Post by Wit on Mar 29, 2014 12:20:54 GMT -8
In a brief moment futures flashed before him as Marcus again felt the efforts to push him not only in his mind, but being heightened by the pushing he was getting verbally and physically. In each, time passed in a flash, but where each ended up in very different places.
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The first, life fast forwarded until he was leaving the house, he was more than a bit disheveled. His shirt still slightly stained a faint reddish hue. In a very inelegant way he mostly fell into the back of the car as the driver shut the door. “Home… the longer way. Was all Marcus said. As they drove he relived the moments prior. Most were good, until the force that rose inside him tried to take it all away. He had held it back long enough though. Thinking back, he could feel the warmth, the desire, and more that was in his mind, she had been so close, so willing and open.
Now he wanted to go back, to have more. But the darker side of him had already been pushing hard, giving it opportunity now seemed to grand a risk. And his hunger… it was crushing him. “That corner up the way, stop, we will be taking on a passenger.”
Hopefully this wouldn’t spoil any of his relationships and plans. There was a lot that he was working on, and to have given in for a moment, to put that at risk is not what he was hoping out of that meeting. He would need more… no he wanted more out of that, he felt the craving already starting. Marcus knew it was multiple things pushing him that way, but giving in felt so good at times.
Marcus was tired of feeling the thing within him tearing at him. It wanted out, and it was closer then he would like. For now he had it in a cage, but he knew it was straining against those restrictions. She had offered him help, but so had a number of others, making it hard to decide just which way to go. Back to her? Maybe back to the club, talking to another might help. Pulling out his phone, he loaded up some images, and they calmed and awakened his mind. It was a stronger pull he felt looking down. It both calmed and awoke him at the same time.
The car pulled over, and Marcus rolled down the window, selecting who it would be that would fill his need for a time… before the needs rose again.
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Suddenly everything changed, He was back still a guest of her house. But things had changed greatly. He felt the power surging through him, the powers of the blood. It surged, breaking parts of him, more parts of the cage that helped hold him together. Shards of jade flying everywhere in his mind. Marcus looked around the room, trying to get his bearings. This was not what he remembered from a moment ago, or was it a moment from now? Or was that… something else altogether.
The room looked similar, but he was alone. Alone with the screaming roars of the beast all around him. Beast was not hardly the word for it, beasts rather. It They were everywhere, oppressive about him and at the same time tearing him from within. Marcus could feel himself crumbling.
Looking down he saw dark powder lingered. Ash strewn about him, memories of himself imposing on who that ash once was. Even with all the chaos he couldn't help but smile, to react physically as he ran his hands through it. So empowering, as he had taken her, as fully as she had asked, if not as fully as perhaps she intended.
The resolve had first started to crumble when she had asked her to feed from her. And the collapse had started when her blood had first been across his tongue. The power and strength. It was a crazed feeling, as control was lost, and joys embraced. It had been social, it had been sexual, and then it had been more.
Some part of him screamed about it, another wished it could do this again. It was so wonderful, taking her so completely. And now, ….
“The hell… now, what now? How do I explain this. “
Roaring laughter filled his ears. As he realized he wasn't really talking, or moving. No, now he was a voice in the head, that way everything else was all around him. He was in the cage, made of the shrapnel of the other. He was trapped in a room of the mind. How could he plan, how could he recover when what his mind wanted was to consume, to feed, to gain power and grow… it was all his, all its.
Marcus watched as the view changed, his body leaned down, slowly licking at the dust and ash. It was as though the dark thing were reliving the nights pleasures, on what was left of her… Leaving the Marcus that was trapped but to scream, and rail against it all… as it would forever….
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And then, he was looking down into her eyes once more, as his hand held her throat. The other was connected to her elsewhere. His body tensed as he came back to what seemed to be the now, if it was not just another place in his mind. Her eyes were filled with desire though, even if her reactions were still restrained.
His own eyes flashed between a number of things. Hunger, desire, violence, nervousness, all echoed in his eyes. They were cold and stony, at the same time they were full of lust and heat.
“What am I to do, to do with you?”..... And in that moment he didnt know what the future would bring.