To Be A Vampire's Servant

[Veroe]

((Closed For Myself and HottieKatie))​

IC: Ronan Airell

It had been three years five months fourteen days seven hours and twenty-three minutes since Ayame Ushida had died in his arms. His servant, his Samurai princess, his slave, the precious light of his life was forever gone from him. How was he meant to live with agonizing hole her absence left in his life. How was he meant to move on when every day since is one more day without her. And the worst part was he had never been allowed by the strictures of his position to tell her just how he felt about her

He was a Vampire and she had been his servant bonded to him by blood. She served him feeding his hungers for blood and for sex. She gave him everything submitting her entire life sacrificing any future in her homeland she would've had just to serve his needs, and he had never told her how much that had meant to him.

Due to the power of the third-mark she had received from him Ronan had been blessed with three hundred years with his Ayame. But while he was immortal and through the third-mark her life got extended for centuries, inevitably that time would run out. She had lived and served him for three hundred and twenty-two years when few servants lived past three hundred and twelve, and the last few years had been haunted by her inexorable fate approaching like the mythical juggernaut. She grew more and more easily fatigued and slept longer without gaining much reinvigoration from it. Also they had found it was harder and harder to awaken her when she did sleep. Until one terrible night she had fallen asleep in his arms after servicing him one last time and had never awakened back up.

Now here he was in the castle that served as the Vampire Council's headquarters. Queen Lyssa had engineered a coup against the old council and had placed herself as its new head. Some of the council members had smelled the winds changing and had sworn loyalty to her, others had to be made rather pointed and bloody examples of. He and several more of her allies had been called on to take their vacant places on the council, and now things were changing in the rigid traditional structure of Vampire society.

Now with the example of Lady Lyssa and her servant Jacob Green, Lady Daniella and her servant Devlin, and even Lord Deagan-the Council's enforcer and assassin and the servant he shared with Lady Anwyn, and armed with the scientific findings of the ever-enterprising Lord Brian, the Vampire and servant relationship could be seen as something more than just master and chattel-to be used and forgotten about when their servants extended lives finally sputtered out.

But it only saddened Ronan. If Ayame had just survived three more years...he would not have hidden his feelings for her in fear of the consequences of a society that was impassive and implacable in keeping the relations between them within a clearly defined category. Life and love, he had learned, abhorred clearly defined categorizations.

Tonight he had been summoned to Queen Lyssa's sanctum. She wanted to speak with him on some issues. So she sent her servant, Jacob, to fetch him. He led him through the winding warrens of the underlevels of the castle...in fact if he was not mistaken it looked like they were not heading into the right direction.

He looked at the young man as he led them around a corner and down another corridor within the castle's sprawling keep. "Jacob," He asked, "Are you lost?"

Jacob smiled back at him over his shoulder, "Well I am still learning the layout of the castle, Lord Ronan, but this looks familiar to me so..."

"Some escort you've turned out to be," He stated with a mock air of strained tolerance, "I believe Lady Lyssa's offices are in the south wing and two floors up." He pointed to a stairwell down the hall.

"Are you certain, My Lord," Jacob said turning down a corridor, "I could swear its just down this hallway."

"Jacob," He called after him to correct him, but he was already on his way half-way down the corridor. Ronan rushed to catch up to him.

There was someone at the end of the hall. A beautiful woman kneeling in a corset and dress by a closed door. "Who is that?"

"Her name is Athena Montclaire," Jacob said walking up to her.

"Montclaire," He repeated looking at her more closely.

Centuries ago the council had started a program of establishing a dozen families around the world to raise their children to be given as servants to Vampires. Unfortunately supporting those families now cost a lot of money. So the previous council had decided to look to ways to reduce the costs the InServ program incurred. After years of looking and debating they had decided to reduce the number of families within the program by one. They settled upon the Montclaires for in comparison to the other families they were seen as not as physically attractive nor was their blood as tasty as the others and not as submissive as the others and not as valuable to Vampire society... Which was all ridiculous and arbitrary considerations of course, but it was decided that the Montclaires be removed from the InServ program. However the problem was that they knew too much of Vampire society. So it was decided to just exterminate them all.

They had been brought here and told to wait for their execution. As InServ servants, raised from birth to obey orders from Vampires without question, they lined up at that door and waited as they saw the bodies of brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, and uncles carried out to be discarded like refuse.

But then Queen Lyssa had made her coup attempt. And the Council member overseeing the downsizing of the InServ program had been made one of the bloody pointed examples of.

It seems in the weeks since as they went about establishing their new order they had forgotten there was still one Montclaire left alive and dutifully awaiting her execution.

She had her eyes down, not looking at him. He bent down and cupped her chin lifting her eyes to his. "How are you doing? Have you eaten anything tonight?" He wondered what was more horrible: meekly waiting for your extermination for weeks, or knowing that in that time your executioners had completely forgotten about you.

"My Lord," Jacob said beside him, "What she needs is a master."

He turned to look at the servant dark shadows making the strong cheekbones in his face more severe and ominous. "And you just happen to lead the one Vampire in the Council without a servant straight to her," He surmised, "Tell me, Jacob, Is this done at the Instruction of your mistress?"

"She says its time for you to stop wallowing in the ashes of the past," He replied.

He straightened up and stared into those eyes as if looking through them to hers. Lyssa was the oldest, strongest, and fastest living Vampire. And she was also the vampire that had sired him long long ago. He respected her too much not to take her opinion seriously. Yet on the other hand she was just in the beginning of her time with her servant here. She'd have a vastly different view when they approached the twilight of Jacob's time with her. As he had with Ayame.

"That was a bit too impertinent, Jacob," He told him, "If I didn't already like you, I'd rip out your spine and risk Lyssa's wrath for using that tone with me."

"If it helps," Jacob said with a rueful smile, "She says she'll use that flogger you gave her...the one with silver ends...forty strokes at least."

"Go then to your mistress, and I hope she will be quite vigorous with you this time."

"Of that you can be rest assured of, My Lord," He said making his way down the hall, "I'm off to be flogged...no good deed goes unpunished as they say."

He looked down to the young woman still kneeling on the floor. He wasn't ready to take on a new servant. But looking down on her now he couldn't help but wonder what would Ayame want him to do here.

He reached down and offered her his hand. "Come with me. I will see to it you get something to eat at least."

 

[HottieKatie]

Athena felt completely lost. She had always been told what to do, what to say, what to think. And for the last days, she was just adrift.

She had been ok with the planned execution. If that was her destiny she had to accept it. She was no longer of any use for her masters, so she had no reason to live. But then it stopped, and she still didn’t know how, she was the only one left alive. But without a master, what was she? She had no purpose in life.

Athena had spent days in that cell, nobody came to execute her, or tell her why she was left there. At some point, she just guessed they had forgotten about her or they had left her to die there.

Until they came for her. She was week and dizzy, she followed the orders they gave her but wasn’t sure she wasn’t completely listening. Obeying was her way of life and she kind of did it by reflex. She had been taught to do it without a glimpse. And she was good at it. She had to, or she would be punished.

So there she waited, kneeling at the end of the corridor, just where they told her to, by the door. Somehow they had managed to get her out of her dirty and torn attire and dressed her in a beautiful corset and dress.

Looking at the floor, listening to her own messy and blurred thoughts in the silent corridor, she suddenly heard voices, but knew best than to look up. Even in that weak state she wouldn’t lose her mind and move without being told. Athena stood still until he touched her.

His hand around her chin was soft and warm.

"How are you doing? Have you eaten anything tonight?”, she heard him say softly.

Athena was too tired to answer, and she surely wasn’t used to talking about her feelings. She wondered for a second if someone had ever asked her “how she was doing”. Certainly not that she could remember. And even thought she could get an answer from her wrecked brain, she was too mesmerized by the eyes looking at her. His gaze was so deep she felt she could drawn on it. She had been trained to be a vampire servant, but the war had come before she could ever become one. She had been in the presence of vampires some times, but she hadn’t dare to look any in the eye.

As he looked away and got up to talk to the other guy Athena felt released from the spell. Those eyes were really enchanting. She heard them talk, but she was too tired to listen, they were just two more voices babbling inside her mind. She just resumed her waiting position, turning her sight to the floor again

As she saw his hand in her sight she came back from her thoughts.

"Come with me. I will see to it you get something to eat at least."

Athena wouldn’t dare to be supported by any vampire. Not that she was too proud, but she knew better than that. Even as she was feeling so week, her training included a physical part, and even after some days without eating, she could get up from her kneeling position by herself. Leaning on her palms on the floor, she got up slowly, without much balance but eventually standing up. Never did she tried to look up at him, and she kept herself behind him.

“Let me follow you…” Master, she was going to add, as she had been trained to do, but she realised she was still nobody’s servant. She was just a hungry lost soul, waiting to find her place, waiting for someone to serve as she had learned to.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Ronan Airell

Ronan led them through the winding corridors beneath the castle. When the castle was built back during the Blood Wars these hallways were purposefully made to be so labyrinthine to confuse invaders storming the castle. Unfortunately it made things difficult navigating through the halls. He was uncertain which way was the kitchens, but he forged onward with full confidence-some would say Vampire arrogant overconfidence-that the way would present itself to him.

In the meantime his mind dwelled upon the young woman trailing a pace respectfully behind him. Physically she was beautiful with full breasts barely contained beneath the corset she wore, her waist was tucked into a perfect hour-glass shape and not completely because of the corset, and tall with long sexy legs keeping in perfect pace with him underneath the flowing skirt she wore. All of that was because the Montclaires as well as all the Inserv families had conducted selective breeding for centuries with the sole purpose of producing the most physically attractive heirs to offer as servants of their vampire masters. It showed in her manner as well. She walked behind him head submissively down, but attentive to any change of pace or direction he chose in order to maintain her place behind him as he led her finally to a staircase going up.

He began up the stairs but before that he glanced back at her, "What was your name again?"

She answered him promptly of course supplying her full name and her father and mother's, as well as her grandfather's and grandmother's as if presenting her pedigree to him.

He nodded to her, "Your grandmother was the servant of Lord Randolph, was she not? I remember her during my visit of his territory on business: oh...a hundred and thirty years ago. I recall she and Ayame, my servant at the time, got along quite well."

He led them up the stairs and the next floor and it was a floor he knew well. Now knowing the way he led them down the corridor and around a bend towards the kitchens. inside he opened the fridge and pulled out a bowl of what smelled like beef and vegetable soup in a Tupperware container for her. It was cold and from the smell it seemed a little bland to Ronan.

He looked at her a moment knowing she'd eat this without complaint, but she'd make it the best she could if she knew he wanted some as well. He gestured to the stores of spices and herbs. "I want the first spoonful, Athena. You should have been given a gourmet level chef training by now in the program. Don't disappoint me."