#au!mark

“ Oh yeah? You know what? Fuck you. That’s what. ” ( @wolvesofnola )

He was grumpy as he sat on the couch in his living room, arms folded over his chest and glaring at the coffee table. Knowing Felicity, she was going to take her own sweet time to come over and help him out. God knew if she would even bother to. He literally had no idea how they had been friends before she had turned him -- and now, well, it was not like he had a choice. He couldn’t go around asking other vampires for help if he wanted to keep it a secret from everyone, especially his family. He didn’t know how long he sat there but finally there was a knock at the door and he rushed to get it. “About time.” he rolled his eyes as she walked inside. “So, what do we do?”

He had knocked at her door and had waited impatiently for her to open up, stepping inside without so much as a hello. “Okay -- so, it seems I am a wolf now.” Mark said when he had seated himself on the couch in her living room, oblivious to the girl’s shock on seeing him. In his mind, she was his cousin and a close friend and barging in into her house unannounced was just normal. “I don’t understand, how could I be a wolf? I --” He had never killed and never triggered the curse of course. But he was a vampire and his cousin didn’t know that, he couldn’t talk about that to her. Or anyone. He hadn’t told anyone what had happened to him a few months ago. “It can’t be.” he muttered mostly to himself before looking up at the girl. “What the fuck is happening?”

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Finally. Fucking Finally. Here was someone whom when he saw, he could feel the relief flood within him. With all that was going on since he had been thrown into this life which wasn't his own, with all that he didn’t understand and with people he knew and didn’t know giving explanations which he could make no sense of, Mark had been looking for something firm and steady to hold on to. But he had found nothing at all. Until now. He could only hope that she remembered him like he remembered her -- he knew many were struggling with versions of themselves their friends knew nothing of. He tried to hurry pushing through several people, trying to catch up with the girl before he lost her in the crowded streets. “Dinah!”

“You have absolutely no sense of personal space, dude!” Mark said with an exasperated roll of his eyes when the other walked into his room yet again like as if he owned the place. Although this time around Mark wasn’t as opposed to his arrival as he had been before. With him drowning in despair ever since he had found out from his cousin that he had killed Gino many years ago -- the brother who he could vividly remember having had drinks with only last week -- he was feeling like he was losing his mind. And for some reason, Nate’s presence was calming and the way he insisted that he was his friend and wanted to help despite Mark’s rudeness was making him trust the man more than he thought he could. “What do you want now, Nate?”  

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