Katherine felt a little silly as she looked up at him. "Well, I really did not choose to be a vampire... if I did I would not have been starving myself... that man that captured you, Marcus... he was the one that turned me-" she stopped as she looked over at him. Then, noticing he was on the couch. She walked up to him and slide the covers and her sweater over him again. She blinked at the blood trickling down his neck. So Katherine then continued to go to the restroom. She was about to grab a cloth when she noticed the blackish red vomit in the toilet. Her eyes closed, and she felt a sudden wave of depression.<span style="font-style: italic">Why could he not have left me alone....</span>she thought to herself. Picking out a white cloth she ran it with warmish cold water. Then hurried back to Brian. She dabbed the blood and bite she had given him.<br/><br/>Marcus got up from the crushed crate he was virtually covered in. As he rose to his feet. He straightened his jacket, then brushed the dust and dirt off his shoulders. A soft steady Hume of dust rose off him as the dust pattered away through the small wind. He looked to Clay, one of the vampires in the council. Whom was standing over Jacks body. A look of uncertainty on his face along with vengeance and hate. Clay looked up. His eyes seeming to glow. "I thought she was new! she could not have been that strong, or! that quick as a new born... we are nearly how old now!!!?" his voice rose to a shout as he walked and squared off against Marcus. Whom just shrugged "I am 24 years a vampire... and you 456..." Marcus whispered.<br/><br/>Clay nodded "You are damn right you rat!" he hissed. "Jack there was 120 years... how could she have gotten him?" his voice went to a whisper. "You better handle this Marcus! or I will- I-" his hand rose threateningly. "Well, lets just say... you will be of no further use to us..." he murmured.