<div class="floatleft">(http://img06.deviantart.net/8cb4/i/2013/215/7/7/incubus_by_saiyakupo-d6ghpwt.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marcus DeLong<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Monday morning, about 7:00 – 7:15 am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the History class (lost in his own mind)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Despite all the people walking around, Marcus felt alone. His eyes continued to scan those around him, but inside his own mind was a torrent of thought, thoughts he wish he didn’t have. He did everything he could to distract himself, especially every time some little succubus stopped to talk to him. He would absentmindedly engage them in chatter; all the while his tail would flick around, usually running up he inside of their leg or around their backside. A couple times it got him slapped, a couple some coy giggles, though more often than not it got him offers to skip class. He simply smirked and shook his head. Despite his appetite, he wasn’t really in the mood to feed at this point. It earned him more than a few sad pouts. Damn some of these girls could be sexy when they wanted to be.<br/><br/>He brushed a strand of red hair out of his eyes, head slowly nodding to some beat in his own head. It was the same song that was always running in his mind at times like this. HE had heard it was a human dong from a few decades ago.<em>Night. Falls. And I’m alone.</em>He could hear the beat in his head, nodding as he continued to watch the people walking past. The song brought him back though, a darker time when he was younger.<br/><br/><em>Skin. Chills me to the bone.</em>This was the side he never let people see. The true Marcus, behind the smart ass comments, behind the teasing, this was the scared little boy who had no one to turn to. No family left to call his own. He was the last of the DeLong line, the only one the hunters hadn’t managed to slaughter. And for what, for his family’s need to feed? Why was he left alone through it all?<br/><br/><em>You. Turned and you ran.</em>He looked up a moment, swearing he heard something coming from the class, but it was gone as soon as it happened, causing Marcus to turn his head back down the hall.<em>Slipped. Right from my hand.</em><br/><br/>The song spoke to him, seeming to touch him on a personal level. It always felt like the lyrics described his young life, running from pain. Hell, he was still running now that he thought about it. Gods how he hated being alone like this. Allowing his mind time to wander.<em>Blue on black. Tears on a river. Push on a shove, it don’t mean much.</em>No matter what he did, it always came back to the same, he was alone, and he always lashed out at everyone getting too close. Everyone else he kept at an arm’s length away.<br/><br/>Though he had already told the ladies earlier he would be there, he thought about not showing up to the party that night. No, that would just make him feel even more alone than he already was. At least at the party he would be able to distract himself long enough to send these thoughts back to what ever dark corner of his mind they spawned from. For a moment the music stopped, and the whole world seemed to go still. He looked up, ice blue eyes looking around in surprise. What the hell was going on, why was everything stopping?<br/><br/><em>Young Marcus, you have yet to realize just how strong you are. The humans who slaughtered your family, they are weak now, bloated by their own sense of superiority.</em>He could hear the voice, but couldn’t see anyone talking. It sounded like the voice was coming from his head.<em>Go away. I don’t want to be like them, killing for no reason. That’s what got my family into that mess.</em>He had never sat down and really thought about it, what he was going to do once he made it to the human world, only that he wanted to find out who it was who killed his family.<br/>