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A Night In The Woods BlazeXAnonymous

As soon as Markov thrusted as hard as he did the first time McKinley knew she was going to be sore tomorrow but she didn't mind, it felt a hundred times better rough then it would gentle. As her moans matched with his, her body moving with every thrust, her breasts bouncing back and forth with every motion, her eyes met his. When Markov smiled and chuckled lightly she blushed fiercely and couldn't help but look away, he wasn't the only one who found the situation ironic.

As his lips met with hers her amber eyes shut slowly, she get the light pressure on her hands go away and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders to keep him close as their tongues played with each other, her body quivered slightly beneath his as she squealed through the kiss as his hands roughly groped her sensitive chest. McKinley relaxed her legs to let him do whatever it was he was doing and as their lips parted she began to pant heavily, not just from the lack of air from the kiss but from the building pressure once again forming in her stomach.

While Markov used her legs to slam into her hander her toes curled as her back arched with pleasure. "Oh god I'm gonna cum" she whimpered through slightly gritted teeth before she held on for just a bit longer before another squeal escaped her lungs "OH YES!!" her body shook beneath his as she came for the third time, twice in one day. Her chest heaved as she panted heavily, two mind numbing orgasms like that made her a bit groggy but with her adrenaline still racing she didn't feel it.
 
Markov's eyes were glued on hers as she started reaching her peak. He could see from the look in her eyes that she was nearing that state, they glossed over with lust, and her eyes would roll back in her head before she closed them. He could feel her body once more start trembling and she began moaning wildly. Looking down to her breasts as they bounced from the nearly violent pounding Markov was giving her, he could feel himself nearing that edge. He wanted to hold on though, for at least a little while longer.

Her words was like beautiful music to his ears, as she said that she was going to cum, Markov picked up the pace. His own adrenaline was racing, he had long since forgotten about the pain in his body. Markov could feel her walls clamping down on him tighter than before, and her body was rocked with her second orgasm of the day. She squeezed him so tightly inside of her, that she would have forced him out of her if he wasn't so big. As she began to pant heavily, Markov backed out of her groaning as each inch slowly withdrew from her hot wet hole.

Markov himself was breathing rather heavily, he was fighting the urge to shoot another load deep inside of her. Using his superhuman strength, Markov picked her up and turned her over onto her stomach. Pushing her legs up under her, he forced her into a knelt over position. His palm went to the small of her back, pushing her chest down against the down comforter. His other hand gripped the base of his slick, thick manhood. Markov who was completely clean shaven, slowly sunk himself back into her tight, dripping wet pussy. "Do you want me to cum in you again?" Markov asked as he slowly began churning his cock inside of her. "I'll fuck you really nice and hard until I do." He added picking up speed slowly.
 
Through her heavy pants she let out an audible whimper as he began to slowly pull himself out and stayed out as he flipped her over. Her hands numbly gripped the pillow her head rested on as she shifted her weight slightly to settle down before he began to slid back into her. She could alway feel how sore she was going to be but she didn't protest or ask to him to take it easy, instead she spread her legs a bit beneath herself to allow him to go deeper easier.

When Markov asked her if she wanted him to cum in her again she nodded slowly, she could have answered vocally but was still working on getting her breath back. Him holding her down didn't hinder her from answering him at all. For years she had always thought of herself as strong, someone who could protect herself when needed but with him simply holding her down on the bed just by the small of her back and everything else that had happened she felt weak, like a normal human being but with the person behind her being more than a man that was stronger than her but a man that could suck the life right out of her it was actually a turn on, feeling powerless to him that is.
 
Her words would have been satisfying to hear, but the fact that she could only whimper and nod her head all while groaning and spreading her legs further apart from him turned him on all the more. Once he had sheathed his cock back inside of her, Markov pulled out until only the tip was left in. He slammed back down into her with reckless abandon, he was focusing on giving himself the pleasure he wanted. He didn't honestly care if she was sore it hurt. She could stand to deal with the momentary discomfort, she was a big girl. Markov's hands found themselves both on her hips, using her perfectly shaped hips to pull her body against his own roughly.

Their hips were slamming together making a very loud smacking noise with each collision. Each time Markov slammed himself back down into her, the churning of her insides made a very lewd noise. But it was all the more erotic for him, Markov moaned loudly. He could feel the pressure building in his own body, he knew that he wasn't going to be able to contain himself for much longer. Markov once more picked up the pace of his thrusts into her, so much to the point that he was penetrating into her completely twice a second. "NNMMMNN!! FUCK!!" Markov screamed out burying himself into her as deep as he could go in this position. Which had him once more penetrating into her womb, much deeper this time. His cock jumped violently, having spasm after spasm.

After he shot out rope after rope of his cum into her, Markov panted like an animal who had just ran for it's life. He slumped over slightly but caught himself by planting his hands on both sides of McKinley. Being still buried into her, Markov slowly rocked his hips back and forth out of instinct. His hands rubbed her back and her ass before he spanked it gently. Without pulling out of her, Markov turned her over onto her back, kicking one of her legs up over his head. Pushing down into her again, Markov kissed her lips gently and placed his forehead against hers. "All this time, you've been wanting to kill me, and here we are fucking each others brains out, but it was amazing," He whispered against her lips.
 
McKinley never would have guess that she would have loved it this rough, her small body jerked with every thrust but she used her hands to keep her in place for the most part. As his hands gripped her hips to pull her against him she bit down on the pillow slightly as she gritted her teeth together. For the life of her McKinley couldn't figure why there was an added discomfort as he thrusted in one last time to cum again. Slowly her arms began to relax, dropping the upper half of her body onto the comforter and leaving her ass up in the air.

As Markov gently rocked back and forth inside of her she could feel some of his cum rolling down the inside of her thighs, when his hand made contact with her ass she let out a sharp breath, not because it hurt but because her entire body was still so sensitive. Relaxing her body allowed him to flip her over easier before kissing him back. When her breathing was even again she closed her eyes every time he moved inside of her. "I had my reasons" she whispered simply but she didn't deny the fact that it was amazing.
 
Markov smiled as she commented on his words. She did have her reasons that was correct. But so did he, he had reasons to do what he did which caused all of this. A secret in which he wasn't willing to share with her, something that was not likely to be accepted. Markov had done something bad, which lead to McKinley's sisters death. Many many years before McKinley's sister died at the hands of Markov, he had sired a female. Someone who he thought was going to spend the rest of eternity with him, someone who he could love and be loved by. But once she had become like him, she had other ideas. She no longer wished to be with Markov, in fact she no longer wished to be with men. She had a taste for virgin female blood. And she had a knack for turning young girls in order to make slaves of them. Markov had spent a long time hunting down his once lover, and when he had found her before she died at his hands she told him that her essence would live on through another. That other person was McKinley's sister. And thus Markov had to put her down, he had to do so with extreme prejudice.

The young girl had yet to fully turn, and was still in the stages of being a thrall. Her body was human, but her mind was something else entirely. It belonged to the woman who Markov had killed. If he had let her continue and just let her be. The outrage from the other Ancients would have been too great, and they would have hunted him down and killed him. For his own survival, for the good of many people, he had done what had to be done. Markov's vision blurred for a second, his eyes watered slightly from the memories that were once great. But seeing McKinley's face brought him to a new place and a new light. With one quick movement of his arms, Markov pulled a sheet up around their nude, entangled bodies. Wrapping his arms around her, Markov rolled her over and onto his chest. Unlike most other vampires, Markov was not cold to the touch, he was a living vampire, the Ancients had blood coursing through their veins and a heart that pumped like any human. "Yes, your reasons are very valid McKinley my dear," Markov said quietly. One hand stroked through her hair, he was doing so subconsciously. "After all of this is done and over with, I will submit to you should you so choose to exact your revenge." He told her.

Markov didn't fear death, he accepted it with open arms should it come to him. But he wasn't going to simply let himself be killed by someone unworthy of taking his life. McKinley had hunted him, and would hunt him to Hell and back if she had to. She was the only person he saw worthy of ending his life. Moving a few stray strands of hair from the beautiful face of McKinley's Markov kissed her forehead gently. His hand slid down her neck and rested at her back. He breathed deeply and sighed out contently. "You are quite incredible, not only in bed but in combat too." Markov complimented her. "I do think, I am going to sleep well, I hope you are not gone by the time I awake." He finished speaking while rubbing her back gently.
 
As they both laid there in a moment of silence she couldn't help but wonder if she had done the right thing. He had given her an opportunity to kill him and instead she allowed him to feed from her to heal; if she hadn't already left the hunters organization she would definetly have been kicked out when they caught wind of what happened here. McKinley stared past Markov for a while, thinking hard on her choices tonight and while she could easily tell anyone that it was to ensure her own safety from the Lycans she couldn't convince herself it was true. For just a split second a grimace crossed her face at that realization but the quick emotion was gone the moment she saw the slight shine to his eyes. She didn't even have time to register that his eyes were tearing up before he pulled the blanket over them and turned them over so that she was laying comfortably on his chest.

For a while McKinley's body remained tense on top of his, she had been expecting the shocking cold against her bare skin but instead was met with the same warmth as her own and against her will her body relaxed in his arms, her eyes fluttering shut but not to sleep, to listen to his beating heart. This was not what she had expected, she expected silence. For years she had hunted Markov and he was still able to surprise her. Her eyes snapped open quickly at the sound of his voice, her head tilted back to see his face and watched him wearily. Strangely when he told her he would submit if she chose to kill him she didn't feel that sliver of pride or happiness like when she had cut him in the woods, she felt her chest compress and it was uncomfortable. Her eyes guarded any emotion that might slip out but it was her clenched hands on his chest that would give away her unease.

McKinley wanted to speak, to tell him not to keep his hopes up, something witty but she couldn't, all she could do was open her mouth and close it before turning her head so that she was looking at the wall. The lingering feeling of his lips gently on her forehead and his hand tracing patterns on her back lulled her into sleep much faster than what she would have liked. It wasn't long though before her hands relaxed and her breathing became deep and even, the warmth surrounding her body was something new to her, she hadn't slept in a warm environment in so long, not even the hotels were warm enough but kept in Markovs arms made her warmer than what she had ever been and safe. A feeling she hadn't known since her sisters death.
 
Markov was going to continue to talk to her, he was going to continue their conversation but alas McKinley fell asleep faster than he had thought she would. Looking down at her in the dimly lit room Markov smiled at her peaceful face. She was extremely attractive, a beauty beyond what words could describe. It was a shame that she had hated him so much, he hoped that one day he could change that. Markov was one of the very few Ancients alive, and he was the only one of them that didn't feed on humans regularly. Markov found himself as the 'Black Sheep' of his group of Ancients. But it was for this very reason that he was able to blend in so well, Markov had learned very well how human emotion worked and how it was very similar to that of what a vampire felt. More often than not vampires mimicked the emotions of humans in order to make it easier to feed. But Markov wasn't mimicking the emotions, he had come to understand them, he had come to experience them. "Sleep well dear," Markov whispered to McKinley.

Pulling one of his arms out from under the covers, Markov waved his hand through the air and a gust of air surged through the room blowing out nearly every candle making the room almost completely pitch black. Save for a few candles that burnt in a candelabra near the head of the bed on a nightstand. Markov pulled his arm back under the sheets and placed it on McKinley's hip. He gently nuzzled his head into her hair and took a deep breath, before he closed his eyes. It had been too long since Markov last had been intimate with a female like this, and it had been even longer since he had someone to sleep with. Markov generally didn't sleep, he was always on high alert and on the run. But now, he wanted nothing more than to sleep. And sleep he did, very soundly too.

Markov would awake before McKinley, he had fallen asleep still buried inside of her, but in the time that they had been asleep he had been forced out of her tight warmth. He blinked his eyes a few times and looked around the room before looking down to McKinley who seemed to be so peacefully sleeping still. Grinning at this view, and just the idea itself, Markov couldn't bring himself to move from the spot. He knew she was going to be concerned about her clothing situation, or lack thereof. But coincidentally enough, Markov's previous lover had been the exact same size as McKinley, bust, butt and everything. It was as if she had chosen McKinley's sister due to the fact that McKinley was so nearly identical, it was only natural that the little girl would grow up in the same manner. Markov grew hungry though, and not for blood for real food, sustenance through delicious meat and bread. Unlike turned vampires, Ancients didn't get sick from eating normal food, in fact it was one of the biggest perks of being an Ancient. He had the best of all worlds, especially with the beauty laying on his chest.
 
Through the period of time that McKinley was asleep she had dreamed, something she had never gotten to do since it all began. It wasn't long after Markov woke up that McKinley began to stir, her muscles tensed up as she stretched her legs but she didn't open her eyes. The warmth around her body was just begging her to sleep a little longer. With a soft groaned she snuggled closer to him, rubbing her bare chest against his before getting comfortable and going still. In the midst of her squirming her body had gotten a good feel for what she was on top of and it wasn't a bed exactly. Slowly her eyes began to open up with a yawn followed behind. She stretched her arms until her joints popped before she turned her head just right to look up at Markov, a whirlwind of memories crashed into her as she looked up at him but they didn't make her want to pull away from him, she remained were she was.

McKinley didn't even seem to notice that they were both naked as she gently pressed her hands to the bed and lifted her upper half from his body so that her full weight wasn't on him "good morning." She murmured softly, staring into his green eyes for a brief moment before she had to look away, her cheeks becoming a light pink against her pale skin as every detail of last night came to her. For ten long years McKinley had hunted Markov, dead set on killing her sisters murderer but she didn't do it when she had the chance. Instead she had slept with him. While her heart regrets her decisions slightly her mind and body don't at all, it was obvious that she enjoyed herself last night but the question she was asking herself was, would she really be able to kill him now or was it too late?
 
Once McKinley had sat up, Markov followed suit and rose to a seated position before standing from the bed. He didn't bother to take a sheet with him, she had already seen what he had and felt it too. There was no point in trying to hide oneself. This room that he had invited her into, was a very special place for Markov. While it was a simple room and had nothing else but the room, it as clearly someplace that you had to be given access to in order to be there. Much as a vampire is only allowed entrance to a household if they are invited in, this private space was Markov's equivalent of a coffin. This space was constructed from a spell bound off of the very life of the one she had slept with and refueled. Should Markov die, the room they were in would have been sealed off from the last location the door had been opened from. Anything inside of that room would be able to exit but never return.

Luckily for her he had survived the event, Markov considered it more of his own luck. He smirked as he walked towards a tall mahogany dresser, the top half being two large double doors. Opening the double doors Markov pulled out a neatly hung vest, undershirt, overshirt, and scarf. Walking to the foot of the bed, Markov laid it out on the bed. He looked over to McKinley who still sat there watching him move about taking out clothing. She was sitting in the nude with a sheet in one hand holding it up towards her chest. The Ancient vampire smiled at her and gave a soft chuckle. "This will sound strange, and it's not any sort of magic but there is a closet and inside you will find clothes," Markov said to her, he walked closer and sat at the edge of the bed and put a hand on her knee through the sheet.

"It will all fit you, perfectly I guarantee it. An odd coincidence my previous roommate happened to be your size exactly." He added giving her knee a gentle pat. Standing he went back to the dresser and pulled out drawer nearer to the bottom. Retrieving a cotton undergarment he slipped it on. He continued until he had on all black clothing, from socks to shirts. Markov's vest had dark crimson red sewn in, it was almost as if he was trying to make it obvious what he was. He preferred to call it, 'flashy'. The scarf sealed the deal with frayed ends which had been dyed the same crimson color.

"I gotta use the restroom, which I don't have which means outside, I'll be back go get all changed." Markov told her before walking towards the door, giving the end of the dresser a 'gentle' kick he rattled off a set of new shoes. They so happened to land perfectly on the ground in front of him, and he simply walked into them. This was a gimmick he had used multiple times back when he was like your average vampire. Sticking out one foot at a time he shook the foot with the loose shoe and the ties tied themselves into perfect shape without him using his hands. He looked over his shoulder at McKinley and gave her a wink. He then disappeared out the door with haste as he was about to piss his pants.
 
McKinley sat in silence as Markov walked over to the dresser to get dressed, as the cold air nipped at her bare skin she pulled the blanket up to help give her warmth not really cover herself. She was partially surprised to see him moving about so casually but when he sat down on the bed McKinley didn't tense up she simply watched him cautiously "Roommate?" She repeated with a raised eyebrow; the tone of her voice showing she didn't believe him but other than that she didn't say anything. After he had gotten dressed she watched with wide eyes as Markov put on his shoes and they tied themselves, McKinley wasn't fond of magic but it was fun to watch other people do. Sitting up a bit more she waited until he was fully out of the room before getting out of the bed and arching her back until it popped and sighed.

Walking over to the closet Markov had pointed out she was surprised to find he was right when she opened it, inside was clothes that looked to be able to fit her perfectly. With pursed lips she went through the clothes until she found something suitable for her: a black Victorian dress that wasn't too long or too short and would still allow her tattoos to be seen. Pulling on the dress without bothering to find any undergarments, since it was what she was used to, she looked down before smoothing it out a bit. She shut the closet gently, this was all she needed, she had lived away from civilization for so long she didn't see any need in shoes at the moment so she was fine in just the dress.

After she had gotten the dress on she moved and sat back down on the bed and looked around, her three daggers where still sitting beside the bed where she had left them last night but she felt no desire to hold them. McKinley leaned back until she was laying on the bed and sighed, she had no idea how things had gotten so out of hand this way or what would happen later but she knew for right now she wouldn't kill him. She thought it was wrong, to have some fun and then just turn around and kill him, but she vowed she wouldn't heal him again no matter how good it felt to have him bite her. A chill ran down her back at the memory but a smile formed along her lips.
 
By the time Markov had returned to the room, McKinley was fully dressed or at least as fully dressed as she wanted to be. Markov came down into the room and looked up to see her in a beautiful black dress. Her stunningly beautiful body in the small dress stopped him in his tracks. Unfortunately, should she have wanted a different color, vampires generally wore black. It was as if a calling card of theirs, there was no reason that they chose that color. Perhaps it was so that they would blend in better at night, for Markov it made it harder to detect bloodstains. He eyed her over, taking in all of her features, including the fact that she was barefoot. Not an uncommon thing, but Markov knew she had to have seen the heeled female shoes in the closet, Markov's lover had thoroughly enjoyed the finer things of life. "You look incredible," Markov said to her before headed to wardrobe. Opening the doors he pulled out an overcoat for himself, and an overcoat for McKinley. Their overcoats were nearly identical, except for Markov's was primarily all leather, and hers was much more cloth based with the addition of dyed fur. Handing the overcoat to her, Markov took one of her hands and helped her to her feet. He had her give him a little spin, and he nodded in appreciation of her appearance. "I imagine you must be very hungry, I know I could stand for some food." Markov added.

Leading her to the exit of the room, Markov turned and waved his hand through the air, the candles which had seemingly never burnt through any of the wax went out. With the room dark he was certain McKinley couldn't see much more than a few inches in front of her face. She would still however be able to feel his hand on her own. He was hoping it would be a little more reassuring for her, knowing that he was still there in front of her. Pushing open the door to the outside world a rush of cold air greeted them. With his coat hanging off one of his arms, Markov walked outside held the door open for McKinley and offered her a hand. Once he had helped her from the basement of the abandoned building, Markov let the door fall closed. He wasn't planning on returning here. "We can be normal individuals and walk the distance to town. Or, we can travel my way, which do you prefer?" He asked her. Slipping on his own overcoat, Markov assisted McKinley into hers as it was rather chilly.

The moon was full, completely full and while it was beautiful that also meant that the beasts from earlier would be in full power but they would also be in the 'mood'. He didn't think they had much to worry about going into town for food. They had the two of them there, and even without her having her daggers it wasn't as if Markov couldn't give her a useful weapon to fight with. Once she had gotten both arms through the sleeves of the coat, Markov stood in front of her holding the top of the coat near the collar. He bunched the coat up and pulled her closer to him, Markov had found himself incredibly attracted to her many years ago. She was always beautiful, but after the tattoos something about her had become infinitely more fierce. Perhaps it was her goal, he hadn't the faintest idea, but it made her much sexier in his book. He pressed his lips to hers softly, kissing her tenderly but genuinely. He gave her lower lip a gentle bite before pulling away from her lips, looking her in the eyes the moon on accentuated her beauty. "I.. I'm sorry you're too attractive for me to contain myself," Markov said as he took a step away from her.
 
Hearing him enter the room had McKinley sitting up just a bit too watch him grab two overcoats. With a slight tilt of her head she took his hand and rose to her feet, "thank you, and you look very handsome." she said softly. Holding the coat loosely in her hands while she followed him out of the room. She didn't seem bothered that his hand hadn't released hers and when they entered the dark tunnel she was grateful for the guide. Her brows knitted together as her eyes adjusted to the light before she noticed he had gently taken the coat from her and fear holding it out so she could put it on. Turning her back to him she slipped get arms through and had just turned back to him with his gentle grip still on the coat when he suddenly tugged hey closer, not forcefully but it was sudden and had taken hey by surprise as she stumbled into his chest. Her body automatically responded to his gentle kiss as she kissed him back, a soft and nearly inaudible moan slipped through her lips when he bit down on her lip.

"I-it's fine...I don't think I mind that much " she murmured gently as she shifted from foot to foot. Quickly trying to change the subject "if the Lycans are out will probably be better to travel your way..." she said knowing good and well that it would be much faster that way but she also had to remember it would drain some of his energy. As her amber eyes flicked up for a moment to meet his beautiful green ones she took in his moonlit features which only made him that more handsome. She had always thought of him as handsome but she had never cared before and while it was difficult for her to admit things like that she could admit it to herself.
 
Markov too thought it was the better idea to travel his way. It was also the reason he had grabbed her an overcoat. At the altitude he usually traveled at it was much colder than on the ground. He took her compliment about him looking handsome in stride and made it seem as if he had barely paid any attention to it. But for some reason there was a wonderful ping about that word from her, as if she actually meant it and not just in the manner that she was worried for her life. Markov grinned and nodded his head, sweeping her off of her feet Markov hopped up to the side of the roof. His eyes scanned the nearby tree limbs looking to see if there was anything that could support the weight of two. Finding a branch that looked sturdy enough, Markov leaped upward towards a tree that was weaker leaping off of it the tree collapsed. But the tree had done it's job and given him a boost towards the tree limb he had targeted. The falling tree smashed into the abandoned shack destroying it in one fell swoop. Looking down at what he had just done, Markov shrugged his shoulders. "Oops," He said looking to McKinley's eyes. "You are just more and more gorgeous each time I look at you." Markov told her while she was in his arms.

From the crouched position he had landed in, Markov gathered his strength into his legs and pushed off into the sky. From where they were now, almost a hundred feet in the air the brisk temperature made Markov's breath visible. It also was an incredible view, from up there you could see that snow was coming in and that the village was already being blanketed. Markov focused on the village, and before they began to fall due to gravity he spoke the magic words that would send them flying. "Tempestatis!" he called out. For a second they seemed to hover in midair, then suddenly the woods around them blurred and the two of them blasted forward at an extreme speed. What would have taken them nearly an hour to walk down the hill to the village, they would cover in a matter of seconds. But Markov knew that the landing was going to be tricky considering there was snow on the ground. The spell Tempestatis was something that his previous lover had taught him how to use. The spell was originally intended for transporting objects, generally small ones; together her and Markov discovered a way to make it so that it was much more powerful.

Markov's previous lover was a Witch before she was a vampire, she had even inherited the blood of an Ancient which was taboo. This was what had given rise to the room that McKinley had stayed in, and likely would stay in again, to the spell he was currently using. Even most of the magic he possessed had been designed and given to him by the one who he had killed with his bare hands. He had much to thank her for, but a lot of other pain and issues that he had no idea were going to become a reality. If he had known even a portion of what was going to happen, Markov would have ended his own life in order to keep himself from her. Tempestatis required line of sight, or a mental connection in which you could see what another saw in order to transport the object or objects. The further the object had to travel, the faster it went as well. The place that Markov had 'selected' as their landing space was a small corridor behind a chapel coincidentally enough.

As they descended into the village, Markov braced himself for the landing and prepared for the worst. Which actually ended up happening, but as he had mentally prepared himself for Markov acted as if it were second nature for him. Both of his feet slipped out from underneath him, and at the speed they were traveling this sent him and McKinley tumbling. He still held her in his arms, and even tighter now as he didn't want her to get injured from his mistake. The two tumbled down the alleyway before Markov's back smashed into a stone wall of the chapel, he had most certainly taken all of the damage from the fall. Which for him was minimal, but for any human it would have been fatal and then some. Markov had cracked his head on the stone wall, and once he released his tight hold on McKinley he looked her over. "Not my best landing, but the snow made that more difficult, at least it's pretty," Markov said making light of the situation. Markov rose to his feet still holding McKinley in his arms, she was shoeless, but he wasn't unprepared. Markov was the most prepared vampire on the planet, he was also the most showy. Turning around, Markov looked to the splattered blood on the wall from the back of his head, the wound was completely healed already, but the blood was what he focused on. Drawing a symbol in the blood he placed his palm on the symbol and a flash of blinding light erupted outward. When the light subsided there was a pair of winter style boots, again; more magic from his past lover and more clothes from her closet. "Pretty sure you'll want these." Markov said to her with a smile before setting her to her feet.
 
Even though she had helped with the decision to travel by air she still wasn't ready for him to suddenly pick her up. A soft gasp escaping her lips as she was scooped up into his arms almost as if she was weightless. With her arms wrapped securely around his neck she watched with wide eyes as the tree fell on the old shack "But wasn't that you're home?" she asked in confusion before her cheeks began to heat up at his compliment "s-stop." she mumbled as she looked down not because she was shy but simply because she didn't think he was serious or he was doing it to get into her head and make her think differently. Holding on tightly she closed her eyes as he began their travel to the village. Having never traveled this way before made it a bit hard on her but it wasn't that bad until she felt the cops air whip at her face when they began the decent.

opening her eyes she watched as she was suddenly blinded by the snow as they crashed and skidded until he hit the building. With a small groan she sat up and rubbed her wrists. Gently she rose to her feet, her black hair painted with the pure white snow making her hair seem darker and her skin seem paler. Slowly rising to her feet she noticed the blood on the wall and cringed "are you're landings always that graceful?" she asked with a slight shake of her head. She didn't bother asking if he was okay or not because she knew the answer. Instead she steeled herself as her feet touched the cold snow. Taking the boots from him she wasted no time to get them on and once they were snug she looked up at him "I've never
been here before so I don't know anywhere with food so I'll just be following you." she said before shoving her hands into the coat pocket to keep them warm.

Even though they were in a populated village she couldn't help but wonder if the Lycans could be near by. Would Marov be able to fight them off or would they have to run because while she wasn't sure if he was going to kill her eventually or just keep playing with her she was sure that he would try to help keep her alive. McKinley thought back to the shack wondering if he had destroyed it on purpose or not. She also wondered where he, or possibly they, would be staying now. However it was the growling stomach that pulled her thoughts to the current situation, she was cold, hungry, and most of all sore from the previous nights.
 
Markov laughed at her teasing, it wasn't always like that. There was the snow, the additional weight, and not to mention the fact that he had gotten them within the city without being seen. "Most of the time I manage better, at least I broke your fall," Markov said giving her a gentle nudge. He could hear her stomach growling, and he knew it had been quite sometime since she had last eaten properly. Not to mention he had fed off of her, as well they had gone and had some amazing sex. All of that would be quite draining after being chased through the woods first by a vampire, then by lycans. If McKinley hadn't graciously offered up her own blood to Markov, he wouldn't even have been able to walk out of that shack by himself. Wrapping an arm around her body, Markov pulled her to him and used his free hand to brush the snow from her hair. Shaking the snow free from his coat, Markov looked around to make certain he didn't drop his money and when he had determined he had everything, he set out from the alley with McKinley in tow.

"Ah, no worries McKinley my dear. I have been around for quite sometime now, and as such I've made some very good friends and really bad enemies." Markov said to her, realizing she had become neither one of those at this point. She was more like a 'frienemy' to him. He didn't view her as a direct threat to his life and he had never, but he also didn't view her as someone he could just openly trust with every last detail of his existence. Markov still didn't want to tell her that her little sister was turned into a monster, and it was all his fault. He had killed the girl, and killed the normal life that McKinley would have had. All before he had even slain her with his own hands. In McKinley's understandable rage, she hadn't even noticed that Markov never fed off the young girl, he killed her. What sense would it have of made for him to just kill a small child without feeding?

Markov wasn't a 'familiar' face to the village they were in, but he was most certainly known by certain residents. Including the butcher, who Markov had saved his father and mother. The only reason he had done so, was because they had shown him kindness before they knew who or what he was. In order to live undetected and in the shadows of the world, Markov realized he would have to discard most of his regal appearances and become a dingy dirty transient. In the time he spent as such he had been shunned, thrown out of bars and inns alike. But a butcher and his wife in this very village one day had taken him in, that specific day was very much like this one. Cold, snowing and bitterly unfriendly. They brought him into their own home, gave him meat and a warm drink. Many years later, before the incident with McKinley he had returned to find the village being ransacked. Markov rushed to the butchers home and found it ablaze. Without hesitation the vampire reacted instinctively and rushed in to save the family. He was unable to save the home, but that was unimportant when all three of the people inside made it out alive.

That very same butcher and his wife went on to open up a butchery/bed&breakfast. Only the butcher's wife knew that Markov was not a human, and the only reason she knew was because the butcher had saved his infant son's life by covering him from a burning support beam that had fallen. And Markov lifted the burning support beam barehanded, and tossed it through a wall, no human could do such a thing. Nevertheless she respected him, thanked him and told him that he was welcome to come eat and stay at their home whenever he was in the area. They were the first humans to not fear him due to his supernatural origins. And thus Markov wanted to pay his friends a visit, he knew they were likely to be old and not remember him in the slightest, thus he had every intention of paying for his meal and the drinks. "I know of the perfect place to get some food for us," Markov told McKinley.

As they walked, the people in the streets were all staring at them, it was likely the fact that his eyes were so vibrantly green and she was so incredibly attractive. They both had a different radiance about them that wasn't your average pair, it was if they were the exact same personalities with two very different identities. Their walk only lasted a short three minutes, and when they arrived at the rather large two story bed&breakfast, Markov opened the door for McKinley. As soon as he opened the door the warmth from the fires hit his face and once McKinley stepped through the threshold Markov followed suit. On the base floor of the building it was your average bar and dining room. Tables lined the exterior walls, and at both ends of the room were two large fireplaces both burning wonderfully. Markov helped McKinley out of her coat and hung it on a coat rack by the door. The dining room was rather empty except for at the bar, where there was five people sitting and drinking. Each of them turned around to look at who had come through the door, and when they had ogled McKinley to their hearts desire they turned back to their drinks.

Markov took McKinley by the hand and interlaced his fingers between hers. He lead them to a table near to the fireplace but far enough that it wasn't going to be uncomfortably hot. The stout and young bartender and cook came over to the table once they had seated and brought them each a stone cup before filling it with water. When the man looked to Markov's eyes, he stopped and peered down at him. "Wait... Are you.... The man who saved my family when I was a baby?" He asked Markov. Markov's surprised expression was clear and evident, and he also was slightly embarrassed to have the man call him out like this in front of McKinley. "Hang on, my mother will want to see you!" The stout young man said before running off to the steps. He had come back down after only a couple of minutes and returned to behind the bar without a word to them. Markov looked to McKinley and smiled awkwardly, she knew of him as a monster, but others hadn't seen that of him, at least not all others. "So, I might be a little known here at this place, long story." Markov said.

After ten minutes or so had passed, Markov was growing impatient at the fact that he hadn't come back to them, but then an elderly woman stepped carefully down the stairs. She looked out across the room and when she saw Markov, she made a very loud excited noise and hurried over to him. Markov instantly recognized the short white haired woman who had gained some weight since he had last seen her. Standing from his chair she ran up and hugged him tightly, and Markov returned the gesture giving her a gentle pat on the back. "Markov boy! It's good to see you! I thought I would die before you returned to visit us, I am so happy that isn't the case!" She said as her eyes watered up just from seeing him. "And who is this lovely young lass you've brought with you? Your love?" She asked, "Haha, no she isn't my love, but she is special to me. McKinley this is Rebecca Glasglow, Rebecca this is McKinley," Markov said gesturing between the two of them. "Aww, come and give me a hug McKinley," Rebecca said before turning to the young man behind the counter. "JACOB! GET THESE TWO THE FINEST ROAST AND WINE! A WHOLE BOTTLE!" She shouted to him before gesturing for a hug from McKinley. As she hugged McKinley Rebecca whispered into her ear, "He's sweet on you, be careful he's quite the charmer!"
 
Just as McKinley was about to begin walking Marov put his arm around her and pulled her close. Slowly she peeked up at him as he brushed the snow from her hair, she had expected him to let her go when he was done but he didn't and instead began to walk with her stumbling behind. At the word enemy her nose crinkled slightly, they were supposed to be enemies. Her little sister was dead, the memory brought an uncomfortable pain to her chest and made the comfortable weight of his arm around her suddenly feel heavy. Her amber eyes quickly flicked down so she didn't see the people starring but she could feel their gazes.

Having spent ten years away from people she found the situation uncomfortable beyond words, all the stares had her skin crawling with discomfort. Walking into the little Inn wasn't any better. The men at the bar staring at her made her to uncomfortable that she moved a bit too hide behind Marov. When they turned around though her body automatically relaxed and she shrugged off the coat with his help. Instinctively she smoothed out the dress before her attention was pulled back to Markov as he held her hand, he seemed so calm and comfortable here.

Her silent curiousity was soon rewarded as they took their seats and he was almost instantly called out. Her eyes widened at the man's words, Markov saved a family? She almost wanted to laugh at the thought but the shock kept her silent. Well that was until the old lady came down hey face became hard, masking all emotions just like she had perfected. The old lady suddenly addressed her for a hug and when she turned away McKinley grimaced but only Markov would have seen it before she reluctantly rose to her feet and awkwardly hugged the woman she had never seen before.

McKinley's pale face heated to a light pink "Um I will?" she mumbled uncertainly. Markov wasn't sweet on her like the old lady said, no he was just playing with her until he was satisfied then he would kill her. At least,this is what she constantly told herself,not even possibly considering the fact that things could go differently then what she is expecting. Her eyes shifted to Markov giving him a look that told him that he better explain what the hell was going on.
 
As Mrs. Glasglow left their table side and hurried to behind the counter, Markov looked to McKinley who was starring at him with an expression that clearly said she was in disbelief and wanted to be made to understand. In her mind there was no possible way that he was a savior to a family, there was also no possible way that the woman's words were true or even remotely accurate. Markov himself wasn't sure what it was he felt for McKinley, while he had no interest in furthering the Hell her life had become. He definitely didn't know what, or why it was that he felt for his companion. She had spared his life, and it wasn't solely because he had spared her's, or saved it for that matter. Markov knew that he was going to need to explain the situation in detail to her, but before he could start talking Rebecca came back with two high quality glass goblets and a full bottle of wine, unopened and very chilled. She set the goblets down in front of either of them and before she could pour them a glass a bell sound rang out from the upper floor. Markov had known that there was something different about them and he knew now what it was. Her husband had been severely injured in the accident, enough so that he had needed to get his left leg amputated in order to keep healthy. "Go, and please let him know I am here and will come up to see an old friend," Markov told Rebecca who took his hand in her small frail hands before leaving the table.

Markov's attention turned to McKinley who still sat in a state of shock and or disbelief. Her expression was almost humorous and Markov had to keep himself from laughing at the way she stared at him. Breaking the wax seal on the wine bottle, Markov popped the cork from the bottle and took her goblet pouring her a cup. Doing the same for himself he set the wine on the floor as to keep it away from the heat as best as possible. Spinning the wine in the goblet he held it under his nose taking in the delicious scent of the alcohol. "So, I'll make this long story short and just give you the gist of it," Markov said before taking a long sip off his wine, he swished it around in his mouth before swallowing it. He gave a hum of appreciation as the alcohol slid down his throat into his stomach. Looking back up into McKinley's eyes, Markov took a deep breath and began to speak. "Before you and I ended up in this craziness. You were probably just being born or were very little, I happened to 'live' here. I was on the run from a specific group of my people and, the best way for me to hide was to act as if I had no home or place to live. I slept on the streets, and made certain my appearance was very ragged. The people who own this place, Rebecca and her husband had found me and took me in. I was only at their home for a few days but it was long enough for them to have practically accepted me as family. I helped at the butchery, cleaned the animals and even went to buy them with her husband. My past followed me here though, and I had to leave otherwise I was going to endanger them. But I had came back quite a few years later I was going to pay them a surprise visit and return the gesture of kindness when I found their home engulfed in flames. I found Rebecca outside laying on the ground screaming and crying, she told me her husband was still inside with their newborn child. Without a second thought I rushed in and saved him and the child, his leg was badly crushed and once he had come to he and I both agreed it needed to be amputated. Luckily they had the sharpest blades in town, and the fire was enough to heat a blade and close the wound. He was close to death for a whole week, I stayed here the entire time to help him so she could care for her son." He finished explaining. Taking a deep breath he exhaled and took a long drink from his wine, emptying his glass. He reached down and took the bottle pouring himself another glassful.

Markov was going to start speaking again when Jacob had approached the table plates in hand. He had sliced pot roast, mashed potatoes, boiled carrots and peas for the both of them. "Please, eat as much as you like, I have plenty more for the both of you," He said before starting to walk away. Markov reached out and took his hand by the wrist, the man who was in his twenties clearly knew who or what rather Markov was. As his reaction was to jerk his hand away in surprise and fear, but Markov laughed. "Easy my friend, if I had wanted to hurt you I would have done so when you were a baby. No, your mother will never accept money from me, and neither will your father. But you are understanding, and I would appreciate it if you took this from me to them." Markov said. Pulling a coin purse from inside of his coat, Markov placed it in the open palm of the man's hand. "Should help for your fathers treatments," "Thank you, thank you so much." Jacob said before leaving to behind the counter tears nearly welling up in his eyes.

Markov's attention turned to McKinley who was staring at him in disbelief. She had no idea how someone who she took for such an evil person, could have such a kind and generous side to him. She had seen him completely differently, and he had perpetrated it that way as it would have been far more difficult if she had known the truth then. It was possible for her to know someday, and perhaps it was a bad idea to thrust someone who had such a similar presence as his previous love into her space. But Markov had done so in order to keep her safe, he had done so in order for the both of them to make it out alive. "Don't give me that look, I'm not the monster you think I am," Markov said before cutting into his pot roast and piercing it with a fork, stuffing the meat into his mouth he chewed it and nodded his head in appreciation of the meat.
 
So many different emotions were going through her head at the moment, she didn't know if she was supposed to be surprised that he could actually be this kind to someone others like him would consider a meal or not. McKinley briefly glanced to her goblet now with wine in it and gently picked it up. She didn't dare take a sip yet, to mesmerized by his story to move, afraid that if she moved she would find out it was a cruel joke. Every word he spoke sank into her, a story she never thought she would hear from a monster like him and yet, she believed him. Maybe it was because of how the people reacted to him but she did believe him.

When his story was over she downed her drink in one gulp and held out her cup for more just as the young man who looked to be around her age returned with the food and once more net stomach growled lightly at the sight. McKinley had opened her mouth to say thank you for the food but was yet again shocked by Markov's act of kindness and quickly pressed her lips to a fine line and stared at him. Her stomach clenched at the thought that maybe she had been wrong about him this whole time until he said he wasn't the monster she thought he was.

She looked down and stared at her food as she frowned "Yes you are, I saw what you can do to a human." she whispered, her voice thick with emotions as save finally spoke. Her nails scratched at the table as her hands clenched into fists, her hands shaking slightly "I don't know what is going on here but these people must not know about the real you." she murmured a bit louder, so that he could hear her clearly before lifting her eyes. Her amber eyes shining with tears "The you that kills innocent 14 year old girls." she choked out, the hate that she had felt for him for so many years returning in a sudden flash of emotions but she was doing a good job at containing them and not blowing up at him.
 
Markov took the bottle in his hand again and filled her goblet as she spoke to him, there was venom in her words. Understandably so though, but the venom didn't burn or hurt him in the way she had intended it to. She was right, they didn't know the side of him that had slain children, they didn't know the side of him that had created a monster even the likes of his own Ancients couldn't handle. Markov had given everything in order to stop his creation, and yet he had to fall even further to put an end to everything she herself had created. "Of course," Markov responded to her as he set the bottle down. He kept his composure, wanting nothing more than to tell her that her own sister had become something less than human. But he couldn't, he couldn't stand the thought of her realizing the painful truth. In a way, Markov had killed her sister a long time before she had ever even been turned. Everything that had happened to McKinley and her family was due to his idiocy. "I was here long before the events that led to our lives being crossed, these people have no idea that I'm a murderer or a 'monster'," Markov said cutting another section of the roast from his plate. Markov put it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it down. Placing his knife and fork on his plate Markov pounded his drink and set the goblet back on the table.

Picking up the bottle he took a swig straight from it before setting the bottle down in front of McKinley. "Your opinion of me will never change, and I have accepted that, but it doesn't mean that is who I actually am. Even the most beautiful of creations have their hideous side. It just so happens that I wear mine on my exterior, where is yours?" Markov replied to her before scooting his seat back and standing. Markov looked to her amber eyes which had begun to glisten with tears. Markov left the table and headed for the steps to go visit with his old friend. Markov's ears picked up on some labored breathing and coughing coming from a room in the far back. For a normal person, the hall would smell no different than the rest of the building, but for Markov he could smell death imminent and lingering. Pushing the door open gently, Markov saw Rebecca leaning over a bed she was dabbing the forehead of an elderly man who laid in a bed the sheets pulled up around his chest. Markov stepped through the doorway and into the room closing the door behind him. He could tell that his friend was sick, and that he was dire condition. There was nothing that could be done for him except to make him comfortable until he passed. Or to end his suffering there and then. But that was not something he had any intention of doing or suggesting, they were a family and this was something they needed to address as a family.

As Markov approached from the door, Rebecca looked over her shoulder to see his piercing green eyes. She turned to her husband and kissed his forehead softly, Markov could see his eyes were closed and he figured this would be a one sided conversation. But to his surprise Rebecca not only got him awake, but he had requested to sit up and face Markov. Markov pulled up a chair from the nearby desk and sat in it in front of the bedside. Leaning forward Markov hugged his old friend gently, it was hard to see a man who was so strong and healthy in such dire shape. Releasing his hold on the man, Rebecca sat next to him to help support him. "Hello Max, it has been far too long since I had returned and I am very sorry for that," Markov said as he gingerly took one of the old man's frail hands in his. The elderly man smiled and shook his head slowly, his eyes were very jaundice colored and they were heavily hazy. It was clear he was on his last leg, no pun intended. Their talk lasted for nearly ten minutes before the old man was sent into a fit of coughing, the coughing resulted in blood being splattered on Markov's face. Assisting Rebecca, Markov helped Max back to a laying position and Markov leaned down giving the man's forehead a soft kiss. He knew it was going to be the last time he would see his old friend.

After he had returned the chair to it's original position, Markov exited the room and waited for Rebecca to do the same. Once she had closed and locked the door, she sealed the bottom of the door with a thick wool cloth and looked to Markov's face which had been misted with blood. "How long has he been sick for?" Markov asked, he took the blood stained cloth from her hands and wiped the crimson from his pale face. "Two years, it's really bad now though. We were short on money for his treatment last year and that's when it got worse," she told him. Markov could see the tears welling up in her eyes and so he took her into his arms and hugged her tightly. The old woman sobbed into Markov's chest and he stroked her white hair softly and slowly. She too knew that their life together was nearing it's end. Having stood in silence with the elderly woman for a few minutes, she released her hold on Markov and he did the same. She wiped the tears from her eyes and off her face, looking up to his eyes she smiled weakly to him. "I drew a hot bath for your lady friend and yourself if you so choose," she told him before heading down the steps.

Markov leaned against the wall and slumped down to a seated position. He knew he didn't have to worry about catching the disease that Max had. And they had taken many precautions to ensure that no one else was afflicted by it either by sealing off the room and keeping it well ventilated to the outside. Markov stared at the door, just thinking about all the wrong he had done, and how these people had helped to show him that he could be more than what he was in actuality. He had learned so much from them and had taken so much with him due to their kindness and hospitality. There was no other humans like these people, even though they knew he was a monster they still accepted the man that he was inside. Part of him wished McKinley could and would do the same, the other part of him wished she would just kill him. His thoughts went to her and to the fact that he had left her with an over half full bottle of wine. He'd figure he should tell her that there was a bath prepared for her, she was a woman and he figured she would enjoy the hot water and bath more than himself. Opening the door to the bathroom, Markov laughed seeing what Rebecca had done, she had taken freshly cut rose petals and sprinkled them into the water and on the floor around the cast iron tub, she had even lit a multitude of candles to give a soft illumination to the room. Closing the door Markov turned to head down the steps and inform McKinley of the hot bath.
 
McKinley's jaw clenched in frustration, he hadn't reacted the way she wanted. He remained calm the whole time. With a bitter grimace she downed her second cup of wine and stared down at her hands, she hadn't even touched her food, her anger making her forget about her hunger. As Markov rose from his seat and headed upstairs she closed her eyes, only a few tears fall down her cheeks before she angrily slammed her fist down on the table, having no other way to express her anger. Taking the bottle of wine from where he left it she took a long pull before setting it down and exhaling heavily. She wanted to be alone, she needed too. The low hum of nearby patrons chatter was beginning to fill her head with unease.

Rising to her feet quickly she thanked the man for everything and ran out of the little inn. Taking in a deep breath she allowed the crisp cold air to touch her lungs, it burned but it felt good. She didn't grab her jacket from the coat rack but she didn't feel the cold at the moment, turning on her heels she briskly walked down the side of the road. She had no idea where she was going to go but she wanted to be away from everyone, including Markov. The potential threat of Lycans being anywhere outside of the village never touched her mind as she left.

The sound of the snow crunching beneath her boots was much more comforting than people talking. Lifting her head up she looked around, taking in the beautiful sight of all the trees with snow on their branches. Some bowing under the weight while others were firm and strong. It wasn't long before her body relaxed and her pale skin was getting a redish tint to it, her nose and cheeks were a rosy color from the cold air. She almost felt like a single gust of wind would kill her but she had endured worse, her previous outfit had been just a short sleeve shirt and shorts with no shoes, she had survived in the winter in that before so she could handle some time in a dress in the cold. As her hands moved up and down her arms to warm herself a bit her fingers traced her tattoos absently, for the first time she was unaware of any movement around her. She wasn't trying to watch for a predator this time, now, she was just walking to enjoy it.
 
When Markov got to the foot of the steps he looked to the table where they had been seated. McKinley was gone, as he figured she would be. He let out a long sigh, as he knew that this was all because she was wishing he could have shown her family the generosity that he had shown theirs. But that was a specific case and scenario that was impossible for him to have of avoided with the mistakes he had made in the past. Markov wasn't even going to go after McKinley, she had left of her own volition. But when he looked to the coat rack he noticed that she had neglected to take her coat with her. Once again he let out a sigh, Markov as much of a monster he was, wasn't going to let a beautiful girl freeze to death out in the harsh cold. Sure she could use her body to get a warm place to sleep, but that wasn't the style of McKinley. She was too thick headed and skinned to admit that she was cold.

Markov walked to the coat rack grabbed his coat and scarf and put them on. Taking her coat he draped it over his forearm and turned to the bar. Walking up to it, he called over Rebecca and gave her a long hug. "You take care of your family for me, I won't be coming back around these parts as I don't think I'll be alive to do so," Markov told her before turning from the old woman who was fighting back tears and walked out the door. The snow was falling down at a pace which would cover tracks made from people walking.

Luckily enough for him, there weren't many people walking around at this time of night, and or in this weather. With a gesture of his hand the wind whipped around and blew the loose freshly fallen snow into the air. Footprints revealed themselves, and he recognized the size of boot print, and knew it was McKinley. Reaching up Markov gripped the edge of the roof and spun up onto the overhang. Looking down the road he could see there were more fresh prints further down. It was clear and obvious to him that she hadn't made it that far and was likely still in the vicinity of town. Markov's eyes then caught the glint of an object traveling through the air that wasn't snow. His eyes focused on the object and realized it was two objects, and they were moving at a high rate of speed atop the roofs of houses along the outer perimeter of town. With speed and accuracy Markov hopped from rooftop to rooftop trying to close the gap on the objects that were bouncing along the roofs like he was.

Once he was within distance to get a clear view as to what the moving objects were he instantly recognized one of the two. It was him, the same alpha that had ambushed them in the woods. They hadn't bathed, or cleaned up since the last time the two of them had been intimate. He obviously was tracking her by the smell of Markov that lingered within her. The other with the alpha was a lower class lycan, probably a new recruit brought along to prove himself to their cause by snatching up Markov's 'mate'. Markov hugged the peak of the snow covered roof and watched as they followed McKinley from the roofs. The alpha eventually separated from the other lycan and disappeared out of Markov's sight which had him seriously concerned for McKinley's safety. As the other lycan set himself up for an ambush, Markov knew it wouldn't be good to kill someone who was in the form of a human within the cities borders. So all he could do was wait and watch, he could only protect her if he had reason to do so.

From above on the roofs, the city looked like a maze of corridors and alleys, and it was incredibly easy to take one or two wrong turns and end up in multiple dead end alleys such as the one they had landed in from when he had made the jump here. Markov's attention was on McKinley as she headed directly for one of these dead end alleys, while his attention was drawn away from the lycan, it had begun it's transformation into the beast it truly was. Once McKinley reached the entrance to the alley and had noticed that it was a dead end, the lycan dropped down behind her. It raised a large clawed hand and was about to strike the female when the beast cried out in pain, and a spurt of blood sprayed McKinley's chest. A large metal barb had pierced through the lycan's hand perfectly in the center of it, at the end of the barb was a chain made from the same magic that Markov had cast and tied McKinley up to the tree with. The beast turned and spotted Markov, howling it leaped up at him. Markov blasted down from the roof to the beast and smashed into it midair, the two of them tumbled to the ground and the coat McKinley had forgotten drifted down and landed almost perfectly around her shoulders. Again Markov's simple way of showing off some.

Markov's hands held back the beasts large hands from tearing him to shreds, even though the beast was a fresh blood and Markov could tell, it had an alpha's strength. Thus it was able to lift Markov from the ground and slam him back down into the ground. It did this three times until Markov sprayed a mist of blood from his mouth and nose. His bright green eyes flashed to a golden color for a split second before his face tweaked into the monstrous form that McKinley had seen all those years prior when he had killed her sister. His fangs sharpened and he was forced into becoming what he hated. As the lycan attempted to slam Markov down once more, the vampire managed to bring his feet under his body and caught himself. The force of the lycan's strength still brought him down to one knee, temporarily though. Pushing back up to a standing position, Markov grinned wickedly before he slammed the lycan against the wall pinning it's back to the stonework. Releasing the beast's wrists, it immediately went into a slashing frenzy directed at Markov who seemed to float between all of it's attacks. The lycan hadn't even noticed that Markov had plucked the large metal spike from it's hand while it was attacking. When the lycan went for a strong bite, Markov spun around and pierced the lycan under the jaw and out the top of the skull with the spike. Markov wiped his face of the blood, his breathing was heavy and the cold air showed each deep breath he took.

Looking over to McKinley, his face was still twisted into the vampiric and horrifying shape. He bared his fangs at McKinley before Markov came back to. Covering his face with his hands, Markov shook his head violently back and forth. Turning he placed both hands palms flat against the wall and began to repeatedly slam his face against the stone. Markov didn't stop until his fangs snapped and he collapsed down to his knees breathing even harder than before. His face had returned back to the form that McKinley would have been accustomed to by now. From inside of his coat Markov produced her set of daggers and held them out to her in his right hand. "Kill me," He said to her in a soft defeated voice. The snow beneath Markov had become stained with blood, his face still dripping blood onto the ground at an alarming rate.
 
As McKinley walked along she was completely unaware of the threat looming over her head, literally. She had no destination in mind so when she ended up in a dead end alley she took a deep breath and stretched her arms above her head just as a thud sounded behind her, echoing around the walls surrounding her. The hair on the back of her neck rose at the sight of the Lycan in front of her before her body jerked back as she was suddenly sprayed with his warm blood. She stared at the beast with wide eyes before they both looked to his paw, before she had even seen him she knew it was Markov because of the chains. Immediately she remembered the pain he was in when she had first woken up and found him outside, she wanted to tell him to run, there was no point in saving her anyways, she had nothing to live for except him. McKinley watched in fright as the two began to fight and she was almost instantly enveloped in a new warmth, her coat that she had left behind.

This strange little gesture brought tears to her eyes as she watched uselessly, if she had accepted the hunters she could have learned magic and helped Markov but she didn't so she was just a human in the way causing him to get hurt. For a moment McKinley thought that Markov could hold the beast off and wind, until it picked him up and threw him down. McKinley cringed at the sounds and took a step back at the sight, Markov was becoming the very beast that the old woman didn't seem to think really existed inside of him but the very beast she had seen with her sister. McKinley had stopped breathing, holding her breath as the sounds of the two fighting and the sight of him brought back body shaking memories.

McKinley and her little sister had been out in the woods playing, it was the beginning of summer and it was the first warm day in a while, her sister Serena's favorite day. Serena had the same raven black hair McKinley had but her eyes were a striking blue like their mothers. Serena was a very artistic child with a wonderful imagination and would often ask McKinley if they would be able to fly like birds some time, to be free to go where you want and just fly free, but this day was different. Serena wasn't as perky as she usually was, she was quieter and simply watching everything around her, almost as if she knew someone would be coming. What happened next had forever scarred McKinley's mind, something she wanted to forget but maybe it was time for her to accept it. Her sisters bright blue eyes looked to be an off color of her own, gold instead of Amber, and that was when Markov came. Serena hadn't even tried fighting back, she only smiled as he killed her and McKinley only watched just like she was now but unlike last time she had a voice now.

McKinleys body swayed unevenly as Markov shoved the metal spike through the Lycans head, she could feel the fluids she had consumed wanting to come back up as she dropped to her knees. Her hazy gaze lifted to meet his just as he pulled his lips back to bare his fangs, a quick but sharp scream escaping as the warm tears trailed down her cheeks. She dropped her head into her hands as he continued to slam his own against the wall, her shoulders shaken with broken sobs even as he produced her daggers to her which she quickly snatched up but she didn't act the way he wanted, she didn't kill him, she could barely move.

"No..." She cried, her voice cracking as she shook her head and threw her daggers down with another scream but this time with frustration "No! No more killing!!! I'm not going to kill you!" She gasped, her eyes on the red snow, too scared to meet his gaze. Her fellow body was shaking but not from crying or the cold, she was trying not to scream again, she was trying to remain calm as she felt her stomach turn over again but she bit it down "I can't." She choked out slowly as her shoulders dropped in defeat.
 
Markov's face had already begun to fix itself. The healing process had been slowed due to his fangs breaking. Which would likely take months, maybe even years for them to grow back properly. The appearance his face had taken was also back to normal, the face that she would have associated with the side of him that had ravaged her in bed, and that had saved her twice now from the lycan threat. As she threw her daggers down onto the ground and screamed at Markov, at the whole situation he looked at her wide eyed. She wasn't going to kill him? She was tired of the killing? She had become a Huntress for the sole reason of hunting him down and killing him. She was willing to go through so much, change so drastically all for the sake of ending his life, but now that she had him here in a state of complete weakness. ASKING for her to kill him nonetheless, and she was refusing to do so. Markov watched as her shoulders dropped and she seemed to sob silently in her inward defeat. The still bleeding Markov scooted along the snow and took her in his arms. Pulling her off the snow, Markov leaned back against the stone wall and sat her on his lap. Wrapping his coat around her bare legs, Markov rubbed them softly trying to comfort her and warm her all at the same time.

The vampire took in a deep breath and exhaled looking up, he could feel the blood running down his neck and into his shirt. He could feel his cheekbones reforming from their crushed state, he figured now would be as good of a time as any for him to tell her what had happened all those years ago. And so Markov began to speak, he explained to her how when he was young, he had met a Witch. She was running from the rest of her kind, she had shown humans the ways of magic, and was to be killed for that. He explained how he had found the young woman and she had charmed him with her spells and appearance. It wasn't magic that made him bound to her, it was a connection of something unlike anything he had experienced prior. Markov told her how he had tried to defend her when her fellow Witches had come to take her back and execute her. After having killed seven of the twelve, the remaining five Witches tried to kill Markov off, but she prevented them from doing so at the cost of her life. Markov decided that it would be impossible for him to live without her so instead of allowing her to die, Markov sired her and brought her over to his world. This of course ended up becoming disastrous as she had gained access to powers beyond anything Markov had even begun to imagine.

Then the story came to the portion of time where she decided that she wanted the children that Markov wouldn't give her. So she went about using her magic to find others who would be perfect vessels for her soul. Should one of her bodies die, she was going to go about and select an infinite amount of vessels throughout time to make it so she could jump from body to body. "This is where... The story will get hard for you." Markov warned her, he took another deep breath, clearly not sure about what he was going to say to her. "Your sister was one of those perfect vessels. As you would have been too old for her to cast her spell onto your subconscious your sister was not. She would have grown up to be almost an identical version of you, and you happen to fit into all of those clothes perfectly. Just like your sister would have of, your sister also would have had a natural affinity for magic. Which means you should too," Markov said his mind getting slightly off track as he began to realize some things that even he had missed over these years. "I've killed over thirty children, all of them to keep her from coming back to life after I killed her. She had plans of taking over the world, becoming the Queen and King of it, and I didn't want that to happen," Markov said ending his tale, still holding onto McKinley. "I'm sorry..."
 
McKinley didn't resist as he pulled her onto his lap, she actually cuddled closer for more warmth. As she listened her body continued to shake but she had fallen silent "I saw her eyes....when you..." she had to pause to take a quick breath "Her eyes changed when you came...they were gold like yours and she...she smiled like...she knew." McKinley was obviously forcing the words out without crying. Her chest hurt. With a small whimper she turned so her face was buried in the warmth of his chest as she stifled her cries. She would have much rather have put that fate on her own shoulders but then there was no telling what would have happened with her sister.

Slowly McKinley shook her head and wiped her eyes "I never wanted to know how, I didn't want to be different like she did." she murmured and suddenly felt a chill run down her back as he gave her a number. It was something she didn't need to know but she felt a bit better now that she did. McKinley slowly looked up at Markov when he apologized "I'm sorry to, I thought you were something you're not and our angered me to see how nice you could be, I....I don't want to fight you anymore. I'm done." she murmured before lowering her head in defeat. She had had plenty of opportunities to kill him now and she hadn't taken it. She felt like she couldn't.
 
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