R: Marcus.
L: Matt, Mercy, Mikey, Freya.
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Narration: After Sylvia had left the room, Marcus with a very annoyed look on his face grabbed his telephone.
Marcus: Mercy, send for Matt please. Tell him that it is urgent. Or rather relay the message to him that my mouth is burning up and I am growing stiff.
Narration: He drops the receiver and waits with his eyes fixed on his monitor with which he watched the corridor outside his office.
Narration: In less than three minutes, Matt arrived with a flask and Mercy opened up the door for him into the office. Marcus then clicked a button on his desk putting the entire VIP lounge on lockdown.
Matt: Are you alright? I received your message. Here drink this.
Marcus: Oh I am fine. As a matter of fact, I have never felt better especially after knowing that you had blown up your cover yesterday.
Narration: Matt lowered his head in dropped the flask he was holding on the table.
Matt: She told you, didn't she?
Marcus: So it is true. Wow, you sure are a man of surprise. So tell me, is that why you didn't stop by the mansion before?
Matt: Marcus listen, I would have told you but I was afraid of how you would react…just as you are reacting now.
Marcus: You were afraid of how I would react? I have a Personal assistant in my office who holds a deadly grudge against me for spying on her. So much for finding out if she is trustworthy.
Matt: She is a very smart girl, even you had to know that she would figure it out sooner or later. Besides, since when did you care about what people thinks of you? I thought you were cold to other people's feelings and thoughts?
Narration: There was a whoosh of air and Marcus had Matt backed up in a wall with his hand around Matt's throat.
Marcus: If you want to see how cold I can be, speak out of term one more time.
Narration: Marcus then flung him across the office. Matt stood up gasping for breath as he rubbed his sore throat. He looked up and saw Marcus all dressed in a casual wear.
Matt: And where are you going?
Marcus: And irrelevant question from an irrelevant person.
Matt: Are you going after Sylvia?
Marcus: Miss Sylvia wants to be left alone with her friends, that is no concern of mine. I have someone I would like to very much meet.
Narration: He removes the lounge from lockdown and looks back at Matt.
Marcus: You can go back to the mansion. I will return to deal with you later.
Matt: I also have somewhere to be; I had to rush here just because you wanted to trick me.
Marcus: Where you go isn't my problem, all I know is that I want to see you at the mansion when I return. If not, I will hunt you down and personally rip your head off.
Narration: Matt grunts and walks out of the office followed by Marcus who shut the office after him.
Marcus: Mercy, I am going somewhere and don't think I will be returning any time before the end of working hour so you can close early.
Mercy: Yes, sir.
Narration: Marcus and Matt both headed for the private elevator but after Matt sees the way Marcus was looking at him, he turned and heads for the stairs while Marcus descend to the elevator.
Narration: Marcus went up to his car and got in then he grabbed his cell phone and dialed a number while starting the engine.
Marcus: Hello…It's me, Marcus…Yes, I need you to do a favor for me. Meet at the closest restaurant\bar to your home in five and don't delay me.
Narration: He ends the call and drives out of the building into the highway.
Narration: Marcus drives into a restaurant and parks his car outside then he walks towards the restaurant. A valet approached him.
Valet: Sir, your keys.
Narration: Marcus tossed him his car keys along with rolled up cash then he walks into the restaurant. He walks straight to the counter.
Mikey: Ahh, Mr. Marcus. It's a pleasure to see you. How may I help you?
Marcus: Get me a glass of bloody Mary; real bloody. In the meantime, did you see Freya?
Mikey: Who the witch?
Marcus: Of course the witch. How many Freya does vampires come in here to find?
Mikey: Yikes sorry. You must be in a pretty bad mode. Well, she is at her usual dark corner.
Narration: Marcus grabs his drink and walk over to the darkest corner of the room and saw a beautiful lady sitting down and smiling at him.
Marcus: Hello Freya, beautiful as always I can see.
Freya: Marcus, it is an absolute delight. It is not every day a four generations old monster shows up at your doorstep asking for favors.
Marcus: What will be your cost?
Freya: Now nothing. Well, for when you transition into a full Tribrid, I will need your hair when you are in full Tribrid.
Marcus: I guess it is true, news does travel fast in the Supernatural world even those said in the secret of the night.
Freya: There is no secret under the skies of New York that I don't know about; supernatural and mundane alike. So what can I help you with?
Marcus: Strange things have been happening around me lately.
Freya: Marcus you are four thousand years old, everything that happens around you is strange even for you.
Marcus: Let me give this to you straight, something strange as been happening to me. Things that I don't think that I have ever felt.
Freya: Now this is looking interesting. Tell me more.
Marcus: I feel like I am no longer the same vampire I used to be years back.
Freya: What do you mean? Your cold aura hasn't changed at all. You are still the same cold hearted vampire that I remember twenty years ago.
Marcus: Well, I can feel myself changing. I may still be cold hearted with the usual expressionless face but I know that I am changing.
Freya: So when you feel the change is there someone around you? Perhaps a male or female that makes you feel riled up whenever you are together?
Marcus: No Freya, no lady and definitely not a guy. Spent four generations straight, what makes you think that I will turn gay all of a sudden?
Freya: Well, I have seen it happen before. Give me your hand.
Marcus: Why? Do you read palms now?
Freya: Give me your hand! I want to read your aura.
Narration: Marcus smiles and hands Freya his right hand. She touches it and immediately a cold feeling overwhelms her. Marcus looks around the bar when the door opened and suddenly Freya left his hand.
Freya: You are right. I felt it a sudden ripple of warmth in your aura. At first I thought maybe you have found a mate but it is different. That type of aura only comes from white witches, the pure hearted and strongest witches.
Narration: There was a troubled look on Marcus face. More from the disturbing revelation than from watching Sylvia walk into the bar with her friends.
Marcus: Freya, you are the only witch that I know and didn't the last white witch die cursing me?
Freya: Thrills me more than it does for you. Did you look at anybody while I was touching you?
Marcus: Freya, we are in a bar. Of course I was looking at someone… more of like everyone.
Freya: Well, until we find the person, I can't do anything. So would you be so kind as to buy me a drink?
Marcus: Make your choice.