Bloodlust (open for 1 man ~ PM 1st please)

[VelvetDarkness]

Now closed for KittenOfDeath and I.

Ok, so this may not read like a particularly submissive post but I figure don't ask = don't get. I have been toying with this story idea for a while now and would love to really get my teeth into it. I think it could be a long running and intense SRP.

OOC:

Name: Catherine

Age: 25

Setting: London, circa 1200. (this is negotiable, in fact, it's all negotiable)

BIO: Catherine is a midwife. She works in central London, presiding over home births. She is a pagan at heart but must disguise this in order not to attract the censure of the church or be accused of witchcraft - an occupational hazard for midwives whose profession predates Christian faiths by a large margin. She has not married and lives with Edith, the elderly, widowed midwife who trained her. Catherine cares for Edith, though the older woman would never admit to needing assistance.

PLOT: Cathrine is walking home from a late finishing birth. There is the scent of blood on her that attracts the attention of a passing vampire.

You will then abduct Catherine. She can be bitten, humiliated, tortured and/or raped over whatever protracted time you think is necessary. She can be denied food and water until she learns that total obedience is the only key to her survival. Her new Master will delight in tormenting her, setting her tasks that she can't accomplish and punishing her for failure. He will change his expectations of her according to his whim and take his sadistic pleasure in her as often for his own enjoyment as for her training. He will drain her strength by drinking from her and then force her to continue serving him through her exhaustion. All this will thoroughly demoralise her and break her into a totally obedient, terrified slave. It should be implicit that the vampire has already gone through this process with other potential slaves who have either failed to survive his treatment or been drained, killed and discarded. The threat of being drained and killed should be very real. Every time he bites her, she should have the fear that he might drain her completely, naturally, that fear will be exploited.

Once she has been broken into the slave of her captor, he will administer a bite of a different nature, turning her into a vampire herself. This is a necessary process because, as vampires live for hundreds of years, turning others usually only adds to the competition. He wants her to be broken and submissive to him before he turns her in order to have a lifelong slave companion.

Once she has been turned, Catherine will be renamed according to her owner's wishes. She will be collared and maybe branded or tattooed so that other vampires know that a duel will ensue if they interfere with her. (another writer can be brought in at this point if you'd like a rival to spar with) She must then be taken out of her captivity and trained to hunt for human prey and to learn the difference between feeding, creating passive slaves and turning others into fully fledged vampires. If you wish, Catherine can be forced to switch and dominate others for her owner's pleasure but at all times she will obey her Master over others. Dominance will not prove to be in Catherine's nature and she will not enjoy switching.

As this part of the story progresses, Catherine's Master will shift the focus of her training. He will start to set her achievable goals and reward her for good service. She will be so grateful for this change that she will become devotedly dependent on him. This twisted form of Stockholm Syndrome will eventually grow into an enduring love for him that he can reciprocate. She will then be the perfect slave for him, his one chosen companion for the remainder of his very long life.

What happens after that point is entirely up to you. The sky's the limit.

To Conclude

As you can see, I am looking for an intelligent, articulate writer for this thread. I would rather have a few lengthy and well written posts per week than half a dozen brief ones per day. I can post most days. I hope that this will progress into a long running story.

I am more than prepared for this SRP to get quite dark and violent. I therefore am looking for a genuine sadistic dominant rather than someone who thinks the plot sounds hot and wants to dabble. I have very few limits and caveats when it comes to roleplay, pretty much anything goes and I want my character to be thrown in at the deep end of extreme BDSM/nonconsent and forced to experience as much as possible.

I am quite open about your character's profile. I would ask that he be physically imposing and reasonably attractive, if in an alternative fashion. I do like the gothic look that generally goes with vampires but it's not essential.

Everything is negotiable here. If you want aspects of the plot altered, then that can be arranged. If you would like to write with me on this, please pm with your ideas and thoughts. I look forward to hearing from you.

 

[seeker1212]

tough role

xxxxx

 

[VelvetDarkness]

This thread is still open. This will become the IC thread.

Please do not post here unless you have agreed the role with me in pm.

Thanks for the bump though.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Bumpitybump

 

[Sean Renaud]

This actually sounds like a great rp, I'd be interested, not to mention it's been a whil since I got to be really twisted. Let me go and start thinking up a charrie specifics, or atleast a picture.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Thankyou for your interest but you could have put this in a pm. Every time people post here, it gives the impression that I have assigned the role. Please send a bio via pm.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

This thread is now closed for kittenofdeath and I.

Thankyou for your interest.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Ic

Catherine huddled inside her shawl and hurried along the cramped, narrow streets, taking care where she put her feet. She did not like being out so late at night and in such a run down part of town but this was the nature of her trade. Babes had a habit of arriving at the most inconvenient times and Mary, the poor teenaged prostitute she had just spent the past few hours with, had endured a long and painful labour before her son arrived, in the late evening. By the time Catherine had cleared everything up, warmed them both some broth and checked that the baby was feeding well, it was the middle of the night. There had been a fair amount of bleeding and the tiny room in which Mary lived had no ewer or basin. Catherine had warmed some water over the tiny grate and managed as best she could.

She walked quickly, glancing around furtively. Edith, the midwife and herbalist who had trained her, would be worried. She would sit by the fire and fret all night until she knew that Catherine was safely home. The old woman was becoming frail so she no longer attended many births unless Catherine needed to call on her experience. They lived together in a small lodging house and were known to be the most competent midwives in the area. Their richer clients unwittingly subsidised their poorer ones as they could only charge what people could afford to pay and often they received goods rather than coins. Mary had insisted that Catherine take with her a small gold ring as payment but it would not pawn for much, certainly not enough for the five candle notches she had just spent with the girl.

With no small amount of relief, Catherine reached the main road through this part of town. She hated the tiny, smelly and dangerous side streets. Her shoulders relaxed a little and she slowed to a more leisurely pace. There was no sense in exhausting herself further by rushing.

 

[kittenofdeath]

He truly was just out for a walk when it all started, admittedly he had purposely taken his walk through a bad neighborhood, but he was a priest disguise, he kind of expected that as long as he didn’t start anything, nothing would really happen. It all started when he heard a noise from an alley, muffled screams, he of anyone would recognize it, he brushed off his robes and walked in to the darkness, soon seeing the source of the sound, a group of thugs accosting a young urchin girl, judging by the way she didn’t try that hard to resist, she had been forced to do such things in the name of survival before.

“Sinners!” he called out, keeping up the priest act, his voice compassionate for the time being “repent for your evil ways, you have not harmed the youth yet, nor have you taken her innocence, there is still a place for you in gods halls” he was really laying it on thick, giving them a show and moving in time to his preaching.

“Oi!” one of them took charge, deciding that it was worth it to go against a man of the cloth “We don’t need you tellin us what to do” he moved closer, stopping almost an inch away and looking up in to his eyes “understand Padre?” one of his friends cracked his knuckles, another drew a knife, and judging by what he felt as their leader pressed something against his robes, there was more than one knife among them.

“I pray for you my child” he closed his eyes and faked it, infuriating them greatly, the one in front of him reached up and grabbed the extravagant jewel encrusted cross that hung from his neck. He had long since surpassed such weaknesses as cowering away from a cross, gradual exposure had given him immunity.

“Pray all you want, ain’t no finger of god commin down to squash me” he went to rip off the cross, but the priest’s vice like grip came up to catch his wrist and hold it fast “what you doin?!” he tried to pull away, desperately, but the priest remained still, not even his expression had changed, the leader of the thugs however sunk in to panic as the grip on his wrist slowly tightened, a slight cracking sound eventually ringing through the alley, that was the sign for his friends to run, but instead they surprised him and remained loyal enough to help their leader.

“Get’im!” one shouted, the others following suit and rushing the preist, he just let go of the one he had and batted him to the side like he weighed nothing, one on the ones with knives coming at him first with an over head stab, only to be quickly disarmed, the knife now in the priests hand, he swung it in a wide arc, moving to the side as he did so the blood wouldn’t spray on to his outfit, he hated it when that happened, it was such a waste.

That one fell to the floor gurgling and the other two finally got the hint, in other words, they pissed themselves and turned to run away, but he didn’t allow it, taking a step he dissolved in to mist, quickly moving to cut them off and stopping their escape in to the maze of alleys “you have sinned” his face was downcast, his fringe coving his face in a veil of darkness “and I… am about to!” he looked up, his eyes wide and changed to a deep blood red, his sharp fangs bared to his prey “make peace with god, while make you in to pieces” he lunged forward, grabbing one by the throat, his terrifying grip crushing through the arteries, windpipe, and spine, but he was the lucky one, his death was quick.

“Please… I’m a Christian, I’ll be good, I swear! Don’t kill me!” he just grabbed the poor fool by the hair and pulled him forward, pushing his head to the side and sinking his fangs deep in to him, drinking slowly. He wasn’t the type for mercy, he offered no repentance. His eyes drifted as he drank, the urchin girl was still here, frozen against the wall, she would be fun.

He waited until he knew he had her watching, letting her know he knew as well, then he pushed his meal away, his jays still clamped on to him, tearing a good quarter of his neck from his as he fell dead, some of the blood falling on his sleeve before he spat it away in disgust “come closer child” the urchin was still frozen, but his captivating gaze forced her to walk to him, her breath so erratic she was hyperventilating by the time she was by his side “do not fear, I’m not here for you, how old are you?”

The urchin shook with fear, but managed to whisper that she was 18 a few weeks ago “good” he held out his sleeve, the blood still slightly visible against the black fabric, even in the darkness “lick this clean” she was hesitant, but she did as she was told, she couldn’t help it, she was enthralled, and when she was done all the blood that was visible was some dribbling down from the side of her mouth, whether it was from the abuse earlier or from his robe he couldn’t tell, but he didn’t care, it got him in to the mood.

“Do you know of the church which no one enters at day?” she nodded, nobody entered his church during the day, it was like a ward of evil, some people refused to even notice it “good, its doors are open to you” he patted her shoulder as he passed on his way back out on to the street, he was going to find himself a toy, it had been so long sine he had gotten himself a new one.



He walked for a few minutes, soon finding himself on the main streets, there was only one person there, his eyes instantly moving to her red hair, reminding him of the lifeblood he craved “her” he mumbled, “she will do” he moved closer, sneaking up behind her with practiced grace, then calling out when he was little more than a meter away “I say, could you help a lost priest find his way to his church?

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Catherine was startled when the priest spoke to her. She swung round and took in his looming figure. His eyes were too intense, there was an edge to them that shouldn't have been there. She was suddenly very afraid. For an insane moment, Catherine had thought she smelled blood on the man. Belatedly, she remembered that she must stink of it herself from the birth and that being startled had caused her to breathe in sharply and notice the stench. Oh how she needed her bed, even her wits were suffering now. She arranged her features into a suitably polite expression and shrugged apologetically. She exhaled, her breath pouring out in a white cloud before her face in the cold night air. She noticed with puzzlement that there were no clouds of breath falling from the priest's lips.

"The nearest is St Mark's, father, down yonder." She pointed back the way she had come. It will be closed and locked now though. The vicarage is a few doors past the church but father O'Brien will be long abed by now. You are not wise to walk at this hour unescorted. Even a man of the cloth has but little safety in streets such as these."

She turned away, listening for the reassuring sound of his footsteps retreating away from her. Uncharitable it may be but Catherine simply did not have the energy to offer further assistance or hospitality. There was no sound behind her, he had not moved. Catherine recalled the feral glint in his eye and gathered a handful of skirt in each hand as she walked, prepared to bolt at the first sign of trouble. Not every man who wore the cloth was pious and it was highly irregular for a priest to be aimlessly seeking a church at this hour. Perhaps he was some spectre or restless soul. Generally, Catherine did not hold with the notion of an afterlife. She believed in Mother Goddess and in reincarnation. The human spirit thrived in the physical realm, there was no place for it in the intangible spiritworld. Now though, she began to doubt, and to hasten along the dark street.

Catherine looked along the road; the glimmer of lamplight from The Tap 'N Tin alehouse was not far away, surely she could reach it if there was trouble, they knew her trade in there and treated her with respect.

 

[kittenofdeath]

Father Dreamari’s face turned to a scowl as she turned away, though he new better than to make a sound that would mirror the sentiment, that would scare away the prey, and although her resistance angered him, it would make for a good hunt.

“Wait child” even though she was walking fast to get away, he closed the gap in an instant and placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her “if what you say is true, then as a man of god I cannot allow one of my lords flock to go alone in to the night” oh yes, he would have her, and if she continued to resist he would just stalk her to her home and take whatever it was she called a family as a pre-meal snack, who knows, perhaps he would bring this one in to his own family.

“Please, allow me to escort you to your home, I may not be able to forcibly stop anyone who comes to harm you, but I can pray that we are assaulted by a thug who believes in god, and that he will see the wrong in his doings before it is to late for him, and us” he closed his eyes and smiled, trying to look as harmless as possible “I might even come across my own church, maybe I wasn’t finding it because god intended for me to help one more of his sheep before I rested for the night”

 

[deedok]

hehehehe... anu anu bang mga ito?
gumgawa ba kayo ng script?

sori for crushing this thread .
im a newbie here...

 

[VelvetDarkness]

hehehehe... anu anu bang mga ito?
gumgawa ba kayo ng script?

sori for crushing this thread .
im a newbie here...

Well sod off and be a newbie somewhere else. Inconsiderate and illiterate won't get you far here.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Catherine resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his optimistic piety and reluctantly allowed the man to walk beside her. Her mind reeled as she tried to think of a way to shake him off before she got home. Dare she lie outright to a man of the cloth? She may not be a Christian but Catherine was superstitious enough to be convinced it was a bad idea.

Sod it.

"I thankyou Father but I am a midwife and I must attend a woman in travail. As you know, no man can enter the chamber of a woman in childbed and this poor girl lives in but a single room at a lodging house. I am not bound anywhere salubrious and I would not risk allowing you to accompany me. It is a strange priest who does not know where his church lies."

Catherine eyed him suspiciously and moved away from him. She stopped walking. She was not about to let this odd man follow her home, whether he was harmless or not. She glanced at the door to the pub, they were almost level with it. Surely he wouldn't follow her into an ale house?

 

[kittenofdeath]

the thin thread that was father Dreamari’s patience began to ware thin, he was so hoping to lure her in to his clutches, but it appeared that he was going to have to just take her in a more... insistent manner, a pity, he was so looking forward to having her as conversation on the walk home, knowing a few things about the subject tended to make torture more fun.

“now now child, there’s no need for that” he moved in front of her, seeming to just appear from being behind her, but whether he did or he was just that quick she would never know “don’t scream” before she could move a finger pressed to her lips, silencing her as his piercing inhuman eyes stared deep in to hers, holding her in his enthralling gaze until he spoke again “sleep”

He blew on her and she fell backwards like a collapsing tree, only to be caught by his arm, limp as a sack of potatoes and out like a light “much better, though I’ll need you as lively as you just were soon child” he hoisted her up and over his shoulder before walking off and disappearing in to the shadows.



The father and his catch reappeared in the shadow of a dark, dusty gothic church, the gargoyles perched on the churches higher levels and the demons depicted in the worn murals illuminated by the pale moonlight and making it look like the stuff of nightmares.

As he walked from the shadows and in to the moonlight that washed over the front steps he smiled, he was going to have fun with this one, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a young girl cowering on the other side of the road, the same one he had ‘saved’ earlier, this was turning out to be a productive evening indeed.

The doors parted as he grew closer, giving way to the dim candle lit interior, just as demonic in appearance as the outside “Father Dreamari!” one of the4 monks came running over, clearly enthralled to either Dreamari or one of his ilk “I see you have brought home some cattle, shall I take it to the pens for you?”

Dreamari scoffed at his offer “no, Paul is it” the monk nodded “well your services wont be needed tonight, though there is a young girl on the other side of the street, take her in the side entrance and feed her, then send her on her way” Paul nodded and reverently bowed as he walked away to do his masters bidding. Dreamari carried her to the confessional, placing her inside and locking the door on her, she would wake eventually.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

She came around gradually and it was some moments before Catherine realised that she wasn't dreaming this dark, quiet place. The hard wood of the seat she had been placed on dug into her spine and she straightened slowly, feeling her way around the wooden prison she was in. A confessional? She peered through the elaborately carved aperture into the other chamber but could see nobody there.

Then she remembered the priest, that strange, tall man with the scent of death upon his clothes and demonic madness in his eyes. Shock immobilised her completely, she failed to draw breath and doubled over, clutching at her chest as her heart flailed around inside it desperately. In another moment though, Catherine regained her wits and threw herself against the door of the confessional. It was locked or barricaded somehow and she beat upon it with her fists, screaming at the top of her lungs for someone to come and help her. Surely someone would hear and come to her rescue?

 

[kittenofdeath]

Father Dreamari looked up from the book he was reading when he heard the screams of his latest catch, practically salivating on reflex to the sound of his preys scream “and now it begins” he put down his book and walked to the confessionals, calmly ignoring the screams and sitting in the adjoining booth as he sat down and pushed the small window open “I am glad to see that you are awake, I became worried when you collapsed in the street, luckily I recognized a landmark and was able to safely carry you back home”

He gave her a moment to let it all sink in, but continued talking when he thought she was about to speak “I’m afraid I cannot allow you to leave though, it is far to late for me to leave and escort you, so you may use one of the bedrooms for the night, we were just about to sit down to dinner” he licked his lips, he could smell her blood through her skin and it made him itch to not smash through the flimsy wood and drink his fill immediately “would you care to join us?”

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Catherine stared at him, wide eyed and hysterical. The calm modulation of his voice made her feel suddenly foolish and she strove for calm, reminding herself that whatever this man's intentions were, panic would only aid him. She endeavoured to appear contrite while she tried vainly to remember what had happened before she lost consciousness. She did not feel as though she had been interfered with in any way but his decision to lock her in the confessional was a strange one indeed.

"I am sorry father. I woke alone in the darkness and found I was trapped here. I did not know where I was or how I came to be here and I was very frightened. There was no cause to shut me in here like a rat in a trap. Would you please open this door?" Catherine avoided the offer of dinner and a room. She did not want to stay here but to say so while still incarcerated like this would be lunacy. She attempted instead to look properly affronted, as any decent young woman would at being trapped thus. She turned to the confessional door and stared at it expectantly, willing the priest to open it without further delay.

 

[kittenofdeath]

He could hear the fear on her voice, she reeked of it, he didn’t for a second believe that she was going to be co-operative, just the way he liked it. "Of course, the door was locked so no one would stumble upon your sleeping form, it was for your safety" more lies, he was just continuing the charade to amuse himself at this point. he walked from the confessional and took the lock off the door, opening it wide for her "I apologize again" he took her arm and lead her out of the confining booth, then began to walk her in the direction of the alter.

“Now as I was saying, food, we don’t have much, but I think we have enough for you” he knew she was about to flee, so his hold on her arm tightened, denying her any opportunity to escape “do you have any preferences for the meal? I must warn you, the choices are limited”

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Catherine willed herself to act casual and she told the priest that she cared not what she ate and would sleep but little in such a strange place. She said again that family would be wondering where she had got to and vowed to leave at first light and not intrude on his hospitality for longer than was needful. The priest nodded and smiled at everything she said so that Catherine was certain that he was not really listening to her.

They reached the altar and she stared at him, wondering what he wanted here. Was he going to offer her wine with her meal? Catherine was not about to consume alcohol in this place with this man. His hand was still on her arm and she decided to flee as soon as he released his grip on her. There was something sinister and unnatural about him. Catherine wanted out of here.

 

[kittenofdeath]

Father Dreamari just smiled and nodded as she spoke, it didn’t matter what she said, he would soon begin to bore of his game, and then he would just take her by force. when they reached the alter he stopped, taking a second to eye her neck hungrily before turning away so she wouldn’t notice his gaze. "Just wait here, feel free to sit if you wish, i will go and see to making a meal"

He let her go and slowly walked from the room, departing through a door next to the great cross at the end of the church, it was surprising that she hadn’t noticed what was wrong with it though, normally an upside down cross would catch someone’s attention. He knew full well that she would try to escape now that he was out of the room, but its not like there was any chance of her succeeding, the doors and windows were locked.

"The question is" he mused as he walked to a regal basin of blood, the inscriptions on it making it look like it should be holy water inside "what does they prey do, when it realizes its trapped?" he laughed to himself, then waved a hand over the pool of blood, magic coursing through the red liquid and transforming the surface in to a window, opening out in to the room he had left her in.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Catherine marched over to the doors and a cursory rattle told her that they were locked. Part of her still wanted to believe that the priest was sincere and had locked the doors out of prudence. Just as she stood and contemplated this theory, she noticed the inverted cross. As a herbalist and midwife, she knew her lore and her folk tales. An inverted cross was a sign of the devil, it denoted the presence of a demon or dark spirit. Catherine tried the windows and failed to find an escape route.

Desperate,she seized a heavy book and launched it at the nearest window. It smashed with a satisfyingly earthly sound and Catherine scrambled up to the vaulted, stained glass window, hefting her torso through and then pulling her flanks behind her. She cared not what the priest thought any more, she had had enough of pretence.

"HELP ME!" she bellowed through the aperture, hoping that somebody might be around.

 

[kittenofdeath]

Father Dreamari just laughed at the antics of his prisoner as she broke through the window, mentioning that she would pay for that to a servant as he brought him a glass of what appeared to be red wine, in truth he had half expected her to do that, though he was hoping she would try to escape without breaking his very old and very expensive windows, but none the less, all was according to plan, he even had some of his fellow vampire waiting in the wings to... persuade her, that attempting to leave would not be in her best interests.

****************

Meanwhile, outside, the girl had just begun to bellow in to the night for help, sadly for her, the only things with a heartbeat close enough to hear were either enthralled to the vampires or locked up in their homes, not stupid enough to try and help yet another stupid woman they had ensnared.

“What is it? I’m sure that you didn’t need to wake everybody up” a woman’s taunting voice cut through the night as she drew closer, stopping while her face was still obscured by shadow, her dress making her look like a noble.

“Are you sure the fuss was worth is lass?” another voice joined the woman, and then another, all taunting her, telling her to run, to submit, to die, the voices coming from all manner of people, nobles, beggars, commoners, men, women, children, and they all began to close in, licking their lips at the thought of what they could do to her.

“Such primitive animals, you mortals” one voice silenced them all, the father, sitting in the window she had smashed, not even bothering to look at her as he spoke “no natural defenses, limited abilities, driven by a basic need to survive” he held out his hand and a bat flew right in and latched on to his sleeve “pleasure, pain, loyalty, family, all an afterthought”

In an instant he grabbed the bat and his whole face changed, he was by no means calming before, but now he resembled a demon, his mouth open in a vicious smile that brought his cruel fangs to bare, his eyes widening, a window to the depths of anger, depravity and evil that replaced his soul “primitive was flattering, pathetic would be more appropriate” his grip tightened, making the bat write in pain “rather than use what little intelligence you have and accept fate, taking the few pleasures I would have given you before I took what I wanted, you decided to run, now I will merely take, and you shall receive naught!”

He stopped holding back and the bats flimsy body could take no more, giving way with a sickening crunch and a spurt of blood “now” he pounced from the windowsill to her and knocked her to the ground, his long braid of blue black hair falling down next to her face as he loomed over her “dinner is served” he licked his lips, the speed of the movement almost snakelike, and without any further warning his lips parted and his head darted down to her neck, his fangs sinking in to her flesh as their audience laughed and cheered.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Catherine screamed as he descended upon her, the taunts and jeers ringing in her skull. He was far too strong for her and her struggles were to no avail. The vampire grabber her bound up hair, pulling it free as he used it to yank her head back. His weight pressed onto her and she felt the points of his fangs as they penetrated her flesh. His lips pressed against her skin, wet but cold and made a sort of seal. Then she felt her lifeblood start to leave her.

He held her there for what seemed like forever, consuming more and more of her blood. She felt his lips become warmer even as the loss of blood made her cold and clammy, reducing her her futile struggles to little more than a violent shiver.

Catherine laid there, terrified. Was he going to drain her dry? He had said that she would be left with nought. Was he going to poison her with his curse, turn her into a vampire herself?

By the time he reluctantly detached himself from her wounded neck, Catherine was drifting in and out of consciousness, barely coherent. She stared up at him, helpless, watching a trickle of her precious life force as it leaked from the corner of his mouth.

 

[kittenofdeath]

The taste was exquisite, he had chosen well, and all that he had forced her through had given her such a rich texture, and when he finally had his fill he let her go and rose to his feet, the mild telepathic link he had with all his children letting the feelings of post feeding ecstasy flow through them "go, tonight is special, I do not care if you case havoc, I do not care if you burn the city to the ground, just feast, drink until your eyes glaze red!" they went wild with bloodlust and rushed in every direction, filling the night with the stench of fear, the sound of terrified screams soon accompanying it "good" he picked up her limp body and jumped up to the windowsill "tonight shall be one of terror, blood, and beginnings"

****************

A fast paced violin solo echoed through the stone underground as she began to awaken from her blood loss induced sleep, the unnerving tune going unnoticed by those who had been there long enough, and those who had been longer even swayed slightly to the music as it seamed to lift their spirits.

“You’re awake?” a voice spoke out over the tune, a woman in an expensive red silk robe approached her, the tie holding it closed so loose a light breeze would send it open, not that there would be any down here. she had been here much longer, the pale skin showed that, it was almost enough for her to pass as a vampire herself, but the slight wrinkles and the few stray grey hairs told otherwise “oh good, master will be most pleased by this, what is your name?”