Marcellus

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–unlock their hidden potential.

He would stop at nothing, until he'd changed them back to the predators they once was. He could hear them hiss as blood dripped from the opening his claw had made. Everyone stared at him with clenched fists as they tried to fight the urge. He brought his finger to his lips, licking the blood off.

"Marcellus you have to stop this madness, this instant!" The much more sophisticated guy said, as he jumped up, he held the table and it looked like his patience was hanging on by a thread.

Marcellus arched a curious brow, "what is this I see? Damien, you feel something for this buttercup. Right? Or is it safe to say love? You only kept play things, pets–yes but I've never seen you get this furious over one. I could even see a vein popping out from your forehead."

Damien faltered, he couldn't let anyone know he felt anything for her, especially his psychotic brother. Marcellus would stop at nothing to ruin him once he'd roused his interest. But, the girl stared desperately at him like a savior, she said nothing but he knew she'd hoped he'd save her.

"She means nothing to me. I only speak because she's the butler's daughter." He said with a voice so frigid it could ice even the biggest of oceans, she gasped and a tear of disappointment fell from her eyes.

The butler rushed to the scene upon seeing his daughter had been held captive, he fell on his knees with tear filled eyes as he pleaded,

"Master, please. She's my only daughter. I beg of you! Take me instead!"

"Nah. You're too old. And you can't please me the way she would. She would make a nice pet, don't you think Lucille?" He said. His tone cold and remorseless.

Lucille turned towards him, she knew no matter what she said, she could never talk him out of whatever mad plans he already had in mind, staking herself had worked once, but he would never fall for it twice.

"My Lord, please let the girl go."

"Maybe I would have, if Damien hadn't blatantly denied her. Don't worry brother, you'd surely thank me one day for this. She's probably of no use to you anyways." He winked, pulling her hair aside.

Swiftly, he buried his fangs in her neck, she screamed, bucking and pushing.

"Noooo!" Damien roared as he'd tried to charge at Marcellus, his other brothers hurriedly grabbed him holding him still. He wasn't as strong as Marcellus, if he'd tried to fight him now Marcellus would either kill him, or kill every single human in that room just to prove how strong he was. And they could do nothing, but watch. Marcellus had always been out of control.

Her father also tried to rush in to save his daughter from the raving lunatic, but, Lucille blurred towards him, holding him still.

"I'm sorry I have to do this." Crimson bled into her eyes and she spoke, "forget about your daughter. From now on, she doesn't exist and she means nothing to you." She compelled him. One last tear of sorrow fell from his eyes for his daughter. The old man nodded and moved to a side, he stared as his already forgotten daughter got drained of her blood.

He held her still as he fed on her. Her blood wasn't enough to fill the vacuum the other girl who'd nearly died in an accident had created.

It didn't feel the same. He wasn't in the least satiated. If he was to feed to the point of satisfaction, he'd have to kill every single human in that room. But, her alone would do, besides, he had other things in store for her.

She'd stopped struggling and he retracted his fangs, turning her to face  the others. He whispered some words into her ear, her face lit up in confusion, she stared at him wide-eyed and she stood still.

"Anyone else care to join?" He said, cleaning the blood that dripped from his chin with his fingers, licking on it. "Well then. Don't say I didn't invite you."

His fangs found purchase in her neck once more and this time, she moaned, clinging unto him for dear life. And he could scent the essence of her arousal. She tried to rub herself against him, and at that point, he'd thought of plunging into her wet heat. After a few feeding, her eyelids began to close as he'd nearly emptied her.

He stopped, raising his wrist to his lips, biting, he brought it to her lips.

"Drink!" He ordered, and she took his wrist to her lips, few seconds after he was sure she'd had enough, he took his wrist away and snapped her neck, letting her fall to the ground, drawing a gasp from everyone in the room.

Damien groaned, as he struggled to break free, "I swear, I would kill you for this! even if it's the last thing I do!" He said with tear filled eyes.

"You should. But, there's still more to come, and I want you to have more than enough reason to kill me." He said with a devilish grin plastered on his face.

"The only reason I still tolerate your insolence is because I'm trying to avoid more bloodshed. You never cease to make me regret fathering you."  His father said grimly.

"Well, you all contributed immensely to what I've become. Each and everyone of you. So don't act like you haven't had your fair share of bloodshed and I'm the monster. The fact that I refuse to change doesn't mean you all are in any way different. Keep in mind that as long as you keep having me under the same roof, none of you would know peace!" He scowled.

Suddenly, the dead girl began to move, she groaned as she tried to re–fix her broken neck, pulling it back to the right position, then she got up.

"Just the person we've been waiting for." Marcellus added. "Why don't you feed from that old man there love? You must be hungry."

She grinned, baring her newborn fangs as she strolled towards him. He tried to run and she blurred, grabbing him.

"Marcellus! You can't let her feed from her father!" His mother said.

"Too late for that." He folded his arms as she latched onto his neck he screamed and she sucked. After a few minutes of sucking Marcellus walked towards her to pull her off, she snapped at him and continued feeding.

"Enough!" He commanded, but she wouldn't let go. She growled at him and continued feeding. He scoffed. Newborns and their hunger issues. His hand shot out and he grabbed her jaw putting pressure on it enough to crush it. She shrieked at the pain, hurriedly pulling her fangs out. He pulled her over to his side.

"Don't worry buttercup, you'll have a lot of people to feed on, now that you're with me." He said, licking the blood on her lips.

She moaned, claiming his lips hurriedly. They both engaged in a ferocious lip nipping kiss. Marcellus turned her back to face him, bending her over as he pulled her clothes up, tearing whatever she had beneath off.

He needed no invitation. She was readily open for him and they all knew he would take her right in front of them.

"Master!" She screamed as he unzipped himself and plunged into her tight core.

"Not master. Marcellus." He corrected.

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       Shit just went down. Lol.