Markus-Underworld Reborn

Mickelle’s face burned in anger as she walked from Ann’s room. Markus was courting that human and she had been treated like a servant. She had seen Ann’s innocence and if she was kind to Ann, then maybe she would be in Markus’ good favor but her hope was shot down like a child’s balloon. She had been rejected for being around Ann. She returned the tray to the kitchen and went to stalk to her room but William stopped her.

“What’s the matter Micky? Are you mad at the competition?” He mocked her as he blocked her way. She hated William, though he looked just like Markus. She hated Lycans and William was the maker of it all.

“I just want to go to my room, my lord.” She said to William, looking down trying not to upset him. William grabbed her by the neck, pinning her to the wall, forcing her to look at him. Fear welled up inside her as she watched him. His strength was overpowering her, burning through her insides. She cowered to the wall as he got in her face, placing his free hand on the wall, letting his eyes turn that lycan black.

“I’m warning you now, Mickelle.” He spoke lowly and threatening. He had never called her by her full name. “If you try to interfere with what I am doing with my brother and Ann, I will hurt you in ways you never thought pain could bring.” He said this, tightening his grip on her neck. She nodded, struggling to take in breaths in his death grip on her. She nodded, burning internally in a struggle of William’s anger. He let her go. She sulked to her room, holding her neck, choking on her tears. She had never seen the lycan anger in William and he was so close to just killing her. She knew she had to change her plans so the she wouldn’t be the blame later.

She sat on her bed, calling the death dealers of Victor’s old coven. The one that Markus used to have a say in, the one he destroyed in his rage for his brother. She thought back on that day, remembering how her lover and maker, Kraven, had died at the hands of Markus. She took a breath as she spoke with the unknown person on the other line.

“We have to change to plans, quickly. William is on to me, Shawn. What do we do?” She spoke with earnest, almost pleading with her old coven friend.He told her the best solution that she had heard all day. He said to out the power and they would make an appearance, allowing enough time to pull Markus from the human so that she convince the girl to run, by the word of Markus. She was then told to tell Markus, Ann had escaped and he would most likely kill her and Mickelle would be in good graces once more.

She let this thought burn into her memory, spreading a huge smile on her face at the idea. She told Shawn that he must retreat once she had returned his call or otherwise face Markus in one hell of a kill spree. They agreed on that and ended the call. She sat at her tiny little vanity and wrote a note from ‘Markus’, smiling all the while that her plan will finally unfold. She folded the note and made her way to the power room, throwing the switch. The guys called her back saying they were close. She hushed them as she saw William and Markus walking towards the control room. She told them to retreat quickly and made her way to Ann’s room.

She hurried in not wanting to waste the little time she had to do this. Upon arriving she saw the girl completely naked on the bed, looking out the window with a giddy look upon her face. She knew that this was of Markus’ doing and became almost sick at the thought that he may have already had her. She put on her best shocked look and coaxed the girl out the bed. She was shocked at the intrusion and the news that Mickelle told her. She gave the girl the note as Mickelle found a long white nightgown in the drawer giving it to her to dress as Ann read the note. She had dressed once Mickelle returned from the balcony, releasing the fire escape.

Ann looked at her in confusion as Mickelle helped her over the balcony onto the latter for her descend. She was asking questions but Mickelle coaxed her the best way she could with fake tears. She watched as Ann ran to the woods like she was told. She smiled at the lovely site that she would be rid of the human. She called Shawn, telling him to hurry and get from the estate and the surrounding land, that once Markus took hybrid form he would find them if they weren’t far away. They agreed and laughed a bit at how the plan worked. Mickelle made her way to the control room where Markus and William were looking at the security cameras. Markus already looked angry and William looked confused but focused. It was strange looking at the twins, fuming over the intrusion.

“My lord Markus,” she hurried in like she was distressed. “I heard of the news and saw a white gowned girl running to the woods when I was in my room. I went to go check on Ann to see if any of the intruders had gotten to her and saw that it was her running down the estate towards the north forest. By the way it looks, she used the balcony escape route to leave but there were no signs of struggle. I think she left as soon as all the lights went out.

“What?!” Markus growled out. She backed up a bit in his clear anger. William asker if she was sure, giving her a testy look. She told him exactly what she saw in the most convincing way possible. William drew in a breath, seeming to believe her. Markus was infuriated and stormed out of the room towards the main chamber, front doors. William followed asking him if he needed assistance but he said no, discarding his jacket at the front gates. Mickelle had followed, knowing what it meant when Markus dropped that jacket. He stormed out without another word to either of them. Mickelle heard Markus’ hybrid screech and the flap of his wings. She had to do all she could not to laugh and doing a victory dance.

William walked back to her, looking stern and a bit concerned for what he knew was going to happen. “What now?” She asked William, putting on her best worried look. “I don’t know.” He said. “Take me to her room and show me where you saw her headed.’ He said putting his hand on the base of her back. She led him there knowing that Ann would die and all would be wonderful again

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I lied in bed, still feeling Markus’ power consuming me. I thought about what would be next, when he returned. I knew he was different and a bit scary at times but the sweet notions he showed me through his power made me smile. I stared out the window letting this thought fill me. I felt almost drunk but my thoughts were soon broken as Mickelle busted in the room looking scared and distressed. She ran up to me, almost pulling me out of the bed.

“Ann, get up! Hurry, you have to escape. Markus fears your safety here and he wanted you to read this and do as it says!” She handed me a note. I was still naked but I became worried as I read the note.

Ann,

There are some problems here and I am afraid it is not safe for you to remain here for the time being. Take the escape latter down the balcony, go into the north forest and wait for me after you have gotten far from here. I will come for you at dawn when all is cleared and safe. They intruders will not follow you but if you stay they may try to get you here. You must hurry.

Markus

I looked at the Mickelle as I dressed in the white gown she gave me and as she hurried back in from the balcony. She coaxed me to the latter but I felt so confused at all of this. None of it made since, why would the death dealers come after a human. They a thought hit me. Markus once told me that I was food to the immortals. I felt scared as I hurried along side the brunette beside me. I then remembered what Markus told me about her. I looked at her, wondering.

“Are you sure? Markus told me to wait here, that I would be safe in my room.” I asked looking out at the dark forest in the bright night. She looked at me almost crying. She took me by the shoulders, tears in her eyes.

“I’m serious Ann. It’s about two hours from dawn. Markus wants you safe and its sure as hell not safe here. You have to hurry!” She said this with a look of truth in her eyes.

“Okay.” I said. “I’ll go that way,” pointing to the north. She nodded and helped me over the railing. She stopped me. “I’ll see you soon. Be careful!” She said, smiling with sincerity. I wiped away her tears, giving her a smile even past my worry and descended down the latter.

It was so cold and my long nightgown that happened to have only 2 inch straps on them weren’t helping a bit to keep me warm. I ran like I was told to and once I reached the forest I was already frozen. The sticks and rocks hurt my bare feet but I kept going until I could no longer see anything in either direction. I walked a little further, finding a small clearing, out of breath and freezing. I though this to be a good place to wait. I heard a loud screech and felt a gut wrenching fear, far worse than anything I had felt. Bats and large black birds were flying overhead. I stood in fear, clenching my note, looking around for something to come out in the bright night.
I then saw the creature. It flew out of nowhere with its large wings and grey, blue skin, landing almost gracefully about 10 yards from me. Retracting its wings and almost stalking up to me, I could feel this creature’s power about to give me a heart attack. It had a bat like face that was clearly not happy, extremely built, black eyes and long claws. The way it was built I assumed it was a man. He stood almost 7 foot tall and wore a pants set. As he walked closer to me, I almost fell back, trying to figure out a way to retreat but noticed something quite familiar. The belt was something I had seen earlier tonight. It was Markus and this was that secret power that he held within. I dropped the note as he looked at me in anger. His power was a lot stronger this way. He radiated it out in all directions and it made me sick and fear rose in me, wondering why he looked at me that way.

He said nothing as he stood about 3 feet from me. I called out, trying not to choke on my tears in fear. “Markus?” He stopped me short of my question with a blow to the side of my face, bringing a white light to my vision, taking my breath and knocking me to the ground. I hadn’t even seen him move his hand. I looked around, dazed at why he hit me like that. I was trying to gain my breath but the pain that was admitting from the side of my face made me cry so hard, it was silent. I couldn’t understand why Markus would do this to me but I knew I had to get away. I reached at my mouth and saw the blood pouring from it. I tried to run but Markus snatched me up by my hair sending a sharp pain down my neck. He turned me to his face, holding my head back by my hair, pressing me on him as my toes barely touched the ground. I reached at my mouth absently, almost questioning him. He grabbed me by the jaw, pressing into my pained face as the tears rolled down my face. The grip was harsh as he almost crushed my jaw in his hand.

As he spoke, I could see a mouth full of razor fangs. “You deliberately disobeyed me Ann. You broke our number one rule, not to run but you did. I have given you enough chances to redeem yourself but I’m through playing these games. You will pay the consequences, greatly, for your misdeeds!” He growled lowly.

I tried to explain but he let go of my face, raising a single finger, looking irritated. “I have heard enough of your lies.” His anger and power felt like liquid fire, coursing through me. He turned me around, letting my feet drop, forcing me to the ground, following me down still pulling my hair. He ran his free hand up my gown, between my legs and up the front of my panties, snatching them away quickly. I knew what was going on as I was held still on my hands and knees in the soft dirt. He let my hair go, pulling my gown around my waist, pulling me hard by my hips into him. I dug my fingers in the ground to keep him from pulling me but his strength was overwhelming. I cried in my pain and emotional turmoil as he spread my legs with one of his. I could hear him undressing behind me. I pulled all of my strength together and pushed my feet hard in the dirt to get away, while he was distracted with his cloths. My mind was clouded as I got away a little. He let out a screech in anger and as I worked to keep moving he was already behind me, grabbing me by the arm and threw me away into a near by tree.

My rips broke in the impact and I cried out in the pain, unable to move. No sooner than I had landed, Markus was between my legs. I pushed with my hands on his hips and chest to get him away. I pleaded, begging him as he dug his nails deep into the side of my hips, pulling me up to him.

“Markus, please, I can explain! Please stop, you’re hurting me!” I screamed past my pain. He pulled me into his lap, spreading my legs further over his and around his waist by pushing himself closer to me. I tried to push him back by his the upper part of his collar bone but he was too much. He leaned his face in close to my ear, whispering as I felt his member pressed gently at my opening. The tears ran down my face. “Well then, you should have thought of that before you ran.” He mocked me, slamming inside of me. My back hip broke in the impact of the tree and could feel myself ripping at his thrust. It took my breath away but I soon regained it, screaming in the pain, pushing my feet in the dirt in reaction and I dug my fingers into his skin, my nails penetrated his flesh. He didn’t move but just looked at me, clenching his jaw. I watched at how he smirked only to soon press his lips to mine, sucking the blood out of my mouth. My broken bones were sending sharp pains all through my body making me limp as I cried in his mouth. He started to thrust into me. I pulled back a bit and my anger rose making me slap him across the face in the last of my pleading strength. It was only enough to turn his face from mine. He soon regained his position, stopping his thrust. He looked at me with more anger, clenching his jaw as he pulled his claws from my hips making me cry out.

Markus, pushed my head against the tree by my neck, running his tongue in my mouth and with his right hand, ripped open the front of my gown. He made it clear that he had the upper hand. I managed to pull my face away. He looked at me, angered by my defiance. He ran his hands over my shoulders onto my shoulder blades only to dig his nails deep into my back and pulling down all the way to my hips, ripping the flesh and pulling my nightgown with it. I arched my back in the pain causing me to press my exposed chest to his, making my rips press into my lungs. I screamed at his horrid gesture and my pain. I had let go of his chest in my reaction and at his pulling. He pulled his nails out my hips and restrained my hands by the wrist with my dress. My hands were pinned behind my back with my dress and he thrust inside me, yet again. I was confused and hurt. I couldn’t look at him as he fucked me. I could hardly cry from the blood running into my lungs. I was hurt, he broke my heart in his actions more than anything and I hated him for this.

Each of his thrust grew stronger, pushing my broken hip into the tree and my broken flesh of my back was rubbing hard against the bark of the tree, causing it to burn horribly. I could feel myself bleeding from all my wounds as he continued. His body was right against mine and his thrusts weren’t shallow but deep, not pulling far out just to push harder in. My dress was ripping from his grip on it. It was cold and the only good thing of this was that him being this close, and the harsh tension kept me from freezing to death. I was drowning in my own blood, trying to breathe as I cried, making the task harder. He continued to push as he swelled inside of me. Each thrust grew stronger. He pulled the remainder of my dress away, exposing me completely. I put my hands on the sides of his waist, hoping in would make him stop as I cried. He placed his left hand on my shoulder blade, making me wince and snatched my hair and head a bit to the right, exposing my neck to him. He pulled me close, still pushing hard, and rubbed his lips on my skin and then sunk his fangs deep into my flesh. It felt like raisers and horrid streaks of lightening being pushed into my neck down into my shoulder. I dug my nails in his back, arching my own back a bit and dug my feet into the soft dirt. A loose stream of my blood ran down between the valley of my breast as he pulled draughts of blood from my broken body.

He spilled in me, burning my vaginal wound. I cried out meekly. I knew I was dying for each draught made me weaker. He let go of my hair and used that hand to pull me close by the back of my neck. I could no longer hold my head up. I let my head fall on his shoulder, closing my eyes still crying weakly. He slowed his pulling and then withdrew quickly. I felt as though we were sinking and I felt his beard on the side of my face, breathing deeply in my neck, while drops of my blood fell across the front of my chest. I was barely alive. I couldn’t understand why he let me live. The pain was too much. I felt he should have let me just die but he didn’t. He pulled me away a bit looking me in the face with his intense blue eyes, my blood on his chin down to his chest. He clenched his jaw at me, still angry. I wondered as he looked at me deeply.

“Markus.” I spoke weakly. I was numb from the cold as his blue eyes burned into me. “Where is the note?” He asked firmly but not crudely. I looked around, still confused. I was just so scared and in so much pain. “Over there” I pointed weakly, noticing the note in the dirt. He followed my gaze. “I’m cold” I said, letting my gaze fall to a dry leaf on the ground. Markus abandoned his gaze and pulled me close. It hurt so badly but his warmth was almost burning. He pulled me away from the tree, lying me down. I held on for dear life as he did this. The pain made me cry a bit but he hushed me quietly as he pulled from me slowly. I was starting to black out a bit and couldn’t hold to him any longer. I was going limp.

His look was intense as he pulled his cloths back on and grabbing the note with anger, reading it quickly. I didn’t understand but I watched him change into his creature form. He spread his wings and flew off. The one thing I feared the most. To be alone and to die and here I was, alone and dying in the freezing forest. A noise made me turn my head. I saw William. When he looked at me in his stern face he closed his eyes and gripped his jaw. He walked up to me, the doctor following him. He covered me with a blanket.

“Rest now.” The doctor said pulling his kit open quickly. “Dear god brother, what have you done?” William spoke as the doctor shot me up with drugs making me drowsy. I was falling asleep when he had put enough of that yellow stuff in me it could be my new existence. I couldn’t fight it off anymore as the William put bandages over my neck wound. I fell asleep just as the dawn was peaking in the forest.

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Markus walked with his brother down to the control room. They sat as William showed him the tapes of the outdoor cameras. “The death dealers retreated, but I still don’t understand why they came in the first place.” William spoke, clearly confused. Markus just sat there, filling with anger at the intrusion. He had been pulled away from his beauty for this. Suddenly Mickelle rushed in, frantic, telling them that Ann had escaped. The anger raised more in Markus as he thought of how Ann had taken her only chance from the death dealers appearance to escape. All her accounts with him, all the stories and promises were but lies to him now. Cast to the wind, along with his new found love for that human. He stood and walked to the entrance, determined to find the girl. He had wasted enough time on her, just for her to run. He discarded his jacket at the entrance. William offered his help but Markus declined, wanting to deal with Ann himself. He stepped out in the cold night, letting his anger change him into his hybrid form. His senses were stronger and he could smell Ann’s blood. Expanding his wings, he took flight to follow his senses and find her.

It didn’t take him long. He saw her in a white nightgown in a small clearing of the forest. He descended and walked to her. She just stood there. He could feel her fear as he grew even angrier with her betrayal. She had betaken by his appearance, unknowing what he was and then he soon saw as he stepped closer, she realized it was him. Time to teach Ann a lesson, he thought as he stood in front of her. She had dropped a piece of paper but that didn’t concern him at this moment. She spoke his name. Her voice, calling upon him, only infuriated him more. He loved her tears and the fear rose hard in her. He slapped her to the ground watching at how she cried silently, trying to get up and away. It excited him watching her like this, knowing he didn’t want to kill her just yet. He found it a mockery how she and him spent time with each other in the house he opened to her, finding it a mockery at how she had teased him. He snatched her up by her hair, seeing she was trying to get away, turning her in his grasp to face him. He pressed her tiny little form up against him, finding her lightness to be arousing as her little feet dangled. She reached at her mouth, crying. He watched her pain, enjoying how she suffered.

She tried to plead to him as he told her that she would be punished for her misdeeds but he silenced her. She obeyed him, looking at him with that pitiful look on her face. Her innocence effected his heart none as he turned her around, pulling her to the ground with him. He would teach her the meaning of playing on emotions, right here in her pretty little nightgown. He ran his left hand up her nightgown, feeling her warmth and engulfing himself in her innocence and feared aromas before snatching the tiny little panties away. Letting her hair go, he pulled her gown up around her hips, showing little to him and pulling her to him by her tiny little hips. He laughed inwardly at how she dug at the ground hoping it would save her. He pushed her legs apart further with one of his, as he worked to undress a bit, letting her almost free as she cried. She soon saw her chance and retreated from him. He hated that she even moved in her predicament. He would have been quick about this process but now she would have to suffer. He quickly undressed wanting to see her pain. He caught her before she could get more than a yard from him, grabbing her and throwing her into a near by tree. He could hear her ribs breaking in the impact as went to her quickly to take what was his. She screamed out in her pain. He loved hearing that tone in her sweet little voice that now carried far.

He pulled her into his lap, pushing his claws into her warm flesh. She pushed at him with her human weakness and her screams and pleading cries only aroused him more. He pushed himself closer to her as his member pressed gently into her warm opening. He silenced her, almost mocking her as he pushed himself hard into her. Her tightness gripped him but his thrust only ripped her, allowing him full access. Her hips broke in the impact making her cry out, digging her nails into his flesh. He fought in her pain and he found this task almost too easy. He smirked at her pain as her face pleaded with him, tears rolling down her cheeks. He pressed her lips, tasting her human blood. Her innocence and fear was clear but she had gone too far and as he tasted her, he allowed himself the pleasure of just feeling her warmth and wetness from her broken skin that pressed on his member so hard. He pushed into her, waiting long enough for this. She pulled her head away from him and in an act of defense, slapped him across the face. He stopped his thrust, feeling his anger rise over hers. He slammed her head back by the neck watching at how she winced and tasted her again, making sure she knew he would have what he wanted. She pulled her head away, pissing him off more. He knew she wouldn’t give in so easy and this was really getting annoying.

He ripped the front of her gown open, letting go of her neck as he ran his hands over her shoulders as he exposed her breast to him and then around her back. Running his nails deep into her flesh, he pulled her skin apart and her gown down with his actions, restraining her from anymore of her defiance. She arched her back, crying out, not noticing she tightened her legs around his waist making her vaginal canal press on him harder. He pushed into her once again, with urgency now. He loved the way her tiny but supple features pressed up against him when he pushed in her. He was swelling inside her; her gown was giving way and the blood in her mouth wasn’t enough. He discarded the gown quickly, showing her full nakedness in the high moonlight. He pulled her close and pulled her head aside wanting her life. He rubbed his lips along her neck, finding her pulse line and then soon sank his fangs deep in her soft flesh. Her blood rushed in his mouth like liquid gold, warm and so full of life. He took it greedily in draughts, hearing her cry, growing weak. Her taste and her sweetness made him spill in her. With her blood came her blood memories. He wanted to see it all and he saw everything, her hard life as a child, her husband, her dead son, all her pain, and then Mickelle. He slowed his draughts, focusing on this thought in particular. He saw how Mickelle was the reason of all this and how she conspired against Ann to make her run. He pulled away quickly before he killed her. The pain and guilt hit him hard as he returned to his human form, calculating all of this through his mind.

His Ann had been true to him and he just broke her in so many ways. He pulled her back a bit, seeing her gasping for air as she was drowning in the blood of her lungs but still she looked beautiful. She was holding on to the last bit of her life and he could see that she was ready to just give up and the look on her face broke his heart. The look almost asked for death but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bear to take her out of her misery and not be able to make an apology. She looked at him calling him softly, still scared that he would hurt her. He asked for the note and he followed her gaze to the paper she had held so closely. She told him she was cold. He quickly held her past her pain, disgusted at his anger now, calling upon his brother and the doctor to come quick. Laying her down, he prayed that she would live. He pulled from her slowly and dressed quickly. She looked at him, shaking in the cold and looking confused. He hated it and he knew his brother had to come quickly or she would die. He took the note from the ground reading its mocking words. She had held it close, cherishing it, thinking it true. Feeling William close, he changed and flew off. William asked him to wait to kill Mickelle. He wanted nothing more than to rip her throat out but he agreed, feeling that his brother knew what happened but when his brother questioned him, he gave him full mental details, feeling guilty. He told himself that he would avenge Ann as the Mansion grew closer in his flight. He wanted to confront that bitch as Ann’s pain coursed through him. He threw open the doors of his domain, just as the sun peaked through the forest.