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Marcus (marcus_cole) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Though it seemed to be having no effect, Marcus kept whacking Armand with his pike. Once the vampire struck, however, Marcus' attention was turned inward, and his arms fell limp at his sides. His physical body swam away from him as he began to feel the horror that came with the undead monster prowling his innermost thoughts, and him unable to stop him. Marcus felt terror and despair as his worst moments flashed through him again, his brother leaving, the Shadows attacking. There was also an image that Marcus found acutely painful. It was a vision of Tonks, very pregnant. In his mind, the Ranger was forced to watch as the evil creature fed on his lover and slew her and their unborn child. In anguish, he would have screamed, except he had lost the strength to do so.

In a daze, he fell to the ground, unaware that he had been shoved, unaware that two small wounds slowly bled on his neck, barely aware of where he lay. The drowsiness that so wanted to steal over him was troubled by angry words.

"Wha? Meaning?"