Marcellus
Jan. 13.. 2021
Was this her third? Or fourth day? Lyra couldn't recall. She'd lost track of time and days as she buried herself under the piles of work. Trying to find the weak points of some of the investor, trying to draw up an eye catchy proposal, and the rest.
She'd only gone from her room to the kitchen and then back. She hardly saw Marcel, even though she was well aware that he was around. And Angel on the other hand had been sweet, fattening her up with food.
She yawned, shutting close the laptop, she plopped down the bed. Undoing her robe, she happily strutted into her magnanimous bathroom. She already drawn herself a bath before going back to round up her work.
Easing herself into the pool of bubbles, she tipped her head back. Letting the water work it's magic.
She had a long day ahead.
Jan.14. 2021The doorbell rung and Shannon waltzed down the stairs, pulling the door open, her eyes grew wide as saucers at the sights in front of her. The woman at the doorway in black cocktail dress pursed her lips, blinking her artificial eyelashes a few times in impatience. She flicked her blonde hair behind her ear."Well, are you just going to stare at me like you've seen a ghost or are you going to let me in? I can't hold the sun for much longer."Shannon jerked out of the doorway, "I... I'm..I'm sorry,"The woman at the doorway walked in, her eyes darted towards the Marcel at the top of the stairs with a less surprised look, he leaned forward, folding his arms at his chest."My lord, you don't seem too excited to see me," the woman smiled, her nine inched heels clanked with each step she took closer.Marcellus blurred down the stairs
Marcellus Jan. 15.2021Lucille' arrival had been quite short noticed but he knew she couldn't be away from Angel, if she was here then there was no denying the fact that the whole family knew he'd desecrated their sacred law of abstinence.But he knew no one would dare to come look for him at his place, except Lucille of course. From the very first day she'd set eyes on Angelus, he knew there would be something between them but just as no woman could be Angelus' redemption, she couldn't be his too. He'd plunged his soul into the abyss of hell and the devil was now in control.He'd liked the fact that Lyra had easily adapted to the whole situation but he still couldn't get the thought of devouring her out of his mind—not just her blood but her body too, which was unplanned. He'd set eyes on the innocence within her and he'd wanted it for himself—whateve
AngelusJan. 16.2021He'd waited all night to see her walk right into his room, he'd wanted to apologize and ask her to forgive him for all he'd said. He'd grown tired of the killings of the maid, even though Marcellus had assured him that they'd all volunteered to turn in case anything went wrong but he just couldn't take it.With each drop if blood he slowly felt his humanity depart from him, he felt the void and emptiness his soul had left behind and he was just an empty shell. Truly he'd felt a pang of jealousy and couldn't seem to doubt if there truly was nothing between them but when he heard his brother speak, there was nothing but the bond of fraternity between them from one kindred to another.But he saw a glimmer of salvation in that and decided to give it his shot. Surely Marcellus might regret killing him but if he got to die, he would have
Angelusher back arched and her walls spasmed around his fingers, she bucked insanely when her second orgasm racked through her. He'd been torturing her slowly, teasing and exploring every sensitive part on her flesh. She heard a needy groan part his lips as his eyes shifted colors.He raised his head from between her parted thighs his eyes locking hers in a wild gaze. She'd nearly moaned out from the intensity of his stare holding a mix of lust and love; something she'd always seen in his eyes for the past one year.She'd tried to tell herself he was incapable of loving and that was one of the deceptive facade he'd been wearing—not until he said those words did she truly believed them, his utmost sincerity rang through every syllable of the words he'd spoken.She watched him lick his fingers clean of her juices, an animalistic growl rumbled through his chest
Marcellus Jan. 17.2021 It had been a day since his brother had displayed his act of stupidity, he kept to himself in his room, not bothering to step out to avoid coming face to face with Angelus. He couldn't stand a sorry Angelus, whenever he'd felt the need to apologize for something, he got more clingy and lousy. He'd began to question his morality; had he chosen to become a monster or was the bloodlust only in his blood? He hadn't succeeded in making Shannon let go of her humanity and even with the blood fest, Angelus had rejected a drink all because of his infatuation for Lucille. The majestic doors to his room sprang open and Shannon walked in, wearing a black jacket on a white polka dotted crop top and a waist length spandex skirt. "Hey Marcel," she smiled before giving him a cold kiss on the cheeks. His hand
Once they we're back home, Lyra headed straight for her room. Inside, she changed into something more comfortable for the rest of the day—though, a sweatshirt on pajamas wasn't her best option of clothing but a spine chilling shiver gripped her body the outfit was her only chance to feel warmth. Her mind couldn't help but skitter back to the little fling with Marcel in the car. She'd never been the type to get faltered by blunt advances from men but with Marcel it was different and it scared her. It scared her because there was something about him that beckoned unto her to eat of the forbidden fruit—to drag her soul into the darkness that loomed before her. But that wasn't what scared her the most, what scared her was falling for the darkness, to willingly let it consume and ruin her. Nothing felt as wrong as falling for Marcel, not only was he her employer but it was all happening too fast. Lyra bundled herself up in b
Jan 20.2021LyraIt was dark and the darkness consumed any hint of light, her eyes strained themselves as it tried to make out any light in the dark but it all proved useless while she stood in the void abyss of limbo. "Lyra," she heard a faint cackle from a distance where an unknown voice called to her. "Hello! Is anyone here?!" She shouted out but all she could get as a response was her own voice bouncing off the walls of whatever containment she was in. She saw a little flicker of light and a dark silhouette pass through, hastily following the little bit of light to where the gloomy shadow stood she felt herself hit a restraint. "Lyra." The looming voice echoed her name again. "Come closer."Lyra pushed at the invincible restraint, eager to get a cle
Had she been too foolhardy to have willed herself off to his whims? He'd clearly cited his warnings but like someone under a spell, she'd eagerly followed him off like a lamb to the slaughter. They embarked on the two hour journey to Blue field in silence; Marcellus had been engrossed in whatever he'd been doing on the phone while Lyra worked on a few documents on her laptop. The car stopped at an harbour and their lugages was moved into a private yatch. The night breeze fanned her skin when she alighted from the yatch and they made their way to a beach resort on the island of Haling Cove. The resort had been a fabulous exquisite looking glass house which seemed portable and classy at the same time. The interior decor was modern and screamed finesse, vibrant colors decked the walls of the house; something which Marcellus's mansion at Ocean city lacked. The expensive house looked like one of those houses on Bondi beach or the resorts on the M
“What the fuck did you just say?!” Marcellus asked the same minute his body went near-rigid under her touch. Lyra could almost feel the air around them shift, heady with tension as he let out a small hiss, easing himself out of her as he recoiled back away from her touch like being close to her, burned his immortal flesh.She almost whimpered from the sheer loss of having him buried deep inside of her, she watched as he pushed his fingers through raven blonde locks, his jaws ticking when crimson bled into his irises.“I said…..I said I love you, Marcellus.” She mumbled as she fiddled with the hem of the undergarment she had on, “Why? I’m not supposed to? I’m not supposed to feel these things? When all you’ve made me feel, right from the very minute I’d stepped foot into Avlon, was make me feel these things! When all you’ve made me crave was you! When all you’ve showed me was a million ways to fall in love with you!”The evidence of his arousal dripped down her thighs, with his gaze t
Feb. 30.2021 Lyra. Days passed and she patiently awaited him in the condo Leon had dropped her off—per his orders. Why she'd ended up in Queen'sbridge was unknown to her. She'd remembered Marcellus calling Shannon and the next she was been told that—as per his orders, she had to leave for Queen'sbridge. Leon had brought her to a condo which he promised was off vampire limits and that none could enter without and invitation. The house looked spacious and quite empty with tons of furnitures and stuffs but too big for just one person. But that was it, no calls except for his strict instruction to keep indoors until he said otherwise. She sat on the sofa, gazing at the peach wallpaper and decor thst made the house looked like it should have belonged to a fiveteen year old who enjoyed playing fairytale princess. Tapping at her screen she saw the numbers displaying the time say 7:00pm. Looking at the notification which consisted of nothing but a message from candy crush that she'd need
After flying for what seemed like many hours they finally came to a halt at the front of a that very mansion gate, the very one he'd dreaded. They both took their human form and Leonardo brought out a crescent shaped pendant, fixing it in the crescent shaped hole the gates opened and they all walked in.When they'd gotten to the big doors of the Mansion, it swung open and the butler stood in front of the entrance."Welcome home master." He said courteously.Marcellus couldn't help but get this feeling of déjà vu, it was all happening the way it did the first time he'd visited home a year ago."Out of the way already. Or would you rather I stand outside?" Marcellus spat, obviously shoeing his unlikeness for the aged man."That's no way to speak to an elderly man."Marcellus chuckled at Lucille's remarks, "could he ever be as old as me?"The butler moved hurriedly out of the way, bowing to apologise, "I'm sorry
The duo stared at the obviously ignorant Leonard who ate the chicken wings with delight. He sighed, a pleased expression lighting his countenance."You're undoubtedly the best chef in the world. I'd give you a thousand out of hundred." He commented."Cut the crap. Why the frigging fuck are you here?" Angelus settled for colorful strings of curse whilst he stared at his brother whose color was up—if he had any."Not the proper way to treat a brother, don't you think?""You're in my house uninvited. You're not my guest you obnoxious little prick." Marcellus fumed.The zero-haired girl beside him placed an hand on his shoulders and he tapped away at it, pointing an hand to the chair opposite him she walked towards it."Come on brother," he continued nonchalantly."If you sit on that chair I'd make sure that's the last thing you do." Marcellus spat before his eyes shifted colors.The girl r
Not understanding what she'd meant, he dragged her forward with his hands on her hips. "Hell, you look more sexy with the horns on. Can we fuck now?" He breathed huskily before pressing her against himself. "Not yet gummy bear. Patience." She giggled excited. She stared at his equally glowing eyes, mesmerized by them like she'd never seen them before. "I love your eyes, let's go kill people, please don't say no. "Kill people?" He paused staring at her as she gazed at him eagerly with puppy dog eyes he chuckled, "I'm not letting you kill anyone." "why?!" She cried out dramatically, rubbing her temples in frustration, "you're like an apex predator, shouldn't mass murder and massacre be at the top of your list? Imagine what the two of us can do, we'll rain carnage on humans," He arched his brow. His once harmless human was talking about mass murder and massacre
All she could keep track of was him dragging her out of the room, wearing her a pink robe that layed around the room then hurled her over his shoulders. The next moment he ran at a very fast speed that made everything around her blur and her stomach churn with nausea.When he got to a big building in the city she saw him flying; which kinda reminded her of a scene from superman with Louise Lane. When he'd gotten to the rooftop, he dropped her down and sat at the edge."Where are we?" Lyra questioned as she struggled to not stumble over, holding her stomach she retched."Don't tell me you feel sick?""Who wouldn't?! You—"Retch."Fucking—"Retch"Ran—"Retch, retch."The whole way here!" Wiping her lips when nothing came out anymore, she turned to face him. "You carried me all the way here like a sack of potatoes!"He rolled off into a fit of laughter she saw h
Feb. 21.2021Marcellus Spooning her he watched her snore peacefully through the night. Something was wrong, that he could tell and whatever had happened between them last night was her way of trying to get rid of whatever guilt that had embedded itself deep inside her chest.But she wasn't ready to tell him what it was that burdened her. Her chest heaved and she pressed herself closer into the curve of his body, placing his hand just beneath her bosom. Hell, he was beginning to like this human—his human, his little demon.But he wasn't meant to feel these feelings, all he'd wanted at first was her blood and a few romps between the sheets and not care about her as much as he did now—liking her was never part of his plan.But he did anyways, he liked her and he was going to keep liking her as far SD liking was concerne
Opening her eyes she sighed; having gotten used to losing consciousness and waking up. She noticed her boots and jacket had been taken off, her throat felt dry and parched like the sand in the Sahara desert, spotting the jar of water on the table she dragged herself over, fectched herself a glass. Downing the first, she fetched herself a second and when she reached her third, the door to her room opened and a worried, shirtless Marcellus walked in. "Marcellus," she rushed over to him, throwing her arms around him. He let out a sigh, stroking her back gently he pulled her closer into his cold embrace. "I'm so sorry for letting you go through all these. I should have been there for you. I should have—" "—Marcellus," she cut in, nuzzling her nostrils into his skin her tongue dashed out to taste his skin. "I want you like, now." Her arousal flared and her core throbbed a
Her eyes slowly opened taking in her entire surroundings which looked dark and devoid of any light except for a single candle burning afar off. She tried to move her arms but it seemed to have been restrained. When she jolted back to consciousness she noticed she was in a basement with chains strapped to her arms. Trying to summon her powers; which proved to be impossible, her eyes caught the markings of a sigil on the floor. "What the fuck?" From across her eye view she saw the door open, "finally. You've awoken. Howdy do sugarplum?" "Angelus." She smiled, "do you think you can help take this off?" She motioned towards the chain. He chuckled instead, shaking his head when he walked closer, "that doesn't work on me—well, not with your powers kept in check. Besides, Marcellus would not like that. Don't you agree with me?" "You didn't strike me as one who'd see a