Pushing his back against the wall Mark slid into a standing position. He surveyed the room, what he had done to it as his mind wondered once more. The tears slowed as he regained his composure. Kneeling by the remains of his blade hi took the hilt in hand. The hilt remained intact but only 3 inches of the blade remained with a almost v shaped sharp end.

With the blade in his hand he stood slowly and smiled softly to himself. His eyes settled on the silver crucifix that rested on top of his dresser. The holy item caused a searing burning pain in his hand. Holding it tightly he sighed heavily as Gabriel’s words played over and over in his mind.

"Find strength where you will Mark....but find it"

Dropping the crucifix back onto the table Mark ran walked out of the door at a quick pace calling out Gabriel’s name hoping he had not gotten to far to hear him.

A pillar of white exhaust spewed from the town car as it pulled away from the curb and into the night traffic. The lights reflected off it's shining exterior, a stark contrast to the lifeless body that sat within.
In the plushy back seat, a sea of leather and felt, Gabriel sat sighing, unable to understand Marks leaving, and slightly regretting his actions. He hated to be so violent with the Malkavian, but loss was beginning to be more than he could handle.
He glanced casually out the back window and saw a tiny figure among the blaring headlights and street lamps. It was Mark.
"STOP THE CAR FREDRICK! NOW!!!"
The wheels screeched with resistance, rubber stretching itself across the cold Cascadian street. Slowly the back door right hand door swung open and Gabriel stepped out into the night.
"Gabriel!!" Mark cried out, running towards him. "Gabriel wait..."
Gabriel heart flickered for a moment, perhaps the Malkavian was reconsidering?
"I'm sorry Mark...I didn't mean to be so aggressive..." he said quietly.

Standing before Gabriel like a lost and frightened child Mark looked pleadingly into his eyes. Uncertainty occupying his mind. He could find no words to speak, or actions to do. He wasn’t even sure why he had ran after Gabriel. Taking a few steps backwards Mark’s eyes drifted to the floor. Every second that passed a aching eternity as his mind spiraled into darkness.

For over 200 years he had had lived in a tormented world of darkness. Strong his mind had become. Able to control the shadow within. With the pain and suffering that had occupied his life and the constant loss his endurance was breaking down. His sanctuary destroyed, his hope drifting away and his love gone. Without hope life has no meaning. No ambition, no dreams. His grip was relinquishing its hold and the shadow was consuming him. Hope had given him strength. Now he was becoming weak. His control fading.

Find strength where you will Mark… but find it.

His faith was lost along with his mortal life. He had turned his back on god as god had done to him. Find strength. The darkness was strong. Instead of allowing it to consume him he could join with it. But he would be lost forever.

There was no where left to find strength. Immortality was apparently not a ticket to be held onto for eternity. The end looked closer than he had ever imagined.

Another solemn blood tear elegantly traveled down his face in a motion slow and long tracing the contours of his face on its journey towards the end.

( nice post... :cry: