Chapter 67: _The Beauty Of Death

Chapter 67: _The Beauty Of Death (Warning: Disturbing scene and gore ahead!) Marcellus POV ***** As he waited for Cullen to come back into the house with the pack doctor’s wife, he made himself comfortable by sitting on a couch, crossing one leg on top of the other. He tilted his head, watching as the pack doctor, now a whimpering abomination, twitched occasionally on the floor, blood oozing out from his mouth and the obvious gash on his stomach. "Ugh. And now you’re bleeding all over my floor." Marcellus said with a roll of his eyes before he snapped his fingers. That caused a bottle of vodka from the dining table to levitate and then float to him, as well as a glass. He poured himself a drink, ignoring the pained whimpers of the man on his floor. "You poor thing..." Marcellus remarked, clicking his tongue before he shook his head. "I... Can’t relate to the pain you’re feeling. But if it makes you feel any better, I don’t plan on giving your wife a slow death. And I’m only doing this because it adds some fun to the killing." He decided to stand up, taking a sip from the drink in his hand before he continued. "I mean, I honestly don’t care though. I could kill you now and put you out of your misery. But I don’t know how to explain it... I’ve always felt emotions differently. Sometimes I question if I have emotions at all." He squatted to the level of the pack doctor who groaned weakly as his blood oozed out of him like a pool. Marcellus tilted his head, squinting his eyes before sighing. "What I do know is that I’m good at faking. Like... Really good at faking stuff. I’ve tried so many things to seek some sliver of joy or sadness or anything at all. However, the only thing I think I can feel is the thrill..." He paused, stretching his hand forward and caressing the bloody fur of his victim. His eyes were cold and distant as if he were observing a log of wood rather than a person close to death’s door. He didn’t usually talk to his victims but recently, he’s been admittedly getting worked up. And it was all thanks to Odessa and his desire to crack whatever secrets she held. "... The thrill and excitement that comes from having control over another life. Watching them bleed in your arms." Marcellus completed his earlier statement with a sigh before he added with a teasing tone. "Maybe I’m a psychopath. Or is the appropriate term a sociopath? I don’t know." Suddenly, the front door swung open and Cullen barged in, dragging a woman in her twenties alongside him. The woman’s long brown hair was rough, showing that she had tried to make some kind of struggle against Cullen but he had obviously prevailed. "Ah, she’s finally here," Marcellus said with a grin, stretching his arms in a welcoming way. "Perfect timing. I was getting bored." Cullen scoffed before he flung the woman into the room, causing her to land on the marble floor with a grunt. She panted heavily, raising her head to glare at Cullen who walked past her, unbothered. "Gentle, Cullen," Marcellus said calmly, his arms behind his back as he walked slowly toward the woman. It was at that moment that the woman’s gaze went to the person lying on the floor beside her. Her eyes widened in shock at first but that shock soon turned to recognition and then horror under the span of a few seconds. She quickly sat up, crawling up to her husband as she screamed. "Abel?! Abel! Oh my goddess, what happened to you?" Marcellus watched their interaction with genuine curiosity; his eyes dimmed and cold. He’ll never get people and these sappy emotions they show... "You aren’t even showing any signs of fear for your own life," Marcellus said with a snigger, walking up to the couple. To his surprise and amusement, the wife placed herself in front of her husband, glaring up at Marcellus with desperation in her eyes. "No! Stay away from him. Y– You’re a monster! We... We saw you as a kind... A kind..." She stuttered but couldn’t even complete that last statement, seeming like she was about to shift into her wolf any second instead. But Marcellus clicked his tongue before shaking his head. "I wouldn’t advise on you shifting, love. It’s not worth it. Your fates have been sealed and honestly... I’ve lost interest in drawing this out any longer." He stretched his hand forward and used his magic on the woman, placing a pressuring telekinetic force on her. He then gestured toward himself, causing her to levitate to him before stopping a few inches away from him. He could almost smell the fear coming off her, causing him to sigh with satisfaction at how exhilarating it was. "There it is... Sweet, sweet fear." He said with a satisfied sigh, his eyes glinting with a predatory light. His gaze scanned the body of the woman, going from her neck to her breasts which were peeking out of her dress. He felt an odd sense of arousal that he could’ve sworn he hadn’t felt in ages. Not until he met... Odessa. ’Why does everything keep leading to her?’ he asked himself mentally with a sigh, before fixing his attention on the woman in front of him. "Tonight is your lucky night. I’m horny and heard about your husband’s little... Erection problems." Marcellus chuckled, winking at the woman. "Don’t worry. I’ll give you the grace of bringing all your sexual desires to life before draining you of your life force." Her husband, who groveled behind her, stretched his hands forward, groaning in rebuttal. But it was futile. Meanwhile, the woman’s face paled before her eyes blazed with anger and disgust. She spat on Marcellus, causing Cullen, who stood behind him, to chuckle. "Looks like we’ve got a feisty one." His assistant remarked with a fascinated tone. As for Marcellus, he wasn’t triggered by the woman’s actions and used his fingers to clean off the saliva on his face. "Let’s make things interesting." He said with a cold tone before snapping his fingers. "Cullen, kill the doctor and drain him while his wife watches." Instantly, Cullen rushed to the pack doctor with his claws out and grabbed him by the neck before raising him into the air, a sadistic smirk on his face. The pack doctor’s bloody intestines dangled out of his stomach, and his limbs, now twisted because of his unnatural transformation, moved around weakly, but he couldn’t put up a fight. "No! Let him go!" His wife squealed but it was no use as Marcellus grabbed her head while she was under the influence of his levitation spell and made her watch as Cullen tore him apart. Limb by limb, skin by skin, tissue by tissue, with blood and organs splattering around like rain and the pack doctor screaming in pure agony at the top of his lungs until his lungs were ripped out as well. Marcellus’ expression was plain as he watched the gore, though a slight smirk curled up the corner of his lips the more he watched his assistant draining the victim’s life force with each slash of his claw. Throughout all this, the wife pleaded and wailed until her voice cracked for mercy but Marcellus barely paid her any attention. He was too busy admiring the sight before him. The beauty of death...