Predator and Prey (Markus)

"Because you are nosy. As always. Since we were kids," he replied, annoyed. "Gah... It's not like I can return her like this," he pointed out matter-of-factly. "Time for final stage of the game," he added to himself as spark appeared in his eyes.

"Dream..." she whispered as the voices in her head soothed her, she closed her eyes and broken smile came across her lips. 

"Fucks sake Markus" she groused "look at her, she's changed to survive. if you did your usual tricks on her i think she isn't scared anymore.." Mariya looked at the girl who kept her eyes shut and smiled widley.

"Usual tricks?" Marcus raised his eyebrow, amused. "Oh no, sister dear... I did much worse," he smirked, showing the potion that intialy took away Deimos' powers. "Anyway, as you said it yourself, I kinda need to do something to keep her alive, so can you go home, assure our beloved mother that her son is still the same sick bastard he was yesterday and I will see you for dinner?" he said, his question was more of a statement as he looked at Mariya last time before turning his attention fully towards Deimos.

"just remember we cannot afford to go to war with house lestrange" she hissed at him before dissapearing. 

Deimos smiled as the voices spoke to her, leaning her forhead against the cold stone.

Marcus rolled his eyes as she was leaving. Of course he knew that. How could he not, with Lilith on their doorstep every other weekend in order to visit her godfather and, as she put it, beloved aunties. He opened the door from the cell and slowly approached Deimos. "Hey," he said as he kneeled beside her and gently stroked her cheek. "What do you say we leave this place?" he asked her. He needed to know how far he exactly took it.

Deimos jerked away the touch her eyes snapping open and her lips parted with surpise, a snarl curdled in the back of her throat. His fingers were small fires on her skin and the voices realed back with fear but slowly, ever so slowly she nodded in agreement.

Marcus got up, offering her his hand. "Let me take you out of here, Deimos," he whispered to her. "I can help you to sleep. To dream," he continued.

She licked her chapped lips and slowly took his hand raising on her shaking legs "D..Dream.." she whispered

"Yes, dream," he continued to whisper as he slowly led her out of the cell and through the ever changing corridors towards one of the chambers. Taking the spell off of her, he gave her sleeping draught to drink before directing her towards bed.

She drank the draught slowly as she laid on the bed her eyes falling shut.