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Complexity
By : TwilightScribe
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Title: Complexity

Fandom: Twilight series

Pairing: eventual Marcus/Seth

Part: X. Into the Light

Prompt: 002. your choice - new

Words: 2964 words

Summary: Volterra was his prison, an entire city, but it didn't make up for the fact that he was alone and tortured. There had to be something to make this death sentence worthwhile.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight series, and I don't claim to own it either. It belongs to Stephanie Meyer, and I only write these things to satisfy the muses and make nothing from it.

X. Into the Light
After Seth spoke, a silence fell over the room. The young wolf was still having some troubles focusing his thoughts enough to get out anything coherent, much less something which sounded halfway intelligent. He just wasn’t sure what to say…
Marcus, on the other hand, had frowned when Seth had let slip those two words. Beautiful? Him? He just couldn’t bring himself to believe that someone had actually called him that, because no one ever had, not even she had spoken those words before. He wasn’t sure if he could believe them, whether or not they were true, because he just couldn’t consider the possibility that he was, as Seth had said, beautiful.
“I…” Seth swallowed, trying to gather his thoughts. When Marcus moved to step out of the light, a dark look on his face, Seth automatically assumed that he’d said the wrong thing and he quickly moved to the vampire’s side.
Taking Marcus’ hand in both of his, Seth clasped it tightly and peered up into his eyes, hoping that nothing in his own would give away any of the confused feelings that were rushing through him right at that moment.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to –”
“You – you really believe that?” Marcus was still in shock, but when he looked into Seth’s honest eyes, their bright hazel staring into his own dark red ones. He could see the worry in them, and knew suddenly that Seth thought he was rejecting him, that Seth believed he was the one at fault for his reaction.
Seth blinked, confused, “Yeah, I do.”
Warm fingers tightly clenched the cold hand, and Marcus looked down at them, marvelling at how different they were. Whereas he was cold and dead, Seth was warmth and life. It was a stark contrast, but one that caused his heart to swell in his chest. Whatever it was about Seth – and he knew what he wanted from the young man and what he felt – that made Marcus feel alive again, it was something soothing and relaxing. But still...
Do I really deserve you? Why does it feel like you were meant to be mine?
His free hand rose of its own volition, fingers brushing across Seth’s cheek for a moment before cupping it in a more substantial touch. Marcus leaned in a bit, unaware that he had done so.
For a few moments, Seth was absolutely sure that Marcus was going to kiss him and he wasn’t sure whether or not he could cope with that. In fact, he wasn’t too sure what he thought of the whole thing, but one thing was for sure.
He knew that he wouldn’t regret it.
But then Marcus seemed to snap back to himself and he just smiled softly at the young wolf, letting his eyes flutter closed. He let out a soft exhalation of breath, still throwing prisms of light on the walls and on Seth’s face.
The blast of cool breath across his face took Seth by surprise. It was a sweet smell, not sickly sweet, but a rich kind that kept one coming back for another whiff again and again. It was nearly enough to knock Seth off his feet, but he was able to stay on his feet, but he did feel a little bit dazed from the experience.
It was just a lot to take in.
For one, Marcus in the light was... well it was nothing like what he'd imagined. Seth had been thinking that it would be something drastically crazy, like he'd suddenly start looking like a zombie or something like that, but this... this was the complete opposite of what he'd thought. For one, it was beautiful.
The vampire's skin sparkled as though it was embedded with thousands of crystals which were reflecting the light which shone in through the window. It threw the light into thousands of tiny rainbows on the walls, floor, and ceiling. Thinking over it, Seth could get used to the sight of it.
“It's not what I expected, but I can get used to it,” Seth replied evenly and with a small smile. “And I believe in what I said, otherwise I wouldn't have said it.”
Marcus was pleasantly surprised, but he returned Seth's smile with one of his own. It was most likely the strangest reaction he'd ever gotten. “Thank you... you don't know how much this means to me.”
Seth shook his head a little, pulling away from the vampire to go and flop down on the couch, he spoke over his shoulder, “It's not a bad thing that you sparkle in the sun. Oh god, that really doesn't sound right.”
“I suppose it isn't exactly a very masculine description, but I suppose that it is better than death or burning in the sun.”
“Ha! That's true.”

.:-o-:. .:-o-:. .:-o-:.
“Can I take you up on that offer of going into Volterra with me tomorrow?” Seth ventured as he watched Alec pick up the tray which held the empty dishes of what had been his dinner and left the two of them alone in Marcus' sitting room.
Marcus frowned, “Heidi should have returned by tomorrow evening, so yes, I think that we should be fine. If that is what you would like.”
The vampire wouldn't deny that he was a little afraid of spending so much time with Seth when he was as thirsty as he was. He knew that Seth had a distinctive smell – one which Marcus would be able to recognize anywhere – and while it wasn't a constant temptation to him, it was a smell that he knew he wouldn't be able to resist it if it was ever spilled.
To put it simply, he loved how Seth smelled.
“You need some more modern stuff in the library,” Seth commented. “I've got nothing against the classics or older books, but some variety would be nice.”
The two of them had settled down on the couch in the sitting room, relatively close together, with a fire lit in the fireplace in front of them which Marcus had started when the sun had started to slip behind the far part of the Volturi palace, which plunged a blood red color across the room. However, the two of them were tucked far enough away from the window that Marcus no longer sparkled in the light which entered the room.
Alec had removed the ties from the curtains, allowing them to fall across the huge wall of glass, cutting off the ends and framing the courtyard in pale rose.
“Is there anything in particular that you would like?” Marcus knew that any books Seth wanted would have to be ordered in since the two small bookstores in Volterra only stocked ones that were in Italian.
“I'm not really sure; I'd just like to look around and see what the selection's like,” Seth replied, his tone low and quiet and full of pain when he continued. “I had to leave all of my books at home when I came here, so I'd like to get as many of them as I can. Or at least the ones that I liked the most.”
Marcus mulled over that bit of information for a little before speaking, “All of the books that will be in stock will be in Italian; a special order will have to be put in in order for them to be in English.”
“I figured that something would have to be done,” Seth muttered with a shrug. “That's not going to cost too much, is it? I really don't like the idea of you dropping a fortune on me.”
“Heidi did that already, why are you so stubborn about letting me do the same? And I highly doubt that it would be quite as much as what she spent on you.” Marcus shifted a little in his seat on the couch, one arm stretching across the back of it as he watched the light of the fire flicker on Seth's features; bringing a warmth to them that made the young man seem so alive and soft.
Seth shrugged, and he blushed just a little, “I've never liked the fact that all of my vampire friends love to splurge on me. Alice would make a huge deal out of my birthday or Christmas... I just learned to never ask about the price tag.”
For a few moments, a silence fell before Seth continued, “It's actually really hard for me to believe that I'll be nineteen in just a few months... I keep expecting that I'll wake up and none of this will have happened.”
Marcus felt his heart sting for a moment at that; he couldn't imagine not meeting Seth. His entire future became uncertain and a desolate, empty place without the young man. But he knew that if he never had met Seth, then he would have continued on his path of being the most apathetic being in the entire world; he wouldn't have cared for anything going on around him, not even the murders.
It would have just been another tiny, insignificant blip on his radar.
But he chose not to say anything, because it would seem heartless and selfish of him to tell Seth just how glad he was that the wolf was in his life now.

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Alec watched the young wolf sleep. He couldn’t find anything in the innocent countenance of the wolf that gave him any indication at all of what it was that drew Marcus to him so; that made the ancient vampire so passionate about keeping him happy and safe. He’d never seen such dedication in any of his kind before – the Cullens and mated couples not included – but he didn’t really believe that that sort of relationship could exist, at least, not between Marcus and Seth.
Their kinds were, after all, supposedly hated mortal enemies. And yet, here Marcus was willing to risk his position in the Volturi’s heart of power in order to keep a young man – a shape-shifter no less – safe and protected from others of his kind. To Alec, it didn’t make any sense.
Alec liked his logic, he liked his reasoning. It was all that kept him sane in his world.
He didn’t get to have the security which came with having a mate. But then, many of the Volturi guard would never get to have that honor because of how protective and possessive Aro could become of his ‘prizes’. That meant that whatever little chance he had of finding that one special person was destroyed almost completely. It was slim to none that he would find them.
But then again, not even Chelsea could tie him to Volturi if his mate was destroyed by them. After all, the connection between mates ran deep and couldn’t be altered by any gift that any vampire possessed.
But... whatever was happening between Marcus and Seth, he didn’t think that it was simple infatuation or curiosity.
After all, he knew that Marcus had lost another vampire – a beautiful female – who he had loved deeply to the intrigues of Volturi politics. However, he could deduce from what little he did know about the two of them was that they hadn’t been mates because if they had, then Marcus wouldn’t still be with the Volturi. Hell, he wouldn’t even still exist.
So Alec watched as Seth slept, making note of every slight change in his expression, every move he made as he slept as tried to make sense of whatever it was that was happening between the two of them.
He wasn’t so sure that he could believe that they were mates; that they were just destined to be.
But he respected Marcus; he was the only one who had ever treated Alec as a real person and not as just a new pet, a new toy. He had never been Aro’s favourite; that was a position which belonged to Jane alone, and she wouldn’t hesitate to destroy him if he ever took that away from her.
Sometimes he believed that his sister really was blind. She was so desperate for love and attention, someone who would appreciate her and her sadistic pleasures, than she would be happy. Her devotion to Aro was because of their shared love of inflicting pain and suffering on others, manipulating them for her own selfish enjoyment.
And when she’d found Aro, someone who believed she was a perfect little doll, someone to be treasured and revered, the power of the position and all that position entailed had gone straight to her head. He and his sister had been close, yes, but that didn’t mean that he approved of any of the choices or decisions that she made in their life – if one could call it that – with the Volturi.
“You and I have chosen different paths. You would follow Aro to the ends of the world and back, and I would sooner desire his destruction. But I would do what you would do for Aro for Marcus. Whatever he asks of me, I will do it. Without question.”
Jane hadn’t been pleased with his choice, but he’d made it and he would live with the consequences of it. There was no way that he would betray Marcus, not when he was entrusted with something so precious to the ancient vampire; because he knew that Seth was special, someone who needed to be protected and watched over, even if he didn't like it.
The sleeping youth had done something which no one before him had been able to do; he’d brought life back into Marcus. He had breathed life into a soul that had been empty before, and then given that shell of a man a sense of purpose once again. Seth was more than just a shifter who had been traded to the Volturi in exchange for the safety of his people and more, he was Marcus’. There would never be any debate on that.
He might not have been at first, but when Marcus had first laid eyes on the young man, then that’s when the claim had been laid. Neither of them might have known it then, but Alec had seen all the warning signs, all of the signals. That was how he could now draw the conclusion.
If Aro were ever to harm Seth, then he would drive a wedge between himself, the Volturi, and Marcus that would never be repaired. Not even Chelsea’s gift would be able to repair the damage that would be done by that harm.
Which put killing Seth forever out of Aro's reach, because if the young wolf was to ever die by Aro's hand or another of the Volturi on his orders, then Marcus would die too and nothing would be able to hold the ancient vampire to existence.
“Tsk.” Alec shook his head, clearing it of that train of thought even though he could have devoted the entire night to it if he wanted to. But it had been depressing him since for so long he'd been longing for the very same thing which Marcus now possessed, and that wasn't good. When he was depressed, he was irritable, and that wouldn't go over too well with the young man.
So he instead turned his thoughts to the murders which were now plaguing the Italian countryside around Volterra.
Alec shared Marcus' belief that this wasn't just a newborn who had gotten away from their sire since if it was, then there should have been more attacks, more murders. Even if the few vampires in Italy chose targets close to Volterra, they knew better then to make them so discriminate, and even when they were as discreet as possible, the Volturi always knew that they were in the area.
Whoever was involved with this mess had to be someone more experienced with the upper echelons of the vampire hierarchy. They also had to have just come here from somewhere else, because all intelligence which Alec had and knew of stated that there weren't any mature vampires operating in the nearby area.
So whoever is doing all of this senseless killing is a foreigner... and they're doing it to gain our attention. Alec frowned, because that last bit didn't make sense.
No one sought out the Volturi. And no one provoked them. It was that simple and that was how things had been for centuries since they had usurped the power of the ruling class from the Romanians...
Marcus had joined them shortly before that, and he had been the key to their undoing. He had revealed all of their secrets, their plans, everything, to them which had been what guaranteed the Volturi their swift victory over them. Marcus had once been a member of the Romanian coven, but he never talked about his time spent with them; all of the information which had been gleaned from him had come from Aro's gift.
The Romanian coven.
The Romanians had been the ones who had exposed their world to humans, had helped to shape the myths which followed. They'd never hid what they were from their mortal subjects, and there were many who were dazzled by that, just as how there were many who were horrified at their inhumane treatment of others – including other vampires. But they had possessed a certain level of refinery which had to be respected.
No one might have liked them, but the Romanians were definitely to be feared and respected.
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