Markus-Underworld Reborn

I remained in the position that William placed me in. My arms started aching from my wound and from the bounds pulling my arms too far back. My wrist hurt from the weight of the cuffs and the chains. I could feel this so called Markus staring at me. The cool tile from the floor was relaxing and I thought I could just go to sleep but the fear that had settled into my bones was almost too much to handle. I was chained up, submitted to the floor and before a man that was going to decide my fate and with that thought alone my eyes welled up in tears once more.

“Sit up” Markus called out to me. I struggled to pull myself up to face this man and was astounded by what I saw. He looked exactly like William but he had bright red hair that was pulled half way back and was long with deep beautiful curls. He had a well trimmed beard and mustache, a long prominent nose, Bright stunning blue eyes, a pronounced jaw bone, broad shoulders and a deep muscular chest. He wore a leather jacket, boots, dark pants and a skirt type of thing over his pants with a pronounced belt to go along with it. He had a bit of hair on his chest and the way he looked at me was intense. Even though I was afraid, I found myself pressing my legs tightly together to slow the throbbing between my legs. This man was beautiful in all of his glory.

“So, tell me, how a human woman managed to kill off 15 to 20 lycans, or as you know them, werewolves and come out of it unharmed.” He spoke in a deep raspy voice but yet it was smooth and a bit comforting.

I realized that he sized me as he asked me this and I soon realized that my blouse was exposing my breast almost completely. I felt embarrassed and lowered my head once again. I told him my story, how I got in Romania and how all this came about. I was trying so hard not to let him see me cry but I found it hard as I choked on my words a bit. He looked at me emotionlessly as I looked up when I was finished. I returned my face down because it seemed like this man was not going to show me any mercy. He then turned to his brother and asked him if this was true. I was so worried that he would deny my accusations and then I would be killed by these creatures but found it astonishing when William agreed to my story.

“Ah, I see” he said, exchanging a look with his brother and then back at me with a bit of a smile. He had perfect teeth, fangs but not like Williams. They were like the guards but the immense energy that he was emitting was not like them. He was their leader and I knew this by his authority and the way he sat comfortably on his throne.

He looked me dead in the face and spoke slowly almost taunting like “Well, what should we do with her William?”

I looked over to William and he just smiled a bit and said “Well now brother, that is up to you.”

“Very well” Markus said exchanging a look with his brother. “Leave us”

As everyone left the room, I lowered my head from his gaze but I could feel him burning holes through me. I was so overwhelmed by what had happened in these few short days and all I wanted to do was just die. I was so tired of having to fight and the fear was coming over me, for I knew that Markus was to soon, pass his judgment on me. I let my tears flow a bit, wondering what would be next as he watched me with those stunning blue eyes and I tried not to shake in fear. I didn’t want to seem weak but I didn’t want to piss him off with arrogance either, therefore I just waited.

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Markus was still sitting at the table with his head in his folded hands when William stepped in and announced that they brought back the survivor.

“Explain this person to me a bit more.” He said to his brother

“It’s a female, she has not been bitten, a bit feisty but really scared. She is quite attractive” William said with a bit of smirk on his face.

“Well, let’s get on with it.” Still a bit agitated that he had to clean up this mess and now there was a human that saw way too much for her own good. Pulling his seat back a bit and standing up, Markus followed his brother out of the small dining room, into the main chamber. He couldn’t see her well, so taking his seat, he began to evaluate what he saw.

It was a young woman, no older than 25, if that, with long blond hair pulled up with a stick holding it in place, a black blouse and a white skirt. She had been pushed to her knees with her face to the floor and she was bound in cuffs. He could smell her blood, her fear and the small things about her that seemed to excite him. He demanded her to sit up so that he could see the rest of her and was almost blown away. Her face was smeared with small bits of makeup from crying but her face was smooth, with big, deep blue eyes with just a few pieces of long bangs surrounding her perfectly oval shaped face. Her blouse was ripped open and by the looks of things it was already a bit low cut with lace around her cleavage. He saw the gentle blood in between her small but smooth, supple breast and he found himself longing to taste it. She saw him looking at her and lowered her head in embarrassment. She was beautiful and he thought she may have felt over exposed but her innocent appearance, her fear and beauty made him want to have his way with her on the floor. He smelt more than blood from her wounds but also from her menstruation and the salty sweet smell made him think of running his tongue between her legs. He smirked at her submission and he enjoyed this game a lot and decided to a have bit of fun but first he needed to do the business attended in the first place.

He questioned her and she spoke gently but with a smooth, smoky voice. He could hear the fear in it, almost like a child but puberty had done well with her. She was stunning and he could listen to her speak all day. Better yet, he would like to hear her sexual aroused. He pushed these thoughts aside and asked his brother if this was true and he agreed with her story. His brother gave him a look of acknowledgement for what his brother was thinking, smirking just a bit.

He looked back at his terrified beauty and asked William, without looking at him, what he should do with her. Looking over at William, William smiled knowing what Markus should do. He should give into his desires and on that note, he dismissed everyone from the main chamber so that he could play and punish his pretty little one a bit, looking down upon her lowered head.

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I sat there with my head still lowered to the last step of the platform. I could feel him in my head. I could hear his voice asking me to come to him. Come to me, it called inside of my head. I had the sudden urge to get up and go to him but fought the temptation. I knew that I couldn’t give in. I didn’t want to anger him though. The energy coming from him wasn’t threatening but as though he was in my mind. I could feel him. It was like he was right behind me, whispering this into my ear. I looked up momentarily and could see a look in his eyes that suggested that he was doing just that. He was burning holes into me. I lowered my head from his suggesting and hypnotizing eyes. I couldn’t bear to look into those eyes. I felt if I looked at him. I could just fall into them and then he would have complete control over me. The energy soon turned into a serious, almost dangerous and threatening, then he spoke.

“There are consequences to your actions. You have single handedly killed off 15 to 20 immortals and this is looked down upon by the immortal community, especially since you are a human. I must punish you for your deceit.” He spoke this quickly and seriously.

“Come here Ann.” He called to me.

I kept my face to the floor as I got up, trying to bear the pain from my wounds and the heavy bounds. I wondered how he knew my name for I never told it to him or anyone else. I looked as my shoes as I slowly walked up the steps to the platform thinking all the while about how fucking hard I fought to save my life, just to die here. This man was going to do something awful to me and I just wanted it to be over with. I made it to the top of the platform and fell down at his feet. My thoughts had brought tears to my eyes. I didn’t care anymore, I let them fall, watching them fall onto the shiny black tile.

He shifted his weight in his seat and leaned over, placing his elbows onto his knees and folding his masculine hands. These simple gestures almost make me fall back in fear. He then pulled cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one, letting our surroundings fill with the sweet smell of the tobacco. I wanted it so bad. I wanted to ask him for one but I didn’t. I just managed to sit there inhaling the smoke slowly, becoming a bit light headed. He put the cigarette in a small astray on a table by the throne and then he reached in his pocket and pulled out a small silver key. He took his free hand and placed it under my chin and lifted my face to his. He was so close, he could have kissed me. I was almost unconscious from the power that he emitted and the energy flowing through his hands into my face. I sucked in a deep breath at this motion. This gesture allowed me to see his eyes in a whole new level.
His eyes were almost silver, they were so blue. He had a tiny black ring around the iris and small deep blue and purple lines from his pupils to the outline of his irises. I couldn’t help but to stare. I was starting to go limp. I was starting to see small glimpses of fire scenes in his eyes, like looking into crystal balls. I had to quickly shift my view to another point on his face but that didn’t help. I was able to see his face better. It was completely flawless. He looked maybe 30. He looked stern but had the face of an angel. It was like the way his eyes were, it showed that he has lived longer than anything. I couldn’t help it but the throbbing in between my legs was coming back. I tried to fight it off but he wasn’t making it easy. As I looked into his eyes and the contours of his perfect face, deep neck with a lovely Adam’s apple, I just wanted to lick it. Then it hit me, Ann what the fuck are you doing, I asked myself. This is the enemy, get over yourself. I cleared my thoughts and then I remembered the fire scene I saw in his eyes and just blurted out, looking away.

“An ancient.” I said out of nowhere and out to no one.

He laughed a bit with his nice smile and replied “Your smart, sweetheart. Yes I am an ancient, far older than you can ever understand. My brother and I are the oldest of the immortals.” He spoke this quickly “You’re lucky though, other immortals would have killed you on the spot but just maybe if you do what I ask of you then maybe I will spare your life. This key I hold in my hand, Ann, is the key to your bounds. Do you want it?” He asked, showing me the key again.

I was lost a bit in his accent, speaking my name. I loved it but the key brought me back to reality and his threatening energy hadn’t seized. I nodded in acknowledgement. I wanted to be free and he showing me the key only tantalized me. I wanted it. He looked at me in amusement and said “I asked you if you want this key” he said as he lifted his hand from my chin and smiling a bit. That only pissed me off. I shot his an eat shit and die look and turned away to keep from spitting in his face.

The threatening feeling changed quickly into an enraged feeling. Before I could react Markus grabbed me by the throat and lifted me easily from the floor and snatching me nearly right into his lap, letting my feet drag the floor behind me. My throat was almost being crushed as he pulled me close to his face. The anger was clear. The tiny black rings around his eyes had expanded and sent little pin black streaks towards his pupils. Furrowing his brow and gritting his teeth, pronouncing his jaw even more, he stared into my pain stricken face. He was holding me so hard from the floor, I could hardly breath. He was much stronger than the lycans and those black rings made me think he was more than just an older immortal.

“Don’t fuck with me!” He spoke in a low, deadly tone “I am here for a reason and I am trying to help you but your ignorance and clear defiance is really starting to piss me off. I asked you if you wanted the key, yet you just looked off into space and rebelled against me, showing me that your respect for you life means little to you. I will not tolerate this defiance. You can make your choice. You can submit to me or I can feed you to my minions. Make your choice and choose wisely for my patience with you is running very thin!”

Choking on my tears and gasping for air, I answered clearly “Yes, please can you undo my chains?” With this he let me go, dropping me hard to my knees, which weren’t far from the ground but it still hurt. I broke down and wept deeply, gasping for air. I just rested my head deeply in his lap. He shifted back and smoked the rest of his cigarette while I cried almost uncontrollably. I felt humiliated and stupid. This man was offering me freedom and my defiance caused me some unnecessary punishment. I was hurting. My throat still throbbed and I could feel it bruising. I deserved it though and that hurt me even more. I could feel my shirt pulled almost all the way down my arms. I think that the sudden snatching of my body between his legs had forced my shirt completely open. My chest was completely exposed. I was embarrassed but I didn’t care. This was my fault. He had given me a chance and I felt bad. I respected his choice to let me live. I sat there letting my tears slowly diminished and tried to summon up my courage when he leaned back over to speak to me.

“What are you going to give me, if I let you go?” He asked still clearly stern and irritated by my impulses. I didn’t know what to say. I thought a bit and said “I don’t know what you want. I don’t have any money. I am sorry.” I felt ashamed for not having anything to offer to him. I just waited to be rejected and sent to his minions. I felt horrible and just innocently said sorry once more, waiting to be punished again.

Looking at me he simply leaned back and said. “Money is not an object in my world, my love. I could think of many things that you can provide me with but for now I will accept you agreeing to stay here and not running if I let you out because you wouldn’t want me to hunt you down, now would you?”

“No.” I said. I gave him my word that I would stay loyal to his wishes and he looked at me a moment longer and then leaned in, placing his cheek against mine, rubbing his hands from my shoulders down my arms, over my cuffs and into my hands. He waited a moment to face the inside of my neck. I wondered if he would feed off me like those lycans wanted to. He had fangs but they were different, sharp canines and angled shaped ones beside it. He could have easily taken it away from me. He pressed his face a bit further into my neck taking in deep breaths and letting his breath run down my neck. This sent little shivers down the back of my neck into my spine. That dangerous tension has eased into that calling energy. Like he was pulling me into him once more that throbbing came between my legs and he placed his lips on my neck, just gently rubbing them there. He brought one of his hands up to rub his thumb across my lips as he cradles my face in his hand. He looked at me as he did this, then he was quickly back to my neck. The light from the overhead light deal was gleaming in his hair and small loose pieces were rubbing my face. I could feel his smooth skin and light scruffy beard rubbing against me. I wanted to run my hands in his hair and across his broad shoulders but I was bound. He held my hands again and let that calling sensation go and spoke sternly into my ear.

“Don’t make me regret this. If you run, I will hunt you down and hurt you, if not kill you. Do not cross me. I have a darker side that I know you don’t want to see. Do you understand me?” He squeezed my hands hard, almost breaking them as he said this. I reassured my loyalty to him and he let my hands go and undone my bounds. It took me a minute to be able to pull my hands forward. They were sore from the cuffs and it hurt to bring them forward. He pulled away from me as I let my arms relax in front of me and rubbing my deeply bruised wrist. I brought my hands to my throat, trying to hide that it still hurt but he was watching me. It hurt to touch my neck so I decided not to do that. I pulled my legs from under me and just sat on the floor and he pulled out his cigarettes again, this time offering one to me. I took it almost greedily, feeling bad I just patiently waited for him to light it for me. I tried not to suck it down to fast. I was soon a little high from the lack of nicotine from the last few days. I was a little weak from the day and the cigarette helped a lot. All I needed now was a shower, liquid, food and some sleep. Maybe then I would feel better. I had to regain my strength.

“You do realize that you are considered food to immortals?” He asked, exhaling his drag as he said this.

“I kind of learned that when I was locked in with those wolf creatures.” I said still remembering the experience. “You seem like the guards, what are they?” I asked

“They are vampires, honey. As for me, I am complicated, something I rather discuss at a later time” He replied simply as he let out his cigarette. I decided not to ask anymore questions. I pulled my knees up to my chest a bit and let my arms come around them just wondering what was next. He leaned in to speak with me.

“I can smell your blood.” He said to me, looking at me in that intense way. I looked at the wound on my arm and wondered. He soon took my tension away by pulling me a bit closer with his hands on my legs. Then once I was closer he placed his hands on my inner left knee and then pushed my leg aside and ran his hand down my thigh. I had to lean back to keep from falling over. He slipped his hands past my panties, stroking me gently and then inside of me for a moment and said “This blood my love” and with that he tasted it from his fingers. It was fascinating watching his eyes changed with his actions. I had gasped at his advancement but I said nothing. His eyes grew bluer and I felt that strange sensation. It had felt so good but I felt like I was doing something with the damned. His energy grew as all this unfolded. With that he let me go. He called his subjects and William to come in and escort me to a room so that I could regain my strength. I walked with them to my room, still feeling scared but intrigued by this man that I met. I felt humbled that he had let me live. I was so tired and all I wanted to do was sleep.

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Markus had watched her bow below him. He enjoyed the way she submitted to him. He let himself slip into her mind, calling upon her. He wanted to feel her fear, he wanted to feel her humanity. He wanted to make her come to him without even speaking to her. He watched and felt how she had tightened her legs to push aside the throbbing in between her legs. He loved how it excited her. He watched intensively at how she tried so hard to fight him off. He smiled at this power he had over her. He decided he was torturing her a bit too much with this and decided to tell her of what the consequences of her actions could result in. She merely bowed to him. He loved it; all he could do was watch how this beautiful creature responded so well to him. He wanted her, wanted her right then. He called her to him.

Her fear was very apparent, for she hid her face from his so she didn’t have to see his power even though it was relevant that she could feel it. He liked how she walked slowly. He thought that maybe he would take her on those steps but thought it best to wait, making it that much more fun. She stooped in front of him and the scent of her blood was breathtaking, making this event that much more interesting. He lit his cigarette and watched at how she didn’t ask for one even though it was apparent at how she wanted it. He seen her tears on the floor, knowing she was afraid. He thought of her fear and wondered what was there to fear. She didn’t know what fear was and he hoped that she wouldn’t have to see that side of him, not towards her anyway but he would have to wait and see how well she reacted to his commands.

He pulled out a little small silver key and showed it to her. He asked if she wanted it but she just nodded. He asked again and she became irritated and being a bitch. He didn’t like the way she looked at him and the way she ignored him. This angered him. Maybe he should teach her a lesson. He let her feel his anger and how she cowered to him and then snatched her up with ease just a little off her knees and letting her feet drag and pulled her almost into his lap. He wasn’t holding her neck too hard but immortal strength was more than many people would like to realize. He knew it would bruise but he knew that she wouldn’t listen if he didn’t prove to her he wasn’t going to take her shit. He could see the tears in her eyes. He could feel her fear but he didn’t care. He told her what she needed to hear and knew that she would have to do as he said or she would die. She gasped a bit in her pain and he saw her gaping for air. He liked seeing her pain. He could feel himself close to changing into his hybrid form but decided it wasn’t worth it.

She agreed like a little girl. Her submission was beautiful and it made him erect. He let her go, feeling that he had made his point. She fell like a limp doll, letting her face fall onto his lap, crying deeply. He leaned back smoking his cigarette watching this. She was so innocent. The site of her crying in his lap and seeing the gentle bruising on her neck made him think about pulling her up off the floor, carrying her to a room, wiping away her tears and giving her something to stop her crying. He thought of the site of seeing her moan through her tears. He played a bit with this thought as she calmed herself. He asked her what she would give him for her freedom. She stumbled on the question but he knew that he had her in his complete control when she answered clearly and with quick response. He loved this. This is what he wanted from her, a master with his sweet little slave. She didn’t have anything to offer him, so she thought. He knew what he wanted from her. He wanted her like this forever with her innocence and sweet face. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to feel the inside of her, taste her blood and feel her orgasms. He smirked a bit and told her that money was nothing to him and that he could think of many things but a promise to stay would be enough. She agreed and that was all he needed. He trusted her response and new that she was his. She belonged to him now and he would be damned if any of the others would have her.

He leaned in to free her but thought to just touch her a little. He could smell her and wanted her far more than she thought. He let her feel the erotic moment but he soon gave her a quick, stern grip on her little hands that he wasn’t going to play games and he would not tolerate it and would have to punish her if she ran. She promised. Promised like a little child and he was satisfied by that. The closeness was so amazing. He could feel how she liked his advances. He had seen how she tightened her legs in response to her throbbing. He could read her mind like a book by now. When he ran his hands across her lips, he saw how she just relaxed in his hands. Once he released her. He let her have one of those cigarettes. He mentally laughed how it made her high from withdrawl. He liked how her eyes glassed over a bit and how she sat down and brought her legs up a bit to rap her arms around them. He couldn’t stand just smelling her. He wanted to know what she tasted like, how she felt. He pulled her closer, spread her legs and placed his fingers on her. He saw her excitement and how she leaned on her arms so that she wouldn’t fall over. He liked how she looked at him, so innocent when he put his hands on her. She gasped a bit when he ran his fingers from her clit to her opening and then back up soon to push back down and placing his fingers inside of her. Feeling the wetness and how tight her muscle responded to his touch. He loved it. He pulled away and tasted her. It overpowered him. Her human blood only tantalized him. He wanted to get on the floor with her and bury his face between her legs, tasting her blood and bringing her to that excitement. He couldn’t hold out so he called someone to come get her and let her go rest for now. For now that is, he would wait to have his way. He watched her walk away with her exposed breast and pretty little face and body. He wondered what it would be like to watch her wiggle under him while he fucked her. He leaned back and thought of this for awhile.

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Mickellie was watching this. She had fought her fucking ass off all this time to be even that close to Markus and here was this human bitch stealing him away. She wanted to be his mistress and she could see this human was doing it without trying. Markus had ignored her long enough and she had to rid this bitch if she was going to get a chance. She set off down the hall to go make plans of this.


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