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Post by Takehiko Yushiko on Sept 13, 2009 18:22:39 GMT -5
So freaking hungry. My stomachs going to claw its way out of me and attack these useless humans. If I attack them, I'll be punished. Ah, the pain would be welcoming though. The stupid vamps that care for us. Can't they tell that one of their own is in here? Don't they know I don't feed off of that disgusting human slosh? Have they forgotten I exist?
Yushiko sighed in complete discomfort as his eyes dulled from lack of nourishment. He scanned the humans close to him but couldn't conjure up the strength to move to feed off of them. He closed his eyes frowning as he looked at the ceiling wishing for someone to come and get him out of this hell.
It had been weeks since he had managed to escape into the outside world and feed freely. He eyed the doors across the room wondering how much longer until they opened to feed the humans, also wondering if he would be able to make a break for freedom.
Slowly his eyes closed and his body became numb. He let his senses die one by one until all that was left was his sense of hearing. he strained to hear movement on the other side of the doors but was met with only cruel silence. He opened his eyes his senses snapping back to normal.
He frowned slightly realizing how alike he looked to the humans. They were all dressed in scraps of clothing hardly covering their pitiful forms. He had on a pair of blue jeans with the knees ripped out but nothing more. The humans were all quite dirty and their hair had all been cut short to keep lice from spreading. His hair was long and fell over his eyes in dark strands and his skin was a smooth clean pale color with not a trace of dirt anywhere. Yes he looked similar to them, yet his eyes contained a piercing gaze that they all lacked.
Will I ever escape? Rather, will I ever find the right one to keep me, hold me, reign over me?
((OOC: Draven is a beginer at RP-ing. He has permission to god-mod my character slightly seeing as we have decided to pair them up as Master and Slave. So please excuse his god-mod posts if they are directed at me. Thank you!))
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Post by Draven F. Valentin on Oct 10, 2009 1:36:43 GMT -5
A jet black 1980 Pontiac Firebird slowed to a stop as it reached the curb and parked. The growl of the engine died, and a few moments later Draven stepped out. He looked around as he surveyed the street. There were only a few out this evening. His gaze moved to the building were the humans were farmed.
He walked across the street to the building and up to the door were he was greeted and let in. He slowly made his way down a long hallway. It was empty and silent, he was the only soul in the hall. Only the echo of his steel toed boots hitting the hard floor pierced the silence. He reached the door to the room were the human slaves were held to be picked over. A small grin slowly appeared on his face as he reached for the door to open it.
As he entered the room, the grin vanished. He closed the door behind him then looked over at the groups of humans. As he scanned them none sparked any interest in him. His gazed slowly made its way to the back. His eyes stopped on a boy, appearing in his teens. He was away from the others and was more cleaner than the other humans. He looked at him closer. His eyebrow cocked as he realized that this boy was a vampire.
He made his way toward the boy. A human sat in his way and looked up at him with pleading eyes that begged him to take him from this hellish place. He kicked the man out of his way with a force that could be heard from all corners of the room. He stayed silent as he got closer till he stood in front of the boy that caught his attention.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly as he looked the boy over. He wasn't in scraps of clothing like the others, There wasn't a speck of dirt or grime on him and his hair wasn't cut short, it fell over his eyes. He stared down at the boy. Whats your name boy? He spoke in a low demanding voice.
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Post by Takehiko Yushiko on Oct 10, 2009 19:10:59 GMT -5
His ears perked as he heard the footsteps coming down the hall. They were slow and steady and heavy as if a person of power would soon be arriving. He watched as several humans eyed the door wearily and then went back to their normal pathetic positions. Soon the footsteps stopped outside of the door and he closed his eyes.
The sound of racing hearts was deafening in the room as all waited with growing fear for the person to enter. Breathing nearly ceased to occur as the door opened revealing a strong looking vampire with sharp piercing eyes. Yushiko rose his head slightly and then let it drop back down and let his heavy lids close over his eyes shutting everything out except sound.
He heard the crack of ribs as a boot collided with a chest. The vampire had entered the room and apparently a human had gotten in his way. Then a low demanding voice sliced through the air reaching his ears. His eyes opened and his head snapped up so that he was looking at the vampire through his long bangs.
Moments passed before his dry lips parted and he spoke in little more than a raspy weak whisper, Takehiko Yushiko, Sir. Yushi-kun for short, or Yu-chan if you prefer. He managed a small weak smile before his head leaned back against the wall for support.
It was taking more energy than he had anticipated to talk. He felt as pathetic as the humans but then remembered he hadn't fed in quite sometime. Sure the humans were around him but their blood wasn't to his liking. he looked the vampire over again and smiled in his head. A match perhaps? He was anxious to see what would happen next.
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Post by Draven F. Valentin on Oct 10, 2009 20:47:53 GMT -5
Draven eyed Yushiko as the dry raspy whisper reached his ears. It seemed he hadn't been fed in quite a while, from the sound of his parched lips and the weakness he could feel coming off him. He glanced at the humans then back at Yushiko. You must be thirsty from the sound of your voice Yushiko. Why are you in here with the humans?
His face stayed calm and neutral as he reached into his leather coat and pulled out a small blood packet from the inside pocket. It was still freshly warm, since he had just gotten it just before he got there. Draven held it out to Yushiko, just out of his reach. Stand and you may have this Yushiko. A sly smirk slowly spread across his face.
He wanted this boy as his new slave. Maybe this time he might be able to control himself with this one, but there was no guarantee. Draven felt the tickle of his mind already claiming Yushiko, even though he'd only just met him for a few moments. His eyes locked on the poor weak boy watching an waiting for his actions, if he could move.
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Post by Keys on Oct 10, 2009 21:06:09 GMT -5
He flinched as he had recently attained a wound from his last session with a vampire. There was a small scratch that looked to be nail scratches on his pale porcelain cheeks, creating an imperfection. A bit of blood leaked down from the wound but it would heal soon, seeing as this person was not an ordinary slave. The male had decided to act smart with this vampire and as such, he was punished by being hit. It stung a bit but it was otherwise a numb feeling. For the most part, his dirty blond hair covered up the mark on his cheek.
He had lovely dark chocolate brown color to them. Very sweet but also very bitter—as that was what dark chocolate was. His hair spiked out slightly but in a way that didn’t look half bad on him, almost as if he was a punk. He had a barren face that appeared without hate nor love for his situation, a dejected life as it seems. He wore rags like everyone else in the place wore. In fact, the clothes were a little big and so it was hard to notice how skinny he actually was.
He was quite infamous around here. He was hated by most everyone there, as well. There was quite a simple reason to this, as well. It lied in his blood. His blood which was that of both vampire and human. He did not belong in either category. He fetched quite a high price because of this, as well. Many eyed ways to torture this person because of that simple reason. Perhaps to him, merely existing was torture in itself, worse than that of his human mother or his vampire father, who was though of as a traitor to vampire kind.
As he returned to the area that held all the humans, he couldn’t help but notice something going on. He noticed a vampire going after a slave. Of course, this was common sight around here but the only thing really different was the fact that this slave the vampire was eyeing was a vampire too. Someone he hadn’t really noticed before. He would’ve taken a longer look if it wasn’t for the fact that he was pushed in. He stood back up after falling and decided to observe this scene once again until he saw a blood packet and widened his eyes seeing that ominous red color. For a minute, he remained speechless. ‘Away’.. that’s the only thought he had. He didn’t want to see the sight of it again as he stared hard at the package of blood. “That should be put away.” He said with a seemingly calm voice. It was quite a nice voice actually, almost bell-like. Resonating in such a void place.
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Post by Takehiko Yushiko on Oct 10, 2009 21:19:51 GMT -5
A low growl sounded from deep within his chest as he immediately sprang up grasping the blood packet and squeezing it tightly making it explode from the pressure. His anger suddenly surfaced as his fangs peeked from his lips. He stood eyes slightly dazed, energy rapidly fading. A new one had been ushered in. He was furious by the filth that surrounded him. Furious by the rottenness and dirt. he looked at the vampire who had teased him with the blood packet and then to the newcomer before ripping his way to the door and kicking it hard making it buckle before falling from the hinges.
he could feel his energy almost depleted but at least he was almost free. His thoughts returned to the one who had approached him and the other who had commented on the packet. Then his mind went blank and he was walking calmly down the hall.
He left the building and dissapeared into the night. The only thing left in his wake were drained bodies, both of lower vampires and humans alike. He returned a few hours later. He was dressed in a dark blue hooded jacket with a light design cast over it and a white tank top underneath. His jeans were new and held on by a studded belt. His shoes were boots with steel on the toes on the outside as well as on the heel and bottoms of the boots. His hair was slightly wild and unkempt and his eyes were a dazzeling blue violet.
He looked at the newcomer, Blood packets are harmless enough. yet so enticing. Watch your tongue. Don't order one such as him to put it away. It could end up in your death. As for you, don't tease avamp with something as priceless as quality blood. It tends to make us.....wild. His voice was smooth and sly and his eyes flicked from person to person as he talked to each in turn.
Then his eyes went to the strong looking vamp and he bowed, Please forgive my rude-ness Sir. I'm abit, uncontrollable at the moment. My past master was weak and not very worthy of learning from. Perhaps, you will be better? His eyes gleamed as he taunted the vampire. He had no intentions of giving into this one's will so easy. Now, he awaited the results of his madness with delight. He was finally fed and entertained. This night was turning out better than he had expected.
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Post by Draven F. Valentin on Oct 10, 2009 22:14:59 GMT -5
Draven glanced at the newcomer then to Yushiko with amusement at his outburst. He looked over his new and more befitting clothing on him. He chuckled slightly as he placed a hand on Yushiko's shoulder with a tight grip and pulled him closer. Hmm...wild and uncontrollable, this could be a challenge for me. So you hadn't learned anything from your previous master thats a shame. I could teach you a few things.
He looked over at the newcomer again with nerrow eyes at his preavious order towards him, he looked him over. He seemed interesting enough, but he still had eyes for the boy standing next to him. And what would your name be? He is right you know. Its not wise to order someone like me to do something. He wondered how many more vampire slaves were in this place. the last few times he had been there he hadn't seen or sensed any.
He returned his attention to Yushiko, his grip got tighter on his shoulder, his fingers tips hitting a nerve that sent a jolt of pain down his arm and up his neck. I do hope your outbursts aren't often Yushiko. He suddenly had the urge to see what type of slave he might be. Would he like pain? By the way he seemed he surely did.
Draven felt the sudden pressure of his fangs on his bottom lip. He had gotten the blood earlier but hadn't fed any today, and his hunger was starting to grow. He ignored it for the moment.
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Post by Keys on Oct 10, 2009 22:40:03 GMT -5
He blinked slightly at the sudden change in attitude of the vampire slave. Suddenly turning ravenous like a wild animal. It was quite a sight to see since he, for the most part, ignored everything else around him. He watched the remaining blood left on the floor and sighed slightly, just hating the sight of it. Although he’d like to say he wasn’t one to thirst for blood, that wasn’t completely true. He still thirsted for blood every now and then but he always tried to hold back this hunger which he’s done well of.
He was actually quite surprised when the other male returned, dressed in new attire. It almost was as if this boy was switched with another once again. From what appeared to be reserved to animalistic to this person. However, he did agree in the fact that they were enticing—blood packets that is—though he was not going to outwardly admit it. And he knew all too well of the power of vampires over himself who was only half vampires as he was reminded by the slight sting of the scratch marks on his cheek.
He was slightly worried for the vampire slave when the taller male put his hand on the slave’s shoulder. Such a kind gesture would only give him a thought of the vampire’s true intention on the smaller boy. He could almost feel that aura, as if the vampire wanted to eat the younger one alive. He looked over to the older male when he was being spoken to. Although he’d rather avoid speaking with this individual, it was only a name. It really wouldn’t matter if he told him, “I’m called Keys. As much as I’d like to do something ‘wise’ I’m not really one to like being told what to do myself. Although, it does cause some of my own problems. I didn’t quite catch your name earlier” He asked in a slightly formal tone. He was already hated by both races human and vampire, there wasn’t really much else to say if he was hated any more or less.
He tilted his head slightly, “It seems you’re hungry.” He said while looking toward the hand that gripped tightly onto the slave. “It’s probably not a good idea though. That blood packet wasn’t that big and if that slave was that hungry, he probably doesn’t have a lot of blood to spare as your food. He is quite skinny, after all. You might end up killing him” Although he said that, Keys was one to talk as he was skinny himself. That applied to all the slaves being held in that room. He was actually a bit concerned for the slave’s safety, regardless if the slave liked pain or not. He kept his usual indifferent expression, not daring to show his concern on his face. He actually thought that if that slave went with this male, there is a high chance that that slave will die.
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Post by Takehiko Yushiko on Oct 11, 2009 22:55:57 GMT -5
He opened his mouth to counter the other vampire's words toward the older but froze. Pain was suddenly spreading through his body like liquefied lava. He dropped to his knees his eyes dazed as his muscles relaxed making him slightly slump on the ground. he turned to the older vampire and blinked in surprise. Sir? He asked in a soft voice. He wondered if he had done something wrong, if he had embarrassed the vampire or if he was to keep silent.
He quickly dropped his eyes and moved closer. he seeked comfort from the source of his pain. He lightly grabbed the other's jacket and knelled on his knees his once wild and rebellious self, melted to a calm and submissive slave. His eyes flicked to the lesser vampire and then back to the ground. He felt the power of the older vampire and found his voice was caught in his throat.
Yushiko couldn't move nor talk. He was frozen. When he was able to move he made it clear that he wouldn't fight the older vampire. He'd let him usher himself out. He'd fallow this vampire anywhere and take all beatings offered. He could feel his brain slightly cloud over as the power from the vampire next to him washed through his body. He stood no chance against this power, yet, he still didn't let it wash over him completely.
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Post by Draven F. Valentin on Oct 11, 2009 23:40:58 GMT -5
Draven looked at Keys hearing the slight formal tone in his voice. He lightly chuckled in his throat. Draven Valentin. I'm guessing you received those scratches on your face from not being 'wise'. And as for my hunger, it is nothing for the moment. I wouldn't drink from someone I know I wouldn't get much blood from. I have better plans for him. He felt Yushiko's muscles relax as he fell to his knees. The boy's soft voice reached his ears, he looked down at him.
Yes? His voice was low toned and smooth. He felt the boy go limp and move closer to his leg. the boy's features softened and became calm. Seeing that slightly calmed him. Thats it I've decided. I'm claiming Yushiko as mine. He thought to himself with a controling inner voice.
His grip lessened and his hand moved to to the boy's neck with a light touch before it came to rest on the boy's hair. He lightly ruffled his hair. I've decided that you are going to be mine Yushiko. I'll get you out of this dreadful place. He softly smiled but it still held it dominance.
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Post by Keys on Oct 14, 2009 17:32:16 GMT -5
He looked toward Draven with a nonchalant face due to the fact he was already acting a bit out of usual. “Even if I didn’t say anything unwise, the vampire who came to pick out a slave probably would’ve found a reason to his me or whoever he could’ve picked, as well.” It was a simple truth. Not many vampires that came to pick out their slaves were very courteous. Often times, they were abusive. This was a simple fact, though that’s not to say that all vampires were that way. As he’d seen with Draven, he seemed to show at least some care for the vampire slave. That in itself was already better treatment than other vampires, as he’s observed.
He merely observed a bit of both Draven and the younger slave’s movements. He wasn’t sure much of both of them since he just recently met them. He decided that he should back away though since it was none of his business. Not only that but it seemed as if the younger slave’s safety should be in good hands. The elder vampire seemed to have good logic and sense. The rest could probably be worked out. He didn’t bother to say this since normally he would act up merely to avoid attention to befall some other unfortunate slave. That would be the reason as to some of the injuries he received but they healed fairly quickly.
Ah, now what to say and what to do. How should he respond? He blinked, seeing the young vampire slave suddenly turn so submissive. He didn’t let the surprise show on his face but nonetheless he was at least a bit shocked inwardly how fast it could happen, such submissiveness whether one was a vampire or human. He himself was a balance of both and so he didn’t feel as pained as humans but still felt the coldness of his other half as a vampire. That coldness of having been born as something that was seen as wrong. Ah, he really hoped this would end soon, this long ordeal between those of humans and vampires. That’s when he thought of ‘that’ person.
His brother. Most certainly he would never see his brother. Most certainly his brother would never come see him. It was a secret of course as to the reason why. He wondered though if his brother may have sent out servants to go retrieve slaves. If so, how many women and men has he injured? How many has he killed? He wondered the most, what his brother would think if their father was alive to see both his brother and himself.
He decided to sit back down on the dirty floor as was everyone else minus the groveling to be let free or to receive food that some of the other prisoners wished for. Prisoners. That could possibly not be as correct as slaves—ones who were captured and manipulated as if they were mere items or tools. Most would feel enraged or feel despair upon hearing this. He looked to the vampire slave then to the older vampire, “Well, to the both of you, I wish you luck in seeing what comes out victorious.” It was a slightly abstract way of saying it, he knew it almost sounded misleading. What was meant to say was that he hoped Draven would not give in to his lust for blood so he did not devour his new slave. Of course, the vice versa could be said as well. Who’s to know? The tables could someday be turned for Draven as well. It’s hard to tell in such a world ruled by the vampires.
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