#marcellusgerard

[josephislove]

- MARCELLUS GERARD - “This bite, all this... I know it didn't come from nowhere. This is the last note in a song that I started a century ago when I brought your dad to town. And for that, I am sorry.”

[aveenobennet-blog]

Aveeno’s Return 2

The air was stale in his quarters, I wanted to say bedroom, but I knew vampires never really held the desire to sleep. Also, I knew Marcellus, he hardly used a bed for sleeping. Books were sprawled around the room, he offered me a double rocks glass with brown liquor filled halfway. The Jack Daniels aroma closeting my nostrils. I lifted my hand in resistment.

“A Bennet witch that doesn’t drink. I’ll be damned.”

“Oh shut up, Marcellus. I actually don’t drink in the day time, not that you could tell the difference.” I let go in a sharp remark, he repaid me with a coy smile before flashing in front of my face. His glared turned flirtatious and I knew where his mind was traveling. I lifted my eyebrow- slipping onto his crimson red comforter.

“I have my guys all around, you will have to be extremely quiet.” He growled into my ear. I could feel his member growing slightly under his denim pants.

“None of them know yet?”

“Know what, Aveeno?”

“That you are not straight. Marcellus, you’re still-” He gripped my neck abruptly, I could feel the breath escape from my chest with his clasp, he was suffocating me. I repelled my power, calling forth the magic of the city, casting my energy upon him. Marcellus backed in shrieking pain, reaching towards his head.

"You know I love it when you play dirty." He straightened his dusty brown jacket. "I apologize for getting rough with you. I got a lot on my plate, I don't need more problems with you."

"So I hear. No need to snap my neck off."

"I said I was sorry," he inched closer to me, his smile slowly returning. "So, tell me-" he murmured in my ear. "What brings you back to New Orleans?" I ignored our almost argument, pretending to be interested in one of the books.

"There are whispers, Marcellus." I moved from his grace, falling away from his grasp. "The spirits are communicating with these ancestors of New Orleans, that never happens on occasion."

"You telling me they don't have weekly tea parties?"

"I'm not joking, Marcellus. Someone is hemorrhaging magic from everywhere, and it's causing the other side to shake." My voice came out harshly. "Something is bound to happen within the air soon, something big." His gaze moved from the floor to my eyes, he moved closer.

"Have you seen anything? Tell me everything."

“Are you willing to tell me everything?”