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Complexity
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Title: Complexity

 Fandom: Twilight series 

Pairing: eventual Marcus/Seth

Part: XVI. A Time of Violence, Part 2

Words: 5445 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.

XVI. A Time of Violence, Part 2
Alec’s voice shattered the silence, jolting Seth into action. He tore down the aisle to the left of the little sitting area, pushing down on the little cherub statue which made the bookcase in front of him open just a little. Grabbing at the hidden handle, he pulled it all the way open and slipped out of the library, letting the door close behind him.
Marcus had shown him the little secret door weeks ago as a short cut for avoiding having to go through the main halls of the palace. The intent had originally been to avoid having Seth run into Jane, but in case of emergencies it could be used as an escape route. With all of the murders that had been going on and Marcus’ suspicions of the Romanians involvement, he’d been taking no chances. He’d instructed Seth where most of the secret passages and escapes were in the palace and how to get to them or open to them and where they led.
The one behind the mirror led up into an empty alley in Volterra; with almost the entire Volturi coven there, it was probably safer than anywhere else in Italy.
Running down the hall, he pulled open the door to Marcus’ study – not bothering to close it behind him – and made a beeline for the huge mirror that was hanging on the wall. With fumbling fingers, he found the hidden mechanism, and the mirror popped out of its frame, revealing a narrow staircase that led down. Without hesitating, Seth stepped into the passage, and closed the mirror behind him.
It was pitch-black, and even with his superior eyesight, it still took a few seconds for Seth’s eyes to adjust enough for him to start running down the stairs as fast as he possibly could without tripping.
Eventually, the staircase levelled out into a narrow tunnel which made a sharp turn right at the bottom. The wall was so unexpected that Seth ran into it, winding himself just a little; he didn’t let that stop him and continued running down the passage way, trailing his fingers along the walls to guide him.
Luckily the passage was relatively straightforward and eventually Seth’s fingers came into contact with rusted metal. Letting his fingers explore it, he realized that it was a rusty ladder set into the stone. Grasping the first rung tightly, he hauled himself up the ladder. His head connected with the trap door with a slightly painful thud, and after a little fumbling with one hand he found the latch and cautiously opened the door.
Peering around the small, dusty room that he found himself in, Seth could see moonlight filtering in through the boards on a nearby window along with the lights from the building across the street. Climbing out of the tunnel, he closed the trapdoor carefully behind himself and took in his surroundings.
There were no signs of anyone having been in the room recently, in fact, the inch of dust on the floor and on all of the sheet-covered furniture attested to that. No one had probably been in this room for years, and it was probably owned by the Volturi.
Seth couldn’t hear any suspicious noises coming from anywhere in the place either, which meant that he was alone. He heaved a sigh of relief at that before realizing that even if he was safe now didn’t mean that he was going to stay that way.
There was still the chance that an enemy could come after him either through the same passage that he’d used to escape the palace – unlikely unless they had a tracker on par with Demetri in their possession – or they’d search for him; a lone person in an abandoned house was practically a beacon.
He could either stay in the house and be cornered, or he could venture out into the city and hope that he ran into one of the Volturi guard. Neither option was all that great, but Seth was terrified of staying by himself all alone in that little house just waiting to be cornered by some unknown enemy.
Eventually he went over to the window and peeked out. The street was completely deserted and all of the doors were shut and locked tight; even the little café that Seth could just make out on the street corner was completely shut up. A glance at his watch told him that it was just a little past eleven.
The deserted street outside didn’t bode well, of that Seth was sure.
But venturing out into the night was probably an even worse idea then just sitting still and waiting for the situation to blow over. He’d be more at risk to be targeted; Marcus had mentioned that he did smell strongly of the Volturi and that painted a huge target on his back. Going out into the city was just a bad idea.
So all he really could do was wait and hope that Alec was alright and that Marcus would show up and tell him that everything was alright and that he could go back.
His heart was thundering in his chest as he settled in to wait.

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A loud bang shattered the silence.
Seth immediately snapped to attentiveness; he’d been drifting off for the past hour or so since nothing had happened. And even though he’d tried to keep himself alert, the monotony of the silence eventually got to him and he’d started drifting off. The adrenaline had long since worn off, leaving him with a strange sense of exhaustion.
Now, though, it was thudding heavily in his veins, and he was on his feet, back to the window. The noise had come from one of the other rooms in the house, of that he was sure.
He didn’t get much time to think further on the matter, because within just a few seconds of the first bang, the door to the room which he was in was opened.
Inhaling sharply, Seth took in the man who stood in the doorway.
His pale skin and brilliant red eyes told Seth enough to know that he was a vampire, and the dark smirk which was pulling at his lips made his blood run cold. Pale skinned and brown-haired, the vampire was handsome but imposing.
And he scared Seth more than anything else had scared him before in his life. Not even the ravenous newborns had been able to put this much of a chill into Seth; he found he couldn’t move, and it was only with some will power that he managed to breathe again, breath coming in shallow, ragged pants.
“Well, well,” the vampire drawled. “It seems I’ve caught something in this trap of mine.”
His voice was deep and strangely full of inflection, but the smirk didn’t leave his lips and his tone was strangely cruel despite its richness. Those red eyes took in Seth in a slow movement from the wolf’s shoes up to his face, focusing on his eyes. With just one look, the vampire had Seth frozen in place.
The vampire didn’t seem to be looking for answers either; there was a knowing look in his eyes that told Seth that he already had an idea for why he was here.
Stepping into the room, the vampire cornered Seth against the window, the smirk never leaving his lips and that glint never left his eyes, “And what would someone as fragile as you being doing here, little human? You should not be running with our kind; you could get hurt…”
Or worse. The words hung in the air like smoke.
Seth couldn’t find words to answer; his voice had completely failed him.
But the vampire continued, “Ah, you smell like my little fledgling… you are acquainted with him, yes? Oh, Marcus always did love to make things difficult for himself.”
There was something like a sweet caress in the vampire’s voice as he spoke of Marcus, but just the nature of the vampire in front of him set Seth ill at ease. He was pretty sure that he was going to die right there in that dirty little room, but he was already as scared as he was ever going to get in his life; his heart was in his throat, and he was sweating.
Stalking closer, the vampire continued to take in Seth, a conversational tone slipping into his voice, “I cannot deny that you are not beautiful, and your scent… it’s rather distinctive, isn’t it?”
The name suddenly leapt out of Seth’s memory and rolled off his tongue before he could think, “Vladimir.”
A look of feigned surprise spread across the vampire’s face, “Oh my, so he has told you about me, has he? Well, no matter. I only came here to take him back; after all, he is myfledgling.”
For some reason, the stress that Vladimir placed on the possessive caused a wave of anger to surge through Seth, and he snapped back, “He’s not yours; don’t talk about him like he’s something that you can own!”
“Well, well, it seems that you feel quite strongly for the little one,” Vladimir purred, stepping closer to Seth until there was just a scant distance between their two bodies. “Could it be that you love him?”
Try as he might, Seth couldn’t suppress the skip of his heart at the words. He hadn’t thought about that… he’d only known Marcus for a little over two months, there was no way…
Vladimir continued speaking, interrupting Seth’s thoughts, “But our kind words in strange ways… and what of you, little human? Your smell is unlike any human’s that I have ever encountered.”
He leaned forward, brushing his nose along the line of Seth’s jaw as he inhaled.
The wolf recoiled, shivers of disgust racking through him along with fear. Vladimir was close, too close, and his interest was definitely aroused in figuring out the mystery that Seth represented. The cold hands on either side of Seth prevented him from escaping, and he doubted that he could even get away from the imposing figure in front of him.
“Yes… I have never smelt anything so rich, so… ah, words cannot describe how unique your scent is; only Stefan’s could ever hold more draw.” Vladimir pulled back just a little. “But if you are so important to Marcus that he would hide you away and protect you so fiercely, then why are you still such a weak creature?”
Seth bit his lip; he’d been lucky, he’d escaped the feel of a vampire’s bite before. Only his sister had felt that bitter pain and she had been careful to guard it from the rest of the pack. He didn’t want to experience that, especially not at the hands of Vladimir.
Marcus…
Seth drew some strength from the thought that the longer he kept Vladimir here, interested in him, the longer that he kept him from going after Marcus. It was stupid and irrational to think that he was protecting Marcus in some way because the ancient vampire was surrounded by the very talented members of the Volturi’s guard; there was no way that a single vampire – no matter how strong they were – would be able to get past them.
But at that moment, he had nothing else that he was capable of but to try and stall the Romanian for as long as he possibly could in the hope that someone would come after him. As slim a chance that was, it was all he could do. The room was too small for him to shift and be able to fight the ancient vampire on equal grounds, and he couldn’t actually shift at all with the stupid monitoring anklet which he was forced to wear.
Vladimir was patiently waiting for an answer; he obviously seemed to think that there was some reason as to why Seth was still human if he was important to Marcus. When he still got no response, he continued his musings out loud.
“Well, I suppose Marcus never would have the stomach to be able to turn another – he always did have a soft spot for humans; that weak little sister of his had something to do with it, I’m sure – but what of Aro? I’m quite sure that he wouldn’t wish to lose Marcus; not when he is so important to him…”
Seth was quite sure that Aro would never actually want to turn him; there were just too many variables involved that he didn’t have answers to. And in any case, it wasn’t as though the venom would actually be able to turn him… at least, he was pretty sure that it wouldn’t; they hadn’t exactly gotten it down to a science.
“He wouldn’t.” Seth was surprised at how strong his voice sounded, even if it was just a little bit rough. He’d never backed down from a threat before; he wouldn’t start now.
That made Vladimir’s smirk grow and he chuckled, “My, my, you actually can speak! And here I was afraid that you’d gone mute!”
Seth bit his tongue to keep himself from making a biting remark that could have earned him much more than just a spoken threat.
“Oh dear, I suppose I have frightened you a bit too much…” Vladimir drew back just a bit, crossing his arms across his chest. But that smirk never left his lips and the glint in his eyes which promised cruelty and darkness remained too.
This man was far scarier than Aro could ever be, even with all of his manipulations and falsely cheery demeanour, he could never capture the pure darkness of malevolence that Vladimir managed with just his presence. The ancient vampire standing in front of him had seen far more years than anyone in the Volturi and his experience spoke volumes of the cruelty and death that he had seen, or perhaps even ordered. Who knew who he had originally been in history? What roles had he played?
“But really, I simply do not have the time to be playing with you – as fascinating a creature as you may be – so I will ask: Where is Marcus?”
Seth chewed his lip before answering truthfully, “I don’t know.”
“Oh come now, I’m sure you know,” Vladimir urged, his playful tone slipping just a little. His face fell just a little when Seth shook his head again, “Well, then I suppose we will have to go about this the hard way.”
Even though he had nowhere to go, Seth drew back until his back was flush against the boarded up window; the rough boards digging uncomfortably into his spine. His heart resumed its frantic beating in his throat.
Vladimir had lunged forward before Seth had time to react; twisting the young wolf’s arm behind his back and dragging him away from the wall all in what seemed to be one swift movement. He tugged on it threateningly, “I would be careful, little human, that you don’t struggle too much or I might be forced to do something much more painful than this.”
A quiet noise of surprise mingled with pain had slipped past Seth’s lips when Vladimir had grabbed him; his grip was far too tight and it was only because of his strengthened body that nothing broke from the harshness of it. It’ll probably bruise, Seth thought almost absently, if it hasn’t already.
“Well, there is always more than one way to draw out a stubborn mule,” Vladimir murmured. “And if I must use this way, than so be it.”
Roughly, he pushed Seth towards the door, exiting the small house. He kept Seth firmly in front of him, close enough so that Seth’s back and captured arm brushed against the clothed chest of the vampire. Vladimir directed him towards a small alley, shoving Seth in first before following after him.
Dimly, Seth could make out flitting footsteps on the cobblestone street that they had just left; and shockingly, he could recognize them.
Heidi!
She had probably gotten word from Alec that Seth had left the palace and was in Volterra and had rushed to find him as quickly as she could. He could hear her calling out his name, softly but frantically, and the noise of several doors being thrown open. She would probably search the entire house before she was absolutely sure that he wasn’t there.
A shriek suddenly ripped through the silence.
Seth felt his blood ran cold, That was Heidi!
Before Vladimir could stop him, Seth was yelling, “Heidi?! Heidi are you okay?!”
There were several loud bangs, followed by hissing and growling that Seth could make out as Vladimir roughly threw him to the side before launching himself back into the street and towards the sounds of a fight.
Seth’s head narrowly missed the garbage can and he managed to avoid cracking it against the stone wall of the house, but he scraped up his hands on his arm in the process. Not to mention the sudden movement had given him a brief moment of vertigo. His arm throbbed and he glanced down, noticing the darkened splotches which had already begun to appear in the shape of hand prints.
Shoving that aside, Seth stumbled back to his feet and ran towards the street. He had to step back a little to avoid Heidi when she was roughly thrown in his direction.
Almost immediately she was back on her feet, taking up a defensive stance in front of Seth. Her fingers were spread and hooked like talons and she was poised as taught as a drawn bowstring.
Even though he couldn’t see her face, Seth was sure that Heidi’s eyes were darting between Vladimir and the newcomer, trying to discern which one was more of a threat; if it came down to a fight, she would do whatever possible to let Seth get away – including sacrificing herself.
The new vampire had very pale blond hair – it was almost the same shade of platinum as Caius’, only maybe a little whiter – and he was very beautiful. Narrow features and pale skin; his lips were twisted up into a bloodthirsty smile as he watched them.
Vladimir, on the other hand, was glaring at Heidi with such murderous intent. He stood protectively beside the other vampire, and it clicked in Seth’s mind that the blond vampire had to be Stefan. And the protective stance reminded him just a little of Jasper and Jacob; how the vampire would always angle himself slightly in front of the other…
Oh. They’re mates.
The two Romanian vampires exchanged a quick glance, and their posture relaxed just a little; although Vladimir remained a little tenser then he had been before. Heidi had probably been attacked by Stefan in the house – which was now missing its front door – and had fought back against him, only to be ambushed by Vladimir rushing to his mate’s rescue.
And now it was practically two against one: Vladimir and Stefan against Heidi. It was clear who had the advantage.
“Well, it seems that Aro has been surrounding himself with beauties,” Vladimir remarked, breaking the silence. The tense atmosphere, though, remained.
Heidi didn’t respond with words, just a snarl.
“Oh my, I think that I made the kitten angry,” Stefan cooed. He had a surprisingly soft but deep voice, with just the slightest inflections of an accent. If Seth hadn’t been facing him down in an empty street about to be torn apart, he might have thought the vampire attractive. “But she was making such a ruckus! She kept going calling out for ‘Seth,’ and I just couldn’t let her make so much noise… it would gather too much attention.”
Realization dawned in Vladimir’s eyes, “Ah, so your name is Seth, little human? I will certainly have to remember that.”
Starting at the use of his name, Seth’s eyes stared at Vladimir and he would have taken a step back if he wasn’t already paralysed. Even with Heidi there, he knew that they were no match against the vampires in front of them; they’d be killed.
The thought of it terrified him, but not for reasons that would have been rational, given the situation.
I really wanted to tell you Marcus.
“We don’t have time for this right now, Vlad,” Stefan purred; he slinked into a more offensive stance, licking his lips. “We came here to lure out the little mouse, not waste time with Aro’s underlings.”
“Of course, my love,” Vladimir replied, his posture didn’t change. “I’m quite sure that if we were to wound dear Seth here, we would be able to lure Marcus out quite easily.”
Stefan seemed a little wary at those words, “You mean…?”
“Yes, I am very sure that this is the case. Of course, we should aim not to kill him – we will need him alive if we want Marcus to be willing to even listen to us.”
“Of course. I suppose that you would like the honour?”
“Ah, you know me too well, my love.”
With effortless grace, Stefan launched himself at Heidi, his hands coming forward and grasping at her wrists. The two of them fell to the ground in a growling mass of limbs as they struggled to gain the upper-hand. She tried to throw him off, but every time she managed to grasp at him, he would tear her hands away, trying to rip out her throat.
With Heidi distracted, it left Seth wide open for Vladimir. The ancient vampire lost no time as he lunged at Seth, slamming him into the wall with enough force to wind him.
Seth gasped as his head slammed into the wall, making his vision dance as he frantically tried to refill his lungs with air; his breathing was fast, shallow, and he was feeling incredibly light-headed. His hands scratched at Vladimir’s ice-cold arms as the vampire had him pinned to the wall by the neck. It was a lot of force, but the vampire wasn’t using enough strength to cut off Seth’s air supply; not completely at least.
He hummed, “I could bite you here…” Lips ghosted along the curve of the nape of Seth’s neck and then down to his shoulder, “But I think that would be too personal… it would be best to keep Marcus in as good humour as possible, given the situation.”
All Seth got was a brief moment of warning before those fangs sank deeply into the flesh of his upper arm. For a second it was just the sting of something sharp sinking through his skin, but that only lasted a moment.
Then the burning started.
It felt as though the entire spot had been lit on fire, the feeling was just so intense. It didn’t spread, but remained concentrated at the area, the pain becoming unimaginable as Seth screamed from it. He didn’t even notice when the vampire’s fangs slipped out of his flesh; all he was aware of was the pain.
His head was pounding from being both winded and from trying to comprehend the pain that he was experiencing, and his vision began to swim. The world titled, and Seth collapsed to his knees, one hand clamping over the newly inflicted wound on his shoulder as he tried vainly to stop the bleeding.
The burning got worse; almost instinctively, Seth began clawing at the wound in a desperate attempt to make it stop.
All it did was make the wound worse.
Dimly, he could make out Heidi screaming at him to stop over the pain, but it was just so bad. He couldn't stop. He wanted to make it stop.
His fingers were bloody from clawing at the wound, and the blood had started to drip through his fingers and onto the pavement. His shirt was quickly soaking through with blood, and it was sticking to his torso; after a few seconds, though, the pain began to fade, becoming more manageable and letting Seth think a little clearer.
With a hiss, he clamped his hand over the bloody wound, wondering why his regenerative abilities weren't kicking in immediately like they usually did. Despite the pain he was still in – the throbbing of the wound and blood continued to pump out – he noticed that Vladimir was now circling in front of him like a hungry cat which had cornered its prey and was waiting for the best opportunity to strike.
I never thought that I'd wind up being some vampire's meal... Seth kept his eyes on Vladimir, hoping that just maybe there would be an opening in the vampire's stance that he could slip through. He doubted that he'd get very far, but if he was lucky, than maybe he could lure both Stefan and Vladimir away from Heidi – he'd attracted the attention of the blond vampire too, with his blood.
Stupid, stupid scent.
No openings appeared in Vladimir's shifting position, and Seth got the feeling that even if he did try and run, the vampire would just drag him straight back. They needed him to act as bait for Marcus, so there was no way in hell that they were just going to let him walk away.
Please, don't come Marcus. I don't care how much you might care about me; just don't come.
Just as Vladimir was inching closer to Seth, he was thrown back by a black blur that had shot out of another side street. The ancient Romanian vampire managed to remain on his feet; doing a bit of a mid-air flip to land back on his feet just like a cat not too far from Seth.
“M-Marcus!” No! Please, please... I don't want to lose you.
But very luckily, the Volturi leader wasn't alone; Alec shot out of the same side street, his clothes a bit torn and his hair a disaster, but he was otherwise completely in one piece. Seth, though, was a little alarmed to note that the hems of Alec's pants looked a little charred, and that made his heart lurch with fear.
Stefan broke away from Heidi in the moment of the new arrivals, falling back to join Vladimir just as Heidi fell back to form a defensive line in front of Seth. All three of the Volturi vampires were emanating murderous intent, while both of the Romanians just looked a little surprised.
“Oh, the sparrow managed to come after me,” Stefan laughed. “And I was so sure that I had pushed you into that fire too.”
“Shut up you bastard.” It was a shock to hear Alec sound so cold, so... furious. He was glaring at Stefan the hardest, his muscles tense and looking as though he just wanted to tear that smug grin off of the blond vampire's face.
“Tsk, tsk such language! Didn't your parents ever teach you manners?” Stefan taunted.
At that, Alec let lose one of the most terrifying snarls that Seth had ever heard; and he'd been exposed to newborn vampires.
But what Seth was having a hard time understanding was how Stefan had managed to get the upper-hand over Alec. The young vampire hadn't been made a prized member of the Volturi guard for nothing, and he had mentioned the fact that both he and his sister had been deeply coveted by Aro for a while. So what had happened?
“Alec...”
The young vampire didn't turn away from the Romanian vampires at Marcus' admonishing tone, “My apologies Marcus; I didn't expect that he would have that particular gift.”
Stefan laughed, “Shields are rare, are they not? That's why your precious Aro was so desperate to capture me alive; he wanted what I had. It's too bad though – he wasn't interested in keeping my mate.”
“Stefan, hush.” Vladimir's words were harsh, but not overtly so; more like a gentle chiding to a much beloved lover who had perhaps shared a little too much information about something intimate.
The Romanian vampire turned his attention back to the assembled group of vampires that were in front of Seth. His eyes seemed to linger for longer than what could be considered necessary on the especially protective stance that Marcus had taken up in front of Seth. It was clear that whatever was revealed by it was of particular interest to him.
“It has been too long Marcus,” Vladimir drawled. “I see that you are doing well; much better than when I last saw you. This passion is much more suitable for you than that apathy you displayed.”
“Cut the pleasantries Vladimir,” Marcus snapped. “We both know you didn't come here just to see how I was doing. What do you want?”
“Always so impatient, that's not very polite Marcus.”
“You have murdered thirteen people in order to draw our attention; forgive me if I seem a little more than just irritated.” The murderous rage was rolling off of Marcus in waves – Seth could feel it and it made him shudder, but he didn't feel fear at it.
Weird.
At that, Vladimir raised an eyebrow, “Still take offence at the loss of life, however do you live with yourself Marcus?”
To that, Marcus didn't answer, but he shifted his position just a little.
“You don't have much time Vladimir, so I suggest that you make your reasons for all of this very clear, very quickly.”
“Hm, I only came to see how you were doing, but I can see that you are doing quite well, little one.” He inclined his head at Seth. “You have very fine taste; I wish you the best.”
With one final look, the two Romanian vampires turned and disappeared into another side street; Alec and Heidi took off after them.
The wound on Seth's arm was still bleeding profusely, the blood trickling through his fingers. But despite the loss of blood, he wasn't feeling light-headed. He decided to count that as a plus; the venom hadn't done anything that he could notice, except that his usually high regenerative ability was slower than usual.
“Seth, let me see your arm.”
Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked over at Marcus who was standing a lot closer than he had been before. He was a bit startled, but looking into those red eyes of the vampire, he felt a surge of reassurance and he removed his hand from his arm. There was an uncomfortable stickiness on his fingers from the coagulated blood that had congealed from the bleeding.
Far too gracefully, Marcus fell to one knee in front of Seth, gently taking the young man's arm and hand in his, and glanced up at the other.
Then, very carefully, his tongue darted out and ran along the jagged wound in a smooth motion.
That familiar burning feeling tickled up Seth's arm, but this time it wasn't so strong; more like a mild heat instead of an inferno. But the feeling of the bleeding had stopped. A quick glance down told Seth that Marcus' venom had effectively sealed the wound.
Marcus pulled away, licking his lips once as he did. His eyes never left Seth's, and he slowly rose to his feet.
It felt as though the two of them were teetering on the edge of the cliff; the tension could be cut with a knife. Seth's breathing was heavier than usual, and he licked his lips, vaguely taking notice of the fact that there was a small trickle of blood escaping the corner of Marcus' mouth. His eyes lingered on it as he watched it drip down off the vampire's chin.
And Marcus seemed to notice Seth's fascination. He leaned in closer, one hand coming up to very gently cup the back of the wolf's head, the other slipping around his waist.
Seth wasn't stupid, but his body starting acting without his mind telling it too. His arms almost immediately wrapped around Marcus' neck, and he rolled forward on the balls of his feet, meeting Marcus halfway.
The moment their lips met it was like everything else in the world had ceased to exist.
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