He tried to await patiently for her questions. Decades of calm seeming to be weakened to nothing but befuddling cautiousness. He gently placed his hands over one another, his posture that of eerie elegance. His cold eyes seemed unusually fiery, but his soon to be words were unsuspectingly reserved for the look he was giving her. "Born this way?" he repeated, now looking to her with curiosity on his mind. He walked toward her, but his steps took him past her frame and toward the barred window. "-I suppose you can say that... It was so long ago, that I am unsure of the exact details, but once I might have been considered human" he said, glancing back. "I do not remember how long ago it was exactly as well, but to give you an idea. whether it had been more then the first two millennium, on the day of my crowning... blood flowed over my eyes and hands" His lips quivered at the corners upward, and the eye that glanced to her peeked out hollowly between two strands of hair. When he thought about it some more, the memory surfacing... he looked away with shuddering shoulders. Though within moments he seemed to bury himself back into his cold shell. "My family, neither alive nor dead are... out of the way. As for allies--" he smiled cruelty despite himself, "I suppose Damian counts."<br/><br/>The sound of a clearing throat sounded for a moment, and when he spoke, his voice was cold and hoarse. "So that answers a few of your questions... I apologize for not giving you straight answers, but that is because it is just hard to recollect the details" he explained. Marcel turned to face her, "now to answer the next question, I honestly do not know if the other girls are dead or alive, only Damian knows that. Though I would assume the safe answer is 'yes' they are," he said-- arms now crossed behind his back.<br/><br/>"To answer the last two questions..." he walked up to her and reached up, holding some of her hair gently between his fingers as he spoke of her. "I don't know what I am going to do with you. Originally, you were meant for that purpose, but as of recent events, it may not be a good idea. It has been a long time before I lost control like I did on the day of my crowning, and when I nearly killed you-- it was like that night all over again. Even now, I am resisting your blood. So it was sort of your fault... yes," he said. When he finished speaking, he let go of her hair and clenched his hand into a fist. Clearly having to force it down with the other behind his back. "It feels like heat..." he murmured, "burning through my veins and clawing up my throat... more then lust, desire, greed. To be honest, I have no idea what this feeling is, I just hope I do not lose my mind--" he whispered, swallowing deeply and biting his lip to stop himself, something he seemed to be doing a lot lately. Blood fell in a thin line down to his chin as he forced himself to walk back to the barred window, where he wiped the blood away with his hand 'if i keep biting myself, at this rate I will need more blood' he thought with dark humor.