Second Chances Save Lives, A Marcus Voltori DDLG Story

4) Icky Sticky Blood

A/N: I'll try to keep this brief, columba mea.{My Dove(s) in Latin} I'm going to try to write in Marcus' point of view, so if he seems OOC, please tell me where I went wrong, and how to fix the error. Thank you and have a lovely day/night!

M.V. Point Of View

I stood behind my brothers, a bored expression on my face. I cared not of what happened to the hybrid child, whether it lived or died was not a concern of mine.

Just as Aro decided the child would live another day, a shrill, feminine scream echoed throughout the evergreens, and a scent wafted somewhere from the East. A scent that miraculously captured my attention, tugging me a step forward.

Aro's crimson gaze snapped to me, and then in the direction of the scream. "Brother, what troubles you?"

I took his outstretched hand, showing him the thin gold string that attached me to whoever was distressed. "Life-Mate..."

Aro's brows nearly disappeared into his hairline. "How- even after- but wasn't Didyme...?" I nodded, confirming his uncharacteristically jumbled questions.

Caius spoke up, lightly startling me. "It seems you found a second chance. One that may save your life, if only you save hers first."

Before anything else could be said, a large blonde wolf sprinted through the trees, a small figure on its back. Aro and I noticed the gold bond moved with the wolf, and with it, the mouthwatering smell of her lifeblood.

The wolf stopped in front of Carlisle, whom quickly began barking our orders. I blurred over to them, ignoring the possessive hissing of the hybrid's parents. I was too concerned for my Life-Mate to care.

In seeing her, I was rendered wordless. Her long, honeycomb-blonde ringletts were soaked in her blood, an odd contraption hooked around her ears, and was inserted into the nostrils of her rather cute button nose. Long, thick lashes brushed her pale cheeks, which had freckles smattered about. Her pink lips were set in a small pout, and we're slightly chapped. I was curious as to what she looked like without the thin tubes resting on her cheeks, and I was startled when the usually passive Carlisle smacked my hand away.

"Don't remove those, Marcus, it's there to help her breathe." I nodded, growing concerned for her health.

"Is she ill, Carlisle?" A frown creased his forehead. "I'm unsure. If you'll allow me to take her back to my home, I can run a couple of tests to find out." I nodded once more. "Do what you must, but I implore you tend to the head wound first. After Didyme, I lost a fair amount of self-control, and I'd prefer to not lose any more of it."

Carlisle picked her up, making sure to be gentle. "Would you like to come with us, Marcus?" I felt hope swell in me. "If if wouldn't be a hassle, my friend." A genuine smile pulled at the corners of my lips, causing Edward to gasp.

"How is this possible? It's rare to find a Life-Mate, but to have found a second.... It's never happened before!" My gaze hardened into a glare at his words. "Are you suggesting I lie, boy?" He quickly shook his head, denying my statement in its entirety, nearly stammering in his rush to explain himself.

"Not at all, My King. I only meant to cast light on how unheard of this event is. Never would I suggest something of the sort!"

The hybrid child tugged on my cloak to gain my attention. "I know what's wrong with her." She needed no prompting to continue, fully knowing she had captured my unwavering attention for the moment being.

"It's her heart. She was born with a condition called," The child paused, crinkling her nose as she thought over something, "Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome. It's where the left side of her heart developed incorrectly, causing it to be smaller. That means the blood with oxygen in it isn't as abundant as it should be, and difficultly breathing is a symptom she suffers with, thus the oxygen tank." I was astonished, though kept my expression carefully blank.

Carlisle gasped, obviously realizing something. "We must hurry then!" and with that, he sped off to his home, anxious to heal my fragile mortal. I smiled internally at that thought as I followed at a blinding speed.

She was my human, and I was her vampire.

The second we reached Carlisle's home, I was more or less attached to her side. I asked as many questions as I could possibly think of about her heart, and her overall health. She was quite frail at that point in time, and I needed to know everything there was when it came to her care. I was fuming when Carlisle had me leave the room to apply her staples. Just the thought of her in that room without me set my nerve-endings on fire.

"Marcus, my dear friend, please calm yourself. Meredith is patched up, and I have given her a blood transfusion to replace what she lost in the clearing." I had opened my mouth to ask about her oxygen supply, but he had cut me off, apparently I was becoming predictable in my old age.

"I've replaced her oxygen tank with something new and by far lighter. It makes its own oxygen, so neither of you will have to worry about her running out." I allowed my shoulders to relax slightly.

"May I see her now?" Carlisle chuckled at the clear impatient and irritable tones in my voice.

"I wouldn't dare deny you a second time. She's sleeping off the anesthesia, and should wake up in about an an hour and a half. I doubt she knows of us, so please try not to startle her like Seth did."

I couldn't help the protective snarl that pulled at my lips, she was hurt because of a foolish mistake made by a foolish boy. "I will be cautious with my words and slow with my actions."

I stood, and made my way into the sleek and modern guest bedroom my donum splendidis {Gorgeous Gift in Latin} was currently residing in.

Sitting at her bedside instead of slipping under the covers with her was quite frankly one of the hardest things I had done in nearly a millennia. I instead held her hand, content with the small amount of contact it gave me.

I sighed. Wake up soon, amica mea {My Love in Latin. At this point, please just expect his non-English phrases to be in either Italian or Latin, it saves me a lot of extra effort that way.} my heart yearns for its other half. I cannot wait to see you awake and well. I raised the hand I was holding, and pressed a loving kiss to her porcelain, slender fingers.