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Quickly Mthica ran home, night was setting in, and in the darkness of the night. Vampires, demons, and other creatures of the dark had the rule of the land. Slowly the sun set, its rays of pink slowly fading away beyond the horizoin. Mthica didn't want to be out to late, so trying to get home in the fastest way, took a short cut down an allleyway. It was dark and cold, cautiously Mthica treaded onward jumping at every sound heard. Mthica quickly turns around, she heard footsteps, she saw a shadow walking towards her. She took off at a run down the alleyway, but only found a fence quickly she glanced back behind her. The shadow continued to chase after her, she starts to climb up the fence, with some trouble seeing as she was in a dress. Finally she jumps over the top and runs down the new alleyway, suddenly a man appears right infront of her face. Mthica screams and runs right into the fence, the man grabs her shoulder and turns her around. To face him, the man is about six feet two inches, he has pale skin, black hair chin's length falling into his face. One of his eyes covered by his hair, the one eye she can see is a bright and glowing red. He is wearing a smug smirk on his pale lips, this man is wearing an 18th century type suit and a long cloak that drags on the ground. His cuffs, and underside of his cloak are a deep blood red color, his eyes slowly caressing Mthica's petite framed body. His smirk turns to a grin, reavealing. . . two razor sharp fangs.
"I let my viticms chose between four things. . . normally. . . but I don't think I'll let you. I have something . . . particular in mind for you, you might even enjoy it."
He slides his hand down from her shoulder to her waist and slowly places his other hand on the opposite side. He forcefully pulls Mthica to him, she tries to hold in the whimpers but it doesn't work. "Please I-I d-don't want t-to. . ." He just smiles and suddenly he places a hand over Mthica's mouth and she blacks out.
The man picked Mthica's limp body off and carries her out of the dark alleyway. Into the misty streets, its nearly ten 'o' clock at night, no one is out. He glances about and walks down the street, in a few minutes he reaches the brim of a forest. A dirt pathway leading into the forest, he walks for an hour, still holding Mthica. Slowly Mthica's eyes flicker open, it takes her a minute or two to relize and comprehend what is happening. She screams and attempts to jump out of his arms, but he pulls her closer to him. Looking down he smirks and says in a seductive voice as the approach a castle. "I don't mind a little struggle." Mthica looks at him then to the castle, the gates open elegantly as he approaches and two strange looking men bow to him. And one on the left of them says in a deep and cold voice. "She is quite the beauty sir, you planning on keeping her here?" Mthica looks over at him in disgust then glances up at the man holding her. He was looking towards the man who had just spoken, he nodded to him. Mthica thinking this was a good time to try something attempted to jump out of his arms a second time. But once more it didn't work at all, he just pulled her closer to him. Smiling stil the man carries Mthica towards the castle the gates closing behind them, as the approach the doors Mthica notices another two men. They are dressed like the others by the gate, they open the doors and the man walks in placing Mthica on the ground. Mthica runs back towards the doors but the two men close them, and one says with a smirk on their faces. "Master wouldn't like it if you were to be findin' yer way out there." Mthica stared at him, and suddenly was taken by the waist and pulled back into the warmth of someones body. "Yes I would not like it at all." It was the mans voice Mthica pryed one of his hands off her and escaped his grasp. Looking up at him, while thinking, who the heck is this man? The man looked at her and smiled, "I never chaught your name m'lady. . . may I have the honour of knowing it?" Mthica took in a deep breath and said softly. "I-Its Mthica. . ." She looked down at her feet as the man approached her once more. Mthica backed away, but was suddenly pushed by one of the doormen, she was basicly thrown into the man's grasp. "I'm Xyeros, and you will be staying here forever." He said calmly while looking down into Mthica's soft blue eyes, he was almost a whole foot taller than her. Mthica stood there frozen in fear, and half in shock.
Mthica stared up at the man. Now recollecting the events that had all been blurred over. He was that wretched monster that had chased her. She recoiled from his grasp viciously. "What are you and what have you done to me?!" She nearly screamed as her blue eyes welled with tears of pure fear. The man chuckled lightly, another one of his calm smirks on his face. Then slowly his now black eyes went down along her body again. Then returned to her face contorted with fear. He inhaled and exhaled in joy.
"Ah how I love the sense of fear you send off, young, beautiful creatures always scare easily." He smirked and laughed again. His laugh rang out in the cold darkness of this eerie castle ground. The two gate men laughed a bit nervously. AS though they weren't sure weither or not they should be laughing a long with him. Abruptly Xyeros stopped and vanished but in that same instant he was there standing behind Mthica. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned his head on her shoulder. His skin now growing colder. Mthica pulled her head away from him. He sighed happily and said as though it was a compliment, "You are so full of that life, that life which you will share with me no longer than forever." He grinned wildly, his black eyes cold and unfeeling. Mthica looked at him as though he were absolutely insane.
"Please, p-please just let me---" She tried to beg but was intruppted before she could even finish her sentence.
"My dear, please hush, you want to stay here trust me." His hand that was as cold as his face quickly fell upon her neck. Mthica shuddered in fear. Thinking to herself, why is this happening to me? Of all people, me?
"Would you please stop worrying so my dear, I won't harm you that horridly. Be calm, be calm.", he spoke seductfully again to her, his voice was now calming. Soothing, pleasing to the ears. His appearance not frightening but appealing to the eyes. And slowly, very slowly he began to lead Mthica to the large oaken doors of the dismal and gloomy fortress that was Xyeros' home. Slowly, very slowly, she began to fall in to a trance like state. He lead her up a winding stairway elegant in design. But her vision was slowly blurring, definate objects could not be made out. Then minutes later he opened a door, and that is where she fainted and completely blacked out.
Mthica lay limp in Xyeros' arms, a smirk on his pallid face that hinted at mischevious thoughts. He walked calmly over to the large bed. Covered in beautiful pillows, varying in colours of crimson and black. With the occasional spec of gold in the fabric. Giving the room a lush but yet gothic feel. The walls were of grey stone, lined with three large tapestries. A very large fire was burning in the most elegantly carved fire place anyone could've seen. The artisian whom created it would have been admired by everyone, his talent unmatched. But he was to go unknown for his beautious works. Above the fireplace angels were carved with such care, you wouldn't be surprised if they came off the wall to greet you. But nearer to the ground, demons were hopelessly clawing their way up to the heavens. Horrible faces carved on each demon. Faces that would fill anyone with fright. The windows, or where they were, were covered in extremely thick draperies. A deep red colour to match the bed. There was a small table for two set out by the windows. That was made out of the finest mahogany to match the exquisite bed frame. A tall four poster bed, with black draperies around it. Shutting out all light.
Xyeros sighed as he glanced around the room then looked down at Mthica's soft face. "It looks like I will have to wait for you to awake." He layed her out on the bed. In a kindly manner, but his eyes held a viciousness in them. The dark orbs staring at Mthica. He raised one of his cold hands to Mthica's face. Watching as she shuddered and recoiled from his hand, tossing her head sleeply to one side. He watched as her chin quivered and her body shivered, he sighed and grabbed a small, but warm, blanket from the foot of the bed. And tossed it over her. It was now early in the morning. But time was of no essance to an immortal man. So Xyeros would wait as long as he had to for Mthica to awake.
A few hours later Mthica awoke with great fright shining in her blue eyes. It was dusk she had slept through the entire day. She looked around at her strange surroundings. It wasn't a bad dream, she thought to her self frantically. She scooted towards the edge of the bed. Only to feel a hand sleepily gliding up her hip. She shreiked as loud as anyone could, and jumped out of the bed stumbling and falling to the ground. Her back up against a cold stone wall. Her eyes widened with fear. Xyeros just stared calmly, sleep still clouding over his eyes.
"Come my dear, are my hands really so cold as to scare you? Please come lay with me." That wasn't a question, Mthica could tell that. It was a command. But she didn't want to end up back in that bed with that monster. She opened her mouth and said in an extremely shaky voice.
"N-no t-thank you...", Mthica watched him closely. As his eyes suddenly became wide awake.
"What did you say to me? Did you deny me something?", he arose on the bed sitting upright, and watching her. Slowly he stood up and calmly walked towards Mthica. "So...do you understand that you are my slave? Do you know what that means?" He watched as Mthica scrambled away from him, and bumped into the nightstand. He grinned and then shouted at Mthica. Bearing his great white fangs. "THAT MEANS YOU BELONG TO ME!" He yelled as he reached out and took Mthica by the arm and slammed her body on the bed. Pointing one of his deathly pale fingers at her and said through gritted teeth. "That also means you will obey me. Do you understand?"
"Yes...", uttered Mthica as she cast her hurt eyes downward. Trying extremely hard not to show her fear. Knowing that he enjoyed it very much when she was scared. But from the grin that was forming on his face she could tell that he could tell she was afraid. He lifted a hand and went to stroke the side of her face, Mthica began to turn away but her head was pushed back in the same direction by Xyeros' other hand.
"Good my dear, now please lay with me I need my rest." Mthica nodded and cringed as Xyeros laid down on the bed moving close to her. But not touching her, she let out a silent sigh and then tried to not wake him.
Mthica lay wide awake on the bed. Listening to all the sounds going on about the vast castle. Listening to the bustling of other slaves in the household. The light mutter as people chatted as they trotted down the cold hallway. She was frozen in time it seemed. Everyone else could move as they pleased, but she. She could not move a single muscle in her body. Not a sound or simple utterance would come from her. Her mind too was stopped. Frozen with a strange sense that she was trapped. Like a mouse stuck in a cage, she wished to get out, but knew of no way to escape. Xyeros stirred int he besides her and Mthica's heart stopped. She had awoken him, and he would snap at her again. She closed her eyes and waited for him to shout at her again.
"Good evening my dear.", he said so calmly, and kindly that it was terrifying. It was as though he believed that nothing had occured between the two of them hours before. He sat up a bit and brought his face above Mthica's looking down at her, his hand coming to her cheek and turning her head revealing her neck. His fore, and middle finger ran along her bare flesh. Mthica closed her eyes and waited for the pain to come, to feel his lips against her skin, to feel the warmth of his breath, and the cold of the skin. But it didn't come. She opened her eyes to look at the smiling face of Xyeros. His smile was malicious, but his eyes were somewhat hurt. But he very quickly hid this. The dark iris' of his eyes shone beautifully as the fire flickered in the room. He smirked and then growled playfully and went to bite Mthica's neck. And then laughed loudly, it rang out in the room and Mthica just stared.
"Oh did I scare you? I'm not quite that hungry yet my darling, but soon your blood will become of great need." He said as he looked at her neck again. Then let his eyes wander down her body, taking in every little detail, every curve he could see. He smiled and said as though it wasn't bold at all. "Your body is beautiful." He said as he smirked in a slight perverted manner. Mthica's face contorted into a face of disgust. He laughed again, "That look was priceless, but I cannot say I was joking." Mthica just watched him, inching away from him. He felt this and put a hand on the small of her back and pulled her close to him, with a great force. Mthica let out a small whimper and looked up at him. Her mouth a bit wide. His smirk grew wider showing the tips of those two fangs. "Well we should find you something a bit more sutable for the work you will have to be doing today my dear." He said as he stood up elegantly. Mthica only now realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt, and he was only wearing, his boxors. She turned her head quickly. Taking her eyes away from the fit and fairly muscular chest she had just seen. It was pale like his face and hands. He saw that she was a bit flustered about seeing him with so little clothing on. So just to taunt her he walked infront of her line of vision once again and asked. "Is something wrong?" He looked down at her and brushed his hand along her cheek. And chuckled lightly. He sauntered over to his closet and pulled out a flowing, red, silk shirt, and put it on, buttoning it up. And then sighed. "You're supposed to be doing this for me, so come here and pick out the rest of my outfit." He said arrogantly.
"Y-yes sir." Mthica said quietly as she got up and bustled over to the large walk in closet. "Do you have anything in particular you wish to wear?" She asked kindly. Still trying not to look at him, afraid he might catch her and get mad.
"Well, lets see, I have a shirt...so I think I need some pants." Mthica looked in closet, walking in slowly catiously. It was extremely dark in there. All the candles were blown out. She let out a small scream, as she saw someone else in there. It turned out just to be her reflection. "Oh I would also like them to be a bit casual, I don't really have any important guests or meetings today."
"Yes, I'll find some." She said softly, she wasn't even sure if he could hear her from how far in the closet she was. All assortments of things, coats, cloaks, shirts, pants, shoes, socks, and...underwear. She found some black pants, that were more casual than anything else in there. Seeing as almost everything was extremely formal and elegant. She carried them out looking down at them to make sure they were fitting for what he asked for.
"Those will work perfectly.", Xyeros said as he looked up from where he was sitting on a chair, fingers arched. "Bring them here." He watched as Mthica came towards him. He stood up took the pants from her and pulled them on. "Alright, now it's your turn, come on we'll have to go find Damon." He said with some unhappiness in his voice as he noted the name of this 'Damon'. They exited the room, Mthica following close behind Xyeros down the hallway. Unsure of where they were going. They went up a very elegantly curved spiral staircase. The railing so intricately designed that it would take hours to see every beautiful detail. Small flowers were apparent in the railing, along with leaves, and whisps of grape vines. They reached the top and then headed towards a large, arched, oak door.
Xyeros reached out for the door handled but it was pulled away as the door opened quickly realeasing a loud squeal. A tall shadowy figure stood there looming over Xyeros by a couple inches or so. The man's long unearthly hair settling around him. He stepped out slowly but with a kind smile on his face. His eyes a beautiful and vibrant emerald colour. The shown briliantly in the dim lighting of the hallway. Mthica looked up dumbstruck at the sheer mass of this man. He was tall, muscular, and the length of his hair was to lower back. "Xyeros! What brings you here?" He exclaimed as he wrapped an arm around Xyeros and patted his back with his large hands. Xyeros cringed.
"I have a new slave that needs to be instructed upon the ways of the household." Xyeros leaned over and whispered in his ear so that Mthica couldn't hear. "Go easy on her, she isn't really going to be like the other slaves. I just need her broken in if you understand." He pulled away and looked at Mthica. He put a hand on her back and pushed her towards Damon. "Damon, this is Mthica our newest slave. Mthica this is Damon, our slave master." Damon's smile widened. Grinning a horrible grin. A grin full of sharp pointed teeth. Mthica only now realized that he had two leathery wings coming out of his back. She stared in awe as he flapped his wings and folded them up so they weren't visable from a frontal view.
"Well aren't you just a beauty. To bad you'll have to toil so much.", he said as he examined her to see how she could work around he house, and what jobs she could do best at. "You won't have much of a play toy at night now will you Xyeros?" Damon let out a loud and very deep chuckle.
"I suppose so, but I wasn't intending on using her for those purposes.", Xyeros said covering up the fact that was a pure lie. "Well I'll let you take over for the moment. Don't go to easy on her."
"Alright," Damon said as he grabbed Mthica's upper arm and brought her towards him with powerful tug. "Well come with me, you'll get to see your master later." Damon waved to Xyeros and smirked as he stepped inside the room he came forth from. Pulling Mthica along with him. Mthica was pulled into a room that actually had windows that weren't covered in thick draperies to hold out the light. She could see that the sun was just bearly peeking over the horizion line. The sky turning purple at the edges and fading out into a black with white sparkling stars. It was room full of cleaning stations, sinks for washing clothes, aprons and towels hanging on the walls, people were washing things they were ordered to. Busily bustling back and forth between baskets and the sinks. "This is where you'll be working, so grab an apron and put it on and work at this sink.", Damon pointed to a large sink that was filled with cold suddy water. It was secluded from the rest of them with three large, over flowing baskets of towels, clothes, and sheets. Damon put a hand on her back and let it slide down a bit two low. A small perverted smirk forming on his face. Mthica let out small and slight gasp as she quickly moved forward grabbing the apron that was by the sink putting it over head and tying it reluctantly. She looked at what work she had to do. Hoping that she didn't have a certain time limit in which she had to complete the entire job. It seemed to be a quite daunting task for her. But so slowly began to start by beginning with she sheets. She dipped them in the cold suddy water. She shuddered and started the sink to get some warm water in the sink. She grabbed some more soap and dumped it in the water. Then began on the first load of the laundry.
About five hours later, and thirty four basket loads of laundry. Mthica was exhausted and ready to collapse. Damon walked over to Mthica, who was the only slave still working. He put his hand on the very small of her back, which sent shivers up her spine. "You're done now, and Xyeros has called for you, he has a dress set out for you in his room. I am to escort you there to make sure you don't go runnin' off on us." He smirked and began walking off towards the door."C'mon now we don't want to keep the master waiting now do we?" He said as stared at her with his demonic green eyes his wings opening slightly as he headed towards the light of the hallway. Mthica followed quickly behind like a lost puppy dog. Damon took her to Xyeros' room. Damon pushed her through the doorway and shut the door behind her and then trotted off down the hallway back to where his room was.
Mthica looked around the room and saw no dress laid out for her. She glanced at a large grandfather clock to see that the time was tweleve fifteen p.m. She hadn't comprehended that it was that late. A wave of drowsiness swept over her. She figured that maybe the maid or something was running late. She walked towards the foot of the bed. And stood looking at the bed, longing for the comfort and warmth of sleep. Just then she felt a cold body come up behind her. She quickly turned her head and looked, but there was no one there. "Perhaps it was just a breeze", she said to calm herself. But she couldn't help but sense that someone was watching from the shadows of the room. She glanced around, her blue eyes now full of worry and confusion. A hand came from behind and set itself on her hip and and slid up her side.
"I missed you my dear." Xyeros said from behind as he slowly put his other hand on her bare neck. Tilting her head up just a bit to reveal what he needed. A vain. A vain that held the essence of life, which he needed. He opened his mouth and bit down on the vain, blood instanly flooded into his mouth. Mthica let out a small scream, but then slowly went silent. She couldn't move. Xyeros' other hand caressed the side of her neck. As he slowly brought her down to the bed. Continuously draining blood out of her. His body hovering over her's. His mind clouding over in ecstasy as he drank the sweet blood.
Mthica's mouth was wide open despite the fact she wished for it to be closed. She shuddered as mulitple waves of chills shot down her spine. One of her hands moved, only slightly, her body numb and her senses failing her. Her vision was slowly beginning to blur. Her mind frantically tried to do something. But nothing would move she laid there. As Xyeros continued to lap up the blood from the wound. Mthica's blue eyes fluttered and then shut.
Xyeros pulled his fangs out from the wound now made on her neck. Watching as two droplets of blood slowly began to drizzle down her neck. He bent over once more and licked it up slowly with his tongue. He pulled away and licked his lips making sure to get all the scrumptious blood off his lips. He smirked and closed his eyes and said in a low voice. "Oh such sweet blood, the sweetest I've ever tasted I admit." He sighed as he stroked Mthica's cheek. His hand trailing along her neck and taking a journey down her arm. His glowing red eyes exaiming the rest of her body. "But blood with a beautiful taste would be expected from a specimen as beautiful as you my dear." He kissed her neck where he had bitten her. The urge to bite growing once again but he resisted knowing he would bring her too close to dying. He kissed her collar bone and then her chin. Then he lead the trail of kisses up her cheek and down to her lips where he remained for a few seconds. Then pulled away and gazed at Mthica's face.
"I must have an angel sleeping in the bed with me. For your beauty surpasses that of any human I have seen walking this earth." His pale hand brushing against her face then going into the mass of golden locks that spread out on the bed. He brought some to his face and smelled them. Taking in the scent of her. The sweet smell, a mixture of roses, candy, and some lemon. He put his arms under her back and legs and lifted her up off the bed and carried her. Taking her to the edge of the bed he carefully set her down with such care not to wake or harm her. He went and laid on the bed next to her. Putting his arms around her waist and pulling her limp body to him. Watching over her as she slept like a dog guarding it's precious bone.
Mthica awoke the next morning with a snoozing Xyeros with his arms arond her, lying next to her. She looked at him with more fear than before. Knowing not to wake him while sleeping for what had happened last time she had accidently done so. But now was her chance. She could escape. Her blue eyes looked around the room. The windows. She glanced over at Xyeros. Whom continued to sleep his face calm and relaxed, eyes and mouth both closed tightly. She began to slink out from his tight grasp, moving slowly and steadily. When she was just about to get out his arms she slipped on a small pillow. Smaking her head on the ground. She looked up nervously. Fear stricken on her face as well as pain.
Xyeros stirred and then let out deep breath and went back to his peaceful sleep. Mthica let out a sigh of satisfaction and relief. Sh put her hand to her head and felt warm blood. She now felt it drizzling down the side of her face. Oh no, I'm bleeding, crap, crap, crap! She thought to herself. Slowly she got to her feet, and stood there wobbling for a moment. A wave of dizziness came over her. She scampered over to the windows and went to pull the draperies away, while looking back at Xyeros. He wasn't in the bed anymore.
Panic rose in her mind as she felt a hand grasping hers on the drapery. "So what exactly did you do to hurt your head my love?" Xyeros whispered in her ear, his head hovering over her shoulder. Mthica inhaled sharply and tried to speak but no words left her lips. Shivers ran down her spine as she began to tremble like mad as Xyeros' hand moved to pull the blood soaked hair away from the wound. "Oh dear, why didn't you but tell me you hurt your head? I would've gotten you the needed assistance right away. All you had to do was wake me." He said with honest kindness in his voice. Mthica looked down at the ground and Xyeros' eyes showed a hurt expression in them. "Well come here we'll get you cleaned up my love." He ushered her over too a door in the room which he opened to reveal a glamorous bathroom. A large and very deep bath with a glass casing all around it. A seperate shower. A large vanity table with a great mirror threesome. Everything was Marble with flecks of gold. Accented with shimmering gold. The toilet was behind another door in a seperate and smaller room. Mthica opened her mouth and stared in awe at the beauty. There was one chair.
Xyeros pulled the chair out a bit from the wall and sat Mthica down in it."Why didn't you just tell me my love?" He said as he shuffled through the drawers pulling out some cotton balls and some bandage. "I wouldn't have minded." Xyeros was being driven crazy by the fresh scent of blood but he was trying hard to resist the temptation.
"I didn't w-want to disturb you m-ma-master." She said holding her hand to her head as more blood continued to come out from her head. Xyeros came over to her and found the wound cringing as a rush of blood came out and filled his nostrils with the wonderful scent.
"I would have understood my dear. I care for you." He cleaned up the wound, clearing all the blood then brough some bandage to it to keep it from bleeding even more. "There we are. Nice and clean now. Are you alright?' He said concern for once actually showing in his eyes. Mthica nodded and whispered a thank you. Xyeros smiled happily and then stood up. "Why don't you take a nice bath or something? I am sure I can find you something nice to wear. A bath will also help calm you down, you seem tense." Mthica nodded and smiled.
"Thank you, I would really like that." So Xyeros left the room in search of a dress-maid for her. To help aid her in getting ready. Mthica started a bath and then closed the door to the bathroom and slipped into the tub with a large amount of bubbles almost covering her head. She sighed happily.
Xyeros found the dress-maid for Mthica and brought her into a room near his that appeared to just be one big dressing room. He spoke to her, he picked out how Mthica was to be dressed for today. For he was going to show her off to the supernatural world tonight at the Moonlight Ball.
 mthica · Fri Nov 24, 2006 @ 03:23am · 2 Comments |
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