Curious is the Night...

Marco strode through the streets of Little Hangleton again, it seemed only yesterday he had observed the curious group here. He glanced at the silver dagger he had sheathed in his boot. A more elaborate celtic one wrought in ancient silver was holstered at his waist in easy access, next to his wand. His step was confident, his path sure. He was heading to Nick Valentine's and Christabelle Whittle's home; which he knew to be the headquarters to the group he was seeking tonight. A Confederacy, bent on ridding the Wizarding world of filthy mutts and slimy vampires. He was very much in league with their ideas, and he'd only heard little from Christy and Godric.

Tonight he came to request the honor of serving as Seargent, a role he was most anxious to obtain. The security of the group he had already staked a claim and vested interest in. He had pledged his undying loyalty to Christy for her moment of kindness toward him in revealing information he deeply desired. He would guard her above all others, but the group was now his aim and goal. The fact that he was quite taken with Godric didn't hurt his desire to serve either. Although that would be a very far down the list reason; however, fighting alongside the ones he now held dear was his ultimate intention. He stepped up to the house, quiet as the shadow he moved within, and tapped at the door for entry.

She made her way down into the small sleepy little village. It was a dark clear night out, which just made the air even colder. The moon shone brightly illuminating the bits of curls that poked out of her black cloak. She hadn’t been able to bring herself to wear that white ceremonial robe Nick had been wearing around. As much as she loved him she hoped and prayed he wouldn’t wear it to their wedding. She had a feeling that Marco had wanted to talk to her and she had been right.

She pulled her cloak around her red corset dress tighter as she reached him coming back from in town. She had to pick up some things for Nick‘s sister. “Well, I take it I had been right to come down here.” she said as she took in a deep breath. “Beautiful night out tonight isn’t it?” she asked trying to make polite conversation. “Pity we have to share it with those filthy monsters don’t you think…but anyways enough on that we can speak in the house.” she said as she motioned for him to follow her into the house.

Marco felt the stor of the breeze and stepped from his shadow to reveal his face. She approached looking every bit a queen and not so much a lady who he knew could handle herself very well in combat. His grin was instant and warm, I'm glad you came, I had just arrived to visit on such a lovely evening. His eyes could not help but roam the streets for any shadow remiss in it's depth or location.

She had mentioned the animals as easily as he did, and with similar loathing. His crooked grin ratched a notch, I thank you for your kindness, he spoke softly as they entered, not certain if there were others in the house he might disturb. She had said nothing of anyone else being present tonight, but his eyes shone with the prospect of discussing their shared enmity further. He really would fight to protect her, yet he almost thirsted to have a means of release again. To slay those of deepest filth who fed on others, he was rather going to enjoy the hunt and the kill. Yes, let's discuss this further. He said to himself.

“Come, you and I shall speak in the inner sanctum.” she replied as he lead him into the very cozy room that was filled with only six arm chairs around a table and a fire place. It was quite a lovely little place to meet, and in fact where the first night Christy had been there Nick had proposed. She took her seat and poured them each some wine. “Well as you know I’ve returned into quite a mess.” she stated looking at him. “Coming back here to find myself the current leader whilst Nicholas is away…I feel that it is time to try to finish his inner circle. Its not yet half complete and nothing will always be nothing if a circle is never whole.” she said as she sipped from her wine.

She placed the glass down. “So I know for one you were well interested in joining our little group.” she continued speaking her german accent had come back some in her time away from here but it still didn’t stick out as much as her cousin’s. ”Exactly how far into that did your ambitions lay Marco Dubhbraon? I hope very high as you and I share the same distaste for these creatures after all, along with my dear cousin and fiancé.”

Marco followed her graceful step as she led into a room fitting for kings and knights. He accepted the wine and her words as she informed him of the recent situation. I am sorry you find yourself in such a position, yet I am also fortunate. You know my loyalty lies with you, as well as with Godric. Further than my heart's desire, is my intent to aid in eradicating the filth from the walls of the school, and the very world if I have my way. His hand tapped his pantleg absently above the knee, the fabric twitching against the dagger scabbord which housed the Filty bloodsucker's own blade. He intended to return it at the first opportunity--tho the creature might not enjoy the manner of its return. His eyes shone with the inner delight of the action of plunging the blade into the creature with a practiced flick of his wrist. Yes he planned to return it alright.

My ambitions lay as far as I am capable of taking them, dear Christabelle. I am pleased to find a group of well equipped, and like minded people preparing to face the scourge head on. I have no doubts that each of you are capable in their own right, and I think I am also capable of being right there with you. I am willing to offer my services to the organization, and you know my distaste equals your own. He smiled politely at her and took a sip of the rich wine.

Christabelle listened to every word he had said smiling inwardly at his reponses. "Well your loyalty must also lie with Nicholas my dear friend." she replied, "For any moment he could come home and I'll be out of this position of power and back to just being second in command and advisor to the group. But I however think you would make a lovely sergeant for the confederacy...Yes sergeant would suit you lovely.." she trailed off almost in thought.

She had thought of making him join with the seemingly regular ranks of the group and making him climb his way up to the top but she wouldn't be that cruel to him. Not in the slightest. That was just a cruelty she didn't have time for. She needed someone with power that could help, and she needed that now.

Marco looked at her affronted that shewould question his loyalty to her fiance. He was as closely bound to him as to her. He had pledged his fealty to her personally, but Nick was the head of the order; he understood this. He would offer Nick his personal loyalty as soon as he had opportunity, but for now he bowed only to Godric and Christy. It was not lightly he offered his servitude; he was a person who fought for himself...but this cause he vowed to see to the end. Eradicating the scourge was a personal mission of his. That they thought they were equal, that they dared enter the sanctity of wizard schools and offices... better to stop the thought before it progressed. He could already feel his eyes shifting color and his heart speeding at the thought of the hunt and kill.

Dear Christabelle, Nick has my loyalty, forgive me for being remiss to include him in so many words. I respect his ambitions, as they are my own. He smiled again at the thought of how he felt about the bloodsuckers and mutts, that the ones he called dear felt the same was providencial joy. He was also pleased that he should enjoy a position of Seargent, he was certain to make her decision not regrettable.

"Well then now that, that is settled." she started off, " I see no reason in you not having a room here. I like the inner circle to be in close reach and contact at all times though certain ones of course won't be staying here..You understand of course. Can't have my house over run with people who have their own." This had been true. Really other than Marco, Godric she and Nick, Christabelle had no intentions of anyone else from the confederacy live there. While it might be the headquarters it was still her home with her future husband.

"And you know of this sister of Nick's that we have staying with us." she said as she lead him out of the inner sanctum. "I trust that information to go no where at all, alright?" she said with a serious look on her face. She knew Nick would want to be as protective as possible of his sister so she had to maintain that fact of their lives. Keep everything as private as possible.

Marco grinned at her suggestion, I should gladly accept such an offer, to be rid of the dormatories and their mixture of undesirables would be welcome. To be nearest to those I have sworn to protect is paramount to my success. I should advise you that Nick's sister shall become a priority of mine while I am here in the house, even above your protection, Dear Chrisatbelle. A child who requires my servitude; and I willingly giving it for the sake of honor and fealty to the cause. He was not regretting any of the words he had spoken, for they were all true. He realized he had needed the familiarity of a cause to champion. He had a deep desire to seek out and destroy the Vampire and Werewolves. Supporting such strong comrades in similar mind set was good for him.

He entertained the notion that being here was good for him, and detrimental all at once, he was certainly cheered to get his chance at the filth of the wizarding world, but it was causing him to soften and accept comraderie much more easily than he was accustomed. Being close to Godric was a plus to the situation, but being in a position to be of greatest service in the capacity to protect the core of their faction was highly affirming to his manhood and sense of power. His face lit in a grin that dared any of the foulest beasts to try to break his defenses. His hands twitched at the weapons he wore even now; aching to have a target to use them on.

My hand, my head, my heart, my blade; I give all to the Confederacy and the quest for eradication. he bowed his head once again eyes glinting with steely fire.