He walks in the dark streets and alleys, and he is a wanderer, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, but he is not indifferent to it.
He heard the voice of young men gathered, but they were obviously going to cause trouble, he passed by them
One of them added:
_Hey dude, do you want company tonight, come on man, we just want to have fun.
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_Hey man, why do you look so handsome, man, you're more beautiful than my bitch.
Another added sarcastically:
_Hey guys, let the man pass in peace, come on dude, leave them, and come to my mother.
He opened his arms to his death, the other young men laughed sarcastically. "Marcus," he raised his head and looked at them all sullenly
Suddenly the men felt fiery arrows piercing their skin, freezing them with terror. Everyone was silent as they stared at him with fear.
He passes by, and he puts the hat back on his head and pulls it on to hide his eyes, as he always does.
He continued his walk until he caught a glimpse of a fantasy running towards him at the speed of the wind, rather more, this imagination stopped in front of him
He was a man he knew, a man of black skin, of a very large build, and eyes as sharp as a fox.
He shrugged, his face frowning in anger.
What have you done, you arrogant idiot?
Marcus suddenly grabbed him by the neck and lifted him into the air, his huge body rising with ease.
Marcus said angrily:
How dare Richie, forget who I am, how dare you talk to me like that, you dirty, bloodied bastard?
Richie said to him shivering:
_Excuse me dude, I am talking to you with Asham, we are friends in the end.
Marcus said to him sharply
Shut up you bastard, the tsar never makes friends with anyone, he only befriends whores, are you one?
He shook his head quickly and looked at him begging, "Marcus" threw him to the ground so violently that he broke a piece of the concrete pavement.
"Marcus" flashed so hard as he saw the broken sidewalk, he remembered this day, which he had not found more beautiful in the four centuries that he lived.
She was bending over, swearing and cursing her shoes, which broke from the broken pavement, "Marcus," smiled despite his distress.
And he added to himself:
A stupid feast, easy to harvest.
He approached her, gagged her, snatched her easily and walked to the basement of his palace, slowly opening her eyes.
Marcus cursed his luck, as he does not like her feast to wake up while sucking her blood. He approaches her.
And he threatened:
Don't try to scream, because if you do, I will torture you before I kill you.
The beautiful girl looked at him with withered eyes and lifted her hair to reveal a beautiful, clear slab neck.
Marcus was shocked, and added:
_So if you give in so easily, won't you beg for mercy and pardon your life from me."
The girl came back to him as she resisted the feelings of fear inside her:
Do you even own it?
Marcus said to her as he looked deep into her soul:
What is it, what do you mean?
The girl said to him, deliberately arousing his curiosity:
_ Mercy, do you have mercy or know anything about it?
He looked at her and couldn't find anything to say
She said to him sadly, to awaken his conscience:
If you knew her, you wouldn't waste human blood. Never, I know that you are a monster that sucks people's blood to live, well then there is no need for me to beg you or try to persuade you to leave me, you will not do it.
Marcus felt a strange tingling in his heart, if he had one at all, but his feelings moved as if the girl's words had awakened his conscience, and he turned his face to her and lit a cigarette.
Vampires drink cigarettes.
He said coldly, resisting his urge to suck her blood.
It's none of your business, get out of here.
I turned to him and he couldn't believe it
Really, are you going to let me go, or is it a ploy?
He turned to her and, in the blink of an eye, stood in front of her, grabbed her neck with his fist, and added:
_ Don't test my patience, I have nothing of it, go away before I change my mind.
The girl shook her head, Marcus left her and went to the velvet door in front of her and said without turning to him:
_What is your name.
Marcus turned to her in shock.
_What, when you ask my name, will you file a complaint against me, girl?
She turned to him and smiled.
_You have a good sense of humour, however, I'm glad to know you, Mark.
He came to her quickly and stood in front of her:
How did you know my name?
She pointed to the fine glass of wine and added confidently:
_You seem conceited. You love yourself so much, anyway. See you soon, if you want, of course.
Marcus said to her in astonishment:
Really, do you want to see me again?
The girl opened the door and walked out.
I hope so, I don't meet a vampire every day.
She smiled and came out, "Marcus" felt his joy shaking his being, after this strange meeting, he visited her in her room, I felt it
And she sat chatting with him all night, and they met again as lovers, Marcus changed for her, no longer hunting humans for the organization.
He no longer quarrels with the Lykens, and they are savage werewolves, fought by the peaceful vampires and the Avengers, he became a person closer to humans and not to the beast that he had become for centuries, but one night, the girl called "Sila" called him and told him
She's being chased by a werewolf trying to attack her, Marcus rushed to her, but he was too late, he only found her body parts lying around.
And a werewolf of the Lykins ate its parts, Marcus screamed frantically, shook the walls around him, and shattered shop windows.
From the horror of his screaming, he pounced on the werewolf, killed him, tore him apart, and began to mourn and weep for Sila.
Marcus was isolated for months, alone and sad, after which he decided to take revenge on the Lykins, and violate the treaty between the Lykins and the Ikobashi.
