The Vampire's Servant

[Veroe]

((Closed for Myself and Belvino))​

IC: Gabriel Alexander Mikhail Lancaster

Gabriel was hungry. He'd been feeding only functionally the past five weeks as he traveled, but now that he'd reached Chicago he wanted a meal. Preferrably brunette and young, who's soft yielding body would serve him well as he took her blood. He would hold her down, drink his fill and fuck her hard. Push his hard cock into her as deep as it would reach, deep enough he'd be taking claim onto very her soul with every thrust. He'd push her to come around him time and time again for hours without respite, and then he'd fill her with the gift of his come at the same time his fangs entered her neck and he drank her blood down. One fluid out one fluid in simultaneously, forming a beautiful circle of dominance and submission.

Just imagining it made him hard enough to cut diamonds, and heat to shimmer in his eyes.

He'd been using bags of blood from a freezer like freeze-dried packets of food would nourish a camper lost in the woods alive, but like most Vampires, his desire for blood was inextricably linked to a predatory need to dominate his prey sexually. Without that the blood had no taste. No life to it.

He had chose to drive a custom Ferrari F12 Berlinetta. It was a masterpiece of an automobile. It was so very fast, and expensive, but it responded to every motion, even the whim of where he wanted to take it, like a dream, like a servant should. It made driving the speed limit in it difficult. It wanted to be pushed to its limits, it was a sin to keep such an exquisite machine relegated to that of its mundane peers.

Gabriel pulled the car up to a dive bar under the El-train on East 13th street named the Sidecar. He had no idea why he had chosen it, only that the instincts of a predator within him told him he'd find the prey he was looking for inside.

He entered surveying the patrons inside savoring their beers with the eye of someone would have surveying the club's menu. The males were instantly out. Tonight he wanted female companionship. A shame really there were a few men with fine broad shoulders with Chicago Fire dept. T-shirts on in the corner that were quite tempting, but no. So he passed over the women scattered throughout the establishment. Too old. Too married. There was a pretty blond at a table trying to get out of a disappointing first date. That was a possibility, but then he saw the brunette at the bar, and Gabriel knew he had found what he'd been hunting for.

Her back was to him, so her face may look like constipated bulldog's. But she had brunette hair trailing to midway down the narrow slope of her back like a peaceful surf. The path led him to the tight tiny ass perched on the barstool she sat on enjoying her beer. The ass alone would be worth his notice, but she had the right aura of someone at the end of a line in how she held herself, how she pulled on the Miller Lite like it may be the last she could afford that night and for a few more nights after this one.

He walked up to the bar and sat at the stool besides her. He didn't turn to the bartender, he ignored him completely. He had already chosen what he wanted to drink. He looked at her, watched her, and made no secret of his regard being fixed on her.

When she noticed the attention she was getting from him he answered her question, "I am a man that appreciates exquisite women."

He noticed the money she had put down to pay the bartender for the beer. It was barely enough, and from the state of the bills he'd say she had dug them out of the sofa cushions or pulled them out of a sock. He could also hear the rumbling of an empty stomach she was choosing to ignore.

When she lifted the bottle for another drink he reached out and took it from her hand. Leaning over the bar he upended the bottle of Miller Lite and poured it down the sink tucked behind it. Then he took her money rolled it up and tucked into his inside coat pocket.

She of course was quite in a state of bemusement mixed with outright hostility about that.

In answer to her query Gabriel nodded to a table a few over from where the blond was rising from her balding date feigning a sudden family emergency to escape him.

"That table," He told her, "Come. Have something to eat with me before we leave for the night. I'll give you back your money in the morning."

With that he rose up and strode over to the indicated table. He pulled out one chair for her, and then walked around the table and sat waiting and watching her.

She would come, and he would fuck her and feed from her before going back to the last leg of his journey home.

 

[Belvino]

Eva Lidano

The room was hot and stuffy. The windows had been closed and probably remained that way for the entire day. The air felt heavy and oppressive and there was something of a palpable tension. Eva could see that the director’s face was pinched and worn and his assistant appeared tired though was trying with all his might to seem alert. When she seated herself in the leather chair before their desk she was startled by the coolness of the fabric. It did not match the atmosphere. The assistant failed to stifle a yawn which awarded him a stern glare from the director. Eva swallowed back her apprehension and managed a weak smile.

“Ms. Lidano, I’m sure you’re aware of the loss of our biggest client just last month,” the director said.

“Yes sir I was part of the team responsible for reconciling the finances associated with that account,” Eva replied her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel her stomach clenching into a tight ball.

“Yes… well then I’m sure you also know that we have been unable to absorb the loss of that client and unfortunately are now required to make cut backs,” the director paused and for the first time since Eva had entered the office stared directly into her eyes, “I regret to inform you but we can no longer keep you employed with our office. Richard here will help you with all the paperwork.”

Eva felt her stomach drop into her feet. She could barely hear Richard saying something about a termination contract. Her mouth felt dry and almost instantly the room was too much and she needed to get out. Eva was a determined individual. She had lived in the state foster system since she was a young girl and had aged out at the age of 18. Eva had put herself through college often working several jobs in order to pay the bills. When she graduated she landed a position at Lawson & Davidson and had been steadily climbing the career ladder ever since.

Unfortunately like many other businesses the firm suffered when the recession hit and as a result had lost several big name clients over the years. For a while the firm had hung on but even now it seemed they were losing too much. Eva sighed out loud and glanced about the dimly lit seating of the train. She had moved like a zombie since the meeting with the director. Her mind was entirely in another place and she didn’t even remember packing the sparse decorations that adorned her desk. All she had left of that part of her past fit into a small cardboard box perched on the seat beside her.

13th Street Station, please watch your step. The electronic voice echoed throughout the cabin before the doors creaked open and Eva rose to her feet. She left the box on the seat and was just beginning to descend the stairs to the street below when a voice yelled, “Wait!" but the train doors closed and took off with her belongings and a confused passenger staring at her through the glass.

Eva continued her descent unsure why she had even got off the train. Her apartment was still several blocks away and certainly not within walking distance. Especially considering the heels that still adorned her feet. Something had motivated her to come here to this dark and somewhat dingy looking part of town. The flickering neon lights caught her gaze and she focused on the brightly lit sign for what appeared to be a bar of sorts. At least that was what she gathered from all the beer ads that filled the windows like some garish painting.

Eva crossed the street without another thought and pushed through the doors of the bar finding herself a seat at the tall counter. The bartender came over and smiled at her.

“What will you have?” he asked.

“Whatever beer is cheapest,” Eva replied while pulling out several crumpled bills from her wallet. She passed some to the bartender and while she waited for her drink she began undoing her French braid. Her fingers worked deftly to undue the plait and her chestnut hued hair pooled down her back. She massaged her fingers into her scalp her eyes partially closed as she tried to focus on releasing all the tension from the day. This would probably be her last night out in a long time and she really wanted to savor the experience.

The bartender finally came around with her drink which Eva began nursing as if it was the last beer she would ever have. She was lost in her own thoughts when she felt a change in the air around her. There was somebody standing next to her and must have moved up to the bar to order. Yet when she turned her green eyes on the mysterious stranger she was met by the stare of one of the most handsome men she had seen in a long time, possibly ever. Her mouth almost fell open but she had enough sense to keep it closed. Her gaze appraised the man before her who was imposingly tall with a strong jaw and piercing blue eyes.

A brow raised questioningly as she realized that this man was not ordering and had instead been staring her down the entire time. “Excuse me, do you need something?”

I am a man that appreciates exquisite women, he answered her.

Eva bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud. This man was certainly forward and probably used to getting what he wanted she mused. With those looks it was likely not very hard for him to pick up whatever woman he wanted. She grabbed her beer again unsure of what to say to him and was just beginning to raise it to her lips when he pulled it out of her grasp.

“Hey!” she exclaimed as her mouth formed into an annoyed frown. He took her money off the counter after dumping out her beer and deposited it into the pocket of his coat. Her jaw grew slack at that and she stared at him in a state of shock.

“What are you doing? You can’t take that,” she took a step toward him but he had already begun moving away.

That table, he told her, Come. Have something to eat with me before we leave for the night. I'll give you back your money in the morning.

“No! You’ll give it to me now,” she said but he had walked away from her to the table he had indicated earlier. He was standing there now watching her and she stood in place for a long while unsure of what to do. Even though she only had about half the beer she would still have to pay for it and he had taken off with her money.

Angrily she walked over to him her heels clicking hard on the wood floors of the bar. She stood to the side of the table her arms folded beneath her breasts as she stared up at him.

“Is that how you pick up all women? I’m sure they really appreciate the act,” she said sarcastically, shaking her head. She listened to his response which did nothing to alleviate the irritation she was feeling towards him, but it was his forceful command that she sit combined with a subtle shift in his features that left her grasping the back of the chair. His eyes bore into her and she unwillingly settled into the seat her hands nervously clasped in her lap.

“What makes you think that I’m going home with you?” Her mind had flashed back to his earlier comment. A very sure statement that he had made of his intent. Indeed he was handsome but Eva knew nothing of this man. He could be some crazed killer for all she knew and here she was sitting at a table with him trying to have a polite conversation despite the fact that he had stolen from her.

“I would really appreciate it if you gave me my money back so I can leave. I have had a long day already and…” she trailed off. She had been focused on the table top but now she risked a glance at the man who had seated himself so close to her that she felt his hip press into hers. Eva reflexively leaned away from him uncomfortable with his closeness.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Gabriel Lancaster

“Hey!” She asked in outrage, “What are you doing? You can’t take that,”

In answer to her query Gabriel nodded to a table a few over from where the blond was rising from her balding date feigning a sudden family emergency to escape him.

"That table," He told her, "Come. Have something to eat with me before we leave for the night. I'll give you back your money in the morning."

With that he rose up and strode over to the indicated table. He pulled out one chair for her, and then walked around the table and sat waiting and watching her.

She would come, and he would fuck her and feed from her before going back to the last leg of his journey home.

“No," She exclaimed coming up after him, "You’ll give it to me now!"

For a moment she stood there arms crossed glaring down at him like a child holding her breath until she got her way. He sat an eyebrow arched, waiting patiently for her to comply. He knew what had drawn him to her then. There was a stubborn resilience, an ambition driving her, an independent spirit behind her eyes that was very attractive to him.

She was very pretty in a streetwise practical way. She had slim hips and if he were to judge he'd guess her bust-size was somewhere around a B-cup. However she was lithe and looked very flexible (he'd see just how flexible later tonight), and she had a face that would make a fashion model green with envy if she applied herself to highlighting her beauty with make-up.

“Is that how you pick up all women," She asked acidly, "I’m sure they really appreciate the act.”

He shook his head and looked her in the eye, "There is no act, no flirty game of half-hearted promises from a would be prince charming, and no beating around the bush. You know outright what I want from you tonight."

He raised his hand and pointed her to the chair he had pulled out for her and commanded, "Sit." Then he made a slight shift in his features loosening his mask of imperiousness and letting her see underneath, but only for just a moment.

“What makes you think that I’m going home with you?” She asked sitting down into the chair.

"Because you are intrigued by me," He answered, "Or else you wouldn't have sat down in that chair." He leaned in wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pressing his hip to hers.

“I would really appreciate it if you gave me my money back so I can leave," She asked trying to lean away from the contact of his body against hers, "I have had a long day already and…”

She was keeping her eyes down on the table's surface but she chanced a glance up to look Gabriel in the eye. In this moment he could reach out with his mind to envelop hers and compel her. It was how Vampires had hunted for millennia afterall. Mentally force his will upon her to obey his every word like a puppet on his strings, but if he had wanted a puppet he'd have gotten an InhServ servant years ago. No her independence and strength was an invaluable part of her. She was a wildflower he'd found in a field of weeds, and he did not want to crush it as he savored her beauty.

Gabriel had spent decades traveling around the world, and in that time he'd seen and experienced much of human civilization. He'd grown to respect them, not necessarily as equals. Vampire superiority ran deep in his DNA and upbringing but he respected them the way a hunter would respect the deer he slew to feed off of and honor the sacrifice it made so he may live. He didn't intend to kill this woman tonight just give her a night she'd never forget and a night would that would nourish him on his journey to walk into the stronghold of his enemy, the usurper.

To her words he raised his hand and stroked her cheek tenderly. "You are hungry for food and an ear to lay it all out to. Fortunately I will pay for your supper and have two ears to listen to your story with."

His fingers cupped her chin, "You have the look of someone that has fought and struggled for everything they have. Tell me, my pretty little wildflower, what setback has you wasting your last few dollars on pisswater they call beer here?"

 

[Belvino]

Eva felt like all the air was being sucked out of her body. Even as she was pulling away from this stranger there was something pulling back. It was almost as if he had roped her in like a cowboy with his calf. She found herself gazing into his eyes as they both sat very quietly and seemed to be sizing one another up. Though she felt more like he studied her like she was without clothes. His eyes were a burning presence on her and she began to blush a rosy hue on her cheeks.

While she watched him she realized even more than before how stunningly handsome he was. He seemed like he may be older than her though it was not in his features that showed this. She couldn’t put her finger on it but there was an air of wisdom about him. His face was youthful and his jaw was defined well with a light dusting of facial hair that followed down his jaw and along his chin with some growing in a dark mustache above his lips. His eyes were a startling blue that often seemed to see directly through Eva which was both unnerving and captivating. Between his brows he had just the slightest hint of worry lines—a trait that added more character and made Eva think about kissing that spot. His head was full of thick, dark brown almost black hair. Eva couldn’t stop wondering what it would feel like to have her fingers tangled in that hair with his lips working over her….

Eva quickly looked away from him again and this time she felt as if her cheeks were on fire from all the blood that had rushed to them. She was fairly certain she was emitting heat waves with all the embarrassment her thoughts had just given her. She hardly knew this man much less his name! It was then that she felt his finger softly caressing her cheek and her breath caught in her throat.

You are hungry for food and an ear to lay it all out to. Fortunately I will pay for your supper and have two ears to listen to your story with, he said very softly almost like a lover whispering sweet nothings. Eva tried to repress the shiver that crept up her spine but she was unsuccessful and as her skin erupted with goosebumps she felt his hand cupping her chin turning her face back to him.

Her eyes met his lips which were just out of reach. Her own trembled just slightly as her gaze joined his. She thought for a moment that he was going to kiss her—the intimacy of the moment was that great—but he did not.

You have the look of someone that has fought and struggled for everything they have. Tell me, my pretty little wildflower, what setback has you wasting your last few dollars on pisswater they call beer here? He questioned her. His inquiry seemed so genuinely sincere that Eva was prepared to tell him everything. This complete stranger whose name she did not know who had very obviously stated his intent for her and she was ready to spill all the details of her life.

So Eva began her story of the horrible day she had from the beginning. Her long toiling struggle to get to the top of the career ladder. How she had worked herself nearly to exhaustion in the beginning all in the hopes of getting enough interest from the boss that he would see her value. In the end it worked. She got what she wanted and with the promotion came a whole lot more responsibility. She was now directly involved with the clients and was handling most of the financial accounts. The clients were pleased with her work which in turn pleased her boss as he heard all the praise they were singing for her. Unfortunately the economy soon took a plunge and with it dragged many of their clients under. She fought hard to keep them but there was nothing she could do. Many of the clients were lost and it wasn’t until there biggest client finally cut its ties with the firm that things started getting serious. Her boss could not take the loss of that client and unfortunately she became a victim of the economic downturn just as many of their clients had.

“They let me go. I had been with them for years and made the firm so much money, but none of that mattered anymore.” Eva was shaking her head her thoughts completely soured that she almost forgot who she was sitting next to, “I don’t know what to do. It was a job I had worked myself up to and now I have nothing left.”

Eva looked at the man next to her and a sheepish smile spread across her lips, “That beer was all I could afford. I have lost so much and I thought it would make me feel a little better to drink,” she said shrugging as if her world had not just come down on top of her.

A young blonde waitress stopped at the end of their table and cheerily greeted them both. Eva glanced up at the girl but could not smile as she handed each of them a late night food menu. Eva eyed the menu which consisted of typical bar food but she couldn’t bring herself to consider eating anything. Instead she pushed the menu towards the middle of the table and tried to ignore the uneasy feeling in her stomach. She had opened up and told her story to this man which should have helped but now she felt even more vulnerable than before. She had always been so independent and self-sufficient and never really confided as much as she had just now. She felt foolish telling a stranger such a personal detail of her life.

"What is your name?" she asked glancing at him, "I've told you my story and I realized that I don't even know who you are."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Gabriel Lancaster

His fingers cupped her chin, "You have the look of someone that has fought and struggled for everything they have. Tell me, my pretty little wildflower, what setback has you wasting your last few dollars on pisswater they call beer here?"

Her eyes were focused upon his lips and it gave Gabriel quite the temptation to kiss her, but that would be ceding of any position of power-something no Vampire worth their salt would ever give for their predatory instincts alone. He would kiss her-use the lips she seemed so fascinated by to lay his claim upon her in a kiss that she would forever compare all other kisses from any future courtier to.

He released her chin and allowed her to tell him her story with the aid of involved interest and leading questions herding her onward in her tale like a sheepdog would for its flock across the pastures towards home.

He learned so much about this precious and exquisite wildflower he had discovered here. Her name was Ava. She had grown up an orphan without ever being adopted. So like he had discerned eversince she's had to scrimp and claw for everything she's ever had in life. She was finally achieving some level of success in life when today that was taken from her.

He could sympathize with her. Unlike her he had been born to family and priviledge, but that had all came to be at risk when his mother had succumbed to the Ennui. Now his family's territory was being usurped and his own place in this world was fast becoming as uncertain as hers.

“They let me go," she stated shaking her head, "I had been with them for years and made the firm so much money, but none of that mattered anymore.”

"Loyalty and service are seldom appreciated when it is casually expected of you," He repled, "They are attributes anyone in a position of authority should honor and reward."

“I don’t know what to do," She continued her voice thick with worries, "It was a job I had worked myself up to and now I have nothing left.”

"You still have your drive, your ambition, your soul. You have experienced a setback in your journey, but it's not a disaster unless you make it one."He said running fingers soothingly down over the skin of her arms.

He estimated that she was feeling more than a little naked so Gabriel allowed her some time in quiet without pressing her for more information about herself. In the meantime a waitress came over and handed them the Sidecar's latenight menu. Ava's eyes scanned over the list of dishes-primarily fried in oil-and pushed it to the center of table.

"Two bottles of Hofbrau Munchen original to start," He said handing the waitress a crisp one hundred dollar bill. To Ava he said, "It will be similar to the miller lite you were drinking, but the Germans know their beers, and you'll find it far superior. It should pair well with the fried food on the menu."

Then out of the blue she surprised him asking, "What is your name?"

"Will it make you feel better if I told you my name," He returned.

"I've told you my story," She explained, "And I realized that I don't even know who you are."

"I will tell you on one condition," He picked up the menu and held it out for her, "First you must choose one dish on the menu to eat tonight. You will need the energy for what I have planned later."