turned to her and gazed softly at her with those ruby eyes. "My dear, you are awake. Did I disturb you?" He asked before picking up the shattered tools from the floor and throwing them in a waste bin.
"Are you alright?" She asked as he dusted the remaining remnants of the wood from his palms. His response was a gentle half-smile as he came to her and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. Her eyes close again as she seemed to melt under his cold kiss. She felt his nose run down along her skin. He was slowly moving along the bridge of her nose before their foreheads pressed together. His hands cupped her cheeks, gently rubbing the thumbs over her skin as they stood there. Marcus seemed like a giant compared to Cordy.
"My love," he whispered, "having you here with me means I am more than alright." She took note of the tone in his voice and slowly opened her eyes as she took his hands in hers.
"Marcus, what's wrong?" She asked, making him look at her. Her vampire lover stood up to his exact height and seemed to sigh heavily. Although she was sure he did not need a single molecule in that air, he so slowly exhaled.
"My dear, there are many things that you do not know. Caius only told you of the loneliness of our existence. Caius probably told you how" he paused as if trying to find the right word. But in reality, no word could truly express the feeling. "Completely maddening it is." He sighed and took a seat in the old wooden chair. It creaked as he sat down, showing its age as Marcus shifted around in it. Cordy could only watch and wait to see what he would say next. "I once thought that we would never find you. Sometimes I feel as if this is all a vision in my mind—a hopeless daydream to pull me out of my depressive state. These dark thoughts take over my mind constantly. Aro became a crazed lunatic centuries ago. But I held on, I fought against the thoughts as hard as I could but, my love I grew so tired. So very tired of fighting. Before you came into our lives, I thought I thought I might," Marcus couldn't bring the words to pass his lips. He feared if he spoke them, it would all be real. Cordy would look at him and possibly cry. He couldn't have her crying because of him. No, no, that would genuinely kill him.
"Might what, Marcus?" she asked, ushering herself closer to him. She knelt on the floor, not caring about the tiny bits of marble that dug into her knees as she put her weight on them. Her hands found his leg and gently followed the curve of his thigh. "Marcus, please, you can tell me anything. Please talk to me. Let it out." She looked up, almost begging him to get it out of his system. She could see it in his eyes. The feelings and the very words eating him up from the inside out. They gnawed at his brain with each passing second, like maggots eating bit by bit at rotting flesh.
"I had thought to end my existence." He stated softly, just barely above a whisper. Perhaps if she couldn't hear it, he wouldn't see the sorrow in her eyes. "It would be so much easier if I was still human. Trying to kill yourself as a vampire is a much more complicated manner. You cannot just cut your skin with a blade. The blade snaps to bits with only a small amount of pressure. Hanging yourself doesn't work either; you will break the rope or just hang there looking like some foolish Pinata at some child's birthday. You cant drown yourself. You don't need air to breathe; you just sink like a fucking rock." His voice became choked as if he was going to cry, but no tears fell.
Cordy quickly stood from the floor only to push herself between Marcus's knees. She pressed his head to her chest as she embraced him—her heartbeat in his ear as she caressed his hair. "I'm here, Marcus. I'm here. I won't go away." Her voice gently reassured him as she held onto him. His arms wrapped around her tight but not too tight. He could easily crush her if he wanted to, but he didn't. His hands spread out over her back. He needed no he craved the closeness of her. Her hands were running through his hair with her nails gently scraping along his scalp. "I love you, Marcus." She spoke the words softly into his hair. It was true she did love him. She felt the love the moment they saw one another. All four of them together, making her heart swell when she stood in their arms. They stayed this way, holding onto one another. Neither daring to let go.