Post by Marcus on May 11, 2008 12:26:32 GMT -5
A Lords Lesiure
((Okay to anyone who recognises this - yes I’m tacky and recycled a post but I think I have the right to as the first time I used it the thread never went anywhere))
The dark red eyes of Marcus scanned over a newspaper with a slight interest. There was something a miss going on in England a vampire with suicidal thoughts it seemed. He was causing quite a stir with his interviews of being a ‘vampire’. In this day and age it was not as much as a problem as it may have been a century ago, people were sceptical now. A man claiming to be a vampire was soon put as nothing more then a lunatic or attention seeker. Still it was something that would have to be dealt with, the ways of a vampire did not need to be spilled to the humans and least this vampire get over his head and decide to do something more drastic.
His attention was drawn instantly as a new scent entered his presence. Now that was delicious. It had been a while since Marcus had found something that made his mouth water in such fashions. His eyes flickered closed for a long second as he inhaled deeply, the soft scent become stronger as it moved. His eyes opened to instantly find the doorway of the living room where a slight figure now stood.
Someone had taken to sending him meals, he had a feeling it was Aro and yet another of his insane schemes to ‘cheer him up’. It had happening for the past week or so, strange humans popping up all over the place in the headquarters it was obvious whoever had been sending them had been searching for his taste. Aro knew well enough of his tastes and certainly the ‘deliveries’ had all been very fragrant apart from the odd one or two he had sent away in a pompous disgust. Now this one, he hadn’t stumbled upon such a delicacy in a very long time.
His red eyes glanced over her swiftly becoming blacker each second. She was young, rather pretty in a more unconventional manner. She certainly wasn’t native to Italy, her skin sweetly pale, pink lips rather slim compared to the full pouts of the Italians, her long mousy brown hair cascaded down her shoulders in light ringlets much longer then was the fashion of most girls in Italy.
He could tell from a single glance she was frightened, her hands twisting themselves anxiously against the hem of her shirt. He couldn’t help but wonder just what had been said to her to force her into this room, into his presence. Money perhaps – every human seemed to have their price and it was clear this woman was not well off, her clothes were cheaply made and there was no perfume to attempt to hinder her true scent.
He rose to his feet newspaper quite forgotten as he crossed the room watching as she seemed to shrink at his presence. With a softness he never rewarded to anyone but his pray his hand came up to run tenderly across her warm cheek coaxing her face up so he could observe her.
“Come.” He whispered simply his invitation true to the core as his hand found her waist gently ushering her into the room. There was no one Marcus was kind to, not even his brothers received more then his sarcastic remarks, his prey on the other hand were treated with the utmost respect. As egotistical as he was he was wise enough to accept that he relied upon his prey, he relied upon their lives and felt something that could be akin to grateful at their sacrifice.
He guided her quietly into the dark room watching amused as she gazed around in awe at the beauty of the room, the pictures covering the walls. He highly doubted this simple little thing had ever seen such beauty. He came to stand directly infront of her merely watching her for several long moments, savouring a beautiful meal like a starving man. He watched as she fidgeted under his gaze before her lack of comfort overwhelmed her, her lips meeting his harshly. So that was what she had been told she was doing. That certainly sounded like Aro and his ‘quirky’ sense of humour. He didn’t respond merely waiting until she pulled back gazing up at him in terror.
He merely smiled at her affectionately. It was a very rare sight one only his prey was allowed to see, the softest of smiles that made him look far younger and kinder then he had been even before his mate. His hands found her waist gently, holding her like a lover lips lowering to place the softest of kisses down her neck before finding his preferable spot.
Her gasp was the only sound that entered the room as his teeth broke the skin. The red wine filled his mouth with a wondrous explosion of flavours. He could barely remember tasting something so fine; it took every ounce of self control that had built its self up over the millenniums to drink slowly savouring every last drop. She was soon growing limp in his arms her life slowly fading from her blue eyes. Her heart beat hammered in his ears as he backed her to the sofa moments before he had been strewn out upon. His knees found their place either side of her legs as he covered her completely, basking in the total dominance only feasting could bring. The last drop hit his tongue and he instantly lamented the loss of such a taste. Reluctantly he separated from her skin, lips soaked red, eyes glistening with that after feed glow.
“Sleep easy.” He whispered gently to the corpse now wrapped to his arms tenderly stroking his fingers through her hair.
((Okay to anyone who recognises this - yes I’m tacky and recycled a post but I think I have the right to as the first time I used it the thread never went anywhere))
The dark red eyes of Marcus scanned over a newspaper with a slight interest. There was something a miss going on in England a vampire with suicidal thoughts it seemed. He was causing quite a stir with his interviews of being a ‘vampire’. In this day and age it was not as much as a problem as it may have been a century ago, people were sceptical now. A man claiming to be a vampire was soon put as nothing more then a lunatic or attention seeker. Still it was something that would have to be dealt with, the ways of a vampire did not need to be spilled to the humans and least this vampire get over his head and decide to do something more drastic.
His attention was drawn instantly as a new scent entered his presence. Now that was delicious. It had been a while since Marcus had found something that made his mouth water in such fashions. His eyes flickered closed for a long second as he inhaled deeply, the soft scent become stronger as it moved. His eyes opened to instantly find the doorway of the living room where a slight figure now stood.
Someone had taken to sending him meals, he had a feeling it was Aro and yet another of his insane schemes to ‘cheer him up’. It had happening for the past week or so, strange humans popping up all over the place in the headquarters it was obvious whoever had been sending them had been searching for his taste. Aro knew well enough of his tastes and certainly the ‘deliveries’ had all been very fragrant apart from the odd one or two he had sent away in a pompous disgust. Now this one, he hadn’t stumbled upon such a delicacy in a very long time.
His red eyes glanced over her swiftly becoming blacker each second. She was young, rather pretty in a more unconventional manner. She certainly wasn’t native to Italy, her skin sweetly pale, pink lips rather slim compared to the full pouts of the Italians, her long mousy brown hair cascaded down her shoulders in light ringlets much longer then was the fashion of most girls in Italy.
He could tell from a single glance she was frightened, her hands twisting themselves anxiously against the hem of her shirt. He couldn’t help but wonder just what had been said to her to force her into this room, into his presence. Money perhaps – every human seemed to have their price and it was clear this woman was not well off, her clothes were cheaply made and there was no perfume to attempt to hinder her true scent.
He rose to his feet newspaper quite forgotten as he crossed the room watching as she seemed to shrink at his presence. With a softness he never rewarded to anyone but his pray his hand came up to run tenderly across her warm cheek coaxing her face up so he could observe her.
“Come.” He whispered simply his invitation true to the core as his hand found her waist gently ushering her into the room. There was no one Marcus was kind to, not even his brothers received more then his sarcastic remarks, his prey on the other hand were treated with the utmost respect. As egotistical as he was he was wise enough to accept that he relied upon his prey, he relied upon their lives and felt something that could be akin to grateful at their sacrifice.
He guided her quietly into the dark room watching amused as she gazed around in awe at the beauty of the room, the pictures covering the walls. He highly doubted this simple little thing had ever seen such beauty. He came to stand directly infront of her merely watching her for several long moments, savouring a beautiful meal like a starving man. He watched as she fidgeted under his gaze before her lack of comfort overwhelmed her, her lips meeting his harshly. So that was what she had been told she was doing. That certainly sounded like Aro and his ‘quirky’ sense of humour. He didn’t respond merely waiting until she pulled back gazing up at him in terror.
He merely smiled at her affectionately. It was a very rare sight one only his prey was allowed to see, the softest of smiles that made him look far younger and kinder then he had been even before his mate. His hands found her waist gently, holding her like a lover lips lowering to place the softest of kisses down her neck before finding his preferable spot.
Her gasp was the only sound that entered the room as his teeth broke the skin. The red wine filled his mouth with a wondrous explosion of flavours. He could barely remember tasting something so fine; it took every ounce of self control that had built its self up over the millenniums to drink slowly savouring every last drop. She was soon growing limp in his arms her life slowly fading from her blue eyes. Her heart beat hammered in his ears as he backed her to the sofa moments before he had been strewn out upon. His knees found their place either side of her legs as he covered her completely, basking in the total dominance only feasting could bring. The last drop hit his tongue and he instantly lamented the loss of such a taste. Reluctantly he separated from her skin, lips soaked red, eyes glistening with that after feed glow.
“Sleep easy.” He whispered gently to the corpse now wrapped to his arms tenderly stroking his fingers through her hair.