The Reaver Chronicles: Raphael (Book 2)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

(77 years earlier)

"Aren't you a pretty little thing." I purred, as I admired the glitter shining from the infinity symbol standing vertically, my newly administered mark, upon the side of this woman's face. I wasn't even sure of her name, but I didn't care.

She was petite. Had to be about 5 foot 4 inches. Blonde hair, short in a bob cut. Her eyes were deep blue, and her skin tanned. She was a Wolf, I could hear her Wolf's internal dialogue which made it that much easier to know what she wanted. I preferred Wolves, they were easier to mark and more obedient.

"She will do... For the next few weeks at least." I smirked to Axel. I had marked a plethora of women, but never completed the mating ritual making the mark permanent. It's too much fun to just play.

I had never found a woman who really piqued my interest anyways. Plus, I was busy, always busy running these covens. I had 19 covens under myself, and their Priests were always so needy.

That and trying to keep order in the underworld, who had time for a mate around here? Most of us Reavers were like this. All work, no play. I had to run anyway, we had a coven meeting in 10 minutes and I wouldn't want to be late to my own meeting.

"Honey, why don't you make yourself at home. I'll be back later." I purred to my new plaything. "Anything for you." She purred back and seated herself on my silver and black bed.

How easily swayed by the mark these playthings were. It was almost sickening really, but I was sure she would be there when I returned. They always were.

I materialized at the head of the table. I had 19 other High Priests around the table patiently awaiting my arrival. "Order." I spat. Instantly everyone went eerily silent. Enough so that you could hear a pin drop.

I was, as you could say, respected, by the Priests of each coven, along with their coven members. I made visits to each coven regularly to ensure things were going well.

Upon my arrival people stopped and stood at attention. My presence commanded it, I suppose, as I had never asked them to, they just did it. I've never stopped them either. What's the fun in that?

"First point of business, where are we at with the Necromancers?" I asked. The Necromancers were the biggest issue we had right now. We were in the middle of trying to make an alliance with them as they were one of the only creatures that could threaten our existence.

Not that they could kill us of course, but their unlimited abilities to raise the dead and raise an army of the dead, were intimidating to say the least. Something we could definitely use if we ever needed to.

They were scavenging our dead on our lands and I didn't like that much anyways, which is why this entire thing even started. One of my High Priests, Jerome his name was, spoke up.

"We have been in treaty talks with them for the past month. They are reluctant to agree to our terms, continually reassessing the deal and changing things. We will continue working on them." Then he sat back down.

"What is it they are asking for now, Jerome?" I asked. "Sir, they want the bodies of our dead, and those of anyone we kill." He said. My face hardened. "They can have the bodies of those we kill, but not of our own kind. That is my final offer. Take that to them, and report back when you know more." I snapped. "Yes sir." He said, and he materialized out of the room.

"Next line of business, how is training going? Have we incorporated the new curriculum for our newly turned yet?" I asked.

This went on for about an hour. Just us going on over the main details, making sure all the coven Priests had the correct information to pass down the line to their covens, and that we were all on the same page.

Speaking about any threat, which was unlikely anyways, but having a plan to neutralize it if it were to happen is always a good idea.

"Same time two weeks from now, you know the drill." I spat and they all materialized away leaving me in an empty room to mull over my thoughts. My thoughts however kept going back to my plaything, guess my work was done, time to play.

I materialized back to my home, and my plaything was exactly as I had left her. Of course she was, no one can resist the marks pull. She would slit her own throat if I had asked her to. Trust me, I've asked before... It was a rather gory outcome.

Axel Snickered in my mind reminding me of our last plaything. She was a Vampire. I didn't pay much attention to her looks although she was beautiful. I couldn't describe her to you besides her long raven black hair. That was about all I remembered.

Poor darling... She pushed too hard and kept trying to complete the mating process. This was something I wasn't about to do, especially with her. "Take your own life." I spat to her.

"Yes Raphael." She said, and with tears in her eyes she shoved her hand into her chest and ripped her own heart out. I chuckled as she fell to the floor. Well that was creative. I thought. I knew it was harsh, but I didn't care.

These women, they just don't appease me. I snapped back to reality and realized that my plaything was, in fact, still waiting. I closed the distance between us and smashed my lips into hers. This kiss was hungry and fueled with anger. I was trying so hard to feel something, anything. Besides the reactions from the mark, which I was rather used to, I felt nothing for her.

From the reaction her Wolf had, I could tell she definitely felt the marks pull. They always did. I pulled away and looked into her deep blue eyes. "Why don't I feel anything for you?" I asked her.

She stayed silent, she had no answer. I didn't have an answer either. "Get on your knees." I commanded. She immediately dropped down as I undid my belt. I could see the desire and want in her eyes. She definitely wanted this. Maybe if she was good enough, I wouldn't kill her. I thought, as I pulled out my cock and she took it into her mouth.

Once the mark fades the feelings that were fabricated will fade with it. But if, however, there are real feelings there, they will remain. I never had real feelings, of course... But once in a while one of them would. It never ended well though. I wasn't about to claim someone forever if I didn't truly love her.

My plaything pushed me down onto the bed to get a better angle. I could tell she was struggling with my girth. "Relax." I purred to her. "Just open your throat, and go slow." I whispered softly. She obeyed instantly and I growled under my breath as she took in almost all of my length. "Much better." I said.

I grabbed the back of her head pushing her down further now that she was able to take my length, or most of it. My soft moans seem to fuel her but I knew that was because of the mark.

Any sound I make, even just my voice, sends chills raging through her body. My touch was even more electrifying to someone who was marked. I lightly ran my finger along her temple tracing the infinity mark on her face. She went harder and faster as expected, which is what I needed.

"Just like that." I moaned. Just as I was about to come, I pulled out of her mouth and held her head there while I came all over her face. The orgasm was great, sure. But that's literally all it was... An orgasm. Nothing more.

"Get yourself cleaned up." I snapped. She smiled at me, and ran to the bathroom trying not to get any on the floor on her way there. "At least she's considerate of my floors." I said to Axel. He burst out laughing. He was definitely just as fucked up as I was. "God, we need a hobby." He snorted.

I was just getting my pants back up and zipped when she came back in. Her face had no trace of me on it. "Good girl." I purred, and took her in my arms. "I love you, Raphael." She purred. I looked down at her. "I'm sure you do, darling. I'm sure you do." I said back.

We climbed into bed after that, and I snapped to produce a book. I leaned back and read for a few hours, while my plaything fell asleep soundly against my chest.

I looked down at her, trying so hard to feel anything. But I felt nothing, just like I always did...