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Complexity
By : TwilightScribe
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Title: Complexity

Fandom: Twilight series

Pairing: eventual Marcus/Seth

Part: XII. What's Left Behind

Prompt: 009. past

Words: 2121 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.

XII. What's Left Behind
“The leader of the Romanian coven was my sire.”
The year that Marcus turned twenty-eight was the year that his entire life was turned upside down and torn apart violently. It was the year where he lost everything. It was the year his life ended.
It had started well, he'd been given a job – which was something that he desperately needed – and he wasn't too picky about who his employers were. Given where he lived, he wasn't too surprised that the coven of vampires who were the ruling class had elected to choose him as their librarian and translator. For one, not many people had need of someone with his particular skill set since they either couldn't afford it, or it wasn't necessary at all to their lifestyle.
However, the Romanian coven were known to be a little eccentric at times, and they were also the most cultured individuals probably within the entire land. In a way, Marcus was relieved that he would be working for them. That was because they hadn't made any stipulations or rolled up their nose at his sickly younger sister.
Katia was young at the delicate age of fifteen. Their mother had succumbed to complications from her difficult birth only a few days after, and that had left her in the care of her older brother and a very distant father. She'd nearly been married off because their father couldn't be bothered to look after her, but when the knowledge that she wasn't of the strongest constitution had been made known to the man who had intended to marry her, the marriage had been called off.
Their father hadn't been too pleased about that, but then illness had claimed him a few months later, leaving the two youngster alone.
Marcus had done everything he could to make sure that his sister was as well taken care of as possible, and he'd often relied on the good natures of those in their home village to look after her when he was dedicated to his language studies alongside the priests who called the local churches home. Sometimes it was difficult to get his hands on certain manuscripts, but since many of the churches had the vampire coven as patrons, it wasn't often that they were lacking in materials.
Later, Marcus wondered whether or not they'd been grooming him for the day which they'd pluck him from his home in the world of humans and drop him – and Katia – right into the midst of theirs.

.:-o-:. .:-o-:. .:-o-:.
“Brother.” Katia was sitting in her bed in his study, blankets pulled up around her waist to ward off the evening chill since she was only in a light night shift. “Will you write me? Will you be able to visit?”
He smiled at his sister as he set aside his quill and paper onto which he'd been translating some poetry for her to read on the nights when he was gone, “That I cannot answer Katia, we will have to see how things go, but I hope that I will be able to come and visit you.”
She is the only family I have left; the only one left who I care about.
“But if you cannot, then you will write me? Surely they would allow you that much.” Her delicate and pale face was turned into a frown, and it caused Marcus' heart to ache to see her look so unhappy. It didn't match well with the dark circles under eyes; she hadn't slept properly in days.
“I am sure that I will be able to give you that.” He had no plans to cut off all ties to his sister; she needed him, desperately so. “But while I am gone, you will behave and help out Gryta while I am away?”
She smiled wanly back at him, “Of course I will, but I fear that I will not be of much help to her.”
That much was true, but it wasn't a topic that either sibling was willing to broach. Katia's weak constitution meant that she fell ill easily, and she'd been ill when they'd left their small village for the city-town which Marcus' new employers called 'home'. The move hadn't been easy, and her health had steadily deteriorated over the journey. Gryta wasn't too confident that Katia would live past the year's mark. It just wasn't something which Marcus wanted to think about; Katia had been in his life since almost as far back as he could remember, and he loved her dearly.
“Well, I think that Gryta will be able to find something that you can do.” Marcus gave his sister a smile, and turned away from his work completely. “Perhaps you can do some of that embroidery you are so talented at; you do have the best work that I have ever laid eyes on.”
“Sometimes Marcus, I think you only say these things to keep my spirits up,” she turned away from him and stared out the window into the darkness of the night. “But I still enjoy it no matter what your motive is for saying them.”
“It will be a long day tomorrow.” Marcus stood up, dusted his pants off a little before moving to sit on the edge of Katia's bed, “I will come see you before I leave, but you should sleep well tonight. You need your rest to keep up your strength.”
“Of course.” She smiled and inclined her head slightly. “You will need your rest more then I since you have a long day ahead of you while I have nothing but more rest ahead of me. So go and sleep now Marcus, I will be fine.”
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Katia's brow, “Sleep well my dear sister.”
“To you as well.”

.:-o-:. .:-o-:. .:-o-:.
Stefan was – to put things mildly – an incredibly beautiful man. He was pale like all vampires, but on him the color of his skin looked natural, as though it had always been that way. But his lips surprisingly still held just the faintest traces of rose that had lingered from his years spent as a human, although, there didn't seem to be anything besides his own beauty that he had carried with him into his vampiric life.
He had very fair blond hair which was rather long and looked as though someone had gone at it for a while with a pair of shears or a knife because of how rough all of the layers were. It fell straight around his face, framing the delicate features. His eyebrows were narrow above a pair of almost unusually shaped eyes that seemed foreign in the land he was familiar with. Other then that, his features were delicate and narrow.
His presence in the vampire coven's castle brought Marcus to wonder over why he had been turned.
But that wasn't all that Marcus noticed about Stefan. The vampire was manipulative and cruel with an authoritative streak to him which Marcus felt just couldn't be dominated. He was very surprised to find out that Stefan wasn't considered the top leader of the entire coven of vampires who had ruled over his people for many decades.
That honor belonged to Vladimir, but Marcus wouldn't meet him until two months after he'd arrived at their castle.
For his own safety, apparently, two of the coven's vampires had been volunteered as his bodyguards. Their names were Raewynn – and it was obviously not her real name – and the other was Kasen.
Raewynn had long dark brown hair that fell in soft waves about her face and down her back. And even though she was pale, her skin still held the barest traces of her original tone. Her nose was narrow as was her face, and her features were delicate and beautiful. But it was obvious that she wasn't of European descent; her features were that of Asiatic origin. That was what made Marcus doubt that Raewynn was really her name.
As for Kasen, he was tall, pale, and there was the faintest trace of a scar on his left cheek. His hair was short and was a dark, dirty blond. Next to Raewynn, he looked as though he was a giant as she was small in comparison to all of the other members of the coven.
Even Katia would have been taller then her.
But what truly surprised Marcus about his two vampiric bodyguards was the deep connection they shared with the other.
Katia had called it 'intuition' and Gryta had warned him that it bordered on being witchcraft, but Marcus had always been able to somehow instinctively tell what the relationships of those were around him. He could tell usually from a single glance or just a feeling of whether or not a marriage was happy if he saw a woman out in the street with her husband, or whether a family was happy just by looking at them or being in the same room. It was just something that he'd always been aware of, but he'd never really looked into using it for his own gain.
The one time that he'd used it for almost selfish means was when he'd looked into his sister's relationship with her almost husband.
They weren't a match. Katia would have been unhappy.
So when Marcus first saw Raewynn and Kasen in the same room together when he'd been organizing the many books and scrolls of the coven's library, he'd almost fallen off his stool at the strange array of sensory information that he got. The bond between the two of them was strong, stronger then any relationship he'd ever had the luck to observe between humans.
Whatever bond it was they shared, Marcus could see that the two of them had been together for years – possibly decades or centuries – and that if anything were to tear them apart, they would find each other again. But if they were permanently separated, such as if one of them was destroyed or killed, then the other one would simply cease to exist.
Marcus found himself jealous of their connection, of what they shared. He wanted something like that for himself or at least, one day he would.

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“Raewynn says that you have a gift which may be... of use to us.”
Vladimir's voice was deep, deep and smooth, speaking of dangerous and reassurance all at once. Clearly the vampire was one who you didn't cross and expect to live after. He also radiated his own aura of power that was almost tangible in how strong it was, how potent his very presence was.
There was no way that you would deny Vladimir something; he would get what he wanted, what he desired. That was how he had brought Stefan into his fold.
As it turned out – much to Marcus' own shock and almost horror – the two of them were more then just the leaders of the coven; they were lovers.
Or, as the vampires referred to such a relationship, mates.
Marcus swallowed, feeling incredibly nervous all of a sudden, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, “I am afraid I do not know what you speak of.”
“Your letters to your sister have revealed that you possess the ability to 'see' the relationships of others,” Vladimir replied in an almost lazy tone. Absently, one of his hands stroked through Stefan's hair who was sitting on the large throne beside him, head resting on the older vampire's shoulder. “You may not realize it, but your gift would be immensely useful to us.”
“If that is all you need of me my lord?” Raewynn bowed from her position just inside the doors of the huge and ornate throne room.
Vladimir dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
Once it was just the three men, he returned his full, scrutinizing attention back onto the human man standing in front of him. A smirk slowly spread across his face.
“Of course, you will not have much of a choice in the matter. If what Raewynn has informed us is true, then you will join us, whether you are willing or not.”
Stefan then spoke up for the first time, “Your sister has not much longer to live, her illness has progressed, you would not want to shorten her life even further, would you?”
“Leave Katia out of this.”
“If that is what you want, then you must join us.”
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