The war between our worlds (Marshall Lee X Reader)

kitty, the young night, and nothing that's right

For a moment, the two of us just stood there.
Marshall standing with his hands on either of my shoulders and his dark hair hanging in his eyes and I, stiff as a rock, my arms hanging like a shocked rag dolls, my own hair concealing my eye sight. Like some dark curtain of lies that was supposed hide me from the truth, but would draw itself again and reveal all that it had worked so hard to cover up.

The silence.
It was unbearable.
It was like a virus,some deadly sickness,a disease that had become infectious, that had taken over me and Marshall both.

"This is....."
My voice cracked and my chest wavered, like my words were some gong,sending echoes through the baren hallway's. I felt so badly that I should pull away from him,that I should turn, draw my claws and fangs, and just rip him to shreds,but the sad thing was,there was something wrong with me.
Any sane wolf,could draw teeth and claws and attack a vampire at first glance,and a Abader at that. The enemy to my royal line stood behind me,holding my shoulders and I could do....absolutely nothing.
That is was wrong with me,I was not a sane wolf,not a true Circe woman,if I stood there like some statue as an immortal breathed down my neck.
"That painting...."
His voice was the softest I'd ever heard it,like it belonged in a soothing song. If only that same voice could sing me to sleep,send me into a deep slumber,where I lay,a vegetable, on the cool polished floors.
"Let me go!"
I wanted to shout.
"Release me at once!"
But my something restrained me from even an whimper. The boy continued.

"Means something, this painting isn't right."

I managed to shake my head,in shame,confusion, mercy,Phoebe knows what.

"None of this is right."

"Well,it felt right to fly with you. When we took that leap, when I held your hand,I nearly fell into something I wasn't aware a person could really fall in. I was buried,deep,in -in..."

"To feel the hand of the one I am supposed to dispise,the one that I an eventually supposed to fight to the death....was a rather pleasant feeling."

I felt something cold drift down my color bone,then my forearm, then my wrist. It was his hand. I held my breath,fear creeping up my chest, I could hear my heart beating and I'm sure he could too. His slender fingers finally reached my own. He held my hand like a sir would to a lady and stroked it lightly with his thumb. The feeling sent a painfull shock through me and I could feel a slight jump go through the two of us,we were terrified. I was so glad I had my back turned to him, fore he would see my blush if I hadn't.
He bent my elbow and pressed his lips lightly on my fingers,kissing my father's ring. It was the ring he had given to me before he...vanished. It was like he read my thoughts.

"I knew him."

"Yet,you won't tell my how."

We pulled away from each other in usion,my arm extended outwards as I pulled away from him,like we were doing some sort of dance. Darkness poured through a drawn window,now,how in Circe could darkness even pour? It was early day time,unless... Perhaps we were the only two to experience this sudden shadow, fading across the castle walls like a cloak....like a person.

Some one had seen this all.

My hand dropped and we drifted away from each other, this is when I finally turned,facing him as he drifted into the shadows,making his silent exit.

"How did you get in here?"

"I came back,I came back and used the ivy vines to make,my way to your bedroom, then I came here,just to speak to you....about something I read."

"And what exactly was it-"

SLAM - the doors.
"Princess,the people would like to show you the new...."
I gasped and turned to the corner of room full of shadows, where Marshall had once been,but there was an only a smirk of a smile,a smirk of a white,Cheshire cat smile.

"Later,kitty."

Kitty? I turned to face Jacob, so as not to seem suspicious.
"As you were saying, young night?"