1x1 Vampire and Slave Rp

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony flinched, curling up tighter and closing his eyes as he mumbled, sounding panicked. His whole body twitched as if he'd been stabbed, and he let out a cry, as if remembering an old memory. Red poured from his nose, golden eyes tightly shut

 

[Paintedsky]

Lorel didn't mean to hurt him, but it seemed best if she dealt with this quickly. Holding his by the arm, she pulled him out from under the bed and rolled him over onto his back. Leaning over him, she inspected his face, tapping it lightly with her hand. "Tony," she said, her voice strong and clear. She reached up and grabbed the water from the night stand, doing her best to ignore the scent of blood, and splashed it across his face. "It's time to wake up."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony whimpered, struggling as he was pulled from under the bed, eyes wide and pained. He immediately spluttered as she splashed water across his face, and coughed, blinking up at her in confusion. Red continued to pour from his nose, the stress from previous days having caused his odd episode

 

[Paintedsky]

Exhaling, relived To have at least awoken him, Lorel looked down at the man as he spluttered and then sat back, trying to calm down. She had a plot to weave, and she really couldn't do that if she was so jumpy.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony coughed, rolling onto his side so the blood didn't get into his mouth. He refused to look at Lorel, golden eyes shut tightly

 

[Paintedsky]

Standing, Lorel went and fetched him some tissues and a towel so he could clean himself up. "Go have a shower," Lorel instructed in her master vampire voice, tolerating no nonsense. "And then we'll discuss whatever the hell that was."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony nodded, staggering to his feet and leaning on the bed for support as he wobbled to the bathroom and shut the door. His shower was brief, sat on the floor because his legs couldn't hold him up

 

[Paintedsky]

Lorel waited for him patiently, preening herself in the mirror as she did so, watching her own eyes. She could do this. She was Lorel nightingale, heir to her fathers title and a trained killer. One damaged human couldn't even touch her.


"Right," she said when he emerged, pointing for him to take a seat on the bed. "What was all that about?"

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony wobbled slightly as he sat and placed his head in his hands, before looking up at her, "I-I don't know....." He mumbled. His nose bleed seemed to of stopped sometime in the shower

 

[Paintedsky]

Kid, she thought to herself, you fucked up. Somehow though, she didn't think that saying that aloud would really be helpful. "That makes me so much less worried," she said sarcastically, rubbing her temples with one hand. "Is something bothering you? I knew someone with something similar once, and it always got worse in times of stress? Because if its about my father you can relax; he has no intention of harming you." At least, not yet.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony shrugged, "Your fathers fine.....Its just....what did he say to the other two vampires?" he asked softly. This had been playing on his mind for a while, and he needed to know

 

[Paintedsky]

(Sorry for typos btw, on phone ATM and arjdkdkdhdun curse you autocorrect)


Lorel didn't know. Whatever it was though, she could tell it was not something she was ever supposed to tell tony. Yet he seemed so shaken by something so simple... "They- they have been assisting him in identifying those who are causing trouble in the city. That's why they were residing here even before we came. It's how we know who the rebels are," Lorel said, smoothly relaying the lie. Better to put his mind than leave him worrying; after all, what good with it do. She'd find out for him, but she doubted the truth would do him, or any of them, any good. "He was consulting them on the rebels habits an homes, things like that so they're easy to track."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony nodded quietly, shoulders relaxing slightly, "O-Okay" He replied softly, watching her. He looked back at the floor and huffed softly

 

[Paintedsky]

"Tony..." Lorel said slowly, "my father wants you to work as a double agent with the human rebels. He's designated some information which you can give them to get them to trust you." She watched him, and prayed for his sake that he wouldn't make the mistake of betraying her father. She had seen it happen before as a young girl, and had yet to witness anything so horrific again.


"You may inform them of the fact that we have an informant within their ranks and that is how we were able to apprehend the attack last night. That should win you some credit, and help explain what happened to them, to settle any state of panic."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony nodded slightly, and smiled nervously, "Lets just hope no one punches me again" He muttered, then looked up at her, "What if they don't believe that?"

 

[Paintedsky]

"I think you've had enough nosebleeds for one week," Lorel agreed with a crooked smile, before she dropped it. "You may also inform them that the captured humans are now being tortured for information: your evidence for this is that through this we discovered that a man named Erik is actually the former executioner named Erin Thompkins of the capital city. His name change was secret to all those save one of the humans we now have in holding, and a woman named Jocelyn, apparently. This should give you enough proof to win their trust."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony nodded quietly, rubbing his nose, "Should I go now?" He asked her, wanting to make sure

 

[Paintedsky]

Nodding, Lorel stood. "I'll accompany you as far as the city square," she said, smoothing her dress. "We'll pick something up for you to eat along the way."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony nodded, "Not hungry" he mumbled, as he slowly stood, closing his eyes for a minute before walking toward the door

 

[Paintedsky]

"Yeah, forgive me if I don't trust the judgement of someone who just woke up from some kind of fit," Lorel said, stopping by the kitchen anyway and having something prepared for him. "If you're going into human rebel territory, last thing you want is to pass out because you're and idiot." Once the cherub-like cook had handed Tony the packaged meal, Lorel walked them out into the city, passing by relatively few vampires on their way out.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony huffed quietly, taking the package and quietly eating as they walked, though not finishing all of it. He rubbed a circle in his temple silently as he followed her, wondering where most of the vampires were. Maybe they hadn't woke yet, or were doing something important, though the latter idea gave the ex-rebel the chills

 

[Paintedsky]

Lorel too was suspicious as to where everyone else had gone, but knew it wasn't her job to worry about these things; she had the human to focus on. "You know, you ought to be careful around these rebels," Lorel said to Tony, speaking casually as they walked. "They're clearly not as bright or prepared as they seem to think they are. For one thing, they tried to launch their attack on the prison round the front. It would only take a small amount of standard research to discover that there's a sewer exit. They're-" she paused mid-sentence, grimacing as best as she could. "Okay, so whilst I probably shouldn't have told you that part, my point is, these people aren't as noble and infallible as they like to think they are." Reaching the square, she turned to him and tried to will him mentally to make the right choice. "I know that they're your kin, but don't get too invested in them. They'll end up destroying themselves soon enough, and if you're not careful, they may well take you with them."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony gulped and nodded, turning to her, "T-thanks Lorel" He said quietly, before running off to find the group, whilst wondering about the sewer entrance. He was unsure if she had said that on purpose, especially if it was important information, but he was even more unsure that if he told the humans they could get trapped

 

[Paintedsky]

Watching him go, Lorel prayed he was a smart as he seemed and then turned on her heel. She has business elsewhere in the city, and thankfully affairs with Tony had bought her some time to complete them. Hopefully, he wouldn't be dead by the time she returned.


The humans Tony rushed to find had moved out of the hall - which was deserted - and were now holed up in one of the city's pubs, which remained loyal to the rebel cause. Several rebels were sprawled out on the tables, missing limbs, or scratched to hell, or half-dead already from blood loss, their necks savaged. The room stunk of the rich scent of blood, salty and raw, and there was the far worth stench of flesh burning as people singed patient's bleeding arteries shut. The bartender too was attending to the humans in his establishment. Hung on the door that led into the bar the welcome sign was turned to 'Closed' and had a red smear of blood washed across it. It was hardly subtle, but they hadn't had time to find more reclusive quarters. In a lame attempt at defence, the windows had been haphazardly boarded closed, and spare chairs were piled against the door, although everyone knew it had been a botched job, and they were easily pushed aside.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony pushed the door open, frowning at the poor resistance of the door. As he entered he hardly gagged at the stench of blood. His own rebel group had been larger than the one that had been in court, but many had been cut down a few days before their old leader had been killed, and the scene had been far worse than this