Marcus had no idea what the bloody hell he was still doing here. Sure he loves the power like Caius, and it wasn't a bad life, all things considered, but he was a vampire for crying out loud, not a puppet! You have no idea how boring it can be, sat on a throne your entire life, and not even allowed out to hunt. To Aro it was a palace. To Marcus, a cage. Seeing Vladimir and Stefan had opened his eyes; he didn't have to be here.
Far too old to try and find a mate, not as young as he used to be. He'd never been alone before. Would he be able to come? What if he didn't like it? A holiday. That was all this dark prince needed. A holiday.
A/N: No idea whether to continue this or not. Any comments?