Marcellus

Lyra   January 05/ 2020Few minutes ago, she'd walked into the manager's office with a smile plastered on her face. When he'd called her, she was hoping for a good news like ' you've been promoted' 'oh, there's been an increment in your salary to commend you for your good work'.  if anyone deserved all that, it should have been her. "I'm fired!? Why!? " she asked alarmed as she stared wide-eyed at the blue–eyed guy in his seat with a slicked back  black hair, behind the office desk.She'd worked with her blood, sweat and tears for this company for more than five years! She didn't get or understand why she was being fired."Well, we feel your services are no longer needed so

He got up and strolled to one of the maids standing she was beautiful, all plump and ripe for the taking. He got in front of her, and she began to tremble like a cold leaf in the harmattan. When his eyes turned crimson, her fears seemed to be amplified in more ways than one. He walked behind her, his claws at her throat. His family just stared at him, too shocked to speak, they all knew what he'd wanted to do. That had been banned in their house!"What are you doing son? Sit down!" His father ordered."It's just a simple demonstration father." He grinned, as he released a claw, gently drawing blood from beneath her throat, she winced, tears pooling down her face. The rest of the maids scurried away in fear.He knew his family craved blood. He knew they'd wanted nothing more than to sink their fangs in a human. But, their sense of righteousness and stupidity could never let them. But he would help them re

Marcellus jaws dropped wide open and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared at the woman in his office. He'd recognize that scent and face anywhere.  "Bloody hell!" Were the only thing he could make out as he stared at the female figure in his office when he stepped in. How was she here?! Why was she at Avlon? He gasped, figuring out she was the one he was interviewing.Was she here to seek revenge?! Nights after nights, Marcellus had tried to purge her blood out of his system. That addictive taste plastered itself in his head and he'd almost attempted to find her on several occasions. Her blood was unlike anything he'd tasted. Rare and intoxicating–not to even mention the pure darkness, the raw power he'd felt in that few seconds he'd drank from her.  He'd drowned in the oceans of alcohol to forget how good her blood felt on his tongue, how bad his soul craved it, and how h

Marcellus Marcellus had his black silk robe and black pants on. A smile crept up to his lips as he tugged the cigarette between them, nesting his glass of liquor on the table beside the couch he sat on. He recklessly swung his other arm behind his head. Lyra, as she'd called her name said nothing after he'd given her a three–day offer. She merely just walked away. But he was confident—too confident to say the least. He could tell she found his offer irresistible, he saw desperation in her eyes when he'd gazed into it.He saw hesitation and restraint in them, but he was sure she would break and would come running back to him in the next three days. Either of them had what the other wanted; she wanted a job, he wanted her blood. It was a win–win situation for both of them, even though she knew nothing of his intentions towards her.He couldn't help the smug smiles that found thei

MarcellusThat particular scent drove him straight to the kitchen. She was here, her blonde hair was up in a messy ponytail. But his brother also had the audacity to make steak in his kitchen without his permission. "I don't remember asking you to cook for me. Angel. Just because I let you stay, doesn't mean I have given you access to my house." Marcellus scowled.Why couldn't Angelus just stay where he'd put him? After Angelus had bugged him too much last night and wouldn't go away, he had no choice but to agree to him staying at his place. They might have been a twin, but they were only similar in appearance. Their personalities was far more different.For one, Marcellus had always thought Angelus to be lousy and ridiculous. Marcellus had to hold back a scoff, he'd been at the doorway for a while watching the way the new woman gawked at Angelus' body and also the way Angelus'