R: Marcus.
L: Zeke, Alfred.
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Narration: Marcus walked up to the door of a very massive mansion and with a single push, he flanged the doors opened and walked inside slamming the door shut after him.
Narration: Zeke was sitting down on a couch looking at Marcus as he walked into the room with a blood stained suit.
Zeke: When you told me that you would be late, I didn't know that you meant as late as this. Two hours to dawn, for a man that owns a company, you are not upholding a good example for your employees.
Marcus: Please, I have lived like this for the past four generations, I won't change my lifestyle because I own a company.
Narration: Marcus collapsed into a couch and reached out for a bottle of whiskey and a glass. He poured out for himself and handed the bottle to Zeke who took it and dropped it on the table.
Zeke: So how about you tell me what curse it is that you want to break?
Narration: Marcus raised his gaze above Zeke's head and looked around the house as if looking for something.
Zeke: No one is home. I sent away your employees away except for your bottler who insisted that he must stay, he even withstood my compulsion. I had to hold myself back from biting him.
Marcus: I hope that thought of yours never happened in reality?
Zeke: Of course not. He is in his chambers waiting for your return. He must have dozed off waiting for you. So are you going to release that skeleton or should I be the one to open the closet?
Marcus: You are one hell of a stubborn boy. Don't make me regret saving you years back.
Zeke: What are friends for?
Marcus: Okay, Zeke, you know that I am not a vampire?
Zeke: Wait what? you are joking right? I mean… you drink blood, don't you?
Marcus: Well, isn't my clothes proof of that? I am a vampire but I am also something else. I am a tribrid.
Zeke: You are joking right, I mean there is only one tribrid in the history of the supernatural and he was killed about four generations ago.
Marcus: No, he wasn't killed; he was cursed. I was seen as a threat and an abomination of nature so I was cursed. My werewolf gene and witch gene was suppressed by a witch and that is the curse that I am trying to break.
Zeke: So you are trying to tell me that a very good friend of mine is a tribrid and I never knew about it? So what are you, some kind of lab experiment? I mean there is no way you were born like that.
Marcus: As a matter of fact, I was. My father was a hybrid who fell in love with a woman that happened to be a witch. I was born a tribrid.
Zeke: Wow, that is one hell of a revelation. So tell me how do we break this curse of yours?
Marcus: Well, I need to find a mate. Only my mate can break the curse for me.
Zeke: So all we need to find is the lucky woman…or man, depending on which you are into.
Marcus: I am straight, thank you so let's keep the focus on women.
Narration: Marcus stood up and tapped Zeke on the back then he grabbed the bottle of whiskey and walked towards the stairs.
Narration: Marcus walked up to a door plated with gold and silver lining. He pushed the door open and walked into a dark room. He looked around and dropped the whiskey bottle on a table then he ripped off his suit and walked up to the window.
Alfred: Sir, is that you?
Narration: Marcus turned on hearing the voice from the door of the room. He walked up to the door and peeked out to see a man in his early fifties standing outside.
Marcus: Oh, Alfred. It's me. Good evening or morning, any it may be. You are still up?
Alfred: Yes, sir and its morning. I was waiting for you to return?
Marcus: Alfred, you shouldn't have. You can retire for the night and take tomorrow off and rest.
Alfred: As you wish.
Narration: The butler walked away from Marcus' rom and headed down the corridor. Marcus walked back to the window and opened it. He looked out and in swift movements, he was on the roof of the building. He looked over the city and sighed.
Zeke: Enjoying the view?
Marcus: Zeke, what are you doing here?
Zeke: Well, I was coming to enjoy the view before I saw you. Its beautiful right?
Marcus: Year, I think so.
Narration: Zeke tilted his head and looked at Marcus who had a look of anxiety plastered on his face.
Zeke: What is in that brain of yours?
Marcus: I don't think you can take it. Now you can go back inside.
Zeke: Hey, that was rude. What is getting you all riled up? It's almost as if you don't seem confident of something, or is that fear?
Narration: Marcus head immediately turned to Zeke with a very annoyed look. He cracked his knuckled and placed it on the pavement.
Marcus: I am not afraid of anything; I am just worried about something.
Zeke: You may not be the fearing type but I know well enough that if there is anything that can get you worried, I should definitely be feeling terrified.
Marcus: It is just that in my four thousand three handed and seventy-two years of living alone, I never thought that I was going to fall in love and find a mate; at least not after what happened when I was turned.
Zeke: Wait so you are four thousand three hundred and seventy-two years old?
Marcus: I am pretty sure that that is exactly what I just said. Is there any problem with that?
Zeke: Well, not really. I just thought that maybe you were a bit younger. But your mate problem… I don't know about that, I mean for someone to be your mate, it means that the person must be pretty strong to be able to put up with you.
Marcus: I came out here to think and not get frustrated. I am going to bed.
Zeke: Good luck with finding your mate… New York is a pretty big city. Good night.
Narration: Before Zeke could finish his statement, Marcus dropped over the edge of the building and swung into his bed through his bedroom window.