Blood Bond (closed)

[Wolk]

It's a cool night, but I don't mind. The dark business suit keeps me warm, and even if it didn't, I don't mind the cold. I never have, especially after my... But here they come. My business associates, if you want to put it this way. They have a suitcase and I have one. They open theirs and I see that it is full of money. I allow myself a small smile and their leader grins back. "Now yours," he demands. They feel in charge. There are five, all of them keep guns under their jackets, it's plain as day. At this point I still remember what day looks like.

I nod and open my own case. Much to their surprise, the 'merchandise' is not there; instead, a submachinegun is neatly nested on the velvet. I pick it up and cock the bolt, while they draw out their guns and start firing. They shot first and two of the bullets bit into my chest. Those hurt. And harm. But not kill. Not me.

The MP5 is raised and a series of short bursts neutralizes my 'associates' one after another. By the time it's over four more nine millemeter holes are in my body, but the five foes are down. I examine them one by one and find two that are still alive. I kneel and rip their clothes off, revealing the bulletwounds. My mouth covers the neat hole and I suck, hungrily drinking in the blood, which stinks slightly of lead and burnt gunpowder. It tastes revolting, for my tastes, but it works. By the time I'm done drinking, the holes in my own body have healed completely, depositing deformed bullets from my body onto the asphalt with quiet clanks. Now only the holes in my clothes hint at my past wounds. I stand up, surveying the scene again. All five dead, but from the side I hear a soft, pain-filled moan. It's a girl. She was hiding behind a dumpster, trapped at the end of the alley by our sudden appearance and having no way to sneak away. In the shootout, she caught two bullets, and I could tell she caught them in a bad place. Now she was going to die and all the doctors in the world wouldn't save her.

I try not to be a beast. Most of us do. Most clans realize that the beast in each and every one of us will do us more harm than good. Vampires of my clan fight the beast for utility, if nothing else. We know that we are only in control while IT isn't. Our power, our pleasure, even our very survival depends on this control. Even in this... life, we must maintain our humanity. Those who behave like animals become one. Every innocent they kill takes away from their grip, pushes them closer to being a monster, until finally they are running about and attacking every human they see, ignorant of the consequences. Humans get killed, they get killed, they alert the humans to our presence. It's a bad deal for everyone.

I am telling you all this to explain why I did what I did. I couldn't let an innocent die, especially not her. She was too innocent; she had no business being there, in that alley, where we had a shootout.

I went down on one knee next to her, looking her over, and sighed. So beautiful, so unfortunate tonight. It doesn't matter if it was my bullet or not that hit her. If she died I would feel responsible for the rest of my days. So I slit my wrist and held it to her mouth. She sucked hungrily, until I pulled my hand away. I could see her own wounds starting to lessen, the bleeding stopping. Now she was going to live. Unfortunately, she wasn't going to be OK. Giving her my blood was worse than giving her crack. Now she would crave it again, but, hopefully will never know what happened to her, will never find me, and will eventually get over it.

I left her there that night and disappeared into the darkness with a suitcase full of money. 'The lair' where I spent my days, was not the easiest place to get to, albeit an easy one to find if you knew where to look. It was a large private forest, wooded so heavily that even during the day the sun was not bright enough to hurt me, especially if the day was cloudy. The two-storey castle-like home was merely a superstructure over the large four-storey deep basement where I lived. There was also a subway line nearby and a sewer main, both of which were connected to my dwelling. This way I could move around even during the day, within reason.

OOC:
BTW, I think it needs mentioning that this SRP as well as another one me and MI had about vampires is heavily influenced by Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines in particular and White Wolf in general. Not that I think anybody cares, but let it be known that this is fan-fiction rather than plagirism.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

It was dark, and I thought it would be the end. I always used this alley to cut through to get home. Tonight was the night things would change. I felt the bullet slam into me, on after another. I was huddled in a pool of my own blood when he stepped up to me. I could hardly see him, my vision was blurred.

"Wh...wha.." I mumbled but he stopped me. He slit his wrist and I felt the warm blood drip into my mouth. I swallowed it and laid there. My eyes closed and when I woke, the sun had risen and he was gone. But...something inside of me made me need to find him. "I don't even know his name..." I mumbled as I looked down at my bloodstained clothing.

"I...I need to find him..." I whispered, and when I had showered and changed, I went out to find him. Something called me towards a small gathering a trees, I could almost see them as I walked down the street.

 

[Wolk]

The nighttime operations like the one last night were not very frequent. The power of my clan, the talent that gives us our position in this world was organization and leadership. We were the CEOs, the commanders, even just simple dominant individuals. The blood of their victims gives a vampire power, which he or she can channel in different ways. The simplest way and one almost every vampire familiar with is to use the blood to boost one's physical abilities for a short time. For the less than a minute, I can become agile as a cat, have the dexterity of Mozart, and be effortlessly juggling several hundred pound weights at the same time. But there are other uses for the blood's power. One clan has developed an entire school of magic-like tricks, another uses the power to summon, but control their inner beast, turning into ferocious animal-like forms and still maintaining full sanity, another clan yet learned to use this power to help obfuscate themselves, able to stay unseen in a room where there is seemingly nowhere to hide. My clan, I think, has the best use for this natural power out there. We augment the natural power of our personality and weaken the will of our target. This makes them open to our suggestions and prone to do what we tell them. Thus, we can dominate other intelligent beings, be they humans or vampires. It is only natural, then, that we be the leaders and organizers.

I had my own little organization. It wasn't very powerful, but it did not need to be. I took my orders from a higher level leader, and he in turn took his from another one. All together we comprised the most organized and most powerful entity in the underworld. We could, and did, influence affairs of both vampires and humans, organizing the efforts of kindred of many clans, ghouls, and humans that were played blind. There were many of the latter. Power laid in numbers and powerful as they were, kindred were not and must never become very numerous. It was through influence on organizations of kine that we had much of our power and ability to shield ourselves from those zealous humans who wanted to destroy us.

Like most vampires, I was not active during the day. The machine I governed was, of course, hard at work, but it did not need my direct supervision. There were other kindred, and they had ghouls, who in turn commanded human supervisors of workers. None of those on the lower levels even knew me, much less wondered where I was at each moment.

Now, too, I laid back on my large, but firm bed deep in the basement under my house, and fell into a slumber, relying on my superb alarm systems and human familiars to keep me safe.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

I walked down the streets, walking in circles for hours, trying to make up my mind. Why did I need to find him? Why did I need to go into this forest? IT was getting dark and I bit the bullet. I didn't know if I was going to find him in there, but something made me think so. I walked in. It was quiet and the late day sun didn't even filter through the dense tree branches.

I walked through, but my footsteps were faster then normal. A huge shadow loomed not far off. I approached it and losing my last shread of sanity, I rung the bell. I didn't know if it was even night time, the entire forest had an eerie darkness about it.

 

[Wolk]

The cameras caught her long before she approached the door, but those on guard didn't let her know it. Her steps were followed with all-seeing electronic eyes and piercing gazes analyzed the screen with her image. She didn't come across as one of their enemies; those usually looked far more sneaky and less unsure.

So she was allowed to make it to the door and a moment after she rang the door opened. A man stood behind it, looking her up and down. He wore a straight black business suit, navy tie contrasting with his white shirt. Sunglasses were hardly necessary in the thick shadows of the trees on this overcast day, but the man wore them anyway. His jet-black hair was straight and slick, he wore it back, which suited his darker-skinned complexion well. He looked Mediterrainean, perhaps Italian or Spanish, or even Latin American.

"Yes?" He dropped, not being the man of many words.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

I stood there, at a loss for words, a split second longer and I would have been out of sight of the door. Now that is had been answered, I was at a loss for words. "Ummm..." I drew softly looking up at him. I knew it wasnt him.

"THis is going to sound insane..." I mumbled to myself as I looked down and back up. "May I speak to the....the man of the house?" I offered hopefully as I searched his face. I was hoping I wasn't too off base, I didn't even know his name.

 

[Wolk]

The man looked at her silently for a while, wondering. It wasn't th emost usual of requests. Of course, he wasn't going to let her in, nor ask a vampire outside during daytime. Shade or not, daylight was never pleasant.

"What makes you think it's not my house?" He said finally. "If you have business here you can talk to me."

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

"Because you're not him, now.." I had to reign in my rage and calm myself, I was even puzzeled at the surge of emotion. "Nevermind, I'll go...sorry for wasting your time." I said softly, my face falling as I turned to leave. I didn't know how I was going to find him, and it was horrible.

I don't know what I would do if I never saw him again.

 

[Wolk]

The man didn't let her in yet, but he wasn't going to just let her go either. Any strange visitor had to be explained and figured out.

"Hey," he said. "Not so fast."

A firm hand on her shoulder made the visitor stop. After she turned around, the man asked:

"Do you know somebody who lives here?" He talked in a measured tone, but it was also evident she wasn't going to be allowed to just up and leave until he got what he wanted to know from her. "Tell me why you're here and I'll see what I can do, ok?" He gave her something that might count for a smile.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

I almost shivered as I felt his hand on my shoulder. I turned, and listening to him, bit my lip. "THis is going to sound insane. I think I know the man who lives here....he...he saved me and I don't know why I'm here except, I can't see myself being anywhere else....yeah, call the police now, it's alright." I joked, rubbing my arms self consiously.

"I couldn't even tell you what he looked like, truth be told, I didn't get a good look at him.." I sighed as I looked up at him.

 

[Wolk]

The man studied her, expressionless, not showing understanding, but also not looking surprised at such an odd explaination. He could've been expecting it because she was in the right place, or could've simply been a well-schooled guard.

"Did you kiss him? On the wrist, or anywhere else?"

This odd and seemingly inappropriate question was asked in all seriousness, as if the guy was a cop asking for driver's license and registration on a routine traffic stop.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

I'm sure my eyes lit up with. "YES!" I almost shouted. "Yes, his wrist, he...he held it to my wrist and....I didn't die. I was supposed to....by all rights I should be...but I kissed his wrist and I woke up hours later and he was gone...and I had to come here..." I said softly as I looked up at him biting my lip.

 

[Wolk]

The man studied her for a little longer, then nodded.

"Turn around, put your hands on the wall." He told her, pushing her gently in just the right way until she found herself facing the wall just like he asked her.

Firm hands began moving up and down her body, frisking her clothes, making sure nothing was concealed underneath. He took out her wallet, silencing her protests. After making sure nothing was concealed there, he emptied the coins into his palm and then put her wallet back, leaving the bills and documents intact. Then he took her keys.

"You'll get it all back," he told her, then nodded at the door. "Come in."

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

I was puzzeled as I leaned against the wall and felt him pat me down. I protested as he pulled my things out and searched through them. I bit my lip and moved to stand again. "Th...THank you.." I said puzzeled still as I walked into the lush home, marveling at the size and lavishness.

"So...where is he?" I asked looking back to the man who was now calmly closing the door.

 

[Wolk]

"He is not to be disturbed now," the guard politely answered. "I will take you to the guest room for now. And when he sees you he will do what he thinks right."

He walked down the hall, having her follow, leading her to a large room with black leather couches and a dark carpet. The room had only one window, narrow and covered by thick, darkened glass. It was more of an arrow-slit than a window, really, which fit perfectly with the castle-like setup of the place. There, she would be left to wait for hours, supervised, of course, until the one she came to see awakens from his daily sleep.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

I sighed and soon was curled up on one of the large couches. I liked the darkness, it was weird but I always seemed to like the night, and darkness, and now I was living it. I closed my eyes after an hour of waiting, and fell asleep. I wondered whether this waS all a big joke.

I woke some hours later. Still alone in the room, though I could hear footsteps echoing down the tiled hall.

 

[Wolk]

The darkness fell and lights came on all over the house and the basement. They were bright, but not like halogen. The place didn't quite feel hospital-bright, but it was good, rich office building kind of bright.

The lights must have stirred her awake, because when I entered the guest room she was already facing the door. I already knew who she was, having recognized her on camera. It was a little sad that she found me; I was hoping she would forget about what happened somehow, but the blood is a powerful thing. It will be nearly supreme after the blood bond is fully established. Now I had to decide what to do with her. Part of me wanted to chase her away, another considered if I should keep her.

I looked her up and down. Red hair, pretty face, a figure that surely made her an object of men's desires. Then I saw her character in her green eyes and it nearly sealed the decision. I didn't want to enslave a girl like this to my blood's power.

"What are you doing here?" I finally asked.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

My eyes lit up as he entered the room. I had heard him come down the hall, and waited patiently. When he entered I saw him and immediately I knew I had to be with him, no matter what he said or did, I would stay with him.

"I don't know, I...I had to see you. You saved me....you're a vampyre aren't you?" I asked in a soft tone, as if afraid to offend, or get him mad at me in anyway.

 

[Wolk]

She knew too much and had too much intelligence for my liking; now it would be a whole lot harder to have her forget and move on as normal. Of course, none of it showed on my face. I smiled, as if humoring her.

"Aren't you a little too old to believe in fairies and vampires?" I said, coming around the couch and sitting across from her. "What made you think I'm a vampire, anyway? What do you think you saw? Did I jump around and suck people's blood, or did I turn into a bat all of the sudden?"

I could see she wasn't expecting me to deny it after what she saw, but I did with a perfectly straight face. I smiled then, as if giving a long-time friend good advice.

"Listen, darling, if you go around telling people you saw vampires sucking somebody's blood, or saving your life, or flying, or pulling rabbits magically out of a hat, or something like that, they are just going to lock you up. Do you understand that?" I waited until she nodded. "Good. Most of what happened in that alley was your own imagination, and the rest you are much better off forgetting, as I'm sure you already realized."

"What's your name?" I asked finally, and when she told me, I smiled and called her back by it. "It was a pleasure meeting you," I told her then. "Nino will escort you to the exit."

With that I left. It was better this way. If she had the tiniest chance at all of escaping the bond, this might give her the necessary shove, and if she didn't... well, then she would find me soon enough again. And again.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

As he spoke, I couldn't help but be a bit disappointed. I only glanced back at him, almost longingly as I was escorted out. Why had I even come here? I couldn't believe I had been so stupid. I walked out into the forest and sighed. I moved slowly through them, and the farther I got from the house, the stronger the longing to be back with him became.

I made myself go home. I made myself eat, even though I wasn't hungry. I laid down and stared at the ceiling. I slept maybe an hour the entire night, tossing and turning in my bed. My head was a buzz with thoughts of him, the sound of his voice.

As morning rose I woke in a sweat, wrapped in my blankets. I shook my head, I needed to see him again, but he had made it clear he didn't want to see me.

 

[Wolk]

The next night was one I spent outside of the lair. In a large conference room there sat figures with paler skin and slightly longer talons than normal people had. They gathered at eleven, when alll other businesses were long closed, and held the meeting for several hours. It was boring, really.

But by three o'clock in the morning I finally got out and sat back into my car. It was time to relax a little. To have fun, to feed on a fresh, warm neck. Today I decided not to go to one of our clubs, but visit one frequented mostly by humans unfamiliar with our existance. There wouldn't be strict security at the gates, but that also ment the selection inside would be more full, less expected. Ten minutes later I was aleady among the jumping, dancing crowd.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

As the night came, I dressed up. I needed to stop thinking about him, I needed to get him out of my brain. I curled my short hair and made up my face. I was dressed to kill, my short black leather skirt hugged my hips, and my matching halter top almost made my tits spill out.

My boots clicked on the pavement outside as I made my way to the club I frequented. I stepped in and ordered a drink, leaning against the bar, surveying the club.

 

[Wolk]

The club was wild at this late hour of the night. Most of those still remaining were dancing crazily, like the uninhibited drunk party animals that they were. I hardly fit in at all with my suit on, although I did not look too formal either. The jacket and pants were a soft beige, or brown, depending on how the light fell. I had no tie and the top few buttons of my shirt were undone.

I looked at the bar and noticed a redhead who didn't bounce around like the rest, just sitting there and drinking alone. From behind she looked quite a bit like the ghoul I reluctantly created and whom I tried to set straight by kicking her out. Curious, I approached to take a seat next to her and smiled inwardly, though my lips barely moved.

"Have you been stalking me?" I accused her jokingly. I wondered if she really was, but it didn't matter. One way or another, she found me again and so perhaps she could no longer resist the bond after all. If it was so, then it would be more human to satisfy her cravings than to let her suffer them.

"What's your name?"

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

I looked up from the deep amber liquid of my Jack Daniels. The music was starting to get to me, and when I looked up, he was there. This man whom I couldn't get out of my mind, this man who consumed my every thought. It was if I had thought about him and he had appeared.

"I...I'm Lilith..." I managed, trying to calm my tone and the rapid beating of my heart. "I don't know what you did to me, but help me, or.....or make it stop.." I said softly as I downed my double shot of Jack and looked up at him.

 

[Wolk]

Stop it, wouldn't that be nice? That I could save her life without taking away the freedoms worth living for. I shook my head slowly.

"I wish I could," I said. "But that is the price attached to the new lease on life. You will always feel it now, the adoration, the irresistable need for me, the eager willingness to do anything and everything I desire..." I took a drink and sipped it. "There is nothing I can do about it. Only you can try to fight it and break free, but do it early, because with each hour the bond gets stronger and stronger. That is why I sent you out yesterday. By now I don't think you have much of a chance left, but go on and give it a try. I will be wishing you luck." I patted her on the shoulder encouragingly and smiled, then paused and my lips returned to a neutral state. "If you can't or don't want to do it, return to my home and kneel before me as a slave. Then you will feel wonderful, but never be free of me again."