Jaden

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Chapter 2
(Night Moves)

He loved this city, the city that never sleeps. Marcus enjoyed the cold weather also, it did not affect him in the same manner it affected everyone else around him. He looked at his watch; almost two am. He had plenty of time to enjoy his walk before he would have to go home. Marcus walked trying to think of where he would like to go for his meal, there were plenty of opportunities walking the streets.

He could hear some of the locals complaining how cold it was this night, and it felt even colder when the winds would pick up. Marcus did not mind it at all; he could be naked and not feel the cold as intensely as the others would. Just the same, he wore his beautiful cashmere coat, a dark rich chocolate color with a silk scarf around his neck. The scarf a light blue that made his eyes bluer and the dark of his coat made his blond hair look golden.

Before Marcus was changed, he was a very intimidating person, tall about six feet, 8 inches. He was a warrior in his time and he was all muscled not an ounce of fat on his body. He was a man who was highly respected and feared by all who knew him. His skin forever tanned and his hair golden blond with eyes the color of the clear blue sky. Since the change his appearance has not changed much, he was made in his 28th year, and the only change was that his handsome looks are enhanced to an almost angelic beauty, but a very rustic and masculine appearance. As for his skin color before he fed, it would be very pale. Once he fed, he looked just like every other human, after so many years of living he still sported a few battle scars, one on his left side of his face near his ear that reached from his hairline to his chin, an old war wound he sustained before his eternal life. After living for so many years, the scar has become almost unnoticeable.

Marcus had no problems getting his prey to feed on. Just one look and they would come crawling to him, happy to lean their heads back and let him feed on their blood. They would remember nothing of course, only left with a feeling of satisfaction and a little weakness. Marcus did not like to be cruel when he fed, and only fed on societies less then stellar residents of the city. He killed only if he had to, and for the most part the humans where not harmed in any way.

He continued to walk towards the southwest area of the city, he liked to look out over the Hudson River and see the Statue of Liberty. Sometimes he would fly out there and sit on her shoulder, and look towards the city lights. On this night, he was feeling a little melancholy, feeling a sense of loss, and uselessness again. He hated feeling like this; it only reminded him how lonely he truly was. If he was not careful, he could easily fall into depression, a very dangerous condition for his kind. When you have existed as long as Marcus has, and have seen and done almost everything, falling into depression is not so hard. Such a state of emotion puts his kind at risk. The need to feel alive and useful, even loved can lead to destructive behavior, which is why Marcus always made sure he kept in close contact with his kind.

He did not miss the elders, they could and have been a pain with their political games, and he refused to be governed by the council of the elders. They could really get on his nerves sometimes and he would just leave and stay away for a while. Awhile could last a few days or years. Time was not an issue for them. Since Marcus chose to make his home in the new world, it made it easier not to have to deal with the council, but it kept him away from those he did care about. He was grateful however, for two of his closet family members who also chose to live in the new world with him, and it helped to keep his loneliness at bay. At times as this, he would remember Celio and feel, regret.

The winds picked up again and blew against the path Marcus was walking, when he was hit with a familiar scent. Had he still been a mortal his stomach would have growled with hunger. [Blood] Marcus thought to himself, [and so much of it].

The smell of blood quickly forced Marcus to abandon his thoughts and concentrated on the scent. He continued to walk in the direction from where the scent was coming from and as he got closer, he could hear two men talking, no arguing with each other. He had to be at least 2 miles from them, but he could hear them clearly. Whoever was losing so much blood was dying. For the average mortal if they were to examine the poor unfortunate creature they would pronounce him dead. But with Marcus’s acute senses he knew this poor soul still clinged to life, and not only could he hear the two fools talking but he could also picked up on the barely audible sounds from the dying body. His senses told him that the blood was still flowing from the body, and still warm. His mouth began to water; it had been centuries since he smelled this much blood, and that was when he was in battle.

He also picked up on other smells from the body; this poor being had soiled himself. Like in battle when men were faced with the most gruesome pain and anguish, their bodily functions would fail them. He also picked up the scent of the two men, they smelled of beer, cigarettes and one especially smelled of fear. As cold as this night was, this particular fellow was sweating fear.

Marcus soon realized that these two upstanding citizens were in the process of disposing the body, he drew back his concentration to the poor soul and something just seemed to pull at his heart. When he really wanted to, Marcus could get into the mind of the human. It was almost like reading a book. He realized that something horrific happened to him, and he sensed a great deal of pain and suffering, as well as how frightened he was. This person kept going in and out of consciousness, he was barely able to speak, but Marcus thought he could hear him begging; for what, he really couldn’t tell. His body was wracked with so much pain, and to Marcus it seemed like a miracle that he was still alive, or rather just barely.

Whoever was this poor pathetic soul; Marcus could tell he was suffering so much, and Marcus felt compelled to do something. Normally he would mind his own business and not draw any attention to himself; it is what kept him and his kind alive for centuries. But his current location was deserted and the cold weather assured that the homeless would seek shelter elsewhere. Marcus didn’t know why he was drawn to this person, perhaps the smell of blood was overwhelming, and not that he needed it as much as before. But if he couldn’t save this poor creature, then he will make sure that the two bastards will know what true fear and pain was before he killed them both.

Once Marcus made up his mind, his eyes slowly bled from clear blue to a dark red almost black, the enticement of battle to spill the blood of these two fools pleased him. And if you were standing next to him, you could swear that the man just disappeared right before your very eyes. Because one of Marcus’s talents is that he could move with lightning speed.

Both Rico and Sammy never knew what hit them, when it hit them.