You’re right, is more common than we think. Nice meeting you, sweetheart.
How is Covaire treating you after the war?
I think I met one once, but he changed who he was every two weeks so there was no way to be sure.
It’s a pleasure to met you as well sir. It’s been alright I suppose, I haven’t really been outside lately. How has it been for you?
I wouldn’t trust the sources of the food you’re eating, not after the slaughter that we had recently…
I’m Sebastien. Who are you love? And who do you belong to?
Oh that’s disgusting but more common than people think. Cannibalism, what an odd thing.
Hello Sebastien. My name is Roslyn and Darius is my master.
Well, somebody better takes cooking lessons, then. Chinese around here is really bad…
Seems like a good option doesn’t it. My mother taught me Chinese so maybe that could give me a heads up in making it. Who are you?
Did you prepare it yourself?
No, though I feel that would have been a better option. I had it delivered and regret it.
The light bulbs in the tiled room allowed for enough light to illuminate the space without irritating his eyes. He did not feel sore despite the fact he’d been fighting relentlessly all week, but he was wounded. Clever hunters, they knew how to arm themselves, he’d give them that much credit. Silver bullets, darts containing toxins to weaken that of his kind and of the wolves. Vervain was present in his veins, the poison lingering despite how quickly the vampire’s other wounds would heal. It weakened him, his steps were slower than normal, his heartbeat increased in his body’s attempt to push the poison out of his system. It did not work.When he turned around his slave was there, cautious and filthy. She moved closer, fingers finding the buttons of his shirt, releasing them one by one till his chest became exposed. Occasionally she’d peer up at him, and he greeted her fleeting glances with approval, nodding for her to continue in her work. So she did, releasing him from his clothes stained with blood and coated in mud. They were ruined, just as her wardrobe was.
Then it was his turn. Careful fingers took hold of her tank top, slowly peeling the fabric from her skin, making sure not to brush against the wounds the hunter’s had inflicted. Perhaps not all was ruined, her lovely brazier seemed intact, but for now it must go. Releasing the clasp, he then traveled to her shoulders, taking hold of the straps there and gently coaxing them down her arms before discarding it on the floor. Her pants followed almost in the same fashion, dragged down her slender legs, the vampire resting in a crouching position as he pulled each foot free from the fabric’s hold.
Both bare, he raises to his feet, placing a cool hand to the small of her back, persuading her to move forward. “Come,” he says again as he slides the door of the shower open and pulls her in to join him.
The room was quiet just as the entire house was, only filled with the sounds of their breathing and hearts pumping blood through their veins. She worked at a acceptable pace, removing his clothes bit by bit, she frowned seeing the scars of cuts that had healed but had not faded away just yet. Still her hands were soft and warm as she freed him of his tattered clothes, they fell to the ground soundlessly and his nods of approval compelled her to remove his pants as well.
Soon enough his hands were repeating the same motions on her, she lifted her arms so he could pull the tank top from her skin and winced slightly, the pain medication she took had not settled all the way in just yet. But the pain was short lived and soon her dirtied skin was visible to them both, her dirty hair hung in strands and covered her breast as she looked down at him pulling her feet from her pants.
Both disheveled bodies walked toward the glass dome, and a slight tug on her wrist brought her inside with him, the door sliding shut and encasing them inside. For a moment she stood completely still, letting her eyes wander over his body before she spun and turned on the water, the warm stream of liquid flowed out and covered their bodies, slowly starting to free the dried dirt and mud from their skin.
Forward she walked until she was inches from him, the steam swirling around them in the glass shower. Grabbing the bar of soap to her left she lathered it in her hands before placing it back where she’d found it and began to run her slender digits over his chest, freeing it of the distasteful mud and letting his skin shine through. She did this silently, the water streaming on her back and hair, the tile beneath them swirling with discoloration. Her fingers were gentle as she worked, letting her palms memorize every curve they passed over.
Trying not to break
But I’m so tired of this deceit
Every time I try to make myself get back upon my feet
With every step that was taken forward, another was made by his slave back. He disliked this, after brutal battles the vampire preferred those who stood with and against him to stand before him. He had always been the kind of man to face conflict, even when the conflict was such a scenario where he would be inflicted with pain. Better than being stabbed in the back he supposed.Yet when he looked upon Roslyn he was not greeted with the sense of a threat, and oddly with the vague feeling of pride. He had selected a fine slave, he knew before when those forest green eyes peered up at him beneath a darkened sky, a mere glimpse, as she struggled against the demon whose claws were so deeply embedded in her soul. It was just a glimpse, but it revealed her strength above others, and he knew he would not find another who possessed the same.
She had survived now, where others would have failed. Though not without a price.
“Come, Roslyn,” he speaks, his voice softening just the slightest as he turns and walks into the bathroom.
When he advances forward no more the girl allows her eyes to wander, letting her mind try to wrap its self around the past ten hours and her actions. She was alone and damned, a destiny she knew was hers from a very young age, now it was just more apparent. At this moment in time she wanted nothing more than to climb into her mothers lap, have her arms holding her and her soft voice telling her everything would be okay, but that was a luxury she would never have again.
Hearing his command and softened tone her eyes snapped to his once more, watching him as he walked but she paused and ran to her own bathroom first, cutting the string hanging from her skin and turning out the light. Her steps were brisk as she followed him into his own bathroom, bits of dried blood falling off the both of them and onto the floor.
Roslyn’s eyes stayed on him as he moved around, wondering what he was thinking and if under neath his clothes were there wounds than needed to be treated. Her worry was not so apparent, somethings she was better at hiding than others, but she did worry about him more often than not. An emotion she could not process in her mind just yet but left it be for now. Slowly she made her way to stand in front of him, her slender fingers moving to undo the buttons of his stained shirt with care, occasionally flicking her green orbs to his ice ones for a fraction of a second.
I was looking for a breath of a life
A little touch of heavenly light
But all the choirs in my head sang, no oh oh oh
where
