Summary: Marcus is out in the night and he catches a scent leading him to a woman not entirely human. Xover fic for Twilight and Dark Angel
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the characters… not a thing….
The night was warm in Volterra with the wind dancing on the air and whispering through the deserted streets. One man who dared the night did so with the knowledge that he would never be harmed. Marcus. He knew nothing could touch him, nothing could sway him. Then on the air a scent he had never encountered before wrapped around him. He turned in a circle trying to breathe it all in. It was alluring, summer rain and winter snow, all mixed together with just a hint of the untamable. Street after street Marcus followed the scent until he caught a glimpse of the human it belonged to. She moved like a panther, but was as lean as a pixie with an Elfish height. The young woman ducked around a corner and he lost sight of her. The scent of her pulled him from the shadows, around the corner, only to block a punch being thrown his way. "That was uncalled for." His tone lacked the usual bite to it and his eyes lost some of his usual cruelty.
"You were following me what did you expect?" She snarled.
He was drawn in my her ice blue eyes that seemed at odds with the golden tan of her skin, the dark brown/black of her hair. Marcus had never seen someone like her. "I caught a glimpse of you and I wanted to see more." He said.
"Then get an eyeful," she snarled. "It will be the last time you see me." Wrenching her arm free she hurried through the thick blackness.
Marcus went after her, but she disappeared. The girl had vanished into thin air. It actually made him smile. Closing his eyes e listened, tried to pick up the sound of her heartbeat. Marcus nearly gave up until he heard footsteps above him. She was running on a roof. How could human jump that far? Looking around the ally for any sign of life Marcus debated going after her. The sun would be long to rise; he had hours yet before him. Without further delay, using his vampiric strength and speed, he set off after her.
Leo moved along the rooftops trying to run off all the extra energy she had. It was that time; she was in heat. Damn her feline genetics. Sometimes she hated her transgenic nature with a fiery passion and then other times she couldn't imagine another life. It was always during this three day span that she made some of the worst choices in men all in service to scratch her itch that was hardwired into her DNA due to the large amount of feline genetics to she held inside of her.
Then as she was running she had felt, known that someone was stalking her. That feeling immediately made her think of Lydecker, think that she was found. It made her run harder looking for an easy escape. Then she had gotten it in her head to physically harm who ever it was. She was of a dual nature tonight; fear quickly turned to blinding rage. And then he had caught her wrist. His hand was as cold as the snow with eyes as crimson as blood. He drew her in, had the feline inside of her purring. She knew for certain that his cold skin could cool down the raging lust inside of her.
Leo instantly stopped that train of thought. It would turn into a wreck that was for certain. This man, whatever he was, couldn't help her. Yet, why did her fingers itch to feel his skin/ why did her lips hurt to kiss him? He was a complete stranger. "Complete stranger are all I hook up with." She confessed to the night. Pausing Leo waited and listened. Then she reminded herself that there were no hoverdrones inEurope. They wouldn't capture her image and transmit it to the police database and thus Lydecker wouldn't find her. Momentarily she breathed a sigh of relief.
"It seems I've found you again."
Leo whirled around and there he was. His crimson eyes caught the moon light sending a wave of renewed lust through her. In the blink of an eye he was standing in front of her. Leo swore she could feel the coldness radiating off him. It did nothing to cool her, for that she would have to have his touch. A pure rumbled in her throat. Leo was tired of fighting her hunger. And he did follow her up here. He certainly was pleasing no the eyes, long brown hair, pale skin, gorgeous lips. It made her lick her own. "So you did."
"Are you going to run again?" Marcus tried to tower over her, "Because I do love the chase."
If she was going to make a bad choice in her partner for tonight, she couldn't do much worse than the man in front of her. At least he was gorgeous and tall. Leo hoped that he was, well made. "No running." Taking what she wanted Leo fisted her hands in the front of his shirt and hauled him close taking his lips. She tasted the hint of blood and it excited her even more.
Marcus was shocked, stunned, but she tasted so good. His hands went to her waist, fingers digging into her skin bringing her hips in against him. "I can…" He drew in breath, "Take you anywhere."
"How about my bed?" she growled pushing him off. He only smiled at her.
"No names." Leo stood on the ledge looking back at him. She jumped down to the street below. He was there with her.
Leo dragged him through the door pushing him up against one of the steel beams kissing him with the fierce hunger she was feeling. He grabbed her, hauling her up into his arms fighting her back. She threaded her fingers through his long locks as he turned pinning her to the beam in return a little harder; but the rougher the better. She liked it rough. Her heart beat quickened, her breathing grew ragged. Her body burned to have her base need stated. All Leo could hope for was a quick tumble, him to pass out, and for her to slip out unnoticed.
Marcus heard her rumbling growl, felt it against his chest. She was burning hotter than a pyre. He wondered if she would actually bring some warmth back to his skin. There was only one way to find out. Moving away from the beam he saw a mattress covered in pillows and blankets over near a corner. Moving to it, Marcus took her down. Her hands were all over him, clawing at the buttons of his shirt just as his fingers pushed up the edge of her skirt. Never had he been so hungry and it wasn't for the taste of blood. It was for the warmth of a woman. This woman below him was fire, she was raging lust, and it made his thirst die away in the face of the rising desire. For tonight, Marcus just felt, he didn't listen to this thirst. He let his body take over.
Leo rolled them so she was on top with her center resting right over his impressive bulge. There was the hope that he knew how to use it. "I think I could have some fun with you." She grinned a wicked grin placing the palms of her hands on his shoulders. His hands came up to her bare thighs, nails racking over her skin. Leo shivered and hungered even more. He ripped the delicate lace of her underwear and the games began. The coldness of his skin met the heat of her body and she was lost to the gnawing hunger.
TWO HOURS LATER:
Leo listened to he man she had just bedded running the shower. She felt wretched for giving into her base nature. Now Leo was going to have to call Zack to let him know she was moving on fromItaly. "Damnit," She mouthed slowing rolling out of bed. Her underwear was in tatters. Stuffing them in her back pocked Leo slowly eased open the window and slipped out, disappearing out into the night. She left her motorcycle behind as to make a silent get away. That alone pained her. Leo loved her bike more than anything.
Street by street she faded into the shadows getting as far from her crash pad as she could. Tomorrow would be soon enough to come back for the rest of her stuff; her clothes and her guns. Right now she had to call Zack. He was the unit commander. Ducking into a dark doorway Leo pulled out the burner phone to dial Zack's number. The ringing went on and one until the voicemail hit. "Zack, gods, I wish you were answering the phone. I did something stupid; major league stupid. There was a guy…" Her hand went to her shoulder where he had bitten her. There she felt a minor irritation, but nothing else.
Her perfect DNA would keep her from getting any disease known to man. She couldn't be affected by radiation. "I slept with him Zack and now… I think it would be safer to leave." Leo banged her head on the door jam. "I really wish you answered. Call me back. I need to know what to do. Until then I'm going under ground." Hitting the end button on her phone Leo put it in her left back pocket before setting off once again into the waning night.
Marcus walked back into the room expecting to find the girl passed out on the mattress. Instead she was gone and a window was open. He licked his lips tasting the small trace of her blood he had taken. It had been instinct. Now, there could be a new born vampire out on the streets of Volterra and he had created her. Running his hands through his wet mass of hair, "Aro's going to kill me."
Going over to the bed he found the blanket she had come on and gathered it up. The scent of lust, of summer rain, of winter snow, still clung to the fabric. Folding it up Marcus tucked it over his arm and headed out the door and back to his home that he shared with his brothers. At least he would have something to occupy his mind today while Aro and Caius listened to the day's grievances. As he walked through the streets the night was quickly fading. As using his speed he made it back to his home carrying the scent of the woman with him.
ONE WEEK LATER:
Leo was lying on one of the many rooftops soaking up some sun to help keep her tan. Though, the golden skin needed no help from the sun. She was made this way from scientists. Idly her hand went to the bite mark on her shoulder wondering what happened to the mysterious pale guy she had slept with about a month ago. He had been so vigorous forcing her to keep pace. That hadn't happened to her before. Most of the men she bedded tended to be passed out before round two even began. But she has been the one that night to try and keep pace. It had bee a nice change. That night she had been well and truly sated.
In her front pants pocket the burn phone she had buzzed pulling Leo out of her thoughts. Leo pulled the hone out answering with, "Yeah."
Leo sat up straighter. She had been waiting and waiting for her brother, her unit commander to call, for days. But she hadn't stressed too bad as she knew Zack had her other family to look after. "Sorry, thanks for calling me back."
"What happened with this guy? Do you need me to come and take care of him?" Zack offered.
Leo smiled at that actually. Zack was never afraid to shed blood if one of his brothers or sisters were in danger. "No, I was just wondering, do you want me to relocate. I have some money but…"
"For now, stay put," Zack sighed. "I'm inSeattledealing with Max, Crit, and Syl."
Leo perked up at that. "Max?"
"No Leo…." Zack warned.
"But Zack…" Leo wanted to come home. Max was her sister, the one who watched her back when she had been in trouble. The night of the escape she had been separated from her and it still pained Leo to this day.
"Not yet. When everything is over I'll call you and let you talk to her then." Zack bargained.
"So, what should I do?" Leo asked again. Maybe, if Zack told her to stay she could go and find that guy, if that was even a good idea.
"Stay put for now," Zack sighed, "I'll send someone to you. Zane is fleeing the country. I'll call him and divert him to you."
"I'm in a town called Volterra." Leo informed. It would be good to have one of her brothers with her. "Thanks Zack."
"Stay safe baby sister." The line went dead.
Marcus sat draped in his chair in the audience hall listening to a young vampire beg for his life. The pathetic weakling was accused of some crime, but in truth Marcus had stopped listening. All he thought of was the girl, was her scent. It was driving him crazy not knowing who she was or where he could find her. Night after night he had been going on walks through the city trying to find her scent again. Nothing. Marcus still had the blanket he had taken from her; the scent was fading from it though.
"Marcus? Are we boring you?" Aro asked.
"To tears," Marcus said drawing out of the chair, "Pass judgment and be done with it."
"That is not who we are." Caius said casting a cold glare to his brother Marcus.
"Do you tell me this because you think I do not know?" Marcus rounded on his brother. "Take care how you speak to me." He warned. Looking to Aro, Marcus said, "You have my vote for whatever you decide. I'm through with this for the day." Slipping the immaculate fur lined coat from his shoulder, he draped it over his chair, and left.
Walking through the halls he looked at portrait after portrait; the subjects always the same. Marcus and his brothers. It was times like these that he wished he could sleep, could dream. At least if he dreamed then he would once again see her.
Entering his room he took to the chair directly in front of the open balcony. The double doors were open, the black heavy curtains billowing in the breeze; he sat down bringing the blanket into his lap once again bringing her scent around him. Where was she? What was she doing? Was she still in Volterra? He had no name to call her by.
Marcus sighed deeply knocking the back of his head against the high back of his opulent chair. How could he find her? Her scent was no where in town. Night after night he retraced his steps from the first time he saw her. Marcus had even gone to the building where they had had sex only to find her belongings gone, the motorcycle missing as well. All that remained was the mattress. It was as if she never was in the city at all. Her scent alone told him she had been real, not a wraith created by his mind.
The sun was setting and still Marcus sat watching the city below him. His fingers idly rubbed the edge of the blanket corner letting his mind spin and spin. How had he gotten his way? She did this. Marcus should be angry about this change in him, but he wasn't. He was no longer bored. He had a new thrill; the thrill of the hunt for her. Then, much as it had that night, her scent was carried to him.
With grace and speed Marcus rose from his chair going out to the balcony just as the sun sank beneath the horizon. Drawing in enough of the light summer air he centered all of his attention on her scent; the scent of summer rain and winter snow. Vaulting over the edge Marcus ran in the direction of the scent, ran through the night, through the streets looking for her.
Leo sat up watching the sun go down. She would have to leave soon if she was to get to her job at the bar. The owner had hired her off the street because she had been wearing a short skirt, a black halter top with flames on it, knee high boots, and her dark hair pulled back in a braid. She should be grateful. Leo had a job where she made money and tips. If she saved enough then she could move on and move out of Volterra. Did she really want to leave? Leo didn't know. But she knew she had to get to work. Going to the ledge she dropped down to the street below and walked off casually like she hadn't just dropped the three stories down from the roof.
She walked trough crowds of normal people wondering how they got from day to day as fragile as they were. Leo wasn't immortal, but she was stronger, faster, and healthier than most people. Except for the seizures. Those were the only flaw in her. That reminded her to find more tryptophan. She would have to steal it from somewhere. Her bottle was already low with a week left.
Slipping from shadow to shadow Leo watched for him, the man she bedded a week ago in a rush to sate her raging heat. Another draw back of her immense feline DNA. She had a human mind, but feline reactions, feline senses. If she had to remain here Leo would have to find someone else to scratch her itch. He had done an amazing job of nailing her six ways from Sunday and she found she had missed out on more play leaving him. Leo had been listening to her instincts. They had told her to run and run she did.
Not paying attention Leo ran smack dab into someone; cold touched her. "Oh no…" It wasn't her cold lover that had her worried, ready to rabbit all of a sudden. It was the two men in black BDU's that grabbed her attention. They looked like they belonged to Lydecker.
Marcus spotted her, knew she was not focused, and so he waited. To his eyes she seemed no different than the first night he had come across her. At least her scent was unchanged and as intoxicating just like that night. Marcus would be very interested in knowing how she seemed unharmed by the venom from the bite he had given her. He knew he had bitten her; the taste of her blood still lingered on his tongue. As he knew, she ran into him. The look that washed over her made him lips curve into a small smile. "Well, hello again." She didn't look at home, she was looking past him. It made him turn. Two men in uniform were staring at her.
"Oh no, no no no…." Leo looked from him, back to the men, and then back to the man in front of her. It couldn't be helped it seems, "I need your help." She was too proud, or so she should have been. It should have been enough to keep her from asking him for anything.
"What do you require?" Marcus asked hearing the frantic beat of her heart.
"Somewhere safe." Leo gave in. she had to if she was going to shake those soldiers off of her. This was dangerous and Leo should have known that Lydecker would have men in other parts of the world just incase "his kids" escaped the net. And they did escape. As far as she knew she was one of a few of them to leave the country. Jase was in Mexico, Jondy was in Canada, and she was in Italy.
"Then follow me," Marcus held out his hand to her. She placed her delicate hand in his allowing him to lead her down the side street that would take them up to the top of Volterra. It was as safe as they could get. No human dared to venture to the top.
At the home of the Volturi Aro watched in a rapt attention as Marcus walked in with a very beautiful woman by his side. It made him curious. Motioning Jane over Aro muttered, "Find out who our pretty guest is." He knew Jane would do what he asked. He also knew she understood his meaning. Jane would not ask the young woman right out; she would retrace the scent to where the woman lived and go through her belongings.
Marcus tried not to grind his teeth at hearing Aro's request of Jane. He tried to put it out of his mind. "Will you tell me your name now?"
She stopped, "Yeah, it's…. Leo."
"Leo?" Marcus repeated.
"Yes, do you have a problem with my name?" She placed her hands on her slender hips and arched one shapely eye brow at him. One night they had snuck out of the barracks to go to the high place with offerings for the Blue Lady and one of the trainers had a TV going. Something was on, se couldn't remember, but Zack had named her Leo that night. That had been her name, and it would always be her name.
Marcus knew to tread very carefully in what he would say next, "No, I just have never met a woman with such a name." Extending his hand to her Marcus said, "I am Marcus."
"Marcus?" Leo teased. She was feeling at ease with him and it was strange to her.