Mark, before he was changed, had never had any problems with control. He wanted something, then he had it, even as a human. But, since his deal with Lucifer, that had gone out the window. He felt stronger, but his powers were unpredictable; he could try to do something with all his might, but it wouldn't happen, or he could do something, draw desire from someone, without even meaning to. Of course, Mark thought it was Lucifer that had done that; made him lose that which he had always treasured most, and his lack of control made him take more girls, despite his knowledge of the fact that they were damned and dead for taking him; it made the sex better, and made his orgasm greater. It made him feel more real.
So he was surprised when he tried to apply his powers to what Gabrielle called "The Stain"- the serpent woman masquerading as a human- not only did they work, they went too far; her hands, elbows, mouth, neck, tail; anything that had any potential to move couldn't. He could even feel up and down her body; the mottled, warm feel of her scales, as they crossed over into her skin; the depths of her body, mentally aware even if he had to physically stop himself from being bodily so.
"She is bound," Gabrielle said, her blonde hair clean over one shoulder. Mark had told the others about her, about how she was the first Grigorii on earth. Michelle hadn't cared, but Cassie had recognised her the instant she saw her; Gabrielle called her Sameel, until Cassie corrected her. They had spent much time together, and Mark couldn't help but idly feel a little jealous.
"Who wants to go first?" Michelle said, flexing her wrists. She had been impatient to get underway, but Gabrielle had been a bit wary of letting Michelle anywhere near her.
If Mark was as he was before, he would be amused at the dynamics of his little group; Michelle, as a prodigy and a loner; Cassie and Gabrielle as student and teacher, and as a miniature girls club. Michelle felt almost left out, and she was- frankly- a bit angry about it. She channelled her anger into building the prison; a completely soundproof, sealed chamber, with as many wards protecting it as Gabrielle could provide and Michelle could create.
Michelle was also on the outer because she was becoming somewhat introspective. The difference between her strengths and their potential for improvement was startling; she was constantly discovering new ways to affect nature. She had created the prison with her mind, just by using the natural currents of the world.
Mark, however, felt almost always hollow. His mission existed still, but if he let himself feel at all he would give in to the rage and lust and hate; the hunger. He stared at Jezebel with his blood red eyes unblinking.
Jezebel shivered.
Gabrielle turned to Michelle. "I would urge caution, but I think it's somewhat unnecessary. Go."
Mark felt Michelle's rage swell briefly, and contemplated in a detached way how angry she was now, since he came back. He liked it; it attracted him.
Michelle walked into the room, sealing it shut behind her as she moved. The red in her hair was vibrant, blazing out as it caught the artificial light. Her skin was if anything more flawless than before, and her frame was utterly heavenly.
But her posture was that of a predator, her every movement dangerous, fraught with her emotion. Her eyes glowed, and her lips curved into a smile as she surveyed the snakewoman.
