1x1 Vampire and Slave Rp

[Paintedsky]

"I hope you know what you're doing," Lorel's father said to her quietly as people began to filter out of the hall.


"What's best for us, father," Lorel answered, as she had been raised to, bowing her head. Her father smiled and gripped her shoulder, giving her an affectionate shake.


"You always do," he said. "Now, go get ready. You know what you must do on a blood slave's first night."


Nodding, Lorel bowed and dismissed herself, hurrying off from the straggles of vampires to climb the steps to her room, taking them two at a time. If she had a heartbeat, no doubt it would be going double time. Alone as she climbed the steps, she allowed herself one short victorious grin before she wiped it from her face, slowing her pace and ascending with the ladylike manner she'd been taught. Still. Tonight was going to be... interesting.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony sighed as he changed into a clean white shirt and black trousers. He left the boots, having never really worn shoes and was now used to walking around without them. He gave his hair a quick wash in a sink, seeing as it was flecked with vampire blood, and spiked it up. It dried quickly, and by the time the guard led him to the daughters door it was dry.


The guard knocked on the door, holding Tony by the upper arm for some reason. It wasn't as if he'd run now, not with his rebels life at stake

 

[Paintedsky]

Running her hands through her hair, pulling it out of the tight hairstyle her mother had implemented, Lorel looked around her room. It was neat thanks to the servants they employed, yet she felt the panicked feeling that something was wrong with it.


Calm down you idiot, she muttered to herself mentally. This is a human we're talking about. It doesn't matter.


Exhaling, she smoothed down her dress just as there was a knock at the door. She walked to it calmly, and opened it with a demure smile on her face. "Thank you, Laurence," she said to the guard with a nod of her head. Her eyes then turned to the human leader, and she said as coolly as she could, as she held the door open for him, "Come in."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

The guard looked warily between them, as if not wanting to leave the two alone, seeing as this was the leader of the rebels. He sighed, and bowed to Lorel, before leaving.


Tony nodded to her and wandered in carefully, eyeing her as if she would jump him. He stood still, then sighed, "Thank you..." He mumbled, easily slipping back into his natural personality

 

[Paintedsky]

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the guard and his protectiveness, Lorel closed the door after him, letting out a low sigh of relief. The strangest part was still to come, yet now they were past the threshold of no return.


“I wouldn’t,” Lorel said quietly. “Thank me, I mean. Your friends got off far more lightly than you did.”


She didn’t want to admit it, but to some degree she was nervous. It wasn’t like she hadn’t done this a million times before; feeding of humans was how her kind survived. She’d never had a steady feed before though, and all of a sudden approaching the matter was terrifying. Perhaps it was just because it was this human, one so prone to verbal outbursts and impassioned speaking. People trying to murder her she could handle, she’d been trained for that. Humans and their speeches, less so.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony shrugged at her, "At least they're alive. I don't care about myself, never have" he muttered softly, tensed as he wondered what would happen next. He'd heard rumours of some things, but a few seemed too....made up, to sound correct. He looked up at her with his rather freaky golden eyes, which gleamed in a certain light. She seemed gentle for a vampire, and that put Tony off his track. He didn't know how to handle gentle people, let alone Vamps.

 

[Paintedsky]

Listening to his words in silence, Lorel crossed the room and drew the curtains across the windows, at least allowing the illusion of privacy. “No wonder you got yourself into a situation like this, what with an attitude like that,” she said quietly. It was the exact opposite of the philosophy she’d been raised on; protect yourself, protect your own. Everyone else is a stepping stone. She didn’t quite know how she felt about having something so different said by someone who so clearly meant it.


“Have you ever been fed from before?” She asked, turning round to face him, trying to remain composed, to project the fearless vampire persona she was supposed to. She was a killer for god’s sake, a natural born predator. It wouldn’t do for her to show weakness in front of a human.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony sighed, rubbing his bare arms. That was one thing he didn't like about the shirt, it showed the multitude of scars over his skin, "I was told by my father that I'm as much use as a headless chicken. Only useful as bait." He stated softly, "Maybe I'm not that useless, but it's still mostly true. The most I can do is save my rebels." He said softly


When she asked him that he shook his head, "No." He replied quietly

 

[Paintedsky]

As he spoke of his father, Lorel came to grips with just how different their lives were. She listened, watching him from the corner of her eye, seeing how he fidgeted, covering his scars. Raising her chin, she crossed her arms and said, quite frankly, “your father sounds like a bastard. And, more than that, clearly an idiot. Most human rebels we’ve had in here only got themselves and their men killed.”


Approaching him, she guided him with a hand gesture to take a seat on the bed. “Unbutton your collar, and try to relax. If you tense up you’ll just make it hurt.”

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony blinked at her and simply nodded as she colourfully described his father, liking her description, which matched his father to a point. He watched her for a moment, noting her strong, almost preditorial stance, and tensed.


He padded over to the bed as he was gestured, and sat, unbuttoning his collar quietly and swiftly, not wanting to anger her. He tilted his head in order to allow her to get to it easier, and tried to relax

 

[Paintedsky]

Focusing on the omnipresent dry itch in her throat, Lorel allowed it to guide her, moving on instinct now, a primal act she’d practiced many times. She stepped forwards towards him and sat herself upon his lap, combing his hair away from the vulnerable skin of his neck as she did so.


Exhaling slowly to calm herself, she rested her fingers over his neck and closed her eyes, feeling for the pulse, for the most prominent artery in the neck. Most humans assumed that feeding was as easy said as done, but they’d never witnessed children feeding. If you didn’t aim your teeth correctly, you’d most likely severe the artery, or damage the surrounding blood vessels and windpipe. Even more tricky was the self-control, but at the age of 112 she could feed without frenzying.


“Just… keep still,” she advised him, leaning down and pressing her lips to his neck. She could hear his pulse hammering in her ears, and then scent of his blood flooded her senses, filling her body with heat and a terrible, aching thirst. Trying to maintain some composure whilst handing herself over to her senses, she tested the skin with her extended teeth first, and then bit down, breaking the surface and latching onto the artery.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony shivered as she brushed away his hair, and forced himself to stay as calm as possible as she searched for his pulse. He had his eyes closed, awaiting the moment her fangs sunk into his neck.


As her lips pressed to his neck and she bit, Tony immediately tensed, eyes snapping open. Reacting Instinctively, he tried to escape, pulling away and howling as her fangs tore through his skin from his thrashing

 

[Paintedsky]

Lorel was, admittedly, unprepared for his reaction. She'd grown up with kitchen humans, humans trained to behave perfectly when fed on, that being their one purpose in life. True, she'd been warned in passing that when breaking in an blood slave who had yet to be fed from things could get a little messy, but she'd never expected him to react quite to violently.


Gripping him tightly, taking firm control of the situation, she unlocked her teeth from his neck and pushed him down, pinning him against the bed in an attempt to keep him still and limit his thrashing. It was difficult to break so early from a feed, her lips and teeth stained red from blood, but somehow she managed, her head swimming from the heady effects of blood lust. "Nice keeping still," she growled, her voice raw from the thirst, and it came out much more critical than she'd meant it to.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tonys eyes were wide and panicked. He whimpered as he was pinned to the bed, but he slowly stopped thrashing and laid still, panicked golden eyes watching her in fright. Red dripped from his neck as if taunting the vampire above him, especially as he looked away and practically served his neck on a platter to her. His breathing was faster than normal, and he stared at the wall, trying to calm so he wasn't as tense

 

[Paintedsky]

Struggling to maintain control of herself, Lorel tried to focus anywhere but on his neck. His eyes were a rather unusual colour, she noted. Yeah, that'll do, use that. "What's... what's up with your eyes?" She asked, panting, her eyes constantly flicking back to his neck and the red slick it was covered in, practically asking her to come closer. Leaning down, unable to help herself, she inhaled deeply, the scent washing over her, intoxicating. She didn't want to kill him though, and no doubt if she attacked him like this now, he'd either end up injuring himself further, or she'd finish him off.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony flinched as she asked about his eyes, "A-Accident..." he mumbled, then noticed her bloodlust, "S-Sorry" He mumbled, lifting his head slightly, knowing she wanted to feed. He had seen her breathing in the scent, and knew what she was feeling, he'd met enough vampires to know the look

 

[Paintedsky]

"F-focus on that," she said breathy, his exposed neck quite literally being offered to her. "Tell me about it whilst I- it should stop you focusing on me." She leant down, licking the traces of blood away from his neck, pawing at his skin with her tongue like an animal, her current mental capabilities not much above one. No need to mention that if he cut off his speech, she'd know that his windpipe or nerves were damaged and she could withdraw without killing him- hopefully.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony nodded slightly, "W-We, m-my parents and I....w-we were uh... going out....f-for a family r-reunion....." He mumbled, "T-The c-car crashed......s-someone h-had sabotaged itl....." He mumbled ignoring her tongue over his skin, just glad she hadn't again pierced his skin yet

 

[Paintedsky]

Shit, a small voice narrated in the back of Lorel's head, stunned into a moment of hesitated by the human's speech. The blood lust was more powerful, however, and quickly she bit down on her old puncture would, locking her teeth to his neck and drinking, heavily and with great satisfaction and finally having the thirst quelled. With her hands she gripped his shoulders, keeping him pinned so hopefully he couldn't thrash about so much this time.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony continued to talk, trying to ignore the pain, but after a while of her drinking heavily, Tony's voice became slurred, and he twitched, silencing completely when he found he couldn't breath. He choked, red spilling from his lips as he did so, his back arching with each choked cough

 

[Paintedsky]

"Oh for Cain's sake," Lorel hissed, pulling back from his neck as he began choking. She licked across the wound, hoping the healing properties of her saliva would tend to the injury itself, before she took a hold of his head and tilted it downwards at the end of his forehead, lifting his chin up and thus clearing his airways. Still fresh from the feed, she kissed the blood from his lips, unable to deny blood so close before her when she was still in her primal mindset, but she felt sated now, calmer, and focused on keeping her human alive.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tonys neck healed quickly, and he gurgled, blood from his throat expelling itself from his lips as he breathed and, when Lorel kissed the blood from his lips it flowed into her mouth. Once he was done he blinked up at her with his golden eyes, which were glassy from the amount of blood that had been drank

 

[Paintedsky]

Breathing heavily as the liquid of life pumped through her body, Lorel took a moment to compose herself before she sat off, removing herself from Tony's lap, taking a seat beside him on the bed so that she could keep an eye on him. Reaching over to the dressed set at the foot of her bed, she removed a towel from upon it and handed it to him so that he could mop up the blood, not wanting to patronise him by doing it herself. "Well that was..." Lorel struggled for the right word. Terrifying? Messy? Embarrassing? "An experience."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony slowly sat, taking the towel and gently cleaning the blood from his neck area and his lips. He looked at her carefully, "S-Sorry" He mumbled, his form shaking in fear. He didn't seem to notice that the red had soaked into part of his clean white shirt, staining it with red and giving him a injured appearance. He looked up at her, wondering if she'd be the only one to do that, or if her father would check to make sure she had broken him properly

 

[Paintedsky]

"I should have done my research," Lorel said with a shake of her head, dismissing his apology. "I think someone said somewhere most humans are broke in whilst restrained. I was being naive, and you suffered unnecessarily for it." She tossed her hair back over her shoulders and stood, brushing down her crumpled dress and wiping the blood specks on her skin dry. Her body was hyper sensitive now, singing with the after-effects of the feed, and she felt stronger, more sure of herself.


"I'm sorry about your accident, by the way," she said, now that she was capable of coherent speech, no longer locked to his neck. She walked forwards to her dresser, pulling a tissue from the box and using that plus the mirror to remove any blood decorating her face, cleaning herself up. "Did you ever find out who sabotaged the car?"