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  1. "None as powerful as the ones here," Marko said quietly to his sister. "I'm not fond of Originals coming here either, considering they all hate me one minute and love me the next. I'm gonna get changed, I think I have brain on my shirt. We'll talk about this later, definitely. ***** "Colby, you son of a bitch!" Marko skipped down the stairs, pulling a fresh shirt over his head. He passes Cheyenne and gave her a look. "Put some clothes on, you look like a whore." He kept walking barely acknowledging she existed and missing the double birds she gave him as he walked passed. Marko's hand smacked firmly into Colby's with a greeting he wasn't quite prepared for. He gave the ancient vampire an incredulous look. "You okay, son? You seem to be..." "Feeling?" Marko laughed. "Yeah, something new I'm trying. Long story." "Curse, I heard." Colby nodded his head. "Bad business, that. Whole of New Orleans knows at this point. You think it was wise to alert everyone to your, condition?" Marko shrugged with a sarcastic smirk. "All the thing does is make me a nice guy. I can still defend myself and others if need be so all it'll do is encourage the stupid ones to cross the line and we all benefit from it when I thin the herd. Bourbon?" Colby laughed and shook his head. Marko's head for strategy left a bit to be desired. "I would love some." "So," the vampire poured out three glasses of very old, very expensive bourbon for them. "What's up? What's so ominous that has you creeping around our door?"
  2. Killing a mortal in front of Marko and Cara was not a very effective tactic, at least not front Marko's point of view. He saw humans as nothing more than food he could play and sleep with. Her being young didn't really strike a chord with him either... hell, over the centuries he'd killed so many of all ages that eating a younger meal was like eating buffalo wings... you just lost count at twenty or so and finished the basket anyway. He sighed, shaking his head. It was hard for him to remember that with his humanity restored, he couldn't help but feel some pang of sorrow for the girl. Hell, she looked about eighteen, that was a waste of a snogging. "Guess she doesn't want that latte..." He looked and saw Cara was gone. He'd just flagged over a waitress and the girl he was talking too blew her friggin' head off. The gunshot startled the crowd of people and there was Marko... all eyes on his him and his now dead hottie-he-couldn't-snog-later. Vampiric speed was not a good idea, especially with a crowd of witnesses. He saw Cara across the way, his vampiric eyesight narrowing at distances humans couldn't hope to manage. He gave her a subtle nod, telling her to go and that he'd catch up. There were enough CCTV cameras in New Orleans and enough witnesses to know that he'd done nothing wrong. He'd committed no crime and with the practiced ease of a professional sociopath, he switched from psycho to citizen in the span of a heartbeat. "Call 911!" he shouted at the waitress he was flagging down. Already people were beginning to crowd around the scene. "Everyone get back! God damnit! Someone call 911!" People asked questions, there was a flood of panic. He knelt beside her and checked for a pulse (in case the bullet didn't do its job). She was barely there, her heart was fading and her brain, what was left of it, was slowly winding down as her nervous system shut down. Such a waste... he'd been here three days already and could have really used that snogging.
  3. "Rule for eternity?" Marko asked as his face scrunched in distain. "My sister has far to busy of a life to play Queen of the Damned in the armpit of the south and me? Do you smell this place? New Orleans is a garbage fire after it's been hosed to embers. Damp, muggy, soggy and it smells like an unwashed vagina fisted full of haggis." "But, I won't lie, I'm intrigued. So, go on... what's the pitch? My sister asked you a question, and since you threatened her, your life is already forfeit. The only thing ensuring that you survive the next few days is how amused and or happy she is with your answers." Marko smiled warmly and motioned to the empty chair next to them. "Please, have a seat. Would you like a latte or something?"
  4. "About five-seven, curly dark hair, shoulder length. She black, or mixed, caramel colored skin smelled like the ocean, so she might have a beach house. She was about fifty-one to fifty three. Said her name was 'Momma Walters', spoke with a think accent. Haitian if I to guess." He took another drink. "And why do you get to play 'good cop', I'm the good one." "Oh, please," she mused with soft, fun grin. I'm an Angel." He snorted and smiled. "Not a bad call though, I'll lay low, head back to the estate and get the sheets off stuff. See how old man Thatch is doing." "Is he still the caretaker?" Cara asked, a but amazed. "Yup, nearly eighty years old now, if I had to guess," Marko smiled and nodded. Old man Thatch was one of few men Marko had ever truly respected, even with his humanity off. "I'll meet you there later."
  5. "Nope," he spun his cup around in his fingers on the table. "Like I said, usually I'd just dunk someone's preschooler into a water barrel until they spilled what I wanted to know. That's sort of how I get things done. I don't ask for help, I don't apologize, I don't need people, Cara." He could feel her judgemental eyes on him. "Don't give me that look. I know you love these these little blood sacks of yours, why I have no idea. They're food and fun to me, that's it. Who cares if one or a hundred die, Christ, they'll make more." "That's why I called you," he gestured towards her. "If there is an angel in the family, it's you. I fell long ago. I'm not good with this sort of thing, I have no patience for... stuff."
  6. Yeah, he knew. He knew it wasn't her style, but hey, people change right? Maybe she had spiraled to his level depreavity since the last time he'd seen her after seening some twisted video on the dark web or something... but nope. "Buzzkill." He said flatly. "C'mon, Cara. Are you seriously gonna make us do this the looooong way?" The curve of her lips from behind her cup was almost flirtatious were they not siblings. No, her lovely smile was a taunt. Some would think that immortal siblings would get over their games and rivalries, but oh no. She knew he got into this mess and it was only her love for him that was keeping her from laughing out loud. "Curse. Talk." She tapped her painted nail into the table top, indicating for him to spill. He sighed and took a drink from his coffee. He still had the regent on his mind to is was hot and black. "I was in L.A.-" "An Angelo in the City of Angels," she shook her head and laughed. "That is so cheesy, even for you." "You wanna hear this or not?" He retorted, barely holding in the smirk of his own and trying not to laugh. "And fuck you by the way," Cara only raised a hand to indicate she was done and he could continue, but she didn't stop chuckling. "I was in L.A. and my humanity was off. It had been off for a very long time and I saw no reason to turn it back on, then... she crossed paths me." "This Walters lady?" "Yeah." Marko nodded and stared into his coffee. "Outside a club she approached me and just like that... I couldn't do anything. Before I knew it we were in a sublevel of a parking garage, I was kneeling and she uttered a few words and she flipped my switch. She turned on my humanity by force." Cara seemed very interested now. She leaned in. "I didn't even know that was possible." "Me either," Marko swallowed. She'd never seen her brother frightened of something, ever, but she could see that this woman troubled his nerves deeply. "Over a century. That's how long it was off... and in a few moments, without warning or time to prepare for it... I was put through over a century of guilt, remorse, anguish... Cara it... it was like a waking nightmare." Even other supernaturals didn't really understand how Vampires worked. They experienced everything, everything, with a heightened intensity. Anger became rage, pity became guilt, fear became terror. Everything about them was always cranked to an eleven on the emotional and sensual scale. They were, by their very nature, intense creatures, which was why so many got lost in excess. "Anyway, I'm not a hundred percent sure, but basically... I have my humanity now, so anything I do I get to live with the emotional backlash of it. Not to big of a deal because my moral compass was about as screwed as it could be even before my humanity was off, so I think I got her there. However, comma, anytime I try and do bad things it hurts. Like a migraine. The worse the deed, the greater the pain. I can still feed and even kill when I do so-" "Because denying you that would upset the balance of the creature that you are, force you to defy your nature," Cara nodded. She was a smart cookie. "Exactly." He motioned towards hers in agreement. "I can defend myself and it's no holds barred there too. I can't turn my humanity back off to escape this, when I try my eyeballs explode and blood pours from my nose and ears. Very painful." His sister looked at him with a sense of 'why would you even consider that'. "Well of course I tried it. Shit, you know me, I'm all about the easy road. Oh, and it, uh... forces me to do and say things." "I noticed," she smirked again. "Do what sort of things?" "Well, good things. Like get involved in peoples lives... try and help them..." he shuddered with revulsion. "Like some couple got in a fight at a bar the other night, right? Not. My. Business. Still before I know it I'm walking over and right as dude goes to slap his girl I grab his wrist. Then I start spouting this bullshit about not hitting a lady, he needs to be a better man, all kinds of dumb shit. Things I would never say." He trailed off and took a drink his coffee. "So..." Cara shrugged waiting for the rest. "What happened?" "Oh," he swallowed and moved on. "Jack-off took a swing, I beat his ass took his girlfriend home and we had amazing sex." Cara sighed and shook her head. "Seriously, Marko?" "Well, yeah, I mean, this girls reverse cowgirl game was on-" "Yeah, thanks, I got it," she sipped her drink looking disgusted in her brother." "Like, on point..." He smiled wide and nodded while reminiscing. "Please stop talking."
  7. Marko inhaled and looked around the place. "Yup." He said suddenly. "I think I'm done. Keep the hundo, Dennis, and burn that towel, it'll start to smell something awful. Thanks for opening the place up and uh, if you have any tables that're on their way out, lemme know. Joe and I didn't finish our talk." "It's Derrik." The obviously annoyed proprietor replied. Marko laughed. "Whatever, dude, your name's not important, you're not important," he thumbed toward the Regent. "In the end, you're just her bitch. Well. You guys have been great, but we really must be leaving. Lives to ruin, misery to spread, sins to indulge in, all that." With a slap on the bar, a sarcastic grin to Derrik, a roll of the eyes at Dan and a salacious wink at Karen the ancient vampire met his sister at the foyer of the establishment where the two left with out further incident. The streets of New Orleans were as busy as ever and the siblings blended with it easily enough. Everything from street performers to window shoppers congested the walkways but instead of being inconvenienced, it only added to the city's charm. While food and drink did nothing to nourish him anymore, Marko was an avid eater. While blood was and forever would be his ultimate high, he could never seem get enough of all the other flavors the world had to offer. They hit the nearby Starbucks (because there was one every ten feet in every city) where he ordered him and his sister some sobering coffee. She could tell he was still half drunk from something or other from the previous evening. "So," they waded trough a mess of people as they moved towards a table out on the open patio. "Welcome back to New Orleans. Smell hasn't changed, despite this era of affordable deodorants. Thanks for coming, I was really hoping we could do this together. Cara offered him a look as she took a sip and raised an eyebrow. "You know, this... killing all the witches, burning their quarter to the ground. Last time it was plague, and lemme tll you, I was being generous, but this time, oh no. Curse me. Yeah, try it and we'll strip away everything they hold dear and watch their precious ancestors go up in flames. Ugh, this is gonna be so much fun. Like family night... but with lots of screaming and fire."
  8. "I wouldn't mind giving her a once over," Marko raised his eyebrows with salacious intent. "Twice over and thrice over too... you know five times an evening is not uncommon for me. Years of practice." "Mmm... Melody. Now she sounds delightfully delish," his grin was nothing but instigating. "Had a gaggle of Britneys not long ago, but it's been an age since I've had a proper Melody on my lips. Promise to take good care of her," he held three fingers up. "Scout's honor."
  9. Marko shrugged. "The Nine are the most powerful covens anywhere in America. Coming to 'Leans seemed logical. If anyone can shatter a curse, regardless of its origin, it'd be them." "I mean, we know a thing or two about magic. All curses can be broken and none of them are permanent," he smirked. "But they've been... resistant and I can't just go around killing their families and dropping their children in lakes until they comply. So, yeah... that's been a drag. Especially with my being a vampire..." "You're essentially immortal," Cara replied. The was a thinker and already followed his line of thought. "A curse might last a few generations on a mortal, upset their life, but the balance would dictate that the punishment must end. Being immortal, the balance could dictate that as a few months or centuries in your case. Or never, because you're outside the balance." "Exactly, and I'm not cool with that. I could just cover the clause for the curse to lift itself, but she didn't say what it was. Hope it's not good deeds... I have so much karma to burn off." The ancient vampire looked on in the distance upon fond memories of rampage and wonton slaughter. "I'm not capable of being a decent guy, is that even a fair curse? There a handbook we can refer to? I will totally call foul."
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  11. "Three of your goons, last night, got rowdy with me outside one of the bars a few blocks from here," Marko addressed Lilith. "Mentioned you by name. So if all your mooks are accounted for, someone's playing you guys, all of you guys, against each other." He whistled. "Not even a week and I'm balls deep in 'Leans drama. And that also means that all that rage a moment was all for me? Like, spur of the moment, that's the first thing you wanna do when you see? Holy shit, that's a lot of fucking hostility," he raised his hands defensively. "And I'm not saying I don't deserve it, but fuck, I. Am. Honored. I don't think I've ever driven somebody that batshit crazy before... hold on to that, please. Don't loose that spark of hate... it's gonna make the sex later so much kinkier. Ugh, it's gonna be fucking fantastic..." "Holy shit," Lilith just glared at him with nothing but confusion (and unbridled contempt). "You've lost your fucking mind." "That said," he pulled a towel off the bar and wiped the viscera from his forearm. Movies exaggerated a lot. There was blood in the body, sure, but not the gallons and gallons and in sprays like Hollywood would lead you to believe. His arm was red and smeared, but there was very little blood. "I want all of you fucking weirdos to understand something: I don't give a fuck about your problems. So don't go bringing them to my doorstep, because Cara and I have better things to do than deal with your shit." He approached the Regent. "And you. You have two sun sets to find me and give me what I want," he glared at her and she showed no signs of backing down or shirking his gaze. It was all theatrics, she knew, to keep Lilith out of whatever loop the Regen was forming. "If I have to find you, it'll be messy." "Now, about the girl, glad she's okay," he clapped his hands together. "If she's hot, then why don't I take her for the time being. I'm a neutral party." "Didn't you just say you didn't want to be in our drama?" One of Marguerite's body guards chimed up, a tall, bald, angry looking black guy whose thick English accent made Marko double take. Marko raised a silencing finger. "I know what I said LeBron Thames... believe me..." he spun his hand around his head. "But whatever is in here, doesn't like the idea of that girl shacking up with Wednesday Addams over there. Someone please tell my sister and I who this girl is and why is she so important. Seriously, though, she hot? Anyone?"
  12. The curse permitted him to protect himself, thankfully. He stood, Cara keeping a wary eye on him, indeed the while bar was. At the speed vampires could move, he and Lillith could tear though everyone if they truly wished to continue this brawl. His mask receded, the deep black veins shirking back as his ancient blood colored eyes restored themselves to something more humane. Then, the curse took hold once more as approached Lilith, currently to focused on healing and resisting pain to put up mush of a round two. There was what he wanted to say... but everyone heard what the curse twisted his words into. "It's nice, Lilith, for what it's worth, to see you again." Cara hadn't sincerity and kindness like that in his tone since... well, a very long time. This was not her brother. "Your men are gone because they chose violence over diplomacy. I regret their loss, but certainly not my actions. Now, if you'd like to get dinner sometime and try a less cut throat approach, I'm game." He tried to look her in the eyes but she looked away from him. "Hell of a right you still got there, though." He looked away, everyone was stunned. Were the rumors true, rules or not, treaties or not, this place should be bathed in blood from walls to ceiling! The ancient vampire tapped the bar. "Get Her Majesty a drink, and my sister and I will have Jack, noooo-, please." "I'm going to finish my dri-, wait, what girl? Someone's been kidnapped?" He looked around, frustrated again. "And why do I care? What is the deal?! She need help? I have all day..." It was so obvious he did want anything to do with any of this... but seemed compelled to help this young girl all of a sudden.
  13. "One thing at time... 'Lilith'," Marko mused, pausing only for the effect to remind her he knew her real name. "I enjoyed your welcoming committee, hope they weren't to hard to scrap off the walls." He motioned with his fingertip between Lillith and the Regent. "Seems you ladies have things to discuss, hair to braid, boys to talk about... so I'll be quick." He faced the Regent. "Walters. That's all I got. Her name was Walters and one of her goons called her 'Mother'. Prolly some funky role playing thing going on with diaper play too, I dunno. All the... laaady said," his face winced as the curse refused to allow him to call her a 'bitch'. It was hard for those assembled to hide their grin. The mighty Marko Cain, brought low by an old woman. It would have hilarious were it not so sad. "Was something about running for too long, hiding was no longer permitted. Whatever that meant, I don't hide and I don't run, so she prolly got the wrong guy... so, fix it." "As for payment, I said, you get me. A boon from me goes a long way and the Nine of 'Leans could certainly benefit from my leaving them alone for awhile. I think it's fair."
  14. Marko rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure, Cara. Let me just spill all my diabolical plans for us here in the middle of a room filled with five complete strangers... sounds like a great idea. Besides," he motioned his hand back and forth in between the two of them. "We have forever. Did you have something better to do?" "Marko, you're plans are never 'diabolical' and certainly not hard to figure out." His sister retorted calmly. He folded his arms. "My plans are very sophisticated and made up of multiple levels and in all the time we've been around have they ever once gone wrong?" "Prague." She rolled up one finger. "Not my fault." He shot back swiftly, knowing that was going to be her first go to. "Switzerland." She rolled up a second finger. He dismissively shrugged, refusing to take any accountability. "How was I to know she was a prostitute?" She snapped up a third finger with confidence. "Thailand." "Your fault." He chuckled. She paused and looked at him derisively, then something in her memory clicked and nodded her head. "Crap, yeah. Okay, Thailand was my bad. Look, my point is," she began to point to each person in the room one by one. "Your plan is to kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him, and torture her until she gives you what you want." An awkward silence poured over the room as no one really knew what to say. "Hey," Marko chimed up with a shrug. "I never said it was a complex plan, only that it had layers... and that was... five layers, at least. To go to him, then him..." "Marko..." she glared at him. "Fine," he threw up his hands. He pointed at the Regent. "One of them cursed me. Which, as we all know, is tantamount to war. Their lives are forfeit unless they undo what's been done, however I can't just wander about throating idiots all willy-nilly anymore..." He smile grew wide. "But you can. C'mon, it'll be a hoot. When was the last time you cut loose and got a really good arterial spray all over the wall?"
  15. "If you could," All the whimsy and snark drained from Marko's expression and his tone become one of pure stoic honesty. Much like the Regent, he suddenly commanded the same measure of respect with nothing more than posture and tone. She was powerful, sure, but the world be damned before he would allow her to disrespect him in front of others with threats like killing him with nothing more than 'a blink'. "You wouldn't need three to protect you Regent. Be very careful with your words, do not think for a moment that you are safe from me simply because I am cursed. I would expect a woman in your station to be a bit wiser than that, but then again, the average reading level for this shit hole of a city is around the eighth-grade level." He suddenly smiled and the whimsy returned, like a sociopath finished with a thought they couldn't quite wrap their heads around, in this case, why the Regent would be so bold as to actually issue a challenge that she could kill him so easily (and seemed willing to do so). "Now, I assure you, Regent, there is no one else fit to arrive that I need to waste my time with. All I need is for you and your gaggle of finger wigglers to remove this little curse and I will be out of your city and out of your lives. As an added bonus, I will, as a courtesy, owe you a debt of gratitude. Pretty sweet deal if you ask me." "Wait," Cara held up a hand, approaching Marko in an attempt to understand what was going on. "You're cursed?" Marko's bravado broke in the wake of his sister entering the conversation. "Well, yeah," he shrugged like it was no big deal. "I mean, seriously, are you surprised? Shit had to happen eventually. I'm a complete asshole and brought this on my self." He sighed and pursed his lips, visible frustrated. "That is not what I meant to say... ugh, this thing needs to go away, like now."
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