"YOUR MATE?" EVERYTHING BIT OF HIS WORDS SEEMED TO SWIRL IN HER MIND, SWIMMING AROUND THERE. But nothing was making sense...
There was a moment where she had been positive that the barrier of confusion was going to dissolve, but somehow it got thicker. A fog in her mind, blurring her sense of realisation and her ability to piece things together.
Did vampires even have that sort of luxury? To be bless of a soulmate...'No.' She thought, it simply would go against nature, they were creatures of the dark. They were sinful creatures and love didn't existed in their world.
Where they even capable to feel love?
But things never were so black and white anymore. For a long time she was taught that vampires are only dark creatures, and to her understand they were unable to feel emotions- especially to feel love. Or care for someone, to be in love.
It seemed that even the coldest hearted creature in this world was capable to feel, to love. Even though they were dead, they were human. They felt human emotions too, just as any other living being on this planet.
"Yes." He said stern, detached from the conversation, his mind leaving to be somewhere else. Maybe reflecting on past moments, mommies of her.
Marcel stalked towards the door, just opposite where she still laid in bed. But next to that door in the far wall beside him, was a mirror reflecting the side view of where he stood, with broad shoulder and towering height.
"How was this possible? Do vampires even have soulmates-" She was cut off. The worry within her chest grew, a worry she didn't quite understand why she was feeling the way she was.
So many things were untrue, her entire life she was told that vampires couldn't love, they were simply dead inside and out. The only emotion they would feel is an emptiness, because there were was no soul, to help them feel but here he was telling her that it simply it wasn't the case.
"This might come as a shock to you but I wasn't always a vampire, love. " He said bitterly. A dark sarcasm, yet it held a truth. But then how did he end up here. How did he become a creature of the night.
"You have your aunt to blame. She's not as innocent as she leads you to believe. No of them are..." He said, but the last part was more to himself than her.
She was starting to realise that, more than she wanted too. Betrayal was simmering in her gut, was her aunt this cruel. Cruel enough to rip two mates apart, keeping them away from each other.
For a witch an action like that was a sin, it went against Fate himself and from what she heard, he wasn't so kin when people got in the way of what he has written. It went against nature.
"She'd taken my life from me. Even after everything I'd done to help them. To help Atia and that still wasn't enough." He continued, bitter more than ever.
The memory brought a hateful emotion, an emotion he couldn't describe but it made him do things he didn't particularly want to do.
Alison didn't really know what to say, the puzzles in her mind started to fit together, slowly but surly it would make sense as he explained.
If Alison ever had a mate, she would want them back also, guess that's all he wanted, the only thing he wanted was her. His mate, it seemed fair.
All he wanted to do was to hold her and know she was safe, even if Marcel was the farthest person to be called safe.
"Is this why you lash out? Cause harm, murder people just because you want her back." She asked puzzled. But Alison couldn't help the hint of anger that went along with the words she uttered.
No matter the case it wasn't justifiable enough to what he has been doing over the years. Even if he was a hurting man, longing for his love. It was no excuse.
Marcel smiled, a genuine smile. "You think I'm evil?" He asked and to that she only nodded slightly.
"You're young, you definitely wouldn't understand. Trust me." He said.
"It's a little hard to Marcel, when all you have done is show me nothing but things that prove otherwise." She seethed with a hateful glint in her eyes.
As much as she wanted to sympathise, she simply couldn't allow herself to. Look where she was, he had kidnapped her, hurt her. For god-sake he had plunged his hand in her chest, almost ripping her heart out for information. And even harmed her parents. Calling him evil was being nice.
Marcel didn't reply, not right away anyways, a minute flew by in silence. It made things all the more uncomfortable for her. Had she stroke a nerve?
He turned his head to the side, staring at himself in the reflection of the mirror. Before he spoke.
"Over the course of my life I've encountered no shortage of those who presume to speak of good and evil. Such terms mean nothing. People do what is in their best interest, regardless of who gets hurt. It is evil to take what one wants, to simply satisfy a hunger even if doing so will cause another suffering? What some would call evil, I believe to be appropriate response to a harsh and unfair world." He said, still looking at himself.
But Marcel was far from finishing, he turned his head back slowly. Raising his eyes towards her, staring at her dark eyes again. "You did the same thing when it came to your mother. It's simply the way of the world, love."
"That was different, she was my mom." She said, although couldn't help the feeling of that fact that she was to making excuses. The world was cruel and unfair, he had that right but it didn't mean he could justify himself from all the suffering he has caused over the years.
For God sake, last time she heard he had wiped out the entire South Border. What did they have to do with everything that her aunt had done?
Marcel turned his head slightly to the side, mockingly. "Is it?" He said. "She's my mate, what would you have me to do, sit around and wait. Look, I'm not saying your evil Alison, no one is. It's only the actions that makes you be perceived as evil, not that we are actually evil. I only want her that's all."
Alison didn't really know how to answer him back, maybe it was true. Things were never black and white like she'd said before, as much as she wanted them to be, they just weren't.
"What does your mate have to do anything? How did she get in the middle of everything?" She asked a valid question, now whether Marcel would answer would be another thing. But she hoped he would.
"Even the purest of hearts are allured into the darkness." He said cryptically,
"I don't understand." She said honestly.
"She was spirited, bright, gentle and simple far too pure for someone like me. But somehow it was written. She'd been young at the time, didn't really understand the ideology of lower ranked wolves and why high ranked and low rank wolves would mix well-"
"Wolves? You were..." Shock clear in her features. Marcel had once been one of them.
"Yes I was, once. You see Atia was far more high ranked than I was, Gabriel didn't want her associated with anyone like me. A simple guard. I was there to protect, not be protected-" Marcel cut off mid sentence, never truly finishing his sentence.
"What does King Gabriel have to do with any of this." She asked, trying to put the puzzle pieces in her mind as quickly as possible. She was finally getting somewhere, things were getting clearer.
Marcel sighed, a heavy sigh. "Everything, he had everything to do with this. Gabriel's outdated principles stud in the way of Fate and I assure it didn't end well." He said, paused for a second searching Alison's face.
What he was searching for, she didn't quite know? The look she conveyed was a looked of simple confusion, she felt dumb like she couldn't quite grasp what he was implying.
But then he spoke again, and when he finished what he said shocked her even further. "Alison, Atia was Gabriel's sister."