The smell of blood reached Arali as she opened the door to her sanctuary. Zyanya was perched on her desk, her anger far from quelled. The blood was fresh, human, smeared across the younger vampire's face. He avoided Zyanya's venomous gaze, wanting nothing more than to end this particular night. He also found himself speechless as he passed her. Zyanya followed Arali into the bedroom, grabbing her arm to turn the Marshal around. He introduced himself as their eyes met, "Is this what you want?" His anger grew at Zyanya's tone, he knew he had to put a stop to this. Arali rolled her eyes in dismissal, “I will not have this conversation with you, not now.” She turned around. None of his kin would dare... except Zyanya, as she plopped the marshal onto his bed. Before Arali could recover, Zyanya was on top of her, pinning her hands above her head and straddling her waist. Lowering her head, Zyanya caught Arali's dazed eyes, fixing them with a cold gaze. "Are you happy now? Is this what you wanted?" Arali clenched her fists against the numbness caused by Zyanya's grip on her wrists. She opened her mouth to retort, her muscles tensing for a physical response, but was cut off, "Then you will have your monster, but you are not worthy of my love." With that, he pulled away from Arali and left the chambers, slamming the outer door with all the strength he could muster. Arali propped herself up on her elbows, shaking her head as if to lift a mist as she stared into space. Zyanya had freed himself. He gave up on the attempt to remove his boots on the third attempt, falling onto the bed with his arms splayed at his sides, muttering a silent "Fuck", he left... half the paper... from his feet, down his legs, from rosettes of blood quickly spreading across her simple wool dress. Blood dripped from his fingertips. The breeze picked up, stirring his surroundings with the hoot of an owl. finding Ashur standing behind her, his face strangely unfamiliar. She fell into the river, unable to free herself from the hands that held her under her throat. Arali jumped out of bed as her eyes widened, her body shaking from the cold sweat soaking her clothes slowly getting used to her surroundings. He held his breath. And she fell to her knees in front of the window with her hands tangled in her hair. Leaning back, she let out a discordant cry, allowing the pressure that had settled in her chest to escape before collapsing forward, clutching at the scratches of light that filtered through the curtains, onto the hardwood floor..