#murcus volturi

So he'd taken you to France, staying in an old château he'd bought centuries ago.

But this was the first time you'd been here, marveling over the ornate architecture and endless rose garden full of fountains and statues and hidden corners. For the most part, the two of you remained in the château, hidden far away from the world and lost in your love. And he would have been happy to stay there, simply basking in the beauty of you. And yet, you were curious about the world, having seen so little of it compared to Marcus. It only took a bit of begging for the vampire king to break, dragging him out into the city to attend plays, shop, and anything else you wanted.

Tonight, it was dinner and dancing.

If anything, it was an excuse to dress up, Marcus in a neat suit and you in white silk, wearing the silver and pearls he'd given you.

It had been a perfect night, hadn't it?

Oh, he'd felt like a young man again! Taking the long, quiet walk home, you walked hand in hand, your head resting against his shoulder, his jacket wrapped around you now. He noticed a sweetly strange smile upon your pretty face, eyes so far away...

"What is it, darling?"

"Oh, it's just," you sighed happily. "I'm so happy, Marcus. I didn't even know it was possible to be this happy!"

"How strange...I was just thinking the same thing myself," he replied in the softest whisper, stealing a small yet sweet kiss from your warm cheek.

One day, he might miss the warmth.

He'd miss your heartbeat, the way your pulse quickened at his touch, and moments like this, when you became tired and sweet, too tired to walk any further. So he called some of the guards to bring the car around and drive the rest of the way, stepping away for only one moment. Marcus had only meant to buy you some flowers and a little snack from the little shop across the street, waiting beneath the streetlights for him.

But one moment was enough for trouble, wasn't it?

Marcus had only just stepped out of the shops when he saw it, some wretched creature storming down the street and right into you, his darling. You did not know enough French to understand what the man had snapped at you entirely, only understanding his angry tone, but Marcus understood it perfectly.

"Watch where you're going, bitch."

Fury burned through his entire body, Marcus barely able to contain himself. But he had to, reminding himself of how delicate you were, not wishing to lose composure in front of you.

He appeared at your side so quickly that neither you nor the man had seen him move at all, simply appearing by your side like a phantom.

"Apologize."

"What?" the man sneered, glaring back at Marcus...but he still sensed the fear in the wretch's heart.

"Apologize to my fiancée," Marcus replied. "for speaking to her like that."

A string of threats and swearing, half in French and half in English, erupted from the man, Marcus smiling with such beautiful cruelty. He had given him a chance, hadn't he? And what was to happen next, well, that was not Marcus's fault nor your own. The car pulled up just then and he hurried you in with a kiss, giving you the baked goods and flowers.

"Take my darling home," he informed the guard. I have some business."

"Marcus-"

But he only silenced you with a kiss, closing the car door and sending you home. The wretched man was still there, still furious, Marcus turning to meet his gaze with that smile, so cruel and so lovely to behold.

"A simple apology might have sufficed," he said softly. "But to be quite honest...I think I'd have killed you regardless, just for disrespecting her."

It was not long before he came home.

He'd made quick work of it, washing the blood away and tossing out the bloodied clothing without a second thought. You were waiting for him quietly, a blanket stolen from the bed and wrapped around you as you say by the window, unaware of the vampire king sneaking up from behind. He crept quietly, carefully, smiling as he snuck up behind and surprised with a little kiss upon your neck, arms around your waist.

"Marcus!" You turned in his embrace and kissed him at once, Marcus delighting in the sweet touch of you. "Are you okay?"

"Perfectly fine, my darling," he assured you.

"Did...did you...?"

"Hmm," Marcus murmured against your skin, considering his careful reply. "Yes, I killed him. I won't apologize for that.”

"I know you're not sorry, honey, but I think I am," you said softly, almost sadly. "I know how much you worry about me getting hurt, I didn't mean to worry you even more."

"Oh, you...you perfect creature!"

Pulling you onto the bed with him, Marcus covered you in a flurry of sweet, cold kisses, grinning as your heart thrilled in your chest. You, in all of your perfection, had been worried about him! How could anyone be so divine? After so long without love, your very existence, he believed, was a miracle.

You were an angel in love with a devil and he was prepared to raise hell in your name.