"I have told you this before... boy..." Mari spat under her breath. "You are a common slave... and he is the man that I love. He has his failings, like any man, but he is a man, the one that I want to be with. If you were really my friend you would respect that, you would support that! You would want me to be with him instead of standing between our happiness the way that you do! Do you think I do not see the way that you stare at me, undressing me with your eyes... do you think that helps me, to know you are thinking of me in such a fashion? We are friends, slave. Nothing more. You will never... NEVER have me.... now Marcus is coming and I am going to meet him... if you cannot contain yourself perhaps you should sleep outside... with the animals..."
The boy's eyes widened and his mouth opened to say something, but was caught by Marcus walking past, idly shoving him to the ground as he moved. In another life, the boy might have thought that it was his right. After all, the boy was just a slave and Marcus the son of a wealthy noble. But now... now there was only dark contempt on his face... he could feel his anger swelling, coiling inside of him like a viper, inspiring each and every muscle in his body to tense firmly as he started to stand up. He knew what exactly Marcus deserved for being a noble, and there would be nothing to stop him from giving it to that pompous, loud-mouthed ass tonight.
The boy blinked suddenly as blackness filled his vision and memory faded.
It was around him, it was on him. He could smell it, he could pratically taste it upon his lips as he lay in something cold and sticky, slowly pushing himself up as he looked around. His head was hammering like a drum and he groaned, placing a bloodied hand to his face, smearing it across his cheek as he tried to rub to clear his vision a little, blinking at the sight around him. His heart nearly stopped as dead as Marcus was.
At least... it certainly looked to be Marcus. There was little to tell from what was there. His body was in front of him, long hair seemingly the easiest indicator of where his face had been. The face itself had been nearly ripped apart, the jaw torn from the body and tossed upon the ground. There were fang marks all over his body in several areas from where he had been bitten, the pattern all too familiar to the slave boy. It was the same one that he left upon creatures... though he had never made them in such massive quantities. Though from the looks of them they looked violent, like Marcus had been struggling when it had happened. The slave had been so very angry...
But whatever cold anger still remained drained away as he noticed there was another lump next to the remains of Marcus, much smaller, and killed in a far more tidy fashion. The dark hair gave it away, there was no one else that it could have been, and even before he touched her, he knew that she was dead.
"No." he breathed out.
Moving, he tried to stand and slipped in the pile of blood on the cool stone floor, forcing himself to crawl towards her lifeless form, touching the cold hands that were cooler than the stone beneath him. The boy quickly scooped up her form and cradled it against his chest, brushing the dark hair from her eyes to see if they might be open. They were half lidded, but unfocused, the gloss of death on them unmistakeable. The slave boy could feel himself shaking even as the first choked sob came from him as he pulled her close to him and gripped her tight, buring his face into her neck.
The sound that came out of him was unintelligeable, but unmistakeable to any who had heard such a thing before. It started off low in his chest, a dull whine that grew into a horrific wail that echoed throughout the large mansion that her father lived in. It did not stop until the breath had escaped his lungs and left him gasping for more of it, but as soon as his body had oxygen again it errupted from him again, and again. Blood tears stained her skin as he rocked with her there on the ground, his mind disjointing from the reality of the situation. This was all a dream, it had to be a horrific terrible dream, this couldn't be real, this couldn't be happening.
"Gods above... he's killed them all!" a voice cried behind him. "GUARDS!"