Marcus didn't know how much time had passed, nor did he really care. The only thing that mattered was to make sure the girl was happy, and if that included lifting heavy beams to where they needed to be to help with the building, that's what he would do. At the moment he was sitting perfectly still though as the witch was busy painting a portrait for some reason. Her reasons didn't matter, he would do what she wanted without question.

When Damien kicked down the door, Marcus was on his feet and stood between Damien and the witch in moments. "Get out," he growled. The witch giggled slightly and looked at Damien. "He tried to get me to come along with him, so I returned the favor," she said and smirked. She remembered Damien actually, from when he was human. "You've grown quite a lot, Damien, did he trick you to come along as well?" She'd been around for along time, changing her looks to disguise herself to not be called out.

Running her hand down Marcus's arm, she made the man step back and hold her close and shower her in affections. "Since he killed my mother, I figured this was the perfect lesson to learn," stepping closer to Damien, she tried to use her powers of persuasion on him as well to get him to just accept the situation. When she found that she could not use her powers on him, she was quick to step back to Marcus's protection. "Jacqueline," Marcus murmured softly and held her close and safe. "I won't let him hurt you."

He didnt step back when the woman or Marcus stood up, he looke to Marcus though and saw how protective the man got and knew now that this female was controlling Marcus. What she said next made him glare at her even more. Was she a villager when he lived here? She didn't look a day over twenty. "Nobody tricked me, I come and go on my own free will." He snapped and glared at her.

He felt something trying to cloud his mind, but he quickly expelled it and once he did, she was quick to step back in Marcus protection. "What's wrong? Can't control my mind so you run behind Marcus." He said.

He glared at the scene before smirking and slamme his fist bro the ground, causing the floor to split open and actually form a trench to seperate the two. He then sprang, knocking the woman name Jacqueline to the ground. He had her by we hair and wrapped an arm around her neck in attempt to break it.

So Damien thought he was free? No one was ever free when it came to older vampires, but she didn't want to be the one to tell him that sooner or later he'd realize how fragile that so-called freedom of his actually was. Just because she couldn't control the young one, didn't mean she couldn't enjoy controlling Marcus, and she kind of enjoyed having a servant around. "If I hadn't run behind Marcus, he would have gone at you. You see, his most important task is to ensure my safety." And she wasn't safe around Damien.

When the floor was split open to separate the two of them and Damien knocked the witch to the ground, Marcus was horrified when Damien tried to break her neck. So he sprang over to Damien and grabbed his arms, and forced him to turn around. The familiarity of Damien's closeness got to him and for a moment while the witch was busy getting out of the way, he recognized his fledgeling and kissed him.

He could feel his thoughts pushing against the influence of the witch, but she still made him bite Damien's lip. Pulling away, he held Damien close and gradually pushed her out of his mind because being close to his fledgeling reminded him of who he was, he wouldn't let go of the boy. "Don't move," he whispered so only Damien could hear him while he was fighting off the last little bits of influence over him.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, not wanting Damien to hurt the witch because he'd made a mistake.

He was about to break her neck when he felt someone grab him. He growled when he was force to turn around and faced Marcus. He didnt want to hurt Marcus, but he would need to if necessary. He stared at the man and it appeared Marcus recognized him. He was suddenly kissed, taking him off guard but kissed back till his lip was bitten. He hissed softly and felt blood bubbling from the wound on his lower lip.

Marcus held him close, he wrapped his arms around the man ad his hold was one of neve letting go. He heard the apology and looked up to the man, placing his hands on either side of his head. He couldn't give Marcus images, but he could give him voices. Voices; of them laughing together, them talking and even them making love.

Who would've thought there would come a time when he'd appreciate Damien's telepathy? Or the fact that he was using it against him to help? The voices were enough to bring back the memories of the events and he was quick to give the images back to Damien as they returned to him. He wanted the boy to know he knew who he was and that he was grateful for his help.

When all traces of the witch's hold on him were finally gone, he kissed Damien again, tenderly this time. Then he let him go. He had an idea for the witch that would probably keep her busy for quite some time. Easing himself out of Damien's hold, he walked over to her and forced images of the lord of the land into her mind to make her realize there were bigger fish around to fry and make use of. "Go," he told her when he was done and it didn't take long for the witch to be on her way to the castle instead.

Now that he'd known what to expect when he laid hands on the witch, her magic had no effect on him. Returning to Damien, he wrapped an arm over his shoulders and kissed the top of his head as he guided the boy carefully out of the house he'd almost brought down. "Thank you," he said and smiled once they were outside again.

He honestly wanted to kill the witch for trying to take control of Marcus like that, but he stayed by his makers side and looked up at the man and kissed him back. He watched Marcus actually walk closer to the female and he seem just leave without a second though. He sigh softly and was happy once his maker returned and gave him a smile. He laid his head on Marcus shoulder and walked with his maker.

"Your welcomed." He said and smiled.

He was glad once they got to the castle and sat down on Marcus bed and looked up."Guess my powers of telepathy are more than just reading minds." He said

Marcus knew it was unusual to let someone live after the stunt the witch had pulled on him, but he figured he could make use of her somehow later if he let her live. A necromancer sure would be handy to have around in the vampire society with his amount of enemies and if he couldn't win over this one, he'd have to go looking for another one. It was a fascinating little talent, that was for sure.

"Well, I guess I'm glad you're gifted then," he chuckled amused and tackled Damien to hold him down on the bed. He showered the younger vampire with his affections, wanting to show him exactly how much he appreciated the fine work he'd done in getting him out of a tricky situation.

He giggled when Marcus tackled him to the bed, showering him with affection. He was glad that he could help Marcus with something other than pleasure. He looked up at the man with a smile, stroking his cheek and close his blue eyes for a moment. "Would their be people who would try to use my telepathy against you?" He asked and reopened his eyes, staring at the man and waited for his response.

He did wonder about that at times. If Marcus enemies found out about his ability, would they really go through the trouble of trying to kidnap him and force hint on use telepathy on his maker. Course he would never bow down to their whim, he would rather get beat up than do what someone says especially a total stranger.

Marcus enjoyed spending time with Damien, just having company around as well as the sex. He'd never been good at being all alone for a longer period of time, and so he'd surrounded himself with people, making sure he always had a possible lover around. It was a sad truth, but it was the truth.

"If they learned the truth, sooner or later people would think you knew all my secrets. They wouldn't need to keep us in the same place to try to learn my secrets. I don't want to see you hurt for something you can't do anything about." Marcus knew that Damien had been good at keeping out of his head, and he'd made sure to punish him when he'd felt him meddling around, even if it was just an accident.

"There's a reason I punish you when you slip up, it's not to be cruel, but to protect you." Laying down on his back, he brought Damien close and held him tightly.

Damien only nodded at what Marcus said and fell asleep in the mans arms. Years have past and Damien watched as many people started to leave their Europeon homeland and going to the new world. He wanted to go off and explore this new world, his sister had gone and from what he knew she was in some small town called Bitter Springs. She sent letters to Marcus but he knew what they contained and from what she described, it sounded like a wonderful place to live.

He had been thinking of telling Marcus that he wanted to leave the nest so to speak. He had control over his telepathy and his elemental powers, he his grown into quite a strong and smart vampire. He wanted to taste that freedom that he had known over 500 years ago. He walked into Marcus study and looked at the man as he sat behind his desk.

"I am going to be leaving, I want to explore the new world." He said.

The years had been kind to them and they had gotten along nicely up until Arya started sending letters again and describing the town she'd helped founding. He really was glad she'd settled down and was doing well, regardless of the times he'd known she was back on English soil. He'd had to resist the urge to drag Damien with him to see her a few times and it was just as hard every time she left for her new home again.

It didn't come as a surprise to him that Damien wanted to see this world for himself and taste the freedom Marcus had stolen from him all those years ago. However, he didn't like it one bit when the boy came into his study and announced he'd be leaving. "So that's it then? You thought you could just leave and that would be that? Arya won't want you in that town you know." He finished up the letter he'd been writing and sealed it.

"I'm not above chaining you up again to keep you around." He said, turning to face Damien to show him he was serious about it.

He frowned at Marcus words and stood his ground. He was going to stand up to the man and leave and there wasnt anything Marcus could do about it."I don't care if she wants me in her town or not, I can go where ever I want to go." He said and watched as the other stood up and looked dead serious on chaining him up to keep him around.

"You would have to catch me first." He said and started backing away from the man and headed to the door, ready to run.

Marcus hAd known the day would come when Damien would want to leave, but he didn't understand what had finally brought it on. Hadn't he been kind to the boy, treated him right except for when he did things he shouldn't? He'd never hurt the boy for his own pleasure, had given him anything he wanted kept him safe from harm. Maybe he'd made a mistake taking him in then, it might seem that way at the moment anyway. What Damien suggested was a grave betrayal, one that would not easily be forgiven and the boy would leave with nothing but the clothes on his back. Marcus wasnt about to share his fortune with someone who didn't appreciate all that he'd given so freely over the years.

The moment Damien started to back out of the room like that, Marcus advanced, ready to meet him step by step until he'd driven the boy into a corner so he could really punish him for this one. "You forget that I am more than twice your age boy, I'm stronger and faster." if Damien ran, he'd follow him and knock him to the ground and take exactly what he wanted from him. "I gave you this life, I can just as easily take it away. You walk out that door, and every vampire lord who ever coveted you will know where to find you and that you are no longer under my protection."

It was unfair of him to imply that he would inform all his friends that Damien was no longer off limits, all he'd do was point them in the right direction if they asked for the boy. After all, he couldn't be expected to lie just to keep something safe that he obviously couldn't call his anymore. He was just angry with Damien for just announcing that he was leaving like that. Why couldn't he be more reliable like his sister?

It wasnt that Damien didnt appreciate what Marcus had done for him, it was just he wanted to he on his own and didnt think their was anything wrong with that. He was then back into a corner and glared up at the man, hearing his threats and couldn't help but to let his eyes widen at what Marcus implied. Would Marcus really do that? Just tell all his fiends who obviously had the hots for him where they could find him.

His eyes then turned into angry slits of ice blue."You can't keep me forever I'm not you damn whore!!" He shouted and pushed Marcus away from him, glaring at him. "Tell all your perverted ass friends where I'm at ill he long gone before they have a chance to find me!" He added.

Marcus knew he was being unfair to Damien by keeping him here against his will. He just wasn't quite ready to let go of the boy yet. He'd grown more attached than he ought to have and it was annoying. It was obvious that his threat about his friends hit home with Damien from the frightened look on his face for a moment.

"If you'd been my whore I would've sent you away to another lord, like I did with your sister. You're my pet and I intend to keep you that way until I'm tired of you," he said with a smirk. Marcus stepped closer again and pushed Damien's hair to the side. "I don't have to tell them where you are, just where you went and that you left without permission. If they find you, they might bring you back or they might keep you all to themselves." Letting go of Damien again, Marcus turned his back on him.

"If it means that much to you, go ahead and run. You can take your life with you, but nothing else. Go as you are," he said and walked away.