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Upon stumbling into the small town of Forks Washington, many believe they have found the smallest, most abnormal town on earth. But it’s a few miles outside Forks, on the Indian reservation, also know as La Push, where the real trouble is stirring.
In spite of the large coven of vampires located in Forks, a pack of werewolves is growing rapidly. This particular pack is larger than any other since the old days. Washington has never seen a pack this size, but Italy has. The last pack this size was wiped out, making way for the ruling of the Volturi. Vampires. Werewolves faded from existence, and had seemingly lost their authority in the world. But it was on this small reservation, the Olympic Peninsula, where werewolves began to once more gain power, more than anyone had anticipated.
When the Volturi noticed the large pack of dogs in Washington, they knew they had to pay them a visit. It wasn’t as it a pack this large could go unattended. They had to be taken care of; wiped out. Some delegates were sent to North America to look into the matter of the dog infestation. But the Volturi wasn’t expecting to have such a fight put up. They hadn’t anticipate the numbers they came across.
For the first time since the 1860’s the Volturi lost one of their number, and not for a lack of devotion. Their first loss since the outbreak of Anarchist, back when Jasper Whitlock Hale was born, a Volturi vampire had been killed at the hand of an enemy, and not just any enemy. This young girl had been killed at the jaws of a werewolf.
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He's the posion in your posion {Marcus} « Thread Started on Jun 9, 2008, 7:41am »
Much can’t be said for what Sophie did while Marcus was away. She had spent lazy days with Olivia, the pair went shopping and generally just spoiled themselves with Marcus’ money. Aria of course had came back the day that he left, which caused a lot of havoc for Sophie in particular seeing as how the brunette had an unknown vendetta against the red head. She could only attribute it to her place in Marcus’ bed, another jealous lover that was getting too out of hand. Though if Aria kept on with her antics, Sophie would mention something to Marcus about it. Right now though, she could handle a few minute headaches, but Marcus might suffer in the long run if she keeps on. It had been an hour or so since she had heard of his arrival, though she did not move from her spot. He’d be in his chambers eventually and there was no need to throw herself upon him like some ravaged dog. She would see him eventually, so she turned the page of the book she was holding in her hand with keen interest in its pages.
It was true that she had missed him to a degree. He had been gone for a few weeks and she had no one to play with for the entirety of that time. Sophie had learned long ago that if you had someone taking care of you, one did not venture to another’s bed and test fate. Marcus had often teased her with silly demands of no sex in the bedroom or castle while he was away, but she only took it in stride. Sophie wasn’t leaving his bed and she managed alone for the time he was gone. She couldn’t honestly call it fun or something she would like to do on a daily basis, but it wasn’t that hard to remain true to someone that had became her bread and butter over the months. She had scored a Volturi brother, and she did not want to lose him by fiddling with some other man that could not provide her with whatever means she required. Tilting her head to the clock, Sophie figured Marcus would be coming through the doors in any minute. She knew that everyone liked a bath after their travels so she started the water for him.
If anything, Sophie was trying to relax him enough to present her winnings for the wager she had going. She had finally figured out what she wanted, but knew it would be pulling teeth to get Marcus to agree to her demands. Though, truthfully she had won their bet fair and square, Marcus was still going to be highly reluctant to give into her thoughts of a new addition to his room. She wanted a cat. There was no reason in the world that she should want one side from the fact that she saw a beautiful white one in a magazine and her mind was made up then. She’d get the cat with or without his permission, but it would be nice for him to agree to it so it doesn’t cause problems later on. It’d take a lot of sweet talking and a few heated promises whispered into his ear from her lips, but she had no doubt in her talents to sway his heart one way or another. He had given her everything she wanted as it were, so what was one more thing?
Moving back to the bed, Sophie laid the book down and stretched her arms up to the ceiling. She’d been in one position way too long. The book was almost finished, so she had been laying there for a good few hours. Stretching one hand over her shoulder, Sophie rubbed her shoulder blade before throwing herself on the bed. She was bored and Olivia was out shopping and talking with some new male friend she had found, hoping he was rich. Sophie obviously couldn’t go with her, and though she wasn’t going to run down to Marcus she still wanted to see him. That was when she heard the familiar patter of footsteps on marble floor, forcing her to pick up her book and gaze at it once more. This time, however, she was not reading it to gain anything from it. Sophie just wanted to appear busy to a degree.
Re: He's the posion in your posion {Marcus} « Reply #1 on Jun 9, 2008, 11:00am »
After several weeks away finally his feet touched Italian ground. Instantly he felt more at home, better in himself for being back in his country truly America held little appeal for him. The moment he was within the Volturi manor he shed his leather shoes and the blazer of his suit heading promptly up the stairs. He didn’t head for his rooms immediately, instead organising a small surprise for his current lover with the guard before going to check his study, placing several newly purchased paints and scraps of note paper with ideas and compositions scrawled across onto the wooden desk absolutely covered in sketches and prose.
It was almost an hour later when he finally headed for his rooms having already been informed that Sophie was already there and hadn’t truly left the room since he had weeks ago. A healthy feast to his inflated ego. Slipping through the door, a small hint of a amused smirk crossed his face at the site of her on the sofa obviously trying to look busy although her eyes moving just that tad to slowly across the page for them not to be forced. Attempting to look busy, his dear Sophie and her foolish little games.
He said not a word hand merely coming to rest in his pocket, leaning down to snatch her book from her hands casting it across the room, red lips to hers in a long heated kiss hand resting a small package to her hands before pulling back a sultry smirk crossing his features for but a moment before he rose wordlessly heading to the bathroom where Sophie had obviously just run him a bath.
Inside the tiny package she would find a set of keys. Keys that would open the red Ferrariperched on the long road just in the view of his quarters. Upon the passenger seat sat another smaller package containing silver jewellery of her tastes that he knew so well. Marcus as always showering his lovers with wild gifts knowing full well how he would be rewarded, how they would desire his presence to absolute frantic states.
He merely brought his hands to run through his ear having no doubt in a few minutes she would come charging in after him when she saw her gift yet alone the fact he had not seen her for weeks. His hands busied themselves lazily helping himself to a bottle of pure Italian beauty finally a taste of grandeur after having to settle in America much to his distaste.
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Re: He's the posion in your posion {Marcus} « Reply #2 on Jun 12, 2008, 9:09am »
Sophie continued reading her book as the door creaked open. Although, she was not reading the book at all, she still wanted to pretend that she was busy and that she could careless whether Marcus was home or not. She did not need to look like her thoughts were soley on him. His ego was huge enough, so she had tried a more tactical approach to the little problem. The fact was that she had no idea the guards would tattle on her. It had been true she had not left the rooms but to yell at Aria and go around town with Olivia. She much preferred the comfort of the four walls than that rainy mess outside, for that was clearly the only time Olivia and herself could go out. She turned a page in the book and waited for Marcus to say something. He however did not say anything. He was walking slowly into the room hardly even noticing the perched red head against the black sofa. If she would have given in to her emotions she would have frowned, but that was before he came over to her and tossed her book aside as if it were nothing. Just when she was about to protest, Marcus’ lips met hers. Her entire body lightened as she took three weeks of no contact out on his lips. Marcus would forever be an excellent kisser and Sophie would forever bend to his will when he kissed her like this.
Her hands almost shot up to pull him down against her, but Marcus with his coy tricks slide a nicely wrapped package in one hand forcing her to break the contact with him pouty lips to look down at her hand. She looked up at him and down at the package before he trailed off. Of course there was no need for formalities or words. The kiss had been enough to express to each other that they had indeed missed each other. Her eyes watched him as he turned to go into the bathroom, a smile curved against her face. She had missed watching him saunter about their room, if truth be told, and the site he provided her was beautiful if not perfect. As he entered the bathroom, Sophie finally looked at the package again. She said nothing as she opened it and found a set of keys. She had no idea at first what was going on, but she knew one thing, Sophie knew what car keys looked like. Immediately she got up from her seat and stepped on the thrown book as she moved to the window. There it was a beautiful red Ferrari in the drive way. She couldn’t believe. She was actually speechless for about 1.2 seconds. Her mouth would not move as she gazed out on the beautiful vehicle. What was more she saw another package outside in the seat.
“Marcus!” she half screamed as her naked feet padded the marble floor to the bathroom. She had a huge smile on her face as she ran to him almost knocking over the glass in his hand as she body made contact with his. Quickly her hand reached for the glass to set it down as her lips met his. Her hands moved to wrap around his neck and press her body to his. “I love it,” she lightly whispered against his lips as she backed them into the cabinet. “You’re spoiling me,” she chuckled and pushed his hair back out of his face. Her body was craving his touch, thoughts of the cat were out of her head right now as she pressed herself against his form. She had missed this, even the contact with his body. Truth be told, she could have easily went outside and found some good looking guy to roll in the hay with, but she wasn’t about to spoil it. Even it if it were to just get away from Aria for a few hours. Reaching for the glass, Sophie held it to his lips. “I believe you were in the middle of doing something? Did I interrupt?” She chuckled wondering how he would answer her slightly obnoxious question.
Re: He's the posion in your posion {Marcus} « Reply #3 on Jun 18, 2008, 1:47pm »
Marcus patiently waited for her reaction in the bathroom, busying himself with fetching the fresh warm towels to place by the side hands coming to collect the glass for a long sip before beginning the task of undressing. It was at that precise moment her reaction came. Leaping at him with a thrill he had expected he caught her, had he been human he would have probably been pushed to the ground, breath forced out of him spluttering on his mouthful of drink. Instead he merely caught that slight tiny frame easily in his grip allowing her to back him into a cabinet filled with ironed and warmed towels back slamming to it harshly as he lent heavily against it, hands upon her waist quite content to allow her to press herself to him. Their lips clinging to each other as she thanked him in her bright excitement.
He had known instantly she would like it. Having spotted it on his way back through America to the airport and naturally she had required a gift. Marcus was renowned for spoiling his lovers mostly to keep their attention and knowing this was the way in which he was thanked. Though part of him... though it would never register on his face and break past those cold apathetic walls part of him was pleased to see she so enjoyed his gift, a welcome pet to his ego and that pleasure no-one could deny they would feel upon making another smile and beam with such a sudden ecstatic happiness.
"I knew you would." He told her simply in that breathy whisper to her warmer lips with another hungered kiss, tongue returning to explore the mouth he was coming to know rather well. He merely watched her as she brought the glass to his lips asking her obnoxious question. The pleasantries of banter. Long pale fingers traced down her hand catching her wrist sharply gently tilting the glass to run the liquid to red pouting lips having been denied of such Italian excellence over his trip. He released her wrist then caring not for any of the blood wasted as he caught her top lip between his own for a light peck before slipping from his space pressed between her and the bookshelf, walking around her casually.
"Go - play." He gave her permission with a flick of his wrist to investigate her new 'toy' as it were knowing she would be back in the time it would take him to bathe and sooth a psychologically exhausted form.
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