Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I'm definitely amped about your guys' enthusiasm about "Blade: The Series" fics finally getting out there. I just want to tell you guys that I am very humbled by your encouragement as well. It's always nice to know that people are out there rooting for you, so with that thank you again.
Okay, this is where the plot is going to thicken. I hope you guys think my theory of the liquid being incubated in Vanessa's womb is fresh because I want it to be original and something unused to give this story a different flare. I just want to say that this is a romantically based fic, but this chapter is probably going to be more drama driven. Don't worry in later chapters there will be plenty of Marcus-Krista in them. So yeah!
Also, it's slightly different from the show because it's not going directly from what occurred this past episode ("Savior"); a few of the sub-plots aren't going to happen, like Krista turning her mom. So yeah, just thought I would clarify that for ya'll just in case you were going to bring that up.
Chapter Two: Just Business During Office Hours
It had been a great many hours after Chase burst into her room and swept Marcus up before Krista could finally have what she'd been craving for the past few months when Krista was called to Marcus' office. Prior to the call, she felt herself wonder back to that morning more than once; playing it back in her mind until she memorized every minute detail. The feel of his warm breath teasing her lips along with temptation pulling her forward inch by inch. The look in his steely blue gaze that she knew had mirrored her own. The tension between them was so thick, it made her crazy with the anticipation just thinking about how close they had came to releasing it. She wanted him badly and she felt terrible for that very reason.
She didn't know whether she should feel spiteful or content with Marcus knowing that she wanted him. Krista could just imagine him smirking at her practically saying, "I knew you couldn't resist me." It made her blood boil. She hated him, but she couldn't help wanting to jump him when they were alone next. Krista couldn't help but fantasize about it; it was becoming an obsession almost.
The elevator door opened with a 'ding' of a bell and Krista stepped off on to Marcus' floor. Almost immediately she found herself knocking on his two double wooden office doors. Only a few inches separated her eyes from becoming fixated upon him.
"Come in," was the only curt response on the other side. By the sound of Marcus' voice, Krista felt so many insecurities arise within her. Could they have finally found out about my espionage? No, they would've dragged me out of my room, not call upon me formally to rendezvous.
Feeling unnerved, Krista opened the door and walked in to find Chase and Marcus looking sternly back at her. Closing the door behind her, Marcus finally asked her in a less harsh manner to take the open seat next to Chase and across from himself.
He looked worried. This was the first time she saw him without his usual poised mask. He must've found out something that could have jeopardized his entire immortal life's goal.
Standing up from his chair, Marcus rounded his desk and sat on the edge directly in front of Krista. The closeness made Krista's heart race pick up, but she checked her emotions because by the fear furrowed on Marcus' brow line and the fierce gaze of Chase, Krista could tell that something huge was going down and the shit was about to hit the fan.
"Remember when you retrieved something valuable for me from Blade in Berlin?" Marcus asked while crossing his arms looking directly into her eyes.
Krista thought that that was a no brainer question seeing as her eye and forearm were cut off. How could she have forgotten? "You mean the liquid?" She asked smirking, "Yeah."
Marcus nodded solemnly as if getting up the courage to tell her something extremely top secret and classified… something that could me life or death. Chase eyed him closely—she must've told him before he sent for her to not do what he was about to do. But that was expected of Chase since she didn't trust Krista.
"Well, that," Marcus paused, "liquid wasn't just any liquid." Getting up from his makeshift seat and walking around the room before pausing in front of the fireplace, he pinched the arch of his nose. Turning to face her with a determined look now, he finally divulged, "It was a virus to kill the purebloods."
Confusion hit Krista unexpectedly. She didn't move—she couldn't. She felt as if she were paralyzed by her bewilderment.
Marcus must've picked up on that rather quickly because he continued on to clarify himself. "It was a virus that when it was released, it would target only purebloods," he now started to move towards her slowly with an air of imagination. He must've dreamed this plan up entirely on his own by the look of pride in his eyes as he talked about it. "They have a special genetic code, you see, and once the virus linked up with their DNA, the purebloods would simply die… just like that." He snapped his fingers standing to the side of her chair. The look of wonder was still in his eyes as he peered down at her, but in a flash there was the look of want, but in another flicker it was gone.
"Why though?" Krista found herself asking him. "Why kill the purebloods?"
He must've anticipated her asking him that very question because that knowing smile found its way onto his lips. Marcus was just about to answer when Chase stepped in.
"Because," she said in a very indignant manner, "they think they're godsend just because they're born as a vampire." Chase stood up in her usual haughty way and stooped down right into Krista's face; just a few centimeters separating their lips, their noses almost touching. "They have superiority when the turned are what're keeping them protected, immortal, and ruling. Why should they have dominion over us when we're the thinkers, the workers, the faces… they're nothing without us! Only leeches." Chase looked Krista in the eyes piercingly, her warm breath tickling her nose.
"We are the new generation. It's time for us to take what is rightfully ours." Chase stepped away and stood beside Marcus, smiling.
Krista still didn't understand why they would want to kill the purebloods when they were the elders ever since the beginning of vampirism. Why would they want change that big of an extreme? She found the question alluring, but another one was even more tempting to be asked.
"And what is rightfully ours?" Krista asked barely above a whisper.
A slight twinkle in Marcus' eye ignited. "Power."
Krista smirked. She knew all of this had to resort from something so egotistical and greedy as power. Marcus always had something up his sleeve that would help him get further and further up in the chain, only gaining more enemies on the way up than allies.
"So what's the big problem then?" She asked quickly, feeling intrigued on how this plan could be in danger.
Marcus' eyes lost that wonder and began to surface a hollow fear in them instead. His eyebrows began to furrow in acknowledgement to the ever looming trouble. The illuminist ideal he was trying to reach started to pale when she asked him this one question.
"Well," he started softly, "it seems as if Charlotte has done a lot of digging into my affairs and has come across the plan on the surface." Marcus stopped there shortly as he found his way back over to his chair behind his desk and took a seat in it lazily. "It doesn't appear that she knows exactly what Berlin was all about, but I'm sure that she's more intrigued and interested than she's letting on." Then he threw in an off-handed comment, "I wouldn't be surprised if she assembled a team that was in search for the incubators at this very moment."
Krista knew that these "incubators" were the women thinking they were with child when really they were only carrying an epidemic of a sort.
Marcus continued with a new enthusiasm now as if he had just made another brilliant move in the political game. "But, she'll be on a wild goose chase from here on out." That gleam of wonder that had vanished from his eyes only minutes ago found its place back into his steely eyes.
Krista knew better than to ask much more of this entirely new addition to his ever entangled web of plans. Besides, him letting her in on this secretive endeavor was a step in the right direction… she was gaining his trust rapidly now.
"I'm sure you're wondering why I'm telling you all of this." Marcus stated as he looked back over at her—his wonder fading and his want entering radiantly now with just one glance at her. Krista nodded her head in response. "I need all of the loyalties I can get now, especially if the purebloods are taking actions to unravel my plans." His voice lulled her temptation to awaken now as he watched her intently with his mouth slightly agape. "And I trust you to be by my side."
Guilt crept into her stomach. Here he was—believing that she was fully devoted to him enough to tell her everything in his plans, and yet she betrayed him as a spy for Blade. Krista had a bitter taste in her mouth just thinking about her swayed loyalties. She wished she was just like Chase—content with being a vicious killer and dealing death. Krista wanted that freedom; she didn't want to feel guilty or confused any longer.
"With that," Marcus continued, "I must leave you now." He stood as he said this and straightened his tie out and made sure that his jacket was also to the appropriate stiffness. "Charlotte is expecting me in her room in a few minutes to inquire on Aurora's progress and probably about Berlin, I dare say."
Krista stood in turn and he began to usher her out, smiling down at her happily. She followed him over to the elevator where he got on to go to floor where Charlotte's room was located and stood there holding the door so he could have a moment to speak to her. "I hoped to see you later on tonight, would that be all right?" His eyes were dancing at the prospect.
She had hoped he would say that and finally at hearing it, she smiled a small smile not wanting to lead him on that she was hoping he would say that. That would only make his ego expand even more. "Yes, I suppose it would."
"Perfect." He replied simply as he finally let the elevator's door slide shut.
As soon as the door shut, Krista bit her lip at all of the fantasies that could happen that evening when Marcus would come to see her.
Author's Notes: Hopefully this chapter was longer for ya'll and kept you interested. I'm afraid that I bored you guys because there was barely (if any) Marcus and Krista interaction romantically. I know you guys don't just watch the show because of those two, but I told you all that it was mainly going to focus on them. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I hope you don't feel as if I lead you astray.
I would love to know your thoughts on this chapter—criticism just as welcome as any other review! If you review, I would be much obliged and grateful for your gratitude. Thank you for reading this story. I know you all have other things, much important things you could be doing instead of reading my story, so I just want to say that I'm forever appreciative. So yeah, thank you so much and I hope to hear from you all.