Mark Davenport

› [ MATTHEW DADDARIO / CIS MALE ] ┊ MARK DAVENPORT ― This THIRTY-YEAR-OLD SUPERNATURAL ( LONE WOLF ) is WITH the humans. HE has lived in Marion BORN HERE/RETURNED RECENTLY in the SHADY GROVE MOBILE PARK neighborhood, working as a BARISTA AT A LATTE FUN. There are no winners in this war, and HE is NOT AT RISK of losing the supernatural war. 

Kara studied Mark as he continued to attempt to make a case for his point of view, though she couldn’t quite get on the same page as him. Her head tipped to the side just slightly as she mulled over it all before formulating a response. Not to mention he’d just spoken about having weed, which was against the law in the state - but regardless. 

“I’m not sure you know how friendship works,” Kara said finally. “It’s not a marriage. I mean like, yeah, I’d give you whatever you needed, but ya know, you should probably ask first…” 

“Okay, so.. if I want to borrow your things, I have to marry you?” he mused before he looked her up and down. “I mean, eh.” he shrugged his shoulders and grinned at her. “Fine, let’s do it -- let’s go get married, I had no idea you had such strong feelings for me, Kara. Do I also get you take your badge and all when we are married?” 

The question made her take a deep breath as she thought about it. “I think so,” she answered slowly as she thought about it. “He did it when he turned and lost control, so no I don’t know. I might have to sit and ask him when I get the strength to do it.” Which, in Maya’s mind, it needed to be soon and quick, since she didn’t want to see her brother that way ever again.

“And when do you think you’ll get the strength to?” he mused, taking another sip of his drink. “Wait -- are you getting yourself drunk for that? You really think it’s a good idea to go find a vampire with no humanity when you’re wasted?” 

“Clearly i’m honored.” she replied with a laugh. “Fiance. Future wife. Wife. It all involves getting free cake today if your plan works out.” Rosabelle shrugged, looking at the ring pop with a smile. “So yes, count me in as your fiance. Oh! I wonder if they’ll give us more cake at the end if i dramatically call off the engagement towards the end. You know. out of pity.”

“Yes, free cake, that’s the goal. I am Mark, by the way.” he grinned at her. “Well, then you have to accept this then.” he insisted before a laugh left his lips. “Yes, we could totally do that -- or maybe we can be so dramatic that they will give us things simply to get us out of there. Maybe -- maybe, you get a call that I cheated on you.” 

She nodded. The how part she was still working on, though she had a couple ideas. “One might be just to talk to him, to try and plead with that human nature of his. Or…or I do something that may or may not force him to turn it off.” Though that was probably going to be number one on the list. “Not forever…maybe till he’s scared straight or something.”

“You think he would listen to you?” he mused, genuinely curious. He wondered if Mel could get through to him if he was in such a situation. Not that he would be, but he couldn’t help but wonder. He didn’t really know. Maybe Chloe would have more luck. Or Dash. “Now that sounds far more interesting.” he said, a brow raising. “Yeah, I guess an eternity is a long time to be in jail. You know why he did it?” 

Dani grinned and shifted closer to him. “You didn’t know?” With an angelic smile on her lips, she positioned herself as if she was going to put her arm over his shoulders, but instead, she smacked him in the back of his head. “Stop thinking with your dick then!” Shaking her head, she started to feel Mark’s jeans up, until she found his phone. “I’ll deal with her for you, but this is the last time! Now, which crazy girl is she number 5 or don’t call or call if you want to get freaky?” 

“Ouch. What the hell, Dani.” Mark whined when the other smacked him on the back of his head. “To be frank, I don’t think, like.. at all.” he grinned. “Listen, if you want to feel me up, you don’t have to make excuses about looking for my phone and all that.” he scoffed before giving it a thought. “I’d say I’d call if I want to get freaky.” he grinned and winked at the other. “But don’t be so crude, just save her by her name for god’s sake -- it’s Olivia.” 

Melody looked up at the sound of the familiar voice. She hadn’t seen Mark since he showed up at her home in the middle of the night but she knew from word of mouth that he hadn’t left town. There was an anger that started to boil up when she looked at him but she pushed it down. He may have taken Mason from her, perhaps not in the way her father insisted but he had taken her twin from her. Her other half. And the rage and anger she felt and the blame she put on him would always be there. But at the end of the day, just like Mason, he was her brother. And since she had been forced to fight back against their father, he was the only family she had left even if he had never truly felt like family. Perhaps this was the time to remedy that. She cleared her throat before nodding her head slowly. “I wouldn’t be against having a drink.” Mel finally decided, the smallest of smiles playing on her lips. “Now? Or…later?”

So, maybe it wasn’t the best of ideas to have just ghosted on his sister like that when he had promised to keep in touch but their conversation that night had been awkward enough and Mark did not want to do it again any time soon. But then days had turned to weeks, and weeks to months -- what was even the point of his return if it wasn’t to try and fix things with his sister? Maybe he would fail, but he had to try. He was relieved when she agreed to go get a drink, the smallest of smiles gracing his lips. His shift was over at the Cafe and so he did have time to spare at the moment, there wasn’t a question about that. “I don’t mind, whenever works for you. Or, if you want to finish up here.. I could wait?” 

Listen, Tessa, I am not your family. The words stung. In fact, Tessa would’ve much rather Mark slap her in the face than talk to her like that. “I–” She couldn’t find a single word to say to him in that moment. Mentally, she was beating herself up, because she knew he would react like this. Part of her knew that Mark would just shut down and not want to, but she wasn’t expecting it to hurt like this. “Yeah, fine.” Her voice was quiet, meek, unlike the bright, exuberant girl who’d greeted him moments before. She looked down at her feet for a moment, trying to stop the tears that were coming. There was no way, when he talked to her like that, that she was going to let him see her cry. “Everyone else has someone to be with, Mark. I thought–” No, she hadn’t thought anything. She’d hoped Mark had grown up in the past few years. Hoped he’d be more willing to do something like this with her, even if it was just to keep her company. But she wasn’t family to him, so maybe this reaction made sense. She bit her quivering lip, trying to stop it from shaking. She wasn’t going to let him see her like this. She took a deep breath before looking up at him. “Forget it.” Something in her urged her to say her next words. “You know, I might not be your family, but I’ve considered you mine for a while.” Her mistake, right?

“So? So what if everyone has someone to be with? Go join them. This isn’t a fricking Ball or something, where you need a date and have to do it as a couple or some shit.” He was completely distancing himself from her emotionally, quickly closing him off from feeling anything for the situation, or for the crying mess she was clearly about to become. This was all a fucking mess and he wanted absolutely no part in it. “I can’t do this with you, alright? I have to go. Just -- text Chase or something. Go find your actual family, not just some guy who used to know your parents for like, five minutes.” Without another word, he turned around and left, not looking back at her to see the damage he had done -- because he was sure he had said things which would possibly make Tessa detest him forever. 

“Oh, totally! Open that store!” Tessa agreed, trying to get her own enthusiasm back. She wanted so desperately to be more like Mark in this situation. “I’m a cute girl, and I can confirm–we love teddy bears. You’ll meet tons of cute girls, plus… if you ever need to nap on the job, teddy bears make excellent pillows.” Her voice never quite met the fun her words were implying, and an idea had begun to form in the back of her mind that she couldn’t quite shake. “Hey, Mark,” she started, her voice a little quieter than before. “–Can you stick around a bit? Maybe help me light the lanterns for my family?” She knew it was a long shot, but Mark had known them. Her parents had helped him out when he needed it; surely he could make an effort for them. “I promise I won’t make it weird. Just kind of want a familiar face around.” She didn’t want to do it alone.

“That’s what I’ll do then. Why would I not want to meet more cute girls? And maybe Chloe will be impressed then, by all the effort I put into opening a store. She loves telling me to be responsible.” he grinned at her. His face fell as she continued to speak, asking him to stay for the lanterns. Holding on to ghosts of the past was not something Mark did, especially because it dragged him down more than help him to move a head with life. Apart from Melody, all of his family was dead. Most of Dash’s family were dead and Tessa’s family who had given him a home when his own father had driven him out of town -- most of them were dead too. They were all gone and weren’t coming back -- he didn’t want to dwell on it and make himself miserable. He knew he would be a mess if he allowed himself to think and feel about all of the people he had lost. “Why?” he asked her, immediately closing off from her, any sign of friendliness on his face disappearing in an instant. “Listen, Tessa, I am not your family.” he said bluntly, with complete disregard to anything the blonde might be feeling. “I can’t do this with you. Why can’t you ask Chase? Or Lily? Or Dash. Or anyone? I am not the person for this, alright? I can’t do this with you.”