i didn't wanna do it father (amadeus)

[Marguerite]

She didn't remember much from before she had come to the Viri, only that this wasn't her first life. There had been something before this, before the darkness and the hunger. It was withering in the back of her mind, crawling around, slithering into her dreams. But she could never be sure if it were true what she was seeing. There was a man and a woman laying their hands tenderly on her head, putting her to sleep. And then there was always that little boy, that sweet innocent little child. Who were these people and why did she dream about them so much?

Marguerite had never asked anyone these questions. She had learned quickly that one doesn't need to know what one isn't told when living with this particular coven. You do what you are asked and think what you are told to think. They told her that she was born a vampire and somehow she got lost in the human community. They never explained to her how they found her or why she was there. No mention of a family or a place she had come from. No, it was just, you are a vampire, you belong to us, we will raise you and you will serve us. She couldn't complain either because they had always been good to her. Without them, she didn't know what she would do. But she was still very young after all.

The young girl had been a fixture in the lives of many of the coven members since she had come seven years ago. But just as many didn't know who she was, because it wasn't her place to speak unless spoken to. No one really spoke to her. So she began to watch and listen. Her nature was to observe people and figure them out. She was a curious child, and it never did her any good. It was now that she pressed her hands against the door and her ear to the crease that she may have gone a little too far. The council room was soundproof. It was almost impossible to hear inside, but today the doors were not locked. She could hear a faint conversation. "You have to take her. She is branded for you already. She is yours." A man said. Maggie touched the raised mark on the back of her neck, but assumed no longer after a moment that she had anything to do with the conversation. Yet, she couldn't help but wonder who they were talking about.

That was when the door was slammed shut. Marguerite jumped, surprised by the unexpected sound. For a moment she thought she had been caught. God knows what they would have done to her if they had caught her sneaking around the council room. It was one thing to be in that hall when one didn't need to be. It was another to be snooping. The Viri didn't like snoopers. So the girl stumbled backwards but caught herself against the opposite wall. She breathed and then ran a hand through her hair.

She had been wondering about the mark on her neck. What the hell did it have to do with anything. She didn't even remember how she got it. It must have happened before she got there. But no, that wasn't right. She had seen it on other women, but only the women. It wasn't something she was allowed to question though, not even to the person that cared for her. She would know when she was supposed to know.

Marguerite decided to give up on her search for bits of information. But she wasn't quick enough to leave. Her first instinct was to hide, and hide she did. She fell back into a notch in the wall. As the doors opened to the council room, she was covered. As long as she remained perfectly still and did not breathe, she would be safe. After thirty very long seconds, she heard no more footsteps, no more conversation. Her hand slowly pushed the door back and she stepped out.

[Amadeus]

'You have to take her. She is branded for you already. She is yours.'

A pale hand came up to scrub at his face. He had been putting this off for over two hundred years. In hopes that he wouldn't have to. It wasn't that he wanted his people to die out. He just had never really found anyone to brand. That was until this girl came to them. It hadn't been his choice. The elder had basically passed her along to him. There had been no choice in the matter, and he'd known better than to argue. No one questioned these things.

When the girl had first come to them he was able to avoid the brand. She had been a child, and he had been anything but. He'd made an agreement with the elder to wait until she at least became of age. Now he had no reason to keep pushing the girl away. He was aware it was their duty to make sure their people survived through the ages. He had just hoped to push it away for a few more decades.

He sighed bitting his tongue of the agreement that was forming. There would be no point in it. In the end he would have to face her and take her. Otherwise she would die, and he could be cast out. This was the only life he could remember after so many years. His past had faded away.

"Then it seems I have no other choice," he didn't have like it. As long as he did what was expected of him. Amadeus was a loyal creature. Turning on his heel he made to leave the courtroom. If he was lucky he could at least put it off a until tomorrow. When was mood wasn't as sour. This had been the way of life for his people for as long as he could remember. It had just hoped he would be much older when his time would come.

Slamming the door he forced himself to stay calm. They weren't asking anything out of the ordinary. Just something he did not want. He was a warrior not anything else. Surely there was someone else who could help keep their people from dying out. Again his hand rose, but this time he went through his brown hair. However, halfway through the motion he stopped. His feet coming to half mid-stride. He wasn't as alone as he thought.

Easily he slipped into the shadows of the corridor. Brown eyes moving up and down the hall. Trying to find out where the feeling was coming from. Then the door he had thrown up just a few seconds before started to close. From behind it came the very person he was trying to avoid for just a day more.

"It isn't wise to put your nose what is not needed little one." Silently as ever he slipped out of the shadows and back into the corridor.

[Marguerite]

The girl was too young to fully comprehend the things she heard and felt when it came the presence of another person. Had she been older, she would have been more aware of the fact that one person had fallen behind. There was nothing to indicate to her that there was anyone else anywhere near her, and she had been as quiet as possible, getting out of the little notch. But no matter what she did, someone would always catch her in a places like this, at least most times.

Her heart stopped when she heard someone say something, obviously to her. "It isn't wise to put your nose where it is not needed little one." That's what they said, what he said. Marguerite took in a quick breath to try and kick start her heart again, but it was useless. She was frozen in place and absolutely terrified. Her eyes fell on the figure emerging from the dark. Where the fuck had he come from? It was Amadeus, someone she had never spoken to ever in her entire existence. In fact, she didn't think he ever so much as glanced in her direction, not that she cared. But there was something mesmerizing about him now. It was simply just that he seemed much more noticeable now, and she had no clue as to why. He had caught her, and for the first time she had clearly heard his voice. It sounded much lower than she had expected.

She wanted to stay something back to him, but what was there to say? You didn't argue with your elders, or anyone who had a higher rank than you. Marguerite was at the bottom of the food chain. He'd eat her alive if she protested. Or at least, that's what he was supposed to do. She didn't know this guy. For all she knew, he could be either the nicest person on the planet or the most cruel. But that didn't matter though, now did it? She'd probably never speak to him again.

Marguerite couldn't help it though to bring herself to his level. One may say to a human that they had an old soul if they had a look of wisdom and curiosity in their eyes, and that's exactly what the girl had. She looked at him now without fear, but with interest. It was only an interest as to his role in that conversation. Now that she was no longer in shock, her mind lost control and her barriers were starting to crumble. She was going to be defiant, and she knew it. This wouldn't turn out well. What a fucking big mouth.

"My apologies. The innate secrecy of the council is too intriguing for me to resist." Maybe he would give her the answers she needed in order to understand what was going on, and as she spoke to him, she could feel an aching pain in the back of her neck. She reached back and rubbed it tenderly, wincing slightly. Then she quickly pushed the pain away, looking back at Amadeus, waiting for a response. She expected the worst. It was unlikely he'd help her at all.

[Amadeus]

For a moment he thought she was going to scurry away before he could say anything else. She sort of had that look in her eyes like she wasn't sure what to do. Which would have suited him just fine. He was in know way ready to have the conversation that they needed to have. So if she chose to run from him, he wasn't about to follow her to wherever it was she felt safe. He would just forget he saw her. Somehow he doubted she heard, or understood, most of what had been said in there. He'd only really been half listening.

However, a moment later it looked like her plans had changed. She brought herself closer to him, and he had half a mind to take a step back. Instead just a single eyebrow went into his hairline. At this point he wasn't real sure as to what she was going to do, but there was a part of him that wanted to see what she was gonna do.

'My apologies. The innate secrecy of the council is too intriguing for me to resist.'

In all honesty the girl should have been there. This concerned her as much as it concerned Amadeus. However, he had this feeling it was going to tell her everything himself. Which was a headache he was not ever going to ready for. It was not going to be an easy conversation, at all.

Brown eyes didn't miss the way her hand moved to the back of her neck. Honestly, he couldn't imagine what the thing felt like back there. After all it wasn't like all of them walked around with a brand on the back of their necks. Most of them were just meant know their place inside the Viri.

Sighing a little he pushed away his irritation at the entire situation. It wasn't like this girl was to blame. When they'd first brought her here it wasn't like she'd immediately run up to Amadeus. The elders had decided this would be the girl for him. At that time he begged from them to wait until she was at least a little older. He had no idea what to do with a child.

Now that time limit was up, and the older version of that little girl was standing before him. If the mark was already starting to bother her than time was really no his side. For the first time since he could care to remember he hated the situation he was in. Still not saying anything he moved her hand away from her neck and pushed the hair away. Brown eyes looking over the brand.

"Does it bother you often?"

[Marguerite]

It was just a dull ache, like a muscle sore, the pain in her neck. It was centralized around the brand itself, but she didn't think anything of it. Why would she have to? She must have pulled a muscle in her neck, straining to see if anyone was still in the corridor. Something had to have happened to her. That was the only explanation. Because in all honesty, Marguerite had not a clue as to what it meant to have the scar in her skin.

Marguerite had been passed on from person to person to take care of her. There was at least one fixture in her life, but that man was someone no one really knew nor cared about. He worked in the infirmary, and she had gotten to see little of him in the last year or so. She was too busy being trained to kill. At times, she had thought maybe it was that man's fault that she had that mark, but she knew him well enough to know that he would have told her if it was him. He wouldn't tell her anything about it, which meant it had nothing to do with him. That would be the only reason not to confide in her.

The proximity between Marguerite and Amadeus diminished considerably in a short span of time. Honestly, she hadn't even realized she was moving any closer to him, but it was happening. There was nothing she could do about it now. Stepping back might seem a little rude or offensive at this point, although she highly doubted this one particular man would care. He looked at her like he didn't even want to be standing in the same room as her, and she couldn't understand it. She had never even spoken to him or acknowledged him up until this point, and he had done the same. Was there something foul about her?

He didn't say anything, which worried her. His expression didn't change much. She thought she may have seen it soften just a tic, but it could have been her imagination. There was no reading this guy. He seemed to have one emotion, one face, one stance. And just when she thought he would stand there like a statue forever, he stepped towards her. The closer he got the sharper the pain in her neck. It pulsed, and when he was only one foot closer to her, it started to burn. Marguerite's eyes welled up because the pain was too much, and that was saying something for a vampire. They had a pretty good tolerance for pain. Within an inch of her, she bit her tongue so she didn't let out a sound. It started to bleed, but healed quickly. There was no hiding the agony.

One touch, one simple, barely there glide of his hand against her skin made it all go away, at least for a few seconds. Now his hand was right above her mark, and it was piercing through her muscle and sending shock waves to her brain. Marguerite wasn't sure why it had felt better for that one moment, and she didn't want to find out. Immediately, she backed away from him, against the wall, looking like someone had violated her. But now, the pain had stopped. It was gone. The further she got, the better it was. Her eyes were glazed over, not being able to comprehend the situation. She was so new and so tragically naive.

Marguerite couldn't speak. All she could do was let out a breathe and hold another one in. What the hell had that been?

[Amadeus]

For a single moment she relaxed against his touch. It was a piece of information he stored away in his mind. Then, just as quickly, she was pulling away from him. Pain etched in everything single movement she made. For the second time that night his eyebrow shot into his hairline. He's never paid much attention to others.

At his side his fingers twitched. Almost like he felt there was something he should do to fix it. For a moment she had been fine, and then. . .

The headache was already forming on the edge of his mind. He could feel it forming as his dark eyes watched her. This was all a mess he didn' t know how to clean up. He wasn't sure what would help her. It certainly wasn't his touch, because touch had sent her against the wall.

Amadeus wasn't one for words. He was a warrior. A warrior that time to time gave his advice to the elders about this or that. When it came to taking care of a women. In this moment he had no idea what to do. No idea how to fix whatever it was that was wrong. This wasn't his job.

Bring his pale hands up to rub at his temples. This was why he wanted to avoid this. Since the day he'd been created it had been his job to protect the people and the elders. A job to be seen and only seen. A constant shadow to reinforce whatever words were being spoken. With his skills was how he always saw him protecting his people.

Now the elder had a girl branded for him, and he had no idea why his touched caused her pain. There was no use denying it. He could smell it in the air. In the way she looked at him from across the corridor. Before the pain though there had been something. A momentary flash of something more.

All he had wanted was one more day to center himself. To find a way to accept his new role amongst his people. He hated to be thrown into anything. Things like this always happen. So he'd take it one step at a time.

"I ask again. Has the back of your neck ever hurt before?"

[Marguerite]

Marguerite thought for a moment to be sure. Had it ever hurt before? No... That was the problem. She'd had it as long as she could remember and had never had an issue with it. Sometimes she even forgot it was there. It was just a part of her. That was it. The girl shook her head slowly.

"No." She told him, her throat dry.

All Marguerite wanted to do was run away from him. She didn't want to be around him, because she had the irrational fear that the closer he got to her, the worse it would be. That was stupid right? There was only one way to be sure, but she didn't know if she wanted to risk that. It had been too painful before. Marguerite wasn't one for pain. Baby vampires are very sensitive to such things.

"You know why it hurts?" She said to him as if she was asking him, but implying at the same time that he had all the answers to this. What a smart one. She had begun simply wanting to know what the elders were up to, and was now caught up in this mysterious pain she felt when she was near him. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and as far as she knew, no one had any mystical or extraordinary powers. It was impossible he could be doing this - right?

Her eyes fell upon him, though she attempted to look away. She couldn't, and she felt herself stepping forward slowly. This was way out of her control. Her body was carrying itself without her, and she was fighting to keep it in one spot, away from him preferably. There was something about him that kept her eyes glued to him, watching every move, every muscle tense, every pulse through his veins. Marguerite was seeing things in a very strange way now. It was similar to when she was hungry. All she could focus on was what she wanted. The girl put her hand over her mouth as indiscreetly as possible to hide her fangs that were slowly sliding their way down over her canines. She couldn't help it.

That's when she finally looked away and turned around halfway so that he couldn't see her face and she couldn't look at him.

[Amadeus]

'No.'

So why did it hurt now?

Dark eyes fell to the wall beside her head. Staring at it like the wall held some sort of answers, because at this very moment he had no answers. His job was to protect his people. To fight against the wolves and the Ignus. Not to keep his eyes on the small ones the Elders felt right to bring in. Even if they held his brand, and even if they were of age now. It didn't mean he had the answers.

'You know why it hurts?'

His eyes snapped back to her. The words came out as a question, but he had no doubt she thought he knew. She was wrong on this count. He had no idea what it hurt like it had just a few moments ago. All he knew about that mark was that it meant in some way she was meant only for him. In two hundred years he hadn't asked about the nature of the mark or how it worked. If he had asked he would have gotten answers. Some questions were allowed.

Before he could answer though the girl was moving toward him again. The movements were slow and careful. Every one of them gouged and tense. Her eyes never once leaving his own face. At his side his fingers twitched. Finding he had the urge to reach out to see if the pain would come back. To see just how close he could get to her without it causing her more pain.

Then all of a sudden her hand went to her mouth and she looked away. The action caused a small chuckle to escape his lips. It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was hiding. Without any thought his hand went to chin as he made her look back at him.

"No, I don't know," dark eyes roamed face. "There isn't a need to hide them. Nothing I ain't seen before."

[Marguerite]

Marguerite was considered a child yes, even though she was still of age. For at least the next two decades or more she would still be considered young and inadequate, but now was the best time for the seal to be used. The younger you got them, the less resistant they were to the whole process. But she wasn't like those of her age. She didn't see things through a child's eyes. Of course, she was still very inexperienced and knew she had a lot to learn. Most of what she knew came from observation and books. Those things were only so helpful for so long. Knowledge was nothing compared to living it. It could never match up to the value of practice and skill.

She hadn't gotten close enough this time for it to hurt bad enough that she would notice it over her fangs shooting out involuntarily. Her mind was more focused on being embarrassed that anything else, the sign of a very young mind whether it was wise or not. This sort of thing didn't happen to her often. It only occurred when she was hungry, angry, or feeling some sort of intense emotion. The fact that they were showing now said something, something she didn't want to hear. Marguerite didn't know this man. What was he doing to her? Why her?

At first, she didn't know he was moving toward her until the pain came back. She made the assumption he was getting closer then. Thankfully he had gotten to her fast enough that she didn't feel the need to cry or whine over the pain. His hand touched her skin and she felt the adrenaline rush again, just like when she got a taste of a living human instead of the blood they got from hospital blood banks. It was a feeling she loved and wanted. The last thing she wanted was for it to come from him.

When he turned her head, her eyes fell on his. It wasn't stoppable, a natural reaction. And though she wanted to look away, she kept looking at him, staring into those eyes, searching for answers. Contrary to popular media, they weren't mind readers, but anyone could be intuitive enough to understand a person's expressions. Sometimes the eyes revealed all you needed to know.

His hand inevitably stopped touching her skin, and the moment it did she cringed and quickly grabbed onto his hand. It was gone again. There was no denying it at this point, though she did continue to do that. This was him doing this. Maybe not directly, but it was him. There was no way around it now.

Her fangs were still out and she kept thinking for them to go back, but they wouldn't.They stayed put, and she wanted to just rip them out already. Too bad that would hurt just as bad as her neck and be even more painful growing back in.

The way her hand had gone, it caught his wrist right above his palm. She didn't let go either, thinking very logically what would happen if she did. In fact, she held on tightly, not enough to make him uncomfortable, but enough to let him know she was afraid to let go.

"What is wrong with me?" She asked. Her voice was firm but you could see the confusion and sorrow in her eyes that she was somehow damaged or permanently this way. She had no idea what it was. Who's to say how long it would last and when it had started. If he wasn't doing it, then it had to be her. It just wasn't anything she could fully comprehend.

[Amadeus]

It wasn’t that girl was something terrible to look at it, or a bore to be around. Amadeus had just always seen his place as warrior. Never as a man who brand a women and create something of a family. In his human state he would have thought it a twisted version of what a family should be, but not it was a means to an ends. He knew his people could die out if they were not careful. A part of him had just hoped he would have had more say in when and who. Wished the Elders had given him a few more decades to be ready, but here is was in the situation that was his duty as Viri. As one all of their duties.

His dark eyes stayed locked with her own as his mind started to work out the small details. Life was not different from the battlefield in Amadeus’ eyes. If he paid close enough attention normally the answers you were looking for where right in front you. Only this time he wasn’t sure what answers he was looking at. At least he hadn’t until he let his hand fall away. It was hard to miss her fringe the second his hand left her face.

She was quick study he would give her that as she reached out grab his hand. A small smile stretched across his face as he found himself thinking this wouldn’t be all bad. The elders could have found a woman that was dense. Instead it was had been a young girl that he had pushed away from a few more years. Now he couldn’t keep pushing. If the Elders were putting their foot down on this something very bad was on the verge of happening.

’What is wrong with me?’

The long and short of it was no he didn’t know what was wrong, but something told him it wasn’t exactly her. It had something to do with them, because if his touch fixed the pain. . .pain that being too close without touching caused. The headache was no longer threatening him it was already here. Raging in his mind as he tried to understand something he’d never had a reason to care of before. The Elders played everything close to the vest. For the first time he wished he paid more attention a few years ago this was explained to him.

“I don’t think anything is wrong with you,” just something was not right at all. The thing on the back of her neck was more than just a claim. He wasn’t stupid enough to think it was just a brand. “I don’t think it’s just you.”

[Marguerite]

Oh, Marguerite was anything but dense, maybe a little oblivious, but she couldn't really help that. One was bound to be ignorant if they had no information available to him. No one could blame her for not knowing what was going on. The council kept so many things from them, especially that children. It was their way of keeping control of everyone. The less people knew, the more they relied on the council to guide them. They couldn't walk blind and expect to survive.

"I don’t think anything is wrong with you," Well, that was a relief, but somehow she didn't believe him. Why would she feel this way if she were all right. There was something terribly wrong with her. She just didn't know what it was. It would have been nice to know.

“I don’t think it’s just you.” And what the hell did he mean by that? Was she not the only girl who was branded that had these issues. Was something wrong with him too? What was he implying by that comment. Marguerite thought to ask him them, but for some reason it fled her mind when she looked into his eyes.

Something washed over her entire body, giving her chills. Her other hand reached up to touch his face, laying her hand on his cheek. She started to feel even better with that much contact. It was amazing, weird, but still amazing, having never felt anything like that. Of course, this wasn't the person she'd really want to feel it with. She barely knew him, only this moment was what they had as history. He was foreign to her, and perhaps that had a lot to do with what was going on. Too bad it really wasn't.

She took her hand away from his face though quickly, blushing. "I'm sorry." She said to him, though she still didn't let go of his arm. There was no way she'd risk that sort of pain.

"Do I know you? Am I supposed to know you?" She asked, the question randomly popping into her head. Weird shit like this did not happen by coincidence to two strangers that had nothing to do with one another. Something was going on, and she needed to know what. Marguerite was far too curious of a person for this to end well if she had to find her own answers.

"Who are you?" Yes, she had seen many dealers before, but that didn't matter if she didn't know his name. There would be no way for her to associate the connection between the two. And this was the first time that the mention of names or identities had been brought up. Hopefully he'd shed some light on who the hell he was.

[Amadeus]

His last comment seemed to catch her attention. For a moment he thought she was going to question what he had said. In the right moment Amadeus was good with words, but at times the failed him when he felt he needed them most. Like when he'd been trying to tell the counsel he was of better use to them fighting. Not having them brand a girl for him. Now though there was nothing he could. It seemed the counsel was full of little surprises. Because when she was close to him the brand on her neck seemed to try to kill her with pain until she was touched, only him though.

A cool hand on his face brought his mind back to the forefront. Brown eyes moving to look at the girl. There wasn't a single thought as he leaned just so slightly into the touch. For a fleeting moment wondered what it was like to have someone. While he had found people to warm his bed when the need was there, he had never kept any for long. He bored of them, or they of him. Amadeus wasn't a complex man. He hadn't the mind to be.

'Do I know you? Am I supposed to know you? Who are you?'

The questions just came kept coming one right after another, and he found for a moment his mind didn't want to keep up. The only people he was use to questioning him was the counsel when a decision was needed. When the needed to know that Amadeus was thinking clearly. At this moment he found that being question didn't bother him no as much as did then. Maybe because she wasn't trying to prove an authority level with him, or something to that affect.

"No, you don't know me. At least I don't think you do," all the while he was shaking his head. The last time they had really met she had been little and scared. He wasn't surprised she had no clue who he was. Other than seeing him around while he was caring out his duties he wouldn't imagine their paths had crossed all that much.

"Amadeus Bauer," shifting his arm he let her hand fall into his. Only to bring it up to lips.

[Marguerite]

He leaned into her hand and his skin pressed a little more on hers. Her palm moved to almost caress his face before it fell. A romantic thought crossed her mind in that moment, but it had nothing to do with him in particular. Marguerite was young. She had never been with anyone. It just wasn't something that had been of any importance to her. In her mind, all she needed was Dante to be by her side for however long she would live, because he was the only person in her life. Her whole entire world revolved around the man to almost an obsessive point. It really wasn't her fault. Most of the people in the coven did care to associate with a young vampire beyond a nod or a hello, and that was just out of courtesy. Romance was never something she'd been given the opportunity to contemplate. Her days were spent reading history or training. Of course, she had read books with love stories in them, but still, it hadn't occurred to her that she was at the age where it was absolutely appropriate for her to have feelings for anyone.

"No, you don't know me. At least I don't think you do," He said to her. Of course she didn't know him, or else she wouldn't have asked. There was nothing about him that was familiar. He'd obviously done a good job of keeping her unaware he was alive.

Marguerite said nothing to that. When he told her is name, she nodded and neglected to give hers, but for some reason felt as if he already know. There was something in his eyes that told her while she didn't know him, he knew exactly who she was. Call it woman's intuition in the case. He brought her hand up to his mouth and her lips parted as if astonished by the action. She was aware that it was a pretty common form of introduction, especially if he was as old as she thought he was. By then she had let go of his wrist. He was doing all she needed to keep comfortable.

"Amadeus," She tried out his name before proceeding. It was sweet on her tongue like she was meant to say it, and she resented that feeling immensely. "I'm not sure why I'm even still here." And that was the truth. There was no real reason for her to be hanging around. If she didn't know him, and he was acting like he was unaware of her, what was the point? But now he had introduced herself, as if he was supposed to matter to her now, like they were friends all of a sudden. Really, Marguerite wanted nothing to do with him, and with good reason. He was painful to be around. Of course, she couldn't deny he was good looking. His voice soothed her. His touch made everything alright. But she didn't need him. There was someone else who did that for her and she didn't have to feel a stabbing pain when she was near him.

"I'm sorry for taking your time." Marguerite bowed slightly out of respect for him since he was older than her. She still had manners.

She pulled her hand away from him and stepped back a good five feet from him in a flash before turning around in the hallway. He'd hopefully let her leave before he proceeded to wherever it was he was headed to.

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[Amadeus]

She pulled away from him and he let her. Brown eyes watched her she moved and made her apologies. He opened his mouth to answer the question that really hadn't been for him, but she cut him off as she started to turn around. Quickly his mouth closed as he watched her move down the hall. There was something else he was suppose to be doing tonight, but as he watched walk away it slipped his mind.

This was the reason he had put off having a women in his life permanently. It took away from the life he had built. The one he built around himself. Now thanks to the elders it had been shattered, and unless he did as he was expected to it was gonna a null and void life. So without thinking about he started to move done the hall.

In a handful of steps he hadn't just caught up with her, but he'd moved to stand in front of her. His hand automatically went to her elbow. Knowing that he was close enough to make it hurt. The question was why did it only hurt when they were close and not far away. In his mind if she was branded to him then it should make sense for it to her the longer they were apart.

For a moment he just stood there watching her. The words forming in his mind, but for the life of him he couldn't get them to come out of his mouth. If he didn't say something she was going to pull away from him and then he'd loose his chance. Sucking in a deep breath he cleared his mind.

"I never I didn't know what was causing the pain," his free moved to push her hair out of the way. One of his pale fingers traced the brand on the back of her neck. If he had to guess that would be the cause of everything, because it was the cause of the crap in his life.

"I just don't know why. Not my place to ask questions." It wasn't anyone's place to ask questions. They did as they were told. End of story. "But I don't think there's any getting around it."

[Marguerite]

Marguerite bounded down the hallway until she reached a turn. She contemplated which way to go. The left would bring her to the common rooms, and she'd have to face all those people that she lived with. They didn't know her, and she barely knew them. What would be the point of being stared at? She knew she was an outcast. To the right was the bedrooms. She could always go to her room and stay there for a while, until she thought everyone was gone from her way. Then she could go outside or see Dante. Yes. That was her plan. She'd go to her room and then go see Dante.

But before she could take one more step, Amadeus was in front of her. She almost stumbled backward, but he had a hold on her arm. And she noticed he was staring at her. This made her uneasy and it was apparent all over her face. She had no idea how to take this situation at all. It was one thing to discover he caused her pain, it was another to have him follow her for God knows what reason. She really was about to pull away before he started to speak, and when he did, all of the muscles in her body relaxed.

Now his hand was by her neck, exposing the mark again. This time he touched it, circled his finger around the outline. It made her shiver. Her eyes went wide and she had to close her mouth because her jaw and had dropped and her fangs were out. She didn't want him to realize she liked it when he touched her. That would be quite embarrassing and totally inappropriate, at least as far as she knew.

"But I don't think there's any getting around it." "Around what?" She asked him, utterly confused. What did he want out of her? What was there to get around. What was this?! She just wanted answers, and he obviously had none.

Marguerite had no life to speak of. If she were with someone like Amadeus, it wasn't like he'd be taking time out of her daily activities, because the activities she did were trivial. Besides, she wasn't clingy. Chances are, she'd rarely even give him any attention unless he sought it. Only one person ever interested her. But then again, she didn't know Amadeus yet.

"This isn't going to stop?"