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Marcus (marcus_cole) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Marcus was paralyzed in the vampire's hold, his lip curling with the effort to resist the pain that could not be resisted. Growling he fought the need to cry out, his bones aching as he fought the urge to twist helplessly in the creature's iron grip. The visions the beast showed him were as vivid as life, and as painful, despite the Ranger's knowledge that they were no more than effective psychic attacks. Having been trained to resist telepaths, Marcus could not stop what Armand was doing, but he could recognize it. When the unending torture had finally ceased, and Marcus's wound has been sealed, the Ranger fell, exhausted, to his knees, still haunted by the echoes of the vampire's attack.

"I owe you nothing, monster. Nothing you have shown me is real."

Where had that church been, and who the girl? Marcus wondered why the fiend had bothered to devise so elaborate a fantasy to play on his fear of Tonks' safety.