Indulging The Night (Vixin)
Oct 9, 2013 6:56:10 GMT -6
Post by Dominus Demetri on Oct 9, 2013 6:56:10 GMT -6
Carrying the frail girl over his shoulder, he walked with Vixin into the darkness on what he called home. He had not given her his name, too pulled into the scene and all that had happened. Their instant connection was something to marvel, a feeling the Dominus had never truly felt before. She was a doll, porcelain skin, bright eyes and flowing blond hair. He could not have constructed anything better than she already was. As the shadows swallowed them whole, they walked steadily into the night. He wished to touch her, to hold her close as they had before. His lips longed to feel the pressed feeling of hers to his. His bright eyes yearned for a chance to stare into her crystal blue pools. His way of greeting her had surprised even himself. Kissing her hand, that was a common greeting he shared, but actually sharing the blood from her lips, that was something new, something he could not explain. He was drawn to her, like a bug to the flame. The crimson beauty of her flames, lured the patient Dominus, forcing him to lose his sense of patience, or even of his rank. He wanted nothing more than to enjoy a bottle of old blood, nestled beside her on his couch, while the fires consumed the wooden logs in the brick fireplace. As he thought of it more, he could see them sharing more than just a kiss here or there. She was as much into he and he was into her. That much was apparent, even without having to read her thoughts. When they finally made it to the mansion, he looked up to the many floors, seeing age had barely touched the outer structure. He had carefully taken care of it all with his own hands, caring for it as he learned many trades over the years. The house almost appeared brand new, but he knew it had survived thousands of years, lasting through horrible storms, earthquakes and other devastating natural hazards. He loved the way the mansion looked. It was gorgeous in it's own way.
Walking to the entrance, he opened the door for her, left unlocked for no creature, man or beast, would be dumb enough to enter the place where all the vampires had lived. He spoke loud enough for her and the help to hear. They had been slaves, captured by Demetri hundreds of years ago, but they drank of the werewolf blood, keeping them young and trained to the Dominus himself. They were in fact young vampires, learning the ropes, but in the past, had caused much distress among the humans. Too much for Demetri's liking. Once they had learned the ways of respect, dignity, feasting from animals as well as humans, they were released. But for now, they lived in the cellar, free to roam the property and mansion freely. But if they left the land, they knew they would be dead within hours. Demetri kept close watch on their thoughts, even when he were not home. One of the servants came to them, kneeling at Demetri's feet. Lifting a hand, he told the lowly creature to rise, using his hand as an example. Harvest eyes looked up as he stood to his feet, staring at Vixin, then looking to his Dominus. The young vampire held out his arms, seeing the body, he knew just what to do. Demetri laid the woman into the arms of the other man, watching as he carefully took her from their sight. He closed the door behind them and gently placed his hand upon her back, walking with her to the foyer of the house. Taking a left turn he moved towards the living room. The fire had already been lit. As soon as the Dominus and his newest member entered the room, the staff moved from it. Sitting on the couch, he patted the space besides him. He smiled up at her, "please sit down my dear." His voice was calm and quiet for her ears only. The glow of the fire bounced shadows on the walls, flickering and growing as it consumed new areas of the logs. The Dominus moved his eyes to stare upon their beauty and then smile back at Vixin, just as a slave with a silver tray walked into the room. Upon the tray, rested two wine glasses and a bucket of ice and a clear bottle with dark contents. It was too thick or dark for wine. Moving the tray to be closer to Demetri, the slave knelt to one knee, pushing it close to him. He bowed his head and held it up for the Dominus. Demetri smiled and grabbed a glass and the bottle. He placed the glass on the coffee table and grabbed the other, "thank you Jameson."
The vampire slave smirked and nodded his head to the "master". Lifting the tray, he stood and walked out, leaving the two in silence. Taking the bottle in hand, he unscrewed the top with his bare hand and poured it slowly into the glasses. Breathing in slowly, he could smell her brilliant scent and the potent smell of the blood being poured into the glasses. He smiled up at her as he covered the bottle once again, placing it back into the ice. "I hope you do not mind the taste of something I collected myself. It has been fermenting within my cellar for centuries now. I only drink it on the most special occasions, and I truly believe any time I spend with you is that special." He lifted the glass to her, waiting for her to grasp it in her smaller, yet softer hands. He could not help but to be drawn to such an adorable creature.
Walking to the entrance, he opened the door for her, left unlocked for no creature, man or beast, would be dumb enough to enter the place where all the vampires had lived. He spoke loud enough for her and the help to hear. They had been slaves, captured by Demetri hundreds of years ago, but they drank of the werewolf blood, keeping them young and trained to the Dominus himself. They were in fact young vampires, learning the ropes, but in the past, had caused much distress among the humans. Too much for Demetri's liking. Once they had learned the ways of respect, dignity, feasting from animals as well as humans, they were released. But for now, they lived in the cellar, free to roam the property and mansion freely. But if they left the land, they knew they would be dead within hours. Demetri kept close watch on their thoughts, even when he were not home. One of the servants came to them, kneeling at Demetri's feet. Lifting a hand, he told the lowly creature to rise, using his hand as an example. Harvest eyes looked up as he stood to his feet, staring at Vixin, then looking to his Dominus. The young vampire held out his arms, seeing the body, he knew just what to do. Demetri laid the woman into the arms of the other man, watching as he carefully took her from their sight. He closed the door behind them and gently placed his hand upon her back, walking with her to the foyer of the house. Taking a left turn he moved towards the living room. The fire had already been lit. As soon as the Dominus and his newest member entered the room, the staff moved from it. Sitting on the couch, he patted the space besides him. He smiled up at her, "please sit down my dear." His voice was calm and quiet for her ears only. The glow of the fire bounced shadows on the walls, flickering and growing as it consumed new areas of the logs. The Dominus moved his eyes to stare upon their beauty and then smile back at Vixin, just as a slave with a silver tray walked into the room. Upon the tray, rested two wine glasses and a bucket of ice and a clear bottle with dark contents. It was too thick or dark for wine. Moving the tray to be closer to Demetri, the slave knelt to one knee, pushing it close to him. He bowed his head and held it up for the Dominus. Demetri smiled and grabbed a glass and the bottle. He placed the glass on the coffee table and grabbed the other, "thank you Jameson."
The vampire slave smirked and nodded his head to the "master". Lifting the tray, he stood and walked out, leaving the two in silence. Taking the bottle in hand, he unscrewed the top with his bare hand and poured it slowly into the glasses. Breathing in slowly, he could smell her brilliant scent and the potent smell of the blood being poured into the glasses. He smiled up at her as he covered the bottle once again, placing it back into the ice. "I hope you do not mind the taste of something I collected myself. It has been fermenting within my cellar for centuries now. I only drink it on the most special occasions, and I truly believe any time I spend with you is that special." He lifted the glass to her, waiting for her to grasp it in her smaller, yet softer hands. He could not help but to be drawn to such an adorable creature.