Bound To You: Marcus Volturi

Chapter 9: Building Me Up

Yeah, I guess you could say I was shocked. Marcus as a counsellor? He doesn't seem the type, so sad and depressed, though I have seen him smile a few times. Well if he can see emotions, surely he can help channel them as well. It has some logic to it. It's the following morning and I'm sitting in the library waiting for Marcus. He said to wait for him, he'd be there by nine. I'm sitting at the table, drumming my fingers on the desk, tapping tunes out of sheer boredom.

Peering around the room, I spot faded files stacked on one of the shelves, which I head over to. Choosing one at random, I give it a slight tug and it comes free from the shelf with ease. Setting it down on the table, I flick through. It appears to be an old photo album of a young couple. The woman looks startingly familiar. Then it hits me.
Didyme and Marcus. He's dressed in a smart suit, similar to the one I've seen him wear recently.

She's wearing a long dress, with some weird see through cloth over her face. No stupid, it's a veil. They're wedding photos. Of course. This was probably the happiest day of Marcus's life, so carefree and relaxed. He's full on smiling in every photo, it makes him even more attractive. Marcus, attractive? Really? My thoughts about his looks come back to me. They seem foolish and petty. And arguing over a credit card? What's wrong with me? I'm a dick, ironic since I'm female, but I've always been this way. But for Marcus, would I consider changing?

A loud bang throughout the library attacks my ear drums and vibrates my body. Out of clumsiness I almost knock the album onto the floor with such momentum, but manage to control myself.

Taking a deep breath, I turn with a scowl, to see what caused the noise, and I freeze. Marcus is standing in the doorway, he's thrown a thick book off a nearby shelf onto the floor, which caused the bang to attract my attention.

No doubt, he saw me look through the album, which unfortunately for me, is still in clear view on the table. His expression is calm as usual, but due to throwing books, I doubt he's feeling the same inside.

I'm speechless. Would he be offended at me looking through his belongings? The angel and devil on my shoulder battle it out in my head. Oh come on, Corvin, do the math, he's not looking pleased. Hey, since when have you ever worried about people's feelings?

You don't give a damn, right? That's true. I've always been a heartless idiot, typical foster kid, who shrugs it off no matter what she's feeling. I take my gaze from the floor, to look into his eyes. Chin up, Corvin.

He walks slowly, leisurely towards me, where I'm standing beside the table. His suspicions are confirmed when he sees the album. Again, his breath hitches as soon as he sees her face in the pictures. He snaps the album shut and takes a deep breath.

"Sit." He orders. As usual, I show him that I don't care, keeping eye level, and slouching in my seat when I get there. "Why, were you looking at this?" He holds the album up.

"I got bored," I shrug, couldn't give a damn right now. He paces around me, then stops so he's standing behind me. Leaning forward, he places his hands on my shoulders. "Those were my wedding photos," He sighs, softly. "And I do not want anybody going near them unless I say so." His head is so close to me, his lips are at my earlobe. Mesmerized by his actions, I only nod in response. "Are you going to apologise?" He muses, and I'm snapped out of it.

I stand up and face him quickly. "No! No I'm not, and you can't make me," I square up to him, he looks amused. I start scowling again. "You think you can take me down, little kitten?" He drawls, I step closer then, snarling. "Come on then, hit me," He taunts. I grip him by his shirt and proceed to lift him, but he's too damn sturdy. There's no way I could pick him up. Ever.
The thought that he's stronger than me sets me off. I give a small yell in frustration and get ready to charge.

"Sit. Down." He grimaces, visibly angry, his voice has become cold. "Enough, now, this is drama," He scolds. Oh please. "Drama? You started this shit!" I huff, moving away. "Effective counsellor you are, yelling at me as soon as you're through the door!" I shout. Before I can leave the room, he's grabbed me and has me in the same position across his lap that he had me in on that morning in my room.

I go to sit up but stop myself, and succumb, dangling across his lap, I stare hard at the ceiling so I don't have to look at him. "Did that upset you?" He tilts my chin to look at me. I scowl, giving no response.
"Answer me," He demands. I sigh, frustrated. "Yes, you pissed me off, picking at me!" I yell. He pulls me off his lap and carries me over to another chair. "Good," He murmurs. My head snaps up. "What?!"

"I was building you up emotionally. Getting you ready. We're just getting started."