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Marcus Leventis, Ancient Vampire, 2,454 years old, Bisexual, the Head of the Leventis Clan, proud father of several sons and daughters, each branded with their own nickname rooted in Greek mythology, general surgeon and co-owner of Tartarus General...

[fashionablelaw]

“Marcus,” he called out with joy. Glad to see the Grecian’s face again. His maker, the one that opened up the doors of freedom to explore. He had seen many wonders thanks to this man. His gratitude was immeasurable. Marcus was there looking as handsome as when he met him. “I am fantastic thanks, It’s great to see you handsome,” he flirted. Old habits die hard. He walked in to the house and admired it. “You always have good taste,” he remarked on the interior. “where are my manners and how are you?” he asked with a wide grin, he was happy to be back with his maker.

[marcus-leventis-blog]

“That is very kind of you to say, thank you. I have put a great deal of effort into this house. Ah, if you will follow me, I have been doing a bit of packing and I am intent on finishing,” Marcus informed the younger, turning to ascend up the stairs. “I have been, mm, rather anxious I suppose. This past week has taken quite an unexpected turn, and I think, no, I know that I am taking a short break from my home.” It was a vague statement, and as of late that was all the ancient seemed to contend with. Vague details of vague feelings and a vague uncertainty of the future. He did not care for it.

“Disregard that, I suppose. Or, perhaps, do not.” The ancient turned to look toward the other and asked quite seriously, “Do you have a home on the island? If the answer is yes, I would like to request a stay for a short time.”

[echo-cooper]

He looked just like the brother she had seen last. A bit more clean shaven, dressed a lot differently, but it was her brother none the less. The joy she felt upon seeing him was something she had not felt in a long time, she rarely ever felt anything these days though. Echo had long since shut out a lot of her feelings to avoid getting hurt. Traveling often tended to help. But he was here, her brother. Echo was happy to have control over herself, or she very well may have cried. 

“As do you.” She replied easily, inhaling his scent easily. “Yes, he sired me, managed to hide the fact that he also sired you.” She felt anger tingle inside of her, but she managed to keep it down. He was insane, there was no yelling at him now.

[marcus-leventis-blog]

The Grecian’s jaw clenched so tightly he was sure he may have cracked a molar or two if he did not possess some semblance of restraint. Of course it was Arsaces. As though Raiden was not enough, he had to steal away his young sister as well. His hatred for the man oftentimes overshadowed the blood bond—an impossible feat, to be sure, and yet it was there. He could stay away, as far as he possibly could, and it would help. A bit. Still, there was the undeniable pull, coaxing him ever closer to the arguably insane ancient.

“I am very sorry, Echo, that you were placed under such.. Unstable care,” Marcus said carefully, choosing his words as though he were walking on glass, “But, I am thankful, at least, to see you again.” 

[echo-cooper]

Echo took to the embrace easily, arms wrapping around her brother just as tightly as his own. She inhaled in his scent, disregarding the familiar smell completely. She cared not who his sire was presently. “Oh it is you.” She breathed, a bright smile on her face.

“I thought you to be dead!” She told him, though her excitement over seeing him far overshadowed any other feelings. She couldn’t help but be curious over how they had never crossed paths, but allowed herself to bask in the present moment of happiness. She rarely felt it these days.

[marcus-leventis-blog]

He pulled back to have a better look at her, eyes traveling across the face of his little sister, the woman he cared so deeply for in his human life. How uncanny it was, to see her here now before him. He tried to not think about them—it was harsh, but it was a means of keeping himself mentally in tact. It was important to accept that death struck down most of the humans around him during his human life, and his vampiric existence for that matter.

“Certainly not,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “You do.. Smell familiar,” the elder admitted, a frown crossing over his features. “Arsaces.” It was not a question.

[fashionablelaw]

@marcus-leventis

Casanova had just arrived and immediately went to where his last letter was addressed to. Since his travelling he made sure to keep in contact with his maker/father. He had just turned a millennia a couple of weeks back and thought it was about time he stopped travelling and settling somewhere. Where better than with his family. He did tell his father he would be coming round when he arrived so he should be expecting him if the letter arrived. He really should move to email, but there was something nice about receiving a letter. Casanova was a bit of a romantic like that. He rang the door bell and waited hoping that rather than one of his many siblings it would be his father.

[marcus-leventis-blog]

The Grecian pulled himself up and away from his suitcase, a few things he thought he would need for a short—perhaps not so short—week away from the house. He needed that, even if he stayed at the Rosewood for a stint. He was not quite sure where he was going at the moment, but all he knew was that he needed to get a head start on packing, at least. Something. Anything. His ears perked at the second ring and he descended down the stairs before opening the door, brows raising slightly. A grin quickly followed, his joy overwhelming the short wave of surprise—he knew he was coming, and he recognized the scent, and still—

“Casanova,” he greeted, “My word. How are you? Please come in."

[kai-leventis]

Her fingers grasped the paper, crisp under her soft touch, and straightened it on her thigh before giving a brief glance to Marcus, “Of course,” she reassured the elder with a nod. If there was a thing she was really good at, it was keeping secrets, no doubt. Eyes scanned the letter thoroughly, lips moving only in the middle of it, and her jaw twitching once. “This is absurd,” breathed she, brows furrowing. “You are not going to seek him out, are you? It should be the other way around.” Kaitleen fell to be silent as her gaze still lingered over the letters. She could smell the anxiety mixed into this, but that did not make her pity Alexander, not at all. Instead of studying it further, she pushed the letter back to her maker, to do as he pleases.

“You should burn it,” offered she after a hot minute with a soft tilt of her head. “As for Alexander himself—, I don’t want to seem too invasive when I say this, but perhaps you were too soft with him. He doesn’t seem to understand the importance of family—” she got stuck mid sentence, tongue going through the top line of her teeth. Her youngest sibling reminded her of her very first progeny, a progeny who willingly jumped in front of the rising sun, leaving Kaitleen alone, and with a broken heart. “I’d say, since he is going to die out there anyway— perhaps will attack some hunters out of thirst and they are going to stake him— one of your options would be breaking the bond and cutting him out of the clan. To prevent the fall of our reputation, and the fact that we are going to have to deal with the council if that happens. If he wants to be a big boy, let him. He is the first of us all to do anything like that to you. Make it a lesson.”

[marcus-leventis-blog]

“I am uncertain as to what my next course of action may be,” Marcus admitted quite simply. He did not feel compelled to seek him out—the gift he bestowed upon his youngest progeny was not something given lightly, and it was something he had never been able to give to him in any previous life. The Grecian always stood by, forced to watch, hopeless, powerless, as whatever cruel design the Fates had in plan for Alexander unfolded and stripped him of his life. But this time, the sole time he was able to intervene, to take matters into his own hands, the boy left. He was tired of running, tired of the endless chase. Would it ever stop? He felt as though he could sleep for a thousand years and it would not begin to quell the deep fatigue that penetrated through his bones, through his soul.

“I think, for now, I will not take action. It is a fickle matter—for him, at least. The laws of vampiric society are still very new. He will be safe in the house, if he decides to return there,” the elder paused, finally reaching out to grasp the letter and slide it securely into his pocket again. “I will not reside within the main house for quite some time, I think. I must look into other accommodations for now. I cannot be near it—any of it.” Whether that made sense or not was beyond the ancient. He had never felt his words fail him so miserably, but it was better within Kaitleen’s company than anyone else. He felt the fatigue now, greater than it had ever been before, and a rush of anxious self-doubt gnashed deeply into his heart. “Kaitleen. Am I a bad father?” The question was quiet, but firm. Not a whisper, no, but there was a pointed sort of fear in the thought. And then shame, for posing such a question, and for revealing that sliver of weakness. “Forgive me,” he added quickly, “That is an inappropriate quandary to pose."

[kai-leventis]

Kaitleen swiftly got on her feet and opening a bar grabbed a glass turning it between her fingers before looking back at her maker. She did not answer with the same smile he offered, perhaps of the heavy feeling at the top of her chest. Instead she just filled the glass and went back to him, taking a seat on the arm of the chair and handing him the drink. “You are not obligated to,” she shrugged, a light gesture of her shoulders. “You can only chase a butterfly for so long,” mused she, looking through the window rather than at her father, “But he’s not an insect, not a wild animal, and you are not a hound. His statement does not make any sense, and all he is doing is victimizing himself.” Turning the bold gaze to Marcus Kaitleen did not blink. The words were a bit too harsh, perhaps, but his well-being was her priority. “This is not healthy, portraying you as a predator. You’ve been chasing for far too long, I believe it is time for you to stop.” 

[marcus-leventis-blog]

An easy silence pervaded across the ancient as he listened to his eldest progeny. A chaotic creature, to be sure, but Kaitleen provided the very best advice in any given situation. It was partially why Marcus was so proud of her, and her capabilities as a sire. She was strong, ruthless, fiercely intelligent, and still compassionate, and a protective mother for her own children and her family. The Grecian offered a quiet thank you as he took the glass and pressed it to his lips, swallowing the amber liquid in three swift swallows. After he set the emptied glass upon the desk, the vampire reached into his jacket and produced the letter his youngest progeny, and former fiancé, wrote to him.

“This is the letter I found,” Marcus told her, pushing it toward her along the smooth wooden top of the desk. “Before his departure. I would like you to read it, if you would. It is perhaps unnecessary to instruct you to do so, but I would strongly prefer for this to remain between the two of us.”

She already knew, he thought, she already knew part of what happened. Perhaps it was the blood bond—the intuitive understanding of a sire’s well being in that moment. Or she heard from another section of the clan. Dark eyes settled down upon his own hands. She had a point, to be sure. He was not a dog. But oh, how often he played the part of the pursuing hound.

[alwaysss-and-forever]

[kai-leventis]

Her ears were already perked with his steps, and with every and each one of them she grew more tense, that mostly building up in her shoulders, and once he entered.. Kaitleen visibly relaxed, her posture gaining a calmer appearance. “Hello,” she spoke, blinking slowly, unsure what should she say. Marcus acted overly official, and it set her off a little, crystalline gaze still not leaving her maker. “Is there any way I could help you?” Beginning almost as seriously as did he, she shook her head quickly before speaking again. ”A drink?”

[marcus-leventis-blog]

“I certainly would not say no to a drink,” the elder admitted to his progeny. He rolled his neck, cracking the stiff vertebrae with an unsatisfied expression. “I think, I think I am very tired,” he said, the words pulsing forth without context. He offered a brief smile, as though trying to offer some reassurance, but of what he was not sure. 

And then he realized, very quickly, it was an unnecessary action. With his eldest progeny—any of his progenies—there was hardly any point in masking himself with trivialities, like the false turn of the corners of his mouth. It left just as soon as it came. “I am unsure of what else to say, except that I think I am tired of chasing. I am tired of pursuit.” He spoke from the pit of his heart, words flowing in a natural course akin to that of a river, pulsing water down in a rapid rush.

[marcus-leventis-blog]

@kai-leventis

“Hello, Kaitleen. Ah, I do hope this is not an inconvenience,” Marcus voiced, his overly polite tone pervading through his quiet discomfort. He closed the office door behind him and crossed the room before taking a seat at the impressive, and undoubtedly expensive desk. “I am.. unsure of who else to approach in this matter at this moment, and even now, being near you, I can feel some semblance comfort.”

“It is very welcomed,” he said, his jaw clenching as though in anger, but the sudden grinding of his teeth was merely a movement to relax the tightening within his throat. 

[lylawaterman-deactivated2016050]

“Oh”, she laughed, though Marcus seemed perfectly serious. “Yes, he turned me. He’s not so bad…he’s very protective. I guess he hasn’t taught me everything yet, but I am learning.” she nodded. “I’m an excellent student”, she smiled at Marcus, knowing that she was telling the truth. She had always excelled in school, whether she liked the subject or not. “How do you know him? I guess everyone knows everyone here…It’s something to get used to”, she looked off. She had to wonder how many people knew Billy, now that he was around. He had been a vampire long before she knew him, from what she gathered. While she didn’t know the way these things work, she had to guess they all knew each other somehow. “Do you? Know everyone, that is.”

[marcus-leventis-blog]

“I am close to his sire, Marcellus. I have known the family for a very long time, and I am very close with his wife, Artemisia. She is a dear friend,” Marcus said, offering the brief explanation. “I am well connected within the vampiric community. I suppose that happens naturally with age and certainly with the number of progenies I have as well. Every progeny offers an untapped amount of connections with other vampires and supernatural beings,” he continued, though he stilled his tongue after a moment. “My apologies. That is a rather long winded way of saying yes, I am familiar with many inhabitants here. All of them? Certainly not. But a great deal."

[drakeofoz]

Oz didn’t buy it. He knew there was something Marcus wanted, but he had no clue what. The only time things were handed out free were when they were rigged or crap. But this was money they were talking about. “Okay- so you go fund me and all that jazz, so what do you want in return, Marcus? Gotta be something.”

[marcus-leventis-blog]

“Not a thing,” the vampire insisted. Marcus would have been irritated if he were not otherwise mentally occupied. "I do not understand why this is a difficult concept to understand." 

“There is not a single thing you owe me, Drake. Consider it a favor, if you will. Not even that,” he said, “A gift, with zero strings attached. You do not owe me anything."

[echo-cooper]

@marcus-leventis

“Pardon me for intruding, but you look terribly familiar, have we met before?”

[marcus-leventis-blog]

“What a foolish question.”

The vampire pulsed forward, easily closing the gap between himself and his sister before wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace. He disregarded the potential discomfort in that moment, but he could not fight the urge to pull his sister close. She was different, to be sure, but his sister nevertheless. 

[lylawaterman-deactivated2016050]

“Drake? Who is Drake?” she shook her head, not understanding at all. “No, my maker’s name is Oz. He’s really not the worst”, she attempted to stick up for him, though she hadn’t the faintest idea why, other than they’d been getting along decently lately. “You look concerned. Am I doing something wrong?”, she looked up at Marcus, worry on her face.

[marcus-leventis-blog]

“Yes. Drake,” the ancient emphasized, “That is his true first name. Not 'Oz'.” He refused utterly to shorten any individual’s given name. His manner of speech was deeply embedded into his own identification—he never used contractions, nor did he ever swear, unless under extreme circumstances or impaired in one way or another. “You have done nothing wrong my dear, I must assure you of that.”

[theoriginals-gifs]

Leadership must be earned, and one way or another, I will have that charter.

[drakeofoz]

Oz rolled his eyes. Factual or not, Oz knew it too. He just hated to admit it. “Why don’t I buy that? There’s always some sort of incentive. Spill it.”

[marcus-leventis-blog]

His jaw clenched, for however briefly, but the tension was there nevertheless. A sudden spark of.. What was it, anger, betrayal, some negative tension. But it dissipated as soon as it filled him. It did not matter any more, why he wanted the casino. 

“Consider it a gift, from your loving Uncle.”

[klaroline-secrets]

[billythebloody]

“I’ll have to call you back, blast from the past ‘n such.” Billy hung up with the crook on the pay phone (because these sorts of calls he didn’t like  traced back to any reachable number) and stood there waiting for the familiar brunet to approach. 

“Picture this,” he said with enthusiasm, dramatics and all. “Scene: The year is 1902. It’s a dark and dreary eve in a little old pub in London. The dark haired beauty exits without a sound. Blondie sits and wonders if what he said was wrong. Smooth narration comes in. Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome has disappeared once again. Any of that ringin’ a bell?”

[marcus-leventis-blog]

“A distant memory from a not quite so distant past,” the elder admitted, his brow arching in slight interest. He had not thought of William for quite some time now. Not for a lack of personal delight, nor ought of strict distain. Perhaps, rather, it was something in the middle. There was a reason Marcus left, after all. “William. How have you been?” He asked, a genuine curiosity ebbing through his tone.

“I am tickled to see you still enjoy waxing poetic. You have always had a bloody good knack for it.”