Marcellus then called Arthur and asked him to meet at his house because Alicia got injured.
Marcellus hung up after Arthur agreed to meet them and sighed before focusing again.
He then looked at Alicia, checked her breathing and picked her up princess style to take her home. She might die without blood, after all.
As they arrived at his home, Marcellus went to the back of the house and jumped up, through the window to his room.
His mom could be home, after all. Can't have her asking questions about why Alicia is covered in blood, now, can we?
About an hour later, Marcellus heard a knock at the door. Assuming it was Arthur he opened the door and oh, look at that, he was right.
"Yo" said Arthur as he held up a brown bag and shook it. "I got take-out" joked Arthur with a smile as he stepped in the house.
"Thank you" replied Marcellus, completely ignoring his joke. He snatched the bag out of Arthur's hand, a movement that seemed unintentionally rushed and ran upstairs.
To the surprised Arthur, who was left standing where his best friend had once been, with his mouth slightly parted, just sighed. "My best friends a weirdo!" he shouted louder than he needed to and ran after Marcellus.
When he got to Marcellus' room, he saw Alicia covered in blood, with a ripped shirt. He now felt bad for his earlier jokes because he didn't understand the f*cked up situation.
He then looked over at Marcellus who was also covered in dried blood and his face formed a deep frown.
He stayed quiet in the corner of the room as he watched Marcellus feed Alicia the blood bags.
Marcellus, then looked at Arthur and gestured to the door, Arthur understanding what he wanted, nodded and walked out.
Marcellus looked at Alicia one last time, sighed and walked out after Arthur as he quietly closed the door.
Outside in the living room of the house, the duo were sitting on chairs having a talk. Though they did keep it down due to the sleeping Alicia.
"So, what happened out there Marcel? Did that guy who attacked you do this?" asked Arthur with a concerned expression.
Marcellus was hesitant to say anything. How should he tell him that he got lost in wrath and killed someone? H-how should he tell him That he enjoyed it?
However, seeing the concern and seriousness on Arthur's face made him take a deep breath and narrate what happened.
How they found out about a racist group of people who hate vampires, how they let the man go. Marcellus explained how he felt when he learned about this group of people who suffered at his people's hands and what happened after.
He told Arthur about the argument he had with Alicia and all the problems she caused that he forgave. Then about the werewolf attack and how he felt when Alicia and the werewolf were trying to kill each other.
After Alicia got fatally injured he told Arthur that he killed the werewolf, who turned out to be a man.
Marcellus stopped talking and looked away as he didn't want to see Arthur's face. A face that, in his mind, had an expression that was judging him for his actions. Making him feel even more guilty.
However, in reality Arthur had nothing but concern for Alicia and Marcellus' mental state. Although Marcellus stopped talking, Arthur could guess what happened after that.
"It's not your fault, Marcel," said Arthur with a serious yet kind smile on his face.
Marcellus, who was looking at the floor, looked up to Arthur with a surprised gleam in his eyes and his mouth parted slightly in shock.
"You killed someone who attacked you and almost killed your friend. There is nothing wrong with that. There is also nothing wrong with not wanting to do that. So Alicia getting hurt is not your fault" said Arthur with a smile as he leaned back in his chair.
Marcellus just leaned back in his chair, sighed heavily and thought deeply about Arthurs words.
However, the sound of a door opening upstairs brought him out of them abruptly. He looked towards the stairs only to see Alicia with wet hair coming down the stairs in an all black, baggy, nightgown.
She looked at their stupefied expressions which made them look like a fish and giggled. "Marcel, your turn, you are in desperate need of a shower" she ordered as she pointed her hair brush at the door to his room.
Marcellus just chuckled at her grand entrance. Seeing that she is fine, he felt like a weight that he hadn't known was there had been lifted.
Acknowledging that he did indeed smell bad and was covered in blood he walked up to take a bath.
After showering and putting on some comfortable black clothes, he came back to find that Alicia and Arthur were getting along better than before. In fact, they were getting along so well that he wondered what happened to make them change their minds this quickly!
After Marcellus sat down, they all adopted serious expressions and got down to business.
"We need a decent plan of actions to take to keep us all safe, any ideas" asked Marcellus, signaling the start of the meeting.
"We also need information about the group targeting us" reminded Alicia as they all fell into thought.