The truth of the past

The figure went out of the police station, speeding directly to the dark corner where no one would see him. He knew, no one actually would remember anything about that night, or remember anyone who was able to kill the Head of the Police. He knew he behaved as supposed to, cleared all the workers' memories, and even if they will be tested on the polygraph, nothing will expose him. No one would ever suspect him of doing what was done to the Head of the Police.

What cruelty… He was tortured, held without a single drop of water for about a few hours, his bones were broken with such a cruel satisfaction. And his body was thrown out of the window and held back in the room to continue the torture.

The figure stopped in the dark corner and turned around with his face to the police station, seeing how the workers are running out of the station, screaming in fear. They noticed the trail of blood coming from the door leading to their Chief's office, and it seems no one dared to get in and look at what happened. Instead, they run away with phones near their ears, calling ambulance, media, and other police stations to tell about the incident. Soon, the area was filled with loud siren sounds and the figure just smirked, then turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

His legs led him in the direction his busy head couldn't figure out at first. All his thoughts were possessed by the recent information he got from the Chief. Indeed, he was very disappointed after he heard that the person whom he trusted the most was the police spy, but… There was still something that was preventing him from killing Lachovsky right here and now. And that was the fact that he started dating Mallory Malone at the same time as he stopped giving the police useful information. Was it really the reason, or there was something else behind all of this?

{Could he have any other reason for becoming a police spy? Why did he do such an obvious thing for my protection, even if he knew the police wouldn't touch me in any way? And if yes, what this reason could be?}

The figure stopped in front of the big dark metal gates and looked around to understand where his legs led him. A big, ancient-looking mansion with some modern renovations gave him the hint that Kristof Lachovsky lives here. What a coincidence… or it's not?

Markus moved a hand and as if after the use of magic the gates opened, and the figure went along the stone-paved path to the mansion. His legs were leading him again as if they knew where Kristof could be better than Markus itself.

And he believed they did when his leg went across the mansion and headed him to the alcove, standing alone in the empty garden in the darkness. He stopped in the doorway and his eyes easily spotted a figure sitting right in front of him on a bench. They were looking into each other's eyes for a while until one of them stepped inside the alcove, leaving the other no choice. As if he had it before, actually…

"It was you…," Kristof finally said, looking into the eyes of the figure that were unexpectedly calm. The onyx eyes were fixed on the bloody eyes, but they haven't shown even a single emotion, leaving Kristof in slight fear. He cleared his throat to specify, "The dead Head of the Police."

"Haven't I said I'll do it?" Markus said and put the hood of his black robe down, running with his hand through his platinum hair.

"You did," Kristof said with his emotionless voice, trying to guess why Markus is here.

"Did you have the deal with the police: Information for my full immunity?" the figure in the black robe asked straight, without going around the subject. Kristof sighed but hasn't moved his eyes away from Markus, knowing it would bring him only more trouble. This young, smart mafia boss will get everything anyway and without making any harm. However, Kristof knew Markus for a pretty long time to know he won't do any harm to him until he gets all the truth…

"I had. However, if you give me some time to explain…," Kristof said, and for the first time, his voice trembled. Of course, he was afraid to lose his life at the hands of the one who gave him such a life.

"Go on," Markus sat at the bench with his eyes fixed on Kristof. The last one was sure he has no way out and even if he ran, Markus would be faster to catch him before he reached a safe place. But, does he really need to run?

"When I was turned into a vampire and dragged to the mafia world by you, I was studying from you everything I could. Even if we looked like a father and a son, you were much older and more skilled. You became my teacher, and best friend." Kristof made a specific pause as if waiting for any reaction.

"I know," Markus only said with an emotionless voice.

"Do you remember that the only incident when some strange guy wanted to kill you saying you're spoiling all the rules in the city that had been established before you?" After a nod of approval from Markus's side, Kristof continued, "I investigated it and got that the police were behind this. They studied you, and remember once and for all to never touch you after you burned that guy out in front of everyone. I got to the police, and made a deal for them to never touch you in an exchange for the information."

"Why? They won't touch me in any case," Markus said in his plain voice. His eyes were focused on Kristof.

"I was afraid they'll ever repeat it and couldn't allow them to touch you. Don't you understand, Markus? All the mafia in our state, and in our country, is on your shoulders! You rule the mafia, even if there are many other bosses. No one dares to do anything before asking you! You made us rich with the idea of bloody banks, blood investigations, and human protection. You train guards for other bosses, and your skilled guys are everywhere. I was trying to protect you in a way I could!"

Markus hasn't said even a word, still looking with his cold onyx eyes at Kristof. If he said even of word of approval, it will prove that he's putting himself higher than the others, but that wasn't his trait. Markus never considered himself a Vampire Mafia King, even if others did.

"What information were you telling them?" Markus closed his eyes, pretending he was tired. However, he wasn't, and Kristof knew it.

"Nothing specific, Markus. The information I told them wasn't helping them anyway, and never brought harm to anyone. However, if you need details, I have it written in my office." Kristof sighed and looked at Markus, who was sitting with his eyes still closed. He remained silent for a while, making Kristof feel uneasy on his bench, "If you want to expose me in front of everyone for what I have done and get rid of me, do it. I will never regret doing that."

"You stopped giving the information police needed for what reason?" Markus asked, as if ignoring the words Kristof just said.

"I got to know Mallory, and you, better. I decided you don't need any protection anymore and broke the deal."

"Did you know that police counted you'd be the one to kill Aurora at the end of that fake maniac case?" Markus finally reached the core of the conversation, turning the world under Kristof upside down. His face became paler than before, and his eyes turned from bloody red to pale red.

"What?" There was a sincere amusement in his voice.

"That's all I wanted to hear. Get back to your work," Markus stood up and quickly went out of the alcove, but was stopped by Kristof's voice.

"Thanks, Markus."

The figure put the hood back on its head and disappeared into the darkness. Kristof smiled, then stood up and turned back to his mansion, typing a message to Mallory.

The figure was lost in the darkness of the city.

He was sitting at the edge of the beach, looking at the depth of the black water. It looked rather like a black mirror, where he could see the reflection of his dark soul burning. The only white spot in the reflection was his own platinum hair, that moving against the wind. His onyx eyes moved from the reflection in the lake to the figure moving towards him on the other side of the lake. That figure went through the unsteady bridge to his side of the lake, and took its place near him.

The figure hasn't removed the hood and hasn't said anything since it sat near Markus Malone. However, the owner of the rare onyx eyes color knew perfectly who came at him. He moved his eyes back to his own reflection, seeing his dark soul burning in fire again, and cleared his throat, attracting attention.

"Kristof Lachovsky was the police rat. He made a deal after that incident with the police and me for them to not touch me. He hasn't said anything useful to them."

"But you still have doubts about him?"

"Rather a disappointment," Markus answered, sitting like a statue without even the slightest move.

"Understandable. He was the one you wasn't thinking about," the mysterious figure said, without making any moves as well. They looked like two statues someone left at the edge of the beach for no specific reason.

"Indeed," Markus for the first time in a while bowed his head, then stood up, so the figure followed him. The wind started playing with their dark black robes, and with Markus's bright hair.

"What are you going to do now?" asked the figure, turning its head slightly in Markus's direction.

"Since the police is already in my hands, the time has come for the mafia," Markus said mysteriously.

"Will do my best," the figure left its last words before disappearing in the deep forest on the other side of the lake. Markus put the hood back on it's head and disappeared.

The sun was showing on the skyline, turning the black colors of the sky in the pink and orange.