Marcus shrugged his shoulders as he hefted Jack up on his shoulders. It was Clay's idea for him to be portrayed as the tougher lead vampire. Probably because Clay did not want to get caught.... but now, instead of being the lead vampire. He was carrying Jack over to the blood shack. Since it was not his heart that was ripped out. But his neck broken and his throat slides open. maybe he was still with the ability to heal. If he got blood to the heart of coarse. But that was as slim chance. As soon as he got there, he dumped Jack on the front door way stairs, Rung the bell, Then got ready to respond. "Who is it!?" came out of the buzzer. Marcus rolled his eyes. "It is Marcus with a rather...." he glance down at Jacks body, "With a rather occupied Jack..." he murmured. The voice rose up on the speaker. "Oh not again! how many times must you be around when one of us dies?" the female voice cursed. "It is fine! just leave him there, we will gather him up in a moment..." Marcus just shook his head as he turned around and traveled down the stairs. Then looked up at the moon. It had risen to its peek. Just passing midnight....