Bloody Fur (Marked_By_Nyx)

The two giant were's battled till both were bloody and broken. One changed back to the frail beaten and bloodied boy. The other grew into a tall dark skin old man who looked perfectly fine. "You are still so weak pup." He was the one who changed Marcus. His maker.

Marcus laid there, looking at the battle scarred old body, the man's face was rugged and strong, scared and damaged. The old man saw Arthur and was ready to fight him to the death. 'Back off leech, know your place as this is Wolf affairs and not yours to deal with."

"I will train him to kill your kind vampire! You blood sucking sod. You dare call him your child when he has my curse flowing through his veins. One day. You will regret taking him in. The wolf laughed as he shifted and ran into the darkness.

Marcus was unconscious and bloody, his bloody calling to Arthur to take, to heal himself as he could feed on Marcus.

Marcus's hand grabbed the phone and pushed it away as he leaned onto Arthur's shoulder. 'Do it...You need it..I won't die..." He whispered as his neck was close to Arthur's lips he could almost taste it.

'I heal faster then you..Drink my blood...I can't go to any hospital. I have wolf DNA, if they ran any tests they would know I'm not human. Drink..." He closed his eye's as he wrapped his arms around Arthur's neck and pulled his own neck closer to Arthur's lips.

Arthur felt the light headed rush, he now knew what it was like to feel a vampire's fangs. it was euphoric and erotic to him. He felt faint as he soon passed out from the loss of blood, not hearing Arthur's words.

Marcus slowly slept as he was brought home by Arthur, his dreams were empty as his body healed slowly. Again and again he heard the words of the old Werewolf. He didn't know what to do. He had to become stronger, to protect Arthur. To protect Ally.

He suddenly awoke in the middle of morning as the sun was about to arise. He slowly slipped out of bed, he sound the partial clothing covering a bare spot of skin. His mind went back to the fight, he was wounded. And now his body was healed. He made sure to hide the clothing and hand it back to Arthur later on today.

Slowly Marcus walked down to the kitchen and got himself a drink, he was young but old enough to drink. he found some of Ally's liquor and had a small glass as he stood at the counter, drinking his drink he felt the weak intoxication take over as he walked to Ally and Arthur's room. He stood their, the silent predator. he knew Arthur was the only one who would feel his presence. Marcus's bright yellow eye's watching them through the darkness. His hunger, her smell. His smell.

Marcus raised the glass of alcohol. "Morning..I'm guessing your still having a hard time around me. I can almost feel your blood lust. by the way, if you do get hungry just let me know ok." He walked quietly to his room,grabbing the bloodied shirt and handing it to Arthur. "Don't know what you want me to do with this. By the way, did that wolf say anything after he beat the crap out of us?"

Marcus almost shattered the glass cup in his hand, but he learned to breath. "And leave your hunger to Ally. You were busted up really bad Arthur. I won't have either one of you suffering. I am the only other damned monster in this house with you, I will protect you. I will protect her from you." He then finished the alcohol and went to leave. "I'm going to eat...I won't be back for awhile." Marcus then left the house, turning and running off to the woods.

Arthur's mouth dropped. The boy didn't get it at all! Arthur didn't drink Ally's blood at all since that first time. She was always there but he never bit her since the first time. Marcus... he tasted too good for his own good. Arthur licked his lips just thinking about it. Then he shook his head quickly. I will never put the ones I love in danger again, Arthur thought to himself.

I yawned. "Arthur?" I asked when i realized that he wasn't there. I sat up straight. I wonder how Marcus was feeling now? I got up and got dressed before I walked out of my room.

Marcus returned slightly dirtied but carrying two bunny rabbits slung over his shoulder. "I brought breakfast. Gonna make my dad's rabbit stew, should take me a few minutes." He spoke rather lively as he began prepping everything.

I walked out of my room and didn't see anyone. I frowned. "Marcus? Is that you down stairs?" I walked down the stairs and saw two dead bunnies on the counter. I screamed. How did these bunnies get here? And when?

Arthur was in the living room when he heard Ally scream. He walked in and saw her shivering. "You didn't," I said rolling my eyes. He shouldn't bring his kills inside. Ally... didn't like dead animals. She could handle dead people but not dead animals. I wrapped my arms around her and sighed. "Walk away for now Ally," I whispered to her.

'What?" Marcus looked confused. "We're out near the woods. Of course i'm gonna bring in food and cook it. You guy's never had rabbit before?" He sighed as he grabbed the rabbit's. "Fine, i'll cook'em outside. And here I thought cops had iron stomach's." He giggled as he went outside and made a small fire to cook the rabbit's, her cleaned them and prepared the meat on a stick as he fed the left over's to the wolf friend he met the night before. The two exchanged whine's a moan's as if talking to one another.

I shivered in Arthur's arms. "I.... I didn't know that Marcus hunted," I said through clattering teeth.
"It must be one of his hidden talents," Arthur told me, he still had his arms around me.
"Bunnies... Cute cuddly bunnies that might have had rabies. And he brought them into the house. What was he thinking?!"
"He must have wanted to show us that he could live on his own or something."
"Arthur... We have to talk to him about this," I said looking up at my fiancée.
"You want me to talk to him?"
"Yes please," I said. "I'll get the bleach." I started walking towards the counter to try to get the cleaning done.

Arthur walked outside to see Marcus outside talking with another wolf. "You can't do that," Arthur told him. "Dead animals freak out Ally. Why else do you think I try not to kill?"
Arthur just starred at the wolf boy to see how he would react. How would he handle this? And was he still p***ed at Arthur for saying that he didn't want his blood anymore.
Arthur shook his head rapidly to try to get the thoughts out of his head.

Marcus gnawed on a thick piece of rabbit then gave the rest to the wolf as Arthur came outside. 'Damn, and you didn't bring any hot sauce." He joked and laughed a little. "She was afraid they were sick or ill, you know I can tell if something's sick or not. You should let her know I'm a trained hunter. Dad..." A found memory hit him, his face became pale white like a ghost as he was lost for a moment. His words were more feeble and soft. almost crying. "We hunted a lot together when Jenna was still alive..." He turned away, his hands were shaking again. This uncontrollable anger and sorrow. It felt as though someone else was throwing these emotions at him, he wanted it all to go away. To forget his pain.

Marcus shook his head as he leaned onto Arthur, his breathing was slow yet has hands were still shaking. He brought his hand to his mouth and bit down hard, breaking skin, the pain stopped the shaking, the wound healed. " I'll keep it away from her...." He meant himself as the wolf but he didn't want Arthur to think lesser of him like that. The wolf Licked Marcus's hand and snuggled close, whinning for attention. "You be quiet you big wussy." He smirked and tried to relax, he felt it com naturally. The hunger, the thirst to taste blood and meat blending together. His fangs came first, then his claw's, yet his hair remained the same as did his human appearance.

"You hate it as much as I do...You hate what we are." He whispered as he leaned off Arthur and grabbed the last piece of rabbit and handed it to him. "Made sure this one has some blood still on it." He mumbled as he laid down on the cool grass and leaf's.