Magnus was tired. He was not only rejected by Marion today, but now he had to face the other vampires as well. He was sure that his brother had spread word about how he hid the "chosen one" only because of his affections, and how he prevented the vampires from finding the only cure to their illness. He was in for a ride as he stepped into the hall of his mansion again, and as expected, the place was filled to the brim with the few hundred vampires that the world had left. They were all waiting for him to explain what just happened, and whether what his brother said was true. He scans the sea of angry, frustrated, hurt, tired, but most importantly, sick expressions. He explains what he did, why he did everything, and naturally, is met with hostility and outrage. Marion was the only chance the vampires had at not going extinct, and Magnus blew it, just because he "loved" her? This was preposterous. Magnus's eyes scanned the crowd again as they all looked ready to tear him apart, but then, his eyes caught a fleeting glance of someone..You.

you were a vampire too, and the illness had ravaged you, perhaps the most. You we're the one who discovered what held the cure, and the constant exposure to silver-infected blood had affected you more than you would like to think. The illness had indeed ravaged you, and you we're now only a shadow of the woman you once we're, as you sat among the crowd, calmly observing. Magnus felt a slight pang at his heart when he realized that he actually sent the years worth of work you put in down the drain. He notices the slightly hurt expression you wear, and the disappointment in your eyes