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Marcus had been 'normal' until he got to his late teens, why did it all change? He had no idea. Waking up in random places, not remembering what he had been doing. Then came the dresses. That was most confusing. People were happy to report however to his parents, the young baron was roaming the streets in a dress, acting like a female.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't feel any different so what was going on? He licked his lips as the banging started on his door. He didn't want to talk about this but the door soon opened. His parents came in with a man of the cloth. "What's going on?" Marcus asked, there was at least four other people coming into the room, they grabbed him, tossing him on his bed and kept him pinned down.

"You clearly have a demon within you. We must expel it!" the priest said.

Marcus didn't know what to say, he didn't feel anything evil within him. He looked towards his parents but they had turned their back on him and left the room. He closed his eyes. He would spend the whole day tied down, having holy water thrown at him and verses yelled at him. He had passed out later on, tired after struggling and pleading them to stop.

He felt no different afterwards of course. Just tired and sweaty. He was allowed to sit up but they wouldn't leave the room, watching him carefully. "I had no demon before, I have no demon now." Marcus said, glaring at them.

A week had gone by then, he had no trouble. He started to doubt himself. Had they been right?

However as soon as he thought everything was fine, he woke up at an inn wearing a dress. Word got back to his parents, repeat and repeat. They tried to expel the demons from him many times but nothing worked. Marcus asked if what was going on was really that bad? But the strange habits he had was very unbecoming for a baron. Which was a shame, he had a talent. He was able to talk to people, he could get what he want. He would have been a good baron.

But the public believed he had sold his soul to the devil. Really? For what? He was a baron. What could he have gotten out of this curse? Maybe his talent...his good looks?

Marcus stared as the stake was being made, he would be 'cleansed with fire'. He closed his eyes tightly. He didn't want to die but they had him locked up.

"Baron Crofton." he heard a female voice say from the little bars that was outside.

Marcus turned towards the window. Whoever this was...she was pretty. "No longer a baron." he said, "I'm unfit for such a title.." he added. "What do you want?"

The woman smiled, "You." she said. "You don't want to die do you? I can save you."

Marcus stared at her for some time. "Of course I don't want to die. How can you save me?"

"Have faith. My name is Jessica.."

"Faith is what made me a monster in the eyes of the people and my own parents." Marcus said bitterly.

The woman smiled again before straightening up and walked away.

Marcus was not sure if there was any hope with that woman.

He felt sick as they came for him, dragging him out to be burned. Where was his would be saver at? Those were the thoughts running through his head. Give him hope, take it away. The smoke from the fire filled his nose, he started to cough and he felt the warmth heading towards his feet.

Suddenly he was breathing fresh air. He opened his eyes and saw the same woman. "H-How..?" he said, his eyes wide.

The woman grinned, she had summoned him away. Replaced with someone, a homeless man and by time the fire burned everything down, no one would be the wiser. "Magic my dear. And I want to make you, like me. If I'm reading you right...you'd make a great allurist."

"A what?" Marcus said, he looked down at the burnt ends of his clothes.

"It would be just easier to show you." Jessica said, she hadn't fed yet so taking a bite from him before turning him worked pretty good. Marcus struggled but she was far too strong. Was this a demon that had came for him? He was too weak to fight when she made him drink some of her blood.

Lady Baron was in one of the clubs, floating around. Listening to the gossip and music. Nothing new it seems. When the wraith got bored, it just made him think of the past. What changes he could have made to not have become like he was. He wondered whatever happened to his sire.

"Can we please do something else?" Marcus asked.

Tessa huffed, "Like what? Watch TV? That's all you ever want to do."

"But TV is so entertaining. The best thing about this time frame." Marcus replied, he didn't care for gossip or fashion like the female side did. She was the whole reason he was in this state anyway. Sometimes he would think bitterly about this other side of his. However, if his parents hadn't tried to burn him at the stake and if he hadn't been saved by a vampire, he would never had enjoyed TV. Though he just wished he hadn't become a wraith so he could enjoy a drink and other people's company. He had some bad luck.

"There may not be anyone there to even turn the TV on for you." Tessa piped up.

"Kira really needs to teach one of the dogs to use the remote." Marcus said thoughtfully.

"I can see it now. My dear, I know you are awfully busy but could you please train a dog for this poor body challenge TV addict." Tessa said mockingly.

Marcus growled, "God you give me a headache."

"We don't get headaches. We don't have a body."

"I remember what it felt like! Expressly a damn hangover." Marcus took full control to shut Tessa up. "So bloody annoying sometimes." he muttered as he went home. But Tess was right, there wasn't anyone home.

"Hey, Himesh. Come here you little white fluff ball. Touch the red button on that thing there." Marcus said, the dog tilted his head at where the voice was coming from. Sof and Artio stared in a disapproving manner from the stairs. "Maybe I got the wrong animal for this job. Here kitty kitty. Come on Sof, you're a smart kitty."

Sof huffed, turned around with her tail held high and bounded up the steps. Artio following after her.

"Damn it.."