MARCEL WATCHED HER SLEEPING LIKE A HAWK, EVEN IF SHE WAS UNCONSCIOUS. It never seems to make a difference to him, she had Emily's blood running through her veins, and that said a lot.
Emily's bloodline were powerful, even if her late mother was a witch and her father was a werewolf. A mix breed between the species caused an alliance, but it also meant they were powerful. The women in their family anyways.
The on the men other hand didn't really have that power, the ability to practise magic, to wield it. Women were blessed with, yet Emily seems to wield it only to torment him.
If it wasn't for Titan breaking the barrier Emily had casted a century ago, to cast him out. He'd tried so long to remove it, it was the only thing keeping him from getting to her. But somehow Titan had broken the spell a couple months ago.
How he did it? He didn't and simply didn't care.
The armchair cushions took the form of his body and it simply felt like bliss, his limbs were tired. It'd been hours since he'd taken a moment to rest his body and just sit down, to take a moment to himself. The hours would pass, just him and her, he would wait until she is awoken.
This stupidly comfortable chair was the hug he need, it was the only hug he was going to get since no body really liked him, the fact that he was still breathing was enough to hate him. The world despised him, and so he despised them too.
The hell with all of them, he was they way he was because of them, he didn't need their approval for anything. Not in the slightest. He didn't need no ones company, his own company was enough.
Marcel couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her. It was a shame that she was dragged into this, but if only she knew, things would be so much simpler for her but then again Emily never made anything simple or easy for anyone, including her own.
Alison stirred, moaned several times, slowly awaking becoming aware more and more as to where she was. And when she realised, it had her stomach drop ten times over and over again. Why did this keep happening?
She jumped forward so quickly like cat on ice. Marcel actually thought she was about the break in two, or at least break something.
"Aaa good. You're finally awake." He said, her eyes shifting to the place he sat. Right in the far corner of the room, with a drink in his hand.
"Why am I not even surprised?" She whispered so lowly, but he heard. His super hearing could pick up the slightest of sound an insect would make, let alone what she had said.
He smiled a devilish smile, all while taking the liquor and gulping it down in one simple gulp, swallowing it all down, burning his throat. A burn he enjoyed all too much, it was the only this he could rely on to get him through it all. The Amber liquor was the only friend he actually had, or trusted in that matter.
"Tell me Alison, why is it so easy to find you? You hardly make it fun." He said, putting the glass next to the table beside the armchair.
"I didn't know I was supposed to of make it harder for, put if you let me go, I'll do by best to do just that." She replied.
Where did this new found confidence came from, she didn't know. But she couldn't help but feel like there was something about him, it brought out this other version of her, a version she wasn't even aware of.
"Yes well next time, please do try to make it slightly worth-while. It's getting a little boring might I say." He joked, a dark joke. He had hit her in the head, and it still ached. But it seemed he wasn't even a tad bit guilty, his smile that etched further upwards told her he didn't really, and he would simply do it again.
Alison groaned in frustration, grasping the back of her head. "What do you want?" She blurted out, hating ever moment she'd spent with him, if he spent anymore time with him, she would rather die.
"Straight to the point, I like it." He said, amused. "The two of you will fit quite perfectly." He said once more, but what he said last confused her.
"What?" She finally said, faintly. Marcel either was insane, or he simply had lost the plot, because every word that left his mouth seemed to make no sense.
Marcel took a small breath before he exhaled softly. Poor girl, she really was surrounded by bad luck. "You're aunt has something of mine, and I simply want it back." He said, all too seriously.
"Then deal with her, go talk to her about it. I'm no use to you, so I would appreciate it if you just let me go." She said nonchalantly.
"Oh, but you'll want to help me. You haven't even heard what I'm willing to offer you in return." He finished saying suspiciously, his smile once again returning.
"And what is that?" She asked irritated with his presences.What could he possibly offer her, to want to make her help him? There wasn't anything, nothing came to mind, the way she saw it there wasn't really anything she actually wanted.
Yet, somehow she felt like there was something about him though, just like the guy she saw in her living room. They looked so alike, too alike for them not to be related in some way. But who was she kidding, who would want to be related to such a monster.
"Like I said last time, I want Atia. Find her and I'll give you, your father in return." He finished saying, looking her right in the eyes, but they were hard and stern. Cold even. Waiting, watching carefully at her and what her reaction, might be.
"What? My father's dead, how are you going to bring him back?" Alison asked. Was it possible? Could he actually do it, or was it something he would say to get her hopes up and trick her into doing something that she didn't really want a part in to in the first place.
There was no way Marcel could be trusted. Or was he telling her the truth and he could actually bring her father back to the living.
Her aunt had always said there was always a loop hole but magic always had a cost. And to bring someone back from the dead was not even permitted for witches to even try to touch, that sort of magic is dark. It was black magic.
Every cell in her body told her not to, but his eyes gave away something that showed a bit of truth and promise, a promise that was tempting. To have her father back would take her into a time of bliss and happiness. A place of normality, she missed him more than anything.
" I'll tell you what I know about Death Alison. Death Dances silently in everyone's shadow, and what I personally learned is that he doesn't give a damn about them. Not even their souls, so it's easy to take them from him." He said.
"What are you saying?" Alison questioned.
"What I'm saying is, your father is still alive. Well alive is a bit ironic at this point-"
"What did you do?" She seethed. her gut feeling told her the answer though, she knew what he was going to say. What he had done and if he had done exactly that, she knew her father. He would hate himself for what it would have to become, it wasn't in his nature.
Alison searched his face for any other sign that told her that he was lying, but there was none.
" You see Alison, I have the ability to bring the dead to the living if I wish to. And that includes your kind also." He paused for a second, shifting his gaze away before he look at her again. Grabbing her attention, seeing the stress within her eyes. "I turned him."
Her father was one of them, a vampire. The very same creatures he loathed so much, he ws now one of them.
'No...' She thought, her mind spiralling out of control, it couldn't grasp what she was hearing. Everything she hated, what she hated most in the world, her farther was one of them.
"Why? I get that you hate my aunt for whatever reason, but what did family do to you?" She spoke panicked. Shocked.
"Your family took everything from me, but that's not why I did it. I'm simply correcting a mistake." He said, shifting his gaze once agin.
And for the first time since she'd met him, he showed an emotion, an emotion she didn't think it was possible for him to feel. A sadness within his eyes told her otherwise, a look of a broken man.
"A mistake?" She pestered further. What mistake could he have don't, to have the heart to bring her father back to life? It made no sense to her in the slightest.
Marcel turned his eyes, looking back at her. They were glazed over, revealing the many emotions swimming deep within them. In that moment, he looked human, the man she'd met before exhibited a lot of anger and a vengeance, that seemed to consume him but now... it was like he was a completely different man.
A feeling of sympathy engulfed her, it simmered in her gut. She now saw through it, the anger he portrait so vigorously, as if he tried to convince everyone he was fine. Strong and cold hearted but it was a facade. A simple protection he used to protect himself from...pain? Hurt, loneliness.
And then he finally said. "I didn't want you to hate him." He gulped, taking a pause before uttering the rest of his words. "At least not for my mistakes."
In her mind, there was more puzzles and paths and places of those pieces to go but she couldn't figure it out. Never had the ability to put them together, so they make some sense within mind.
But matter the confusion, Alison was trying, but couldn't figure him out in the slightest. Marcel was far more complex than she heard him to be. He seemed to be worried about someone other than himself, that thought alone was more shocking than anything else. A man who was known to be cold hearted, now seemed to actually have a heart.
Who was he talking about?
Alison waited for him to elaborate but he never did, he only sat there, in silence simply looking away, the movement made showed a sense of vulnerability and he was trying to hide it. It was so... human even.
But in the end no matter how never did it last long, not long enough for to try and figure him out.
In seconds he stood up in a blink of an eye. Shaking his head, pushing away whatever consumed his mind away, but whatever seems to take over his mind, he cared a lot about it and she simply wonder what it was. Who it was?
"You give me Atia and I'll give you your father. A simple exchange." He said, returning back to his cold exterior.
"Who's Atia?" She asked. She'd asked once before but he never gave her answer, but instead he told her to mind her own business, and now it had somehow become her business to know.
"It doesn't matter..." He said.
But it did, it mattered a lot. How was she supposed to find someone who she didn't know anything about. Someone that literally resemble a gosht, how was she able to find someone she'd never even heard about.
"It does, if you want me to find her." Alison said.
Did this mean she was going to hep him? But her father needed her help out of here, even if he had been turned into the one creature werewolves couldn't stand, but to her he was still her father, nothing was going to change that. Family was the only thing she has.
Silence, he stayed silent. Marcel's features held a sense of conflict, fighting between whether or not to say anything. Whoever this women was, she was important to him.
"She's my mate."