1x1 Vampire and Slave Rp

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony nodded, "had to learn from the old leader, so I could defend myself." He replied, then nodded as he heard the carriages, pulling up the collar of his shirt to hide the bite marks, and wandered after her, fiddling with tha katana strap

 

[Paintedsky]

"Were you two close?" Loren wondered aloud as she made her way down towards the front entrance with Tony in tow. "You and the old leader, I mean." She glanced back at him, watching him fiddle with his shirt collar, and tried to ignore the mix of guilt and thirst that the action triggered. She really ought to feed again sooner rather than later, but after how disastrously last time had gone, she was hardly eager to hurt him again. Perhaps she could use one of the kitchen humans...? No, no doubt if she were caught too many questions would be raised, and she'd have no sensible answers. Concern for the blood slave was hardly acceptable.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony shrugged, "not really... He taught me about fighting, I taught him about mercy" he replied, looking at her as she watched him and his shirt collar, knowing somehow what she was thinking and shivering slightly as his golden eyes aimed for the floor

 

[Paintedsky]

Whilst tempted to ask what he meant by teaching the old leader mercy, Lorel could hear her father and his associates gathered up ahead, and thus bit back on that question. Averting her eyes from Tony's neck since it seemed to be making him just a teeny bit uncomfortable - why, she couldn't imagine - she focused on donning her expected persona again, straightening her back and hardening her expression.


Out front, the carriages had been assembled. Why her father insisted on staying behind in the era he'd been born in in terms of technology, she'd never know. It wasn't as if vampires possessed allergies to modernisation, her father just tended to be a bit of a traditionalist. Either way, those who would accompany them to the city had gathered too, and everything and everyone was being loaded into the carriage. "You're to sit with me," Lorel said quietly to Tony, avoiding looking at him.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony had kept his head low, nervous enough not to look at anyone who had gathered. As she spoke Tony nodded, "lead the way" he mumbled, before going back into his rebel mask, lifting his head into a defiant posture, and golden eyes gleaming

 

[Paintedsky]

Hiding a smile at his tough act, Lorel opened the door to one of the front carriages, stepping in herself and taking a seat. Manners told her to hold the door, but for a vampire to do so for a blood slave would be an offence in itself. Thus she settled into her seat with a disappointed huff and waited for him to enter himself. "You're tough act is pretty entertaining to watch you know."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony entered behind her, pulling he door closed and allowing his shoulders to slump, "can't let the others see my real emotions can I?" He replied softly, fingers twitching

 

[Paintedsky]

"Fair point, not unless you want to become a public toy," Lorel agreed with a tilt of her head. "Anyone else tries to feed from you by the way, you're well within your rights to kick their ass. We don't have many rules about feeding on humans, but those we do have are pretty strict. Feeding on another's blood slave is a big no-no." Urgh, she was thinking about feeding again. She noticed she was absently massaging her neck, the dry tickle in it becoming rather irksome, and quickly dropped her hand. Looking tony over, she needed some kind of distraction. "What made you start the whole tough act in the beginning. If you're so ironically against fighting, why be a rebel?"

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony looked up at her with his elbows on his knees, "m-my parents...they were killed by vampires and I was taken in by the rebels..." He mumbled, "the car crash they died in....the one that changed my eyes....it was set up by a vampire" he continued softly

 

[Paintedsky]

"Huh," Lorel said. "Well congratulations to the rebels for not being complete assholes. It was nice of them to take you in. I've been raised on the idea of them being all rough tough and heartless."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony shrugged, "I'm not sure about that. Some protested the idea, but others....they fought to keep me. They had a brawl over it..." He chuckled, "they always did fight over petty things that they were going to lose over" he sighed

 

[Paintedsky]

Laughing at the idea of fighting over the concept of keeping an abandoned child, Lorel shook her head. "They sound like they were quite the characters..." She mumbled, smiling to herself as the carriages set off and they began their journey to the city, the rolling hills of the isolated castle gradually turning into the hustle and bustle of the city streets and markets. "Tony... would you be willing to try feeding again tonight? I'd understand if after last time the idea is an unpleasant one, but, well, the arrangement of a blood slave generally entails feeding. I shall try my best to ensure we don't have a repeat of last night."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony looked at her and nodded, "going to have to sometime." He replied, knowing she had been looking at his neck earlier and was prepare

 

[Paintedsky]

Lorel nodded her head in thanks, keeping quiet. She probably wasn't meant to ask her blood slave for permission... no, she definitely wasn't meant to ask him for permission, but considering what he'd been through already, she hardly felt the need to traumatise him again.


Eventually the carriages drew to a halt, outside of her father's city lodgings. They were just as old-fashioned and out of place as the rest of his belongs were, Gothic in design and enormous, easily capable of housing a party twice their size. "Come on, we'll get you fed and then... then we can try again." Lorel said, stepping out of the carriage, catching her father's eye. He was giving instructions to the servants and slaves, and when he looked back at her, his expression confirmed her suspicions that something was not right here. She just needed to figure out what that was, before Tony found out first.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony blinked at her and nodded and climbed out, looking over the building in the same rebellious stare before looking over at the father vampire with a frown

 

[Paintedsky]

Covering a laugh with a cough, Lorel gave Tony a nudge. "Don't go scowling at my father you," she said,


the disapproval in her voice equally amused. "Come on, we'll get settled. We can start investigating what's going in then." Giving her after a respectful not, she left the courtyard to go and find her assigned room, glad to be away from the gathered crowd of vampire guards and advisors.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony muttered something along the lines of, "I can scowl if I want to.", and followed her, happy to hear the amusement in her voice, however small amount it was. As soon as they were out of sight he lost his stance, shoulders slumping slightly as he followed her to the room

 

[Paintedsky]

"Yeah yeah, I know the rough tough rebel act is just an act, remember?" Lorel said back, this time laughing openly now that they were out of sight of the assorted vampires. A few kitchen humans were running about setting up, and the scent of their blood was rather unwanted, drying Lorel's throat, making her stare after them a few too many times. Focusing, she quickly found her own room on the top floor, pushed open the door, and then walked inside. She ought to have the required equipment… walking over to the dresser, she checked through the draws. Sure enough, the standard equipment for breaking in blood slaves had been provided. "Just sit on the bed. You can sleep here tonight too, if you wish. If not, a bed should be available for you in the human quarters, down with the kitchen humans," She said to Tony, rambling a bit. It was stupid, her being nervous about all this. Still, new territory was a rare thing for someone her age.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony nodded, following her along the corridor. As they entered the room he looked warily at the equipment, and sat on the bed, unsure of what was about to happen again

 

[Paintedsky]

"This might be a bit… disconcerting," Lorel said, approaching Tony. She held in her hands a series of silk rope chords, which, under any other circumstances may have seemed a little more... racy. In this case, however, they were intended to stop her from ripping Tony's throat out, so they'd just have to cope with the connotations if they didn't want to make a mess out of the cream sheets. Going slowly so as not to freak him out, she carefully secured his arms and wrists behind his back, helping to contain the thrashing. "Okay so… you think you're ready to give it another go?" She asked.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony clearly didn't like the restraints, but didn't struggle. He looked at her and nodded, "I-I'm ready" He stuttered, fear in his eyes after what had happened last time, but tilted his head quietly

 

[Paintedsky]

"Just… pick something to talk about again. Tell me something interesting, something you haven't told me before. Anything at all," she said, since last time the distraction had proven rather useful, especially since when he'd cut off she'd known he was in trouble. Slowly she took up her position before him, kneeling on the bed, using her fingers to brush his hair away from his neck, feeling with her finger tips for his pulse.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

"I-I don't know what to talk about" Tony whimpered softly, almost flinching at her fingertips on his neck. He didn't look at her, instead focussing on a wall and keeping his golden eyes trained on that

 

[Paintedsky]

"Hmm," Lorel mused, her ability to focus slipping as her fingers felt the steady beat of his pulse beneath them, her hearing focusing in on it. She could hear the faint lub-dub of his heart valves closing, feel the sensation of blood being pumped through his living breathing body. Taste the salt on his skin-


Oh crap. She realised she'd become a little wrapped up in the moment, her lips pressed to his neck. Clearing her throat, she drew back. "Tell me… about your human friends. Or girlfriends, boyfriends, whatever. I want to know more about what they were like; what humans are like."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony blinked, "T-The only friends I had were the rebels.....a-and they were more.... t-teammates than f-friends." He mumbled, slightly worried about what was going to happen next, "H-Humans.....I-I can't describe m-my s-species..." he muttered, frowning as he thought