Marco's Domicile... (invitation only)

Marco felt the rush of emotion pour out through the closeed door. He snarled as he opened the door and stopped short as he saw the state Christy was in. He paused indecisively he couldn't just jeal vampire bites... what had happened to her?? He pulled the door open and ordered her inside as politely as he could his voice and expression demanding an explanation.

"I was attacked." she said looking at him. "I forgot my books." she said looking at him. Her clothes were torn. "I came to you cause Godric would act worse than you would. I don't want him to know thats where I was." she said knowing he would understand. "I'm trying to convince him to kill himself before Godric comes looking for him. And you know he will now that I've been bitten multiple times." she said looking paler than she ever had. Her eyes were also black from the encounter.

Marco listened to her hollow and hasty explanation. He healed her wounds as best he could and left her only once to gather herbs useful for the bites. It was all he knew to do to help. Godric would be much better to heal her than he was; this wasn't his area of expertise. He hated vampires and although he studied them enough to be effective for defense and destruction, he wasn't keen on healing afflicted wounds. He hastily concocted a thick potion and looked at her more carefully.

She'd lost a lot of blood, and she was pale. He wasn't certain how the bites would affect her, her half veela status was a complete unknown to him; h her charms weren't very affective to him seeing as he was completely gay and had no feelings for women... and he'd never studied their physiology to know much about it. But he had to agree she looked better now. He dipped a clean rag into the potion he'd brewed and rubbed it over the bite on her arm hoping it didn't hurt her. He could easily see she'd been through enough.

He could not hope that Godric would not show up, his emotional state was in overdrive, and he knew his bond would feel it. But he could try to prolong it before he would by calming himself and shutting down the emotions he felt. That he was very good at. SO it was dull lifeless blank eyes that looked at her now revealing the void he had succumbed to to protect them both from Godric's justified anger.

Christabelle looked frightened as he walked off only to fetch the herbs for the potion. Godric probably would have been the better one to heal her. The bites were on her neck, face, chest and legs. "You know you aren't the one who has more to worry about him finding out." she said looking at Marco. She had been right. "He and I share a telepathic link..Right now its taking everything I have not to send anything through it but I think I'm failing at that."

"I don't think he wanted to turn me but I couldn't reach my wand or my dagger to fight him off. He was so strong." she said going on looking as if she were about cry. "Godric is going to be mad at me isn't he?" she asked looking at him no longer able to fight back the tears. She was shaking from the fear of being attacked like that.

Godric will be mad that is certain. the whom is difficult to answer. I am your protector, and I rescue you only for you to go right back... His voice trailed off revealing the anger his toneless voice masked. He wasn't exactly happy with her, what had she thought returning there, and after he'd been requested to escort her home.

He shut his musings off before they could get started and run away. It was necessary he remain unaffected, lest he do something stupid. He stood and moved away form her to collect himself fully.

"I'm sorry.." she said looking at him truly upset for her. She hadn't planned on walking right back into what she had left but with her and her care and worry for academics, she couldn't leave her books and report behind. "I couldn't leave my school books there Marco. You should understand that better than most." she replied to him.

"I didn't go back there until after I wasn't needed at my house." she continued saying. "I...I.." she trailed off still traumatized by this. She could have very well died. Had Nick been around she would have never gotten placed into a position like the one she was in now. She'd have been with her family and Nick mourning the death of her father like she should. She'd have already been married and there would have been some joy in this sad time. "I..I.." she tried to speak again but her voice wouldn't form the words.

Marco had no experience in consoling others. He simply had never allowed anyone into his carefully constructed world far enough to care about them and warrant his concern. He could not drop the wall he'd raised to keep his emotions in check, but he forced a weak smile onto his lips as he looked at her. Yes I can understand how important books are, but I cannot understand why you would not send me after them, or just summon them with an accio charm. He had an unhealthy obsession with books, looking around the great room they were in could reveal that, it has floor to ceiling bookshelves jammed with thick volumes and dusty tomes.

He was trying to learn more about the situation, would she be turned then? He could feel the anguish rolling off her in waves, things he could only barely ascertain. Fear, lonliness, longing...emotions rolled off her as her thouhts played out. He could guess that her Father, and the absent Nick were very much in her thoughts. He had yet to meet Nick, but he certainly had words for the man he respected and still considerd the leader of their group. His loyalties had been forged and he never severed them easily, not until he heard Nick was dead would he relinquish his loyalty to him. Well dead or deliberately abandoned all that they stood for. His deep but cold eyes turned to her again, he still could not comfort her properly more than to give her space to sort her thoughts and tell him more.

"If Nick had been here.." she started off, "I wouldn't have even been there in the first place." she said quietly as if she hadn't wanted Marco to hear it. "We'll come up with a story Godric will believe. He'd be mad at me for not killing him when I got the chance." she said quietly. She wouldn't let her cousin hate for for it. The fact she wanted Varod to fall on his own blade said something about it.

"I didn't think it would escalate to something like that." she said looking at him, "I truly didn't think it would. I only planned on grabbing my books and then leaving. I didn't even think he'd be home." she said quietly. She needed her cousin there. "If Godric asks he attacked me in the street. Knocked me unconscious alright?" she said looking at him, She needed him to agree and believe it as much as she did herself.

Marco listened as she gave more of an explanation. His wall slipped as she asked him to lie to Godric. He could not, and it wasn't anything of his desire to or not, he simply could not. Godric knew him inside and out... they were bonded. I cannot lie, he began shaking his head in negative, he knows my thoughts as surely as if I speak them. Not as you do, telekinetic, but he knows. What I will do is allow you to make your own excuses. I can only speak for myself after all; try to explain how I failed in my duties. When I question my own ability to be Sergeant... a glint of self loathing flashed through the void of his eyes momentarily before they went flat black again. His turquoise eyes, usually prone only to golden hues had become increasingly dark of late in these darkest of times. He didn't like it.

His own soul was dark enough without the lingering of his countenance giving testament to his own inner darkness. He had lain out all he could to her, what healing he could give, what support he could offer. He felt inadequate, an unknown sensation..

"Then we are in for quite a time." she said looking at him. "As you and him may be bonded he and I have a bond far stronger than the one you and him share." she said sadly. "And you shouldn't question your abilities as Sargeant." she continued to say, "The one who will question their abilities is Godric himself as he is the champion, and therefore mine and Nick's bodyguard." she explained as him. "Then tell him you don't know what happened. Its not lying you were not there." she said looking at him.

"Do you know how me and Godric are connected as we are?" she asked looking at him. "Our souls are twinned." she explained, "This is the first life we've lived where we weren't twins."