"Now, how shall we go about-" the man began, oby to pause when Marilyn elbowed him hard enough to cause him to stumble back a bit, she managed to steps before falling to her knees. 

"You're with her aren't...you? With Grandmother Margaret...?" Her words were slurred but easily heard in the silence of the estate, the man blinked and shifted, his fingers absently twisting the blade he held in circles. Marilyn swallowed and tired to keep her eyes from closing, when the man moved forward she lifted her heavy head to watch him, her eyes narrowing in silent anger and challenge. 

"None of that matters young Miss. Are you fine there or shall I move you back to your bed?" He took another step forward and Marilyn grit her teeth as his fingers tilted her head to the side and her mark came into view. "How'd you get this young Miss? I'm curious." His voice had lowered again, Marilyn stiffened and bit back a scream when his fingers trailed up from the mark to her hair, his fingers lacing within golden strands and yanking. 

She found herself flung against the other side of her room, her body tilting limply to the side as her head and back sang with pain. The blade caught her unfocused eyes as it continued to spin between the man's index and middle finger. Within a blink and another narrowed emerald eyes were inches from her own and the cool blade was pressed once more to her pulse point. A strong and painful grip holding her head up by her hair once more, the blade beginning to caress her skin from pulse point to mark and back again. 

She could feel something warm and wet beginning t trickle down the side of her head, a faint smell of copper filling her nose, she stiffened and felt bile roil in her stomach when the man's lips hovered just beside her ear. "Are you scared of dying?" He asked softly, fingers tightening in her hair had Marilyn flinching, from the discomfort not fear. 

She knew she wasn't going to die. 

"No. But you'll regret your actions...you and your companions..." she could feel it, warmth curling in the middle of her stomach, a smirk tugging her lips upwards. "Have you met my butler? How rude of you sir, he [i]loathes[/i] having uninvited guests...arrive at the estate without warning. Make this pathetic man and his helpers fade to nothing Artemis, make them pay..." The mark blazed to life as the words left her lips, her head and back throbbing as the man cursed and gripped her hair tighter and pressed the blade harder against her skin. 

"What are you doing? Who's Artemis?" The man snarls as he shakes Marilyn's head roughly, she doesn't answer him, just tries to stay awake and alert. [@pyroman]