Marcus Alexander Reed

Remy: Do you hate me?

“Okay, okay.” His insistence that he was fine was enough for Cassie to drop the subject. If he said he could handle the pain she believed that he could. Hopefully the bruises would heal quickly, as witches they didn’t have the benefit of accelerated healing that the other supernaturals enjoyed. “Yeah, no kidding.” She gave a light sigh, shaking her head then looking up at him again. “Hopefully they’ll find whoever is behind all of this soon and then we can stop worrying.”

Remy had to admit she was both impressed and proud of him. Neither of them were the same goofy high school kids who hadn’t a clue what they were doing. Maybe they were still clueless, sure, but they at least had grown in that time. “We’re in this for good right? We try, and we see if it works, and if it does that’s the whole idea right?” she ventured to ask.

With a curt nod, Marcus replied, “Right”, before taking her by the hand and guiding her to sit on the blanket that had been laid out for them before. Raising a curious eyebrow at her, he inquired, “So, are you hungry? I’m pretty sure I brought enough food for a small army.” He had packed the picnic basket full of all kinds of sandwiches and snacks and sweets. “What do you feel like, chances are, it’s in here”, he asked further.

He waved down the next waitress to finally pass by, “Two more martini’s for me, and whatever my friend here would like.” 

He turned his attention back to his new drinking mate and held out his hand, “I’m Darren, or DJ, I just moved in on the edge of town.”

Marcus didn’t have to think long about what he wanted to drink, “Rum and coke. Thanks.” Although it wasn’t his usual drink, he felt like he needed to change it up a little, whiskey was getting a bit boring. Taking Darren’s hand, Marcus introduced himself in return, “I’m Marcus Reed. So how do you like it so far Darren?”.

Moss motioned to follow him, “Well then come on, that’s something I can get behind, there’s a good bar right around the corner. They make a great mongolian motherfucker. First round’s on me.”

Alcohol was one of the few things in the world that could at least dull his emotional sensitivity and just in case Marcus ended upset it would definitely help to at least not feel the full extent.

Obliging, Marcus followed Moss to the bar that apparently had some rather interesting drinks that Marcus had never heard of before in his life. On the way there, he asked, “What’s a mangolian motherfucker? Truthfully it sounds like my kind of drink, a concoction of a bunch of strong liquor?”.

Moss’ face softened, his heart went out to the man. “Not everyone gets over that very quickly… She’s going through a lot on her own. I felt that in her. I’m still getting over the fact that my best friend is a Werewolf. And he’s been one the entire time I’ve known him. Now let’s back this up. If you keep getting angrier I’m only going to get angry too. ”

He hadn’t wanted to remind the man that he was an empath, if he’d had to say it more than once it usually just came off as condescending or nagging. “What’s something that cheers you up, Hmm?”

Giving Moss a curt nod, Marcus tried to get his temper under control. If anything he would deal with those feelings later, right now he had to remind himself that Moss was an empath and that his anger wouldn’t just affect him. Taking a few deep breaths, once he knew he would be able to talk calmly again, Marcus shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe some fucking alcohol or something would do the trick. It always has in the past.” He knew it wasn’t the best idea to go back to alcohol as a means of coping with Remy being a vampire but he didn’t really care at the moment.

Remy: This goes above and beyond keeping a temper in check, Marcus, but yes I will tell you. You WON'T say anything to anyone though.

Remy: People are dead because of me. Because I lost control. There was nothing I could do about it. I'm so sorry.

Remy: I know I know, I'm the worst example.

Remy: It's not like I hung out with the wrong person or something though. It's not that easy. Absolutely no one in this town can know.

Macus: Why are you beating around the bush, Rem? It's obvious you're not telling me something, I'm not stupid.

Remy had to admit she was impressed. It was a beautiful set up in the most perfect place. She still remembered her purple homecoming dress and how she felt like a princess in it. They had posed for pictures and had a great night. Her mom had one of the photos hanging up in the hallway at home last she could remember. “This is amazing,” Remy gushed. “We’ll need to take a picture. Like a then and now sort of thing.”

“Of course”, Marcus agreed to her suggestion of taking a picture. But at the same time he was a little scared to see the two pictures side by side, they’d come such a long way since then. He thought he was a better man, a better person these days but what did he know, he probably still had a very long way to go anyways. Pulling her to the picnic, he let her take in the scenery as he wrapped his arms around her petite frame and rested his head in the crook of her neck, happy and content for the first time in a while.

“Good, because I always tell the truth.” She gave him her best grin and looked back down at her pancakes. “If we’re being honest about the bash, I might have been danced off the stage after someone spiked the punch… after I spiked it. Witches, man, they don’t fuck around.”

He scoffed at her comment about always telling the truth because he knew nobody always told the truth. There was a good chance she was over-exaggerating just a bit but Marcus wasn’t going to call her out on it. Well, that was news to him, he knew that some messed up stuff happened at Monster Bash but as it turned out he didn’t even know the half of it. Raising an eyebrow, he waited for her to go on, feeling like there was more there that needed to be said.

Remy: I'll lose you if I'm brutally honest about everything. Not just that.

Remy: I can't lose anyone else.

“You will, you’l figure it out.” Remy was sure of that. He had adapted so far from a football career to being thrust into this new reality of small town and learning about Charlie. If he could do that, then he could get past this too. She wrapped her arms around Marcus’ neck, tugged close as she returned the kiss just as happily. She had known him so long now, and yet she was learning something new everyday. Still close, she leaned away enough to comment. “We’ll never get to the picnic if you keep that up,” Remy murmured.

Frowning a little at her comment about never making it to the picnic, he shook his head in disappointment and sighed, “Fine, be that way”. He was kidding of course, giving her a hard time had always been his thing and he did it mostly because he loved her so much and he knew that she wouldn’t take it seriously. Unwrapping his arms from around her, he grabbed her by the hand and started leading her in the direction of the picnic. Remembering that he forgot to close his car, he dug the key out of his back jeans pocket and pressed the automatic door lock key.

Ronnie shrugged. “I’m pretty noticeable. You don’t walk around with this gorgeous face and not attract attention.” At the other comment she smiled. “Who said I was lying?” She leaned in. “I wasn’t a bitten in wolf, after all.”

Although chuckling, Marcus agreed, “Yes, indeed. That is very fucking true.” He liked that the woman was confident in herself. Man was she confusing though, he wasn’t even sure if she was being sarcastic anymore or if she was actually telling the truth. “Alright, alright. I take it back, I believe you”, he said in surrender.