1x1 Vampire and Slave Rp

[Paintedsky]

"Guess we're both learners in that area then," Lorel said with a sigh, her throat itching, but she knew better than to try this without distracting him first. "Okay… what's the one thing in this world you love the most?"

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

"Quiet. P-People are too loud. Vampires and humans alike create...too much noise and problems. The silence is calm, I like it" Tony replied softly, waiting for her to move

 

[Paintedsky]

"That's… surprisingly poetic," Lorel said, her voice lowered to mirror his, thinking it over. She understood what he was saying far too well. Quiet, comfortable silence, was something far too rare considering the peace it brought. That hardly helped her distance herself from Tony, however, having some shared poetic moment. So much for humans being ignorant beasts incapable of thinking on the same level. Looking back at him, she thought for a moment. "Okay… try holding onto that then. We'll do it quietly. Supposedly, if you relax sufficiently, it doesn't even hurt. Some of the kitchen humans say they even enjoy it."


Gently, going slow to allow him time to relax, she felt along his neck, fingertips pushing firmly against the contours of his muscles as if it were some bizarre massage, getting a better idea of his anatomy, feeling for where best to bite. She then lowered her lips to his skin, testing it, trying to gauge how tense he was.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony nodded quietly, trying to relax. He managed to, but only so far, and tensed further when he felt her lips on his neck. He tried to calm himself, taking deep breaths

 

[Paintedsky]

Going slowly, allowing him to relax after he tensed up when her lips made contact, Lorel pulled herself closer, listening to his breathing. Vampires, being unholy abominations of the undead variety, didn't need to breathe, and rarely did - screw what Twilight said - because what was the point? The action of the human's steady inhale, exhale rhythm was unexpectedly soothing, however, and she left her own panic and fear of the scenario ebb away as she listening to it. She waited until his heartbeat had slowed back down to its normal pace, and then gently broke the skin, slowly easing her extended teeth down to latch onto the artery, drawing out the liquid contained there, two steadying hands gripping his shoulders tightly to prevent him from thrashing about as violently as he had the last time.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony tensed as he felt the teeth, but tried his hardest not to move. Tensing made the pain worse, but he couldn't help it. Someone feeding from your neck, to have anything stuck in your neck, felt wrong

 

[Paintedsky]

Feeling him tense, Lorel slowed the rate at which she drained him, trying to move to make it more comfortable for him. She drank until the quench was satisfied but drank no deeper, breaking away from him as gently as possible. She then licked at the wound, removing the blood and leaving it to heal, panting slightly. Controlling her own desires had been easier this time, as she grew accustomed to his blood. It was nice, for a human with an unregulated diet, playing to her preferences. He smelled good too…


Blinking, she pulled away, realising she had been nuzzling his neck in the most undignified manner possible, like a common lower born vampire. Clearing her throat, she gave him a small smile. "Tolerable?" She asked.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony relaxed slightly as she moved slightly, and tensed again as she pulled away. He looked at her upon the realisation that she was nuzzling his neck, and ignored it, instead nodding

 

[Paintedsky]

Trying to pretend she hadn't just reverted to the state of an intoxicated teenager, Lorel pulled away, clearing her throat again. "Yes, well," she said, smoothing down her clothes. Had she blood flow, her cheeks would no doubt be crimson by now. "Do you wish to sleep? If so, we can start looking into things tomorrow. If not, I have some idea as to where we should start."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony shook his head, "Don't need it" he mumbled, watching her curiously. He sighed softly, a hand moving to his neck quietly, feeling the area she had bitten

 

[Paintedsky]

Nodding, Lorel offered him a hand to help him stand, eyeing the spot on his neck from which she had fed. It was still flushed red, but the cut had closed, sealing of the potent scent of blood. "There's a hall down in the city centre. Recently it has become the centre of the human protests and freedom activism. We can visit it under the excuse of scoping out the current state of human rebellion. If we're going to find information on my father's activities here, however, we'll find it there. You being human, most of it will be left up to you."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony nodded slightly, as she helped him stand. He wobbled slightly, but managed to stand upright, even if he did lean against the wall. He nodded in agreement, "Lets g-go then" He muttered, walking to the door

 

[Paintedsky]

Watching him wobble, Lorel said nothing, but led them back via the kitchens. "Can you give him something? We're going out," Lorel explained to the kitchen human on duty, gesturing to Tony. It was a man this time, a boy really, barely an adult, with a cherub face and golden curls to match. He blinked at her, confused for a moment, before he silently went about compiling a meal, which he wrapped in a cloth and then handed to her.


"Anything else, Miss Nightingale?" He asked, bowing respectfully.


"No, thank you Andrew," she said, returning the nod as she handed the parcel to Tony, continuing down the corridor. "I'd rather you didn't pass out whilst we do this," she explained quietly, eyes ahead, preparing to face her father should she need to.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony nodded, but carried the parcel, not wanting to eat yet. He felt queasy, but perhaps that was simply the thought of eating. He wasn't used to eating regularly, the rebels would take anything they could get, but often it wasn't enough

 

[Paintedsky]

Not commenting on Tony's eating habits, since it was his business whether or not he fainted, Lorel focused on smiling pleasantly at all vampires they passed. In all fairness, what she was doing was perfectly within her rights; noble, even, going one step beyond her expected duties.


Her father she passed as she walked by the council room door, spotting him leaning over a table, upon which was scattered a dozen letters. "Father, I'm going out to investigate the current state of play with the humans," she said to him, leaning in the doorway. "My blood slave is going to assist me. May I have permission to leave?"


"Yes, yes, of course," her father said, waving her away with a hand, not looking up from the letter before him. She decided not to ask; her father rarely took kindly to those who disturbed him when he was busy.


Leaving the house behind, she began the journey into the city centre. "Keep close, and keep an eye out for anything useful," she said in a low voice to Tony, watching the passing by humans with the caution she'd been raised to hold.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony had finally began to eat when they were walking to the city centre, and finished quickly, before they reached their destination. He warily glanced at the humans, who were glaring at him, having noticed the red marks on his neck, and the fact he was following a vampire made it no better

 

[Paintedsky]

Noting how quickly the humans singled Tony out for being a blood slave, Lorel drew to a halt a couple of hundred metres away from their destination, looking him over. "You need to heal that before you're going to fool anyone…" Considering for a moment, she drew out a knife and then cut a clean line over her wrist. She then held it out in offer for him. "It might not be what you had in mind, but drink a small amount of this and it should clean your neck up. You'll get a bit of a buzz too, apparently, but nothing that should be too worrisome."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony shook his head worriedly, clearly not wanting to. Instead he pulled up the collar of his shirt to hide it, though it was still slightly visible. He kept his head down, just in case anyone recognised him

 

[Paintedsky]

Sighing, Lorel nodded. She supposed from a human perspective, blood sharing was a rather delicate matter, not really a done thing. It was taxing to be conscious of the differences, but then that was common to all social interaction she supposed. "Just don't get caught," she warned him, even though that was obvious. She needed to vent her concern somehow, however, as she watched him keep his head down. In turn, she looked over at the human's hall, a tacky building with peeling paint and a smashed upper window. The impoverished state of humanity had left most areas they alone managed like this.


(Do you want to control the activist humans, shall I, or shall we share some, since I imagine there's more than one? )

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

(Share?)


Tony walked beside her, keeping his golden eyes trained to the floor, not wanting to look up. One particularly annoyed human threw a rock at them, which hit Tonys shoulder, though he didn't seem at all bothered by it

 

[Paintedsky]

(Great ^U^)


"I'll leave you with the humans, since I appear to be attracting some rocky feelings," Lorel said in deadpan, not even cracking a smile as she dropped the godawful pun in there. "Find out what you can about what the humans have been doing, and how my people have responded. I'll go scout out the local vampire authorities. Trust me, it's better if you don't tag along for that one. You've got a little too much flowing blood to be safe around those guys."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony nodded to her, "See you later then" He replied softly, padding off and, only when he was out of sight did he rub his shoulder and look about. He kept his neck hidden as he wandered for a while

 

[Paintedsky]

Giving Tony a two fingered wave, Lorel set off in the opposite direction, drawing up the hood of her cloak so as to move undisturbed by the disgruntled humans. She found the vampire law enforcement headquarters easily enough, and entered, keeping her head down and an eye out for any sign of what the hell had made her father so… scheming recently.


Meanwhile, in the human hall that Tony had been dropped off at, a rally was occurring. "We're their life source!" A blonde man yelled, stood upon a table, around which several listeners had gathered. "They need us to survive, not the other way around. It's time we stopped letting them rule us, and started recognising that we're not the weak ones. They are."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony entered, his golden eyes watching them, hoping no one would recognise the old leader of the rebels. He raised an eyebrow at the speaker, and rolled his eyes. It would never work, the vampires were stronger than his species

 

[Paintedsky]

Looking around at his audience, the blonde man, who went by the name Erik, spotted Tony hanging back at watching. Taking up his new target, Erik jumped from table to table, approaching Tony, his audience turning to watch. "You," he said, stopping on the table before Tony. "Tell me; how have vampires oppressed you in your life?"