Bow Your Head

Marcus Claudius Glaber| Alpha| 2000+ I am the alpha. Second only to the vampire king, Gerard. Do not try my patience, I can assure you that I have none. Master of Saibon Greenfield//Elizabeth Evermore {RP Blog}

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

I'm in the mood for something,

[hannah-moss]

M-me?

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

If you're going to speak out of turn, at least attempt to make your words something of value. Otherwise, keep them to yourself.

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

I'm in the mood for something,

[blood-tiesx]

"Then you should move on to another slave. Best not to reward bad behavior." Her eyes cut to the guard who moved closer to unlock the cell before looking back to the Alpha, "If you try, I am going to bite it off.”

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

"I only give out rewards to my pack and treats to my pets. You lot in here only serve as a distraction for me." Marcus entered her cell, headed straight for the blonde wolf. "We both know that that won't happen, love. Now you're just tiring out that pretty little mouth of yours." Without waiting for a response, Marcus shifted his body, striking the back of her knees with one well aimed kick. "But lets say you do succeed," he continued, circling around the girl with slow, measured steps. His hands clasped behind his back, "I'd fuck your cunt and your mouth with a silver dildo everyday until it grew back. Probably longer."

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

I'm in the mood for something,

[theunbreakableslave-deactivated]

Vomit coated mouth. Just when I think you can’t disgust me anymore.

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

So long as I have you choking on my cock again, Eva. I don't really care. Or perhaps I'm in the mood for a show today.

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

I'm in the mood for something,

[blood-tiesx]

"Ha. No, thank you."

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

"It wasn't a request." Lifts his hand to signal the closest guard, "I'm beginning to think you enjoy the pain, omega. Or maybe it's the attention."

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

I'm in the mood for something,

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

No. 

[mistress-lauren-knight]

*Nods* Just checking.

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

[Marcus returns his attention to the female slave on her knees, as if the vampire at his side had never spoken]

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

I'm in the mood for something,

[comedicwerewolf-deactivated2014]

Why Marcus, you old hound dog. I didn’t realize you were such a smooth talker.

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

I have my moments, though not as few and far between as yours. Had any tantrums lately, Michael, or have you finally managed to reign your feelings in?

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

I'm in the mood for something,

[mistress-lauren-knight]

Are you talking to me?

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

No. 

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

[theblondeavenue]

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

I'm in the mood for something,

[marshallstilinski]

[theunbreakableslave-deactivated]

Eva hid her disgust at his touch. Something about Marcus reminded her too much of Phillip. They didn’t look anything alike, per say, but their twisted-ness, the evil that came off them, it was eerily similar. She found herself comparing the two of them in many ways when the Alpha came by for a visit. Though, she never could come to a deciding factor of just which of them she hated more. At least with Phillip it’d only been tree years. Marcus had toyed with her for over ten. She didn’t believe his mind games would ever stop. And if he made good on his promise to box her up during the moons…

As his thickened member pushed passed her lips, the wolf closed her eyes to avoid meeting his gaze. She tried to put herself into autopilot, her tongue running along the bottom of his length, lapping at his balls ever so slightly as they come into reach. Playing the role of the good slave during a sexual encounter was as good a chance as any at getting on Marcus’s good side, she decided, breathing through her nose as she sank her mouth onto him all the more, feeling the tip of his cock brushing against the back of her throat. She moaned just enough to send a light vibration up into his base.

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

Omega’s always thought it in their power to hide things from him, but there was very little Marcus missed anymore. He could smell every change in emotion immediately, each giving off its own distinct aroma. It had almost become second nature to him now; he just often chose to ignore them. Eva’s disgust would ensure that she would be efficient in her endeavor, each moan, every motion to ensure that Marcus left her cell sooner rather than later. That fact tempted him to draw out his visit. It was the same with Saibon, really. The more time she attempted to spend away from him, the shorter he made her leash. It was all a mind game to him, really. Cheap entertainment like one of those Reality TV shows humans loved so much, a momentary distraction to the bigger issues plaguing his mind.

Her pink lips formed a wide “O” as she took in his girth. Her jaw widened with the practiced ease of a slave who was well practiced in performing this task. Her tongue massaging his shaft with an expertise rarely found in those fresh off the boat. Marcus growled deeply, one that started deep in his belly and rumbled up his chest and out of his throat. The heat coming off her mouth almost an exact match of his own, lupine temperatures. Her mouth melded around his rod, the vibrations at the back of her throat coaxing him to grow bigger still. He felt himself sliding further back into her throat until he hit a wall of muscles. With a wicked grin curling his lips, Marcus grabbed two handful of blonde locks and forced her to take him in further still, until her lips just grazed his balls.

[keirakknightley]

"I’m trying to stop focusing on my flaws and appreciate what I love about my body"

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

[erikaportman]

The Hunt [ Erika & Marcus ]

[erikaportman]

Who knew vampires traveled in packs? She had already dispatched her fair share, if this kept up she would never find that little witch. She growled and chose to ignore the one on her heels. Her lips were moving in a spell. She was ready for the feel of the vampire if it got to close. She knew better than to let anyone else bite her. Gerard would have her head, or just lock her in his basement and slowly bleed her out over a century or two. She shuddered at the idea. She enjoyed what little freedom she actually had.

She must have been in her own head, feeling out for the undead and dead that roamed that she missed the approach of her favorite werewolf. She growled herself as he told her that she needed to thank him. “Thank you for what? I was perfectly fine.” She forced herself not to glare at him, knowing he could rip her throat out if he wished it, though that probably would never happen. Though she chose to ignore his statement about cleaning up her messes. She couldn’t help that he was a necromancer on an island full of Vampires. She could have told both Gerard and Marcus it was a bad idea, but no one listened to the woman in charge of the magic users.  After all they knew better than she did, you know the woman who had magic thrumming through every fiber of her being knew nothing compared to a vampire and wolf.

Her fingers went back to her skirts as she lifted them only slightly so she could quicken her step away from the converging vampires. “Tell me you picked up his scent.. because that would make my job infinitely easier.”

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

Marcus couldn't remember if Erika had always been that arrogant or if it was a trait she'd acquired over time. That and stupidity. As powerful as she was, roaming around the streets like a walking vampire dinner bell, it'd only be a matter of time before she drew every single one from the hole they'd hid themselves in. Or maybe it was because she was a woman, they had the tendency to make things infinitely more difficult. They did things with too much emotion and to many feelings. The alpha had left his younger wolves with strict instructions, whether they followed them or not was up to them. And yet here Erika was, searching for one single witch like a damn needle in a haystack. On her own.

Marcus sucked his teeth, a sound of pure irritation. "Next time you're fine, I'll just let them take you. On account of your inability to express gratitude. Your next mess?" He shook his head, following his noise in the direction he had been going long before she'd interrupted him, "Perhaps I should tell Gerard that the witches would prefer to handle their own mistakes." A false statement the witch probably wouldn't have needed a wolf's sense to know was a lie. Anyone within their inner circle knew that Marcus would jump if Gerard told him to; his devotion for the leach ran that deep.

So prim and proper as she walked, so painfully human regardless of her age. Marcus was the opposite, his movements anything but human. He walked in front of the twosome, swatting aside the dead as if they were no more than annoying gnats instead of the blood thirsty horde that they were. "I've picked up something," he murmured in response to her question. Truth was, Felix seemed to be leaking magic everywhere. For a moment, Marcus'd assumed he was moving or being moved by something. Or maybe someone's were attempting to hide him and themselves in return. No matter, Marcus still followed his nose regardless of how confused his senses were. "You positive all your witches are in hiding, love? Or have they already found your little whelp and attempting to protect him from..." He motioned towards the should-be dead.

[erikaportman]

The Hunt [ Erika & Marcus ]

Erika couldn’t take it anymore, the stilfing aura of the room or was it because of the smell of wolves and arousal. She had only been in there hours and it felt like eternity. She was safe of course, her coven kept all those who would have approached their leader at bay, but all she was doing was pacing. Why was it her wayward witchlings were always at the root of the problem?

If the last faux pas hadn’t already tainted her reputation this certainly would, she was sure that Gerard would never let her hear the end of it. She hissed between her teeth and slammed her hands onto her makeshift desk. Vials and bowls rattled. Those closest to her saw their leader’s minor outburst. She looked up at the wall and closed her eyes trying to feel out Felix. He couldn’t be far; the Island could not be that big. She hissed as she felt her magic blocked and stifled. It was the reason they were locked in this room, she knew it.

Finally she grabbed a few pouches and threw them into a bag she slung over her shoulder. “I can’t take it anymore.”

The stunned looks from those around her made her eyes flash gold as she moved her hand up, forcing those before her path to take a few steps back giving her room. “Continue working.” She didn’t even look to whatever witch she stood beside, but her voice held no mercy for those who would deny her request. She wanted to get them out of this room. Cut off from nature and forced to be around these heathens would do nothing but weaken them as a whole. She made her way towards that heavily guarded door and she glared at those who blocked her path.

“Move or I will make you move.”

If there was hesitation she didn’t see it, she was one of the very few allowed to leave and soon she felt the blast of fresh air hit her face as she moved out of the safe haven into the great unknown that was now their home.

She knew she had no driver now and that she would be on her own, Gerard and Marcus would not condone this behavior from her, nor would they protect her. Though she had no true fear from the vampires that roamed the island, the one she should worry about was still in control of himself as long as she didn’t cut herself open in front of him at least.

“Damn you Felix.. where are you hiding.” She needed to get back to her part of the island, and track down that silly boy before he caused any more havoc.

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

Marcus waded deep into a mob of death, moving among them to fast for them to take much notice to. The smell of death and decay was overwhelming, making it almost impossible to smell anything but the shambling sacks of putrefaction. Even behind Gerard's walls, cushioned between slave or two he'd smelled them coming. Their stench cut through the comforting perfume of lust and magic like a knife.

But before them came a blast of magic unlike anything Marcus'd felt in centuries. Stronger than the last debacle that had the island's population down a sense or two. Like a spice on the wind, Felix's power pushed through walls and people alike, flowed from the slim frame of a young boy and into the ground

It could only have been Felix. Marcus himself had had the opportunity to glimpse his power and how well it worked. He knew the taste of it, just a hint of darkness that bordered on the edge of evil. He also knew that the boy was nowhere near as controlled as he should've been. 

Erika was supposed to be working with him on it. Dumb, arrogant, little witch. Too powerful for his own good.

A group of the dead had converged in a group, knelt over a wiggling, screaming body. A human citizen. Marcus almost felt bad for the poor thing. Almost. Being ripped apart, your insides pulled out and devoured before your eyes; it was a horrible way to go.

The phone in his pocket buzzed to life. A text message:

That witch bitch left. Your hunters being harassed. I laughed. Halloween Sucks. 

XOXO Chasity.

Marcus sighed, "Fucking witches."

He found Erika not too far away, a vampire hot on her ass. Marcus caught him, fangs inches away from her throat. The smallest twitch of his fingers crushed the slender column of his neck. "A thank you would be very appreciated," Marcus grumbled, tossing the lifeless body aside as if it were a soiled handkerchief. "You and your messes, witch. How often must I be forced to clean them up?"