Gypsies: Not good for business

[Farina (Fawn)]

Fawn ran; she had been running a lot, it seemed, these last few days. At least since the time that she had run all the way from the manor.

Seeing him there. Well, she certainly didn't leave time for goodbyes. Instead she bolted into Aleth's old room (where she had been locking herself away when she wasn't about wandering), grabbed her veil, and began running; fleeing the mansion at any costs. And by the time she was so exasperated she could hardly breath she had wound up in town. That was when it had dawned on her: with no money, no weapons, and no way to really mask the scent that would probably lure any vampire in the area to her (not to mention her being a gypsy, which didn't seem to be well liked in the area) she could wind up in some deep problems. So she needed a room at the inn. For that she needed money, and for that she needed a job.

It was harder than she thought, finding a job, and when she finally got one working as a cleaner for some filthy old shop which didn't look like it had served people in years she almost regretted her choice. By the end of her first day she was in pain, both physically and emotionally. The constant yelling and insults, having to scrub the floor with nothing more than a damp cloth... it was like she was back with the vampires all over again. The few coins which were dropped into her hand at the end of the night seemed hardly worth it; not even enough to buy a meal. So that night she slept out, rather bitterly, in the cold alleyway, huddling between some boxes in fear that somebody might find her.

The next week continued like that, and it wasn't until the third day that she could rent a mediocre room at the inn for two nights; she realized quickly that she would probably be spending just as much time outside at night as she did in; she'd have to save her money for the rainy and cold seasons, or else she'd have a hard time just surviving. So every day she was back in that shop, working herself until she almost passed out and then some. Every day only a few copper dropping into her palm to show for her labor. At the same time she was lucky, though; her boss never failed to brag about his 'kindness'. After all, he had allowed a dirty, wretched, cursed, gypsy brat[/u] to survive by giving her a job; as a slave laborer.

Back to where she was at the beginning, though; running. Yes she was running. And for her life, she feared. Although she was quite small, she simply wasn't as small as she had been back when she could steal bread like nobody else; that, and it seemed having a gypsy in the area simply put all the shop keepers on edge. And now one was running behind her, with a very sharp looking blade, shouting that he'd slice her open and rip the bread from her stomach. Of course, that was rather impossible, but the intent was clear. The small pouch of coins made no sound, sitting soundly in their own little pocket in her dress; yes she had the money for the bread, but she had to save that so that she could have board in the winter; if she froze she could very well die. She was lucky, though; although the shop owner was strong, she was light and nimble, much faster and more balance than he.

Turning sharply into an alley she leaped up, landing on a wooden crate before she pushed off again, jumping up and over the wall of crates which blocked the alley way off. Pausing a moment on the other side to hungrily stuff the remaining bread into her mouth, she chewed, swallowed, and took off running again. People stayed out of her way; her stained face and attire warning them of her heritage.
It's not like I could curse them or anything. she thought, slightly irritated, but she knew that she should be thankful for the unblocked passage. She had been fired earlier that day, when a customer actually came in, saw her then left. Yes, so apparently Gypsies really weren't good for business.

[drazan]

Silently, Drazan stalked through the streets of Exodus town. The night wasn't exactly 'young' per-say, seeing as it had existed for close to 500 years, but what was generally accepted as 'daytime hours' when the shops and such were open was drawing to a close. Everybody was getting ready to head home and Drazan still had yet to find anything. It was really quite aggravating actually. As was the fact that he always had to be careful to avoid any hunters he might see, the last thing he needed was them coming after him, or Lora finding out where he was staying, although he supposed that it was quite possible that she had somehow figured out where his so-called 'home' was by now, not that he really considered it his home, it was more or less a relatively safe place to rest up while he waited for his ankle to heal completely so that he didn't have to worry about it being the death of him. He had made no commitment or decision to stay at the manor past when his ankle was fully healed, which would hopefully be soon, he didn't like walking around the streets with it injured, it made him feel vulnerable.

But of course, then there was the reason as to why he was on the streets in the first place. He supposed it was due to a sense of duty or something, after all, it was his fault, he couldn't exactly deny that. And what was his fault one might ask? Why the young gypsy bloodslave leaving the manor. Well, the younger one at least, from what he had heard, the two of them were older than they appeared. Unnatural beings. Like himself. Like many of the inhabitants of the region of Alatus Nox. Either way, the younger one had fled both him and the manor because of something Drazan had done. Not something he was proud of mind you, but still something that was undeniably his fault. So now he had to go find the girl and bring he back to the manor where she would be safe from the average scum-bag vampire who would think of her as nothing more than a delicious meal. Drazan grimaced in self-loathing at the thought. Part of his reason for going after her was a sense of responsibilty; it was his fault, he had to be the one to fix it, part of it was because of that girl's sister, the other blood slave who lived in the manor. She had made it quite obvious that if Drazan didn't go and find her sister and bring her back, then she would make sure that not only did Drazan get kicked out of the manor, but that he would be alienated from all the inhabitants of it, which would leave him as nothing more than a fugitive. And while Drazan wasn't exactly sure about the members of the manor, and wasn't quite sure that he wanted to stay there for any length of time, the last thing he wanted would be for them to be trying to hunt him down as well.

And so he was out searching for the girl. And she was harder to find than he had thought. Even so, he continued searching well into the 'night.' Eventually though, he decided that he had no choice but to return to the manor. He wasn't going to find her tonight, and the longer he spent on the streets, the more dangerous it became. He wasn't looking forward to facing the older bloodslave though. He would avoid her, he decided, although that might be hard to do considering the fact that she knew where his room was.

* * *

Drazan had gone out right in the 'morning' working on very little rest, which did nothing but make him irritable, the humidity in the air and the accompanying heat didn't help any. Neither did the bloodslave and her 'If you don't find my sister today...' warning at what Drazan was sure was an ungodly hour of the morning.

And so he was out again, searching for a young gypsy in crowd of people. One might think that she would be easy to find, seeing as gypsy weren't necessarily well-liked in the area, so people would probably avoid her like she was the scum of the earth, but even so, he hadn't been able to find a trace of her. And asking people didn't help, all of them denied seeing her, which they would probably regardless of whether or not they had. He hadn't been able to catch her scent either, and he would know if he did, seeing as it was a scent that wasn't exactly easy to forget.

This streak of hopelessness continued until around midday, when the streets were getting really busy. Drazan moved cautiously through the crowd, ever ready to pull his tonfa from where they hung at his side. He didn't like this time of day, there were too many people around, and given then fact that his vampire half was threatening to emerge again, well let's just say that crowds of people weren't exactly the best thing.

As he walked through the streets thought, he heard a cry of 'STOP THEIF' and a familiar scent assailed him. Knowing he had finally found his 'prey,' he moved as quickly as he could through the streets towards the source of the scent, cursing the fact that he still couldn't run of his once-shattered ankle. Yet another thing that was technically his fault.

Rounding the corner, he finally saw her, and saw the trouble that she was in. And while, from the looks of it, she had temporarily escaped the angry man who obviously ran whatever shop she had stolen from, she hadn't escaped the rest of the general populace. People here (or really anywhere) simply didn't like gypsies, and, as a result, Fawn was in danger of being overtaken by a random stranger.

Which is exactly what happened.

While most of the people stayed out the way, cautious of her heritage and any gypsy magic that she might be able to wield (they had reason to be cautious, given the fact that gypsies were apparently the cause of the town's eternal night), one young man decided that he couldn't let this gypsy brat get away with stealing. Or, at least Drazan assumed these were his intentions, giving the fact that practically jumped on the girl in an effort to tackle her to the ground and pin her there. He managed to succeed in this, mostly because he was obviously stronger than the bloodslave.

The bloodslave let out a cry, which made Drazan cringe at the memory, but also made him aware of the fact that he had to step in and do something before Fawn got hurt. Drawing his tonfa (although he kept the blades sheathed) he approached the man who was holding Fawn down. ”She will answer to me.” he stated coldly, pointing one tonfa down at Fawn. The man, either seeing a look in Drazan's eyes, or mistakenly sensing mal-intent, let Fawn up. Drazan quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet, although not too roughly.

The shopkeep finally made his way over the boxes and started yelling things about how 'this brat had stolen from him' and 'how was he supposed to make a living like this?' With a frown, Drazan reached into an inside pocket of his trench coat and pulled out a few coins. ”For the bread,” he stated simply, tossing them at the man's feet before turning and stating away, jerking on Fawn's arm indicating that he wanted her to follow him.

[Farina (Fawn)]

Her hands scraped against pavement, her knees collided with the ground; blood began to flow as she gasped for breath, trying to squirm out from under the young man who had taken it upon himself to play ‘hero’. Unfortunately for Fawn, she was the villain. He jerked his knee, bruising her side and sending pain shooting through her torso while throbbing pain quickly brought a weak cry from her lips. Panic, laced with terror, kept her struggling; fighting a useless fight for freedom as the guy on top of her only pushed harder, letting up only when a shadow fell over them.

Now she had two things to be afraid of. Scratch that, three. There was the angry villagers, the weapon that was currently being pointed in her face, and the deceitful vampire behind that weapon. It was pretty much a ‘choose your poison’ situation, as far as Fawn was concerned.
”No! No please, don’t—“ she begged, fighting and thrashing violently when the vampire grabbed her by the arm, forcing her to her feet and halting any chance of escape; she practically dislocated her shoulder trying. ”Let me go! I don’t want to go with you! Don’t touch me!” she cried out, the thrashing only bringing a ruse from the crowd, who seemed satisfied with her dismay. As far as she believed, she probably had a better chance getting stabbed than going with Drazan. ”Let me GO!” she objected again, tugging against his grip as he dragged her along, gasping and stumbling when something rather large and hard collided with her head, her vision blurring before she became aware of a steady stream of blood dripping down the side of her face.

“Monster!” A child’s voice cried out, as Fawn, blinked, trying to clear her vision as she practically tripped over the rock that had just crashed into her skull. Well she wasn’t unconscious, so it couldn’t be that bad. The fight had been pretty much taken care of, though. Now dizzy with pain and distracted by the thick liquid that dripped down her face Fawn weakly followed along behind the black haired man, stumbling every now and again as she lifted her fingers to the wound, pulling back and staring at the red stain.

[drazan]

Drazan let out a low growl when the girl let out a protest and began to struggle. And not just thrash around or alternate between suddenly becoming limp and pulling with all their might, despite the fact that he had just saved her from a group of angry villagers who wanted no more than her blood, or possibly her hung corpse displayed on the outskirts of the town, the girl felt the need to bite. And kick. And scratch. He supposed he couldn't exactly blame her when he thought about it. It was his fault that she was even in this situation after all, but it was also her fault that he was in the situation he was in. they both had very clear reasons to blame each other, but she had a reason to be afraid of him, while Drazan had no reason to be afraid of her. Had every reason to hate and despise (and be afraid of) himself though.

"Shut it," he growled, low enough so that only she could hear his words, "Or do you want to get torn to shreads by the townsfolk." She didn't appear to want to listen to him, or trust him. So she would prefer to die by the hands of people who hated her guts simply because of what she was born as would she? Fine. If she didn't want his help, then he had no need to give it. He could just leave her to be lynched then.

Or so he wished. It would be a problem off his mind, and he wouldn't have to worry about her anymore.

Or at least it should have been. There was an obvious problem: the one of the girl's older sister. Drazan couldn't exactly kill her or anything like that. It would leave a bad taste in his mouth for one. And if he did leave her to die? Well Forina was sure to hear about it, she seemed to know everything that went around, especially concerning her sister, and he had no doubt that besides making his life a living hell, she wouldn't hesitate to go skipping off to Cappella or Silence with the news. She seemed overly eager to please the governess and her assistant after all.

That was it. Drazan officially hated bloodslaves. All of them. All they did (as far as he could tell) was cause problems.

One of the children in the town cried out, shouting an insult at the girl Drazan was dragging away, and the fight the girl was putting up suddenly stopped. She seemed almost dazed. Was insulting her all he had to - F*ck. He didn't even have to turn around and look at her to know that she was bleeding. He could smell it: the sickly sweet, over-powering scent. He turned around anyways, fixing his dark gaze on the crowd. They shrunk back a bit and he shrugged, before turning away and continuing to move, pulling the now complacent Fawn along behind him.

He had to get out of their way after all, they would just be annoyances. Humans generally were. They were also generally stupid, but that was a fact that Drazan had long since accepted. Besides they generally had aversions to vampires, and this could get bloody….

NO! What was he thinking? Drazan shook his head furiously to clear the thoughts, and smell of her blood from his head. He couldn't trust himself not to kill her, and he doubted she'd be able to stop him. If she had any sort of natural stop coding as a blood slave, it didn't seem to work on him, mutant as he was.

After they were well out of sight from the villagers, he tossed her lightly against a wall. "What is it with you getting hurt every time I'm around?" he complained. "Are you going to go back to the manor, or do I have to drag you there?"

[Farina (Fawn)]

Fawn slowly came back to her senses, the shock from the sight of her own blood—which still flooded down her face with no sign of stopping—wearing off slowly. She should have had Aleth drink more: then she wouldn’t be having this problem now. She barely managed to catch herself, as lost in her thoughts as she was, when the dark haired man threw her into a wall, stumbling and twisting so her back was flat against the cool, rugged stone.

“It’s not like it has anything to do with you!” she quickly shot in response, trying to slowly side step with the wall, away from him, as she glowered nervously at him. ”I’m not going anywhere without Aleth!” she objected, “Not even if you drag me—I won’t l-let you!” she stammered, clenching her hands into small, shaking fists as she resisted the urge to turn and run. She already knew that turning her back on him would only get her in more trouble, but she also knew that she had to get away quickly or she wouldn’t get away at all.

She blinked the blood out of her eyes, for once thankful that she produced blood almost as quickly as she lost it. Passing out in this situation would be bad, and since she had been taken from so often over the past little while—between this person, the vampires who had kidnapped her and Aleth—her body was pretty much in overdrive. It was weird how that worked; the more often you were fed from, the more blood you produced, the better you tasted and smelled, the more you needed to be fed from. ”You stay away from me…” she warned, trying her best to sound threatening, ”Don’t eve think about t-trying anything, or else!”

[drazan]

Drazan shook his head in disappointment when Fawn claimed that it had 'nothing to do with him.' "Unfortunately for both of us," he retaliated, "It does. And since I'm tired of your sister nagging me like she expects me to care about your safety, you're coming back to the manor. I could care less if you stay, but that's something you'll probably have to take up with your sister."

Damn, the fact that she was bleeding was not helping his concentration. He needed to get her back to the manor (where he could safely avoid her) and quickly, if the involuntary twitching of his hand was any clue.

She started edging away, and Drazan knew that the moment she thought she had a chance, she was very likely to run again, and if Drazan lost her now? Well there was a very good chance that the next time he found her, she would be nothing more than a lifeless corpse. Something he would pay for, despite the fact that it wouldn't have been his fault. At least not directly.

Moving forward, he pushed her up against the wall, holding his arm against her throat with enough pressure so that it would be uncomfortable, but nothing would happen unless she tried to move. Unfortunately, that just made the smell of her blood even stronger, and it was no longer something he could control. Slowly, his fangs unsheathed, the one piercing his lower lip. As a bead of blood began to form, Drazan licked it off, his dark purple eyes remaining focused on Fawn.

Raising his free hand, he ran a finger down her jawline, stopping at her chin and tilting her hear up so that her eyes could more easily meet his. If she chose to look in them, well, she would see something different from how Drazan normally was. Instead of his eyes holding nothing more than cold disdain, there was hunger in them (of course), but there was also amusement, curiosity even. No trace of kindness, or compassion. Even that would be a bit of a stretch for the man, especially in the state he was now in. On him, the emotions that did show were somehow sick and twisted, menacing and sadistic, so much so that one would actually prefer the regular black void of hate to be there.

"Why don't we head somewhere more.... isolated?" he asked her, although his tone made it obvious that he wasn't about to give her a choice. Leaning down, he removed his arm from her neck, wrapping it around her waist instead, and pulling her into him. Resting his lips on the wound caused by the rock, he inhaled the scent of her blood, licking the wound once before forcing himself to pull back. "Silly me," he joked darkly, "I seem to be getting a little ahead of myself."

Pulling back, he kept his arm around her waist, making it look like they might be an intimate couple out on a walk through the town. Of course, it was nothing of the like. Pulling her along with him, he strode for a while, before finally finding a deserted alleyway with a wall in the middle. In fact, the alley way was completely empty as well, no wayward boxes or crates for her to climb or hide in, just an aged brick wall. Smirking, he steered her in, pushing her forward toward the wall, and standing in her way. He didn't exactly think she'd try to rush him, but he supposed he couldn't be too careful. Moving forward, the one-sided smile on his face grew, almost unnatural on his face. "Now where were we?" he asked in a smooth tone.

[Farina (Fawn)]

“Then tell her to stop!” Fawn objected, crossing her arms and trying to appear tough, ”Leave me out of it! I’m going to find Aleth and make up for the mess you caused!” She made a move to run, only a few moments too late as she found an arm against her throat, pinning her against the wall. She flushed brightly, blood rushing to her head as she froze under his grip, quickly reverting back to old habits. Seeing the fangs, the line of blood down his chin… she shuddered, fear now coursing through her blood.

Her eyes instinctively dropped but his fingers probed her, making her head rise, her dark brown eyes welling with glassy fears, petrified of the figure who stood over her. For some reason, it felt like that only made it worse. The smirking face, the flash of white teeth… it was instant submission. But her eyes were locked in his violet gaze, the raging lust and hunger sparking goose bumps down her arms. ”P-please…” she whimpered slightly, flinching away from the breath that tickled her face, she verbally whimpered when he pressed his lips against her forehead, running his tongue over the wound. She gasped as the stinging sensation caused her to jerk away from him. But with his arm behind her she couldn’t get away.

”N-no! Let me go! Please!” she begged, although she was to afraid to fight him. She let herself get pulled along, fear holding her in submission as she tried to devise some sort of escape, some way out. She wasn’t even paying attention, which was probably a bad thing. Not even probably, as she stumbled over her feet and caught herself against a rock wall. It was tall, too tall for her to climb with nothing to use as leverage. Her fingers desperately searched the rock for some weakness, some passage or foothold, but she span around quickly as she heard his footsteps from behind her. ”J-just go away.” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper, ”I-if you do then y-you won’t get hurt!” she warned, holding her hands in front of her as though she were ready to fight him, although it was clear that she also believed she would lose.

”A-Aleth! He won’t l-let you hurt me!” She warned, remembering the boy’s promise to protect her… but she didn’t even know if he was still alive let alone in the vicinity. ”M-maybe he’ll let you go if you j-just leave now…” she tried to bluff, visibly trembling as she backed herself flush against the wall, quickly lifting one hand to try and get the blood out of her eye. The fast movement, along with the distraction, didn’t serve her any good. Just as quickly she found herself flying towards the ground, her arms and legs sliding against the rough alley floor and opening shallow scrapes. In a panic she flipped over, sitting with her back in the corner, her hands defensively held up in front of her. ”P-please…” she begged, her wavering voice barely audible, ”Somebody help me!”

[drazan]

Drazan had to admit that he felt something like... pleasure, from the fact that the woman was terrified of him. It was... amusing. These were certainly things that Drazan wasn't used to. He was usually a rather negative person... Although the taste of blood did change him, and this girl had the most delicious blood he had ever come across. Besides, it seemed to be so easy to get a rise out of her, and to see the terror in her eyes appear, so why not appreciate it?

He laughed menacingly at her feeble attempts at trying to defend herself, shaking his head in pity at her actions. "Really? You think you can do anything against me? A trained fighter? As if." he licked his lips thoughtfully, tilting his head and grinning at the girl's terrified and feeble expression, "Besides, aren't you just a blood producing machine? Why are you trying to object to your natural purpose? This is what you live for, isn't it?"

She mentioned Aleth and he couldn't help but growl. "Aleth this, Aleth that. Dear, you keep going on about him as if he's some kind of fairy tale prince. Well guess what girl: fairy tale endings don't happen in real life, and he's not coming to save you. There's no one that can save you...."

The girl suddenly made a quick action, as though she were about to attack him. Vampire hunting instinct cut in, and although he didn't have his weapon out (lucky for her), he still struck her hard, knocking her to the ground. The girl scurried away from him in response, hiding herself in the corner, he back to the wall. She really wasn't helping her situation any.

Walking over, he crouched down in front of her, a smirk on his lips, and a gleam in his violet eyes. "Nobody'll come with a tone like that," he told her, kneeling down and reaching forward to place a hand on her shoulder, as though he were comforting her, although, in reality, he was preparing to squeeze down if she tried anything. Done correctly, the maneuver could be rather painful, "But why call for help? It's not like anybody need to know, right~?"

grinning, he leaned in, ready to bite her. "Besides, this time I'll try to be more gentle." he assured her, licking the side of her neck.

[Farina (Fawn)]

"I--" Fawn tried to object, knowing that it would be useless. She couldn't fight him, and with her bluff being useless she had nothing left to fall on. He was right, she realized as tears sprung to her eyes, Aleth wasn't going to come to save her. And why would he? She had ruined his life. She didn't even have the courage to stand up against that woman when he needed it, even when he had risked everything to save her.

Maybe she deserved this. After all, why should she have a happy, comfortable life when the only person to show her kindness suffered because of it? Yes. She did deserve to be beaten, abused... it was as this person said-- 'it was her natural purpose'. Did she really have a right, after all the trouble she had caused, to fight it?

She flinched back, away from his harsh words. Nobody would come to save her, no matter how much she wanted them to. Hell this person was supposedly sent out to save her from the dangers of the city, so if even he was screwing up then she really didn't have a chance in hell.

"Kyrios..." she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. It was what they called the ones who controlled them; the ones who they served. "Farina..." she mumbled even quieter. "Meal". That was all she was, after all. She wasn't capable of forming any sort of relationship; she resented her sister too much, and she couldn't even find the only person she wanted to get close to. Her gaze dropped, sadness seeping into her large brown eyes.

His hiss in her ear, terrifying and oh so reminiscent of her previous life, made her shudder, but she slowly and submissively nodded her head, whimpering audibly when he moved closer to her, shuddering openly when he ran his tongue over her neck; her pulse quickened as she struggled to maintain her breathing, trembling underneath him as she tried to shrink away. There was nowhere to escape to, though, and with her pinned as she was there was really no way for her to sneak away.

"Please, no..." she begged one last time, doubting she'd get through to him. Regardless of how gentle he would be... her heart picked up pace again, fear and instinct-- instinct for what she was not what she wanted to be-- afflicting her senses. Her scent grew stronger, the blood flowed more quickly (the process made relatively visible by the blood streaming down her face from the shallow wound) and the major veins dilated, pushing against her moist skin. "Please... you don't have to do this..."

[drazan]

Drazan sighed as though in exasperation at the tears fawn was spouting. Pulling back, he looked at her for a moment, before shaking his head and wiping the tears out of her eyes. "Don't cry," he complained, "The scent will throw the taste of the blood off."

He heard her murmured whispers, but barely acknowledged them, the words she spoke being stored in the back of his mind to muse on later. He smiled as her pulse began to quicken, the blood flowing more quickly, normally when a person was as terrified as she obviously was, their heart rate shot through the roof, that was no surprise, but their veins would also constrict, their blood pressure rising. With this girl, this blood slave, it seemed different. The heart rate was increasing, but he could tell from the contour of her neck that the veins had dilated, not constricted. And yet the blood flow from the wound on her forehead had increased, as though her blood pressure had as well.

'Blood slaves certainly are interesting creatures.' Drazan mused to himself. He then brought his attention to his name, deciding on the spot that he didn't like it. Drazan was the name his cursed mother had given him, a name kept only because of Krusnik spells. He couldn't call himself Caj either, because he had no respect for his father, a Kudlak who had the audacity to reject his purpose and fall for his mortal enemy. He had no respect for either of his parents for that matter. Both traitors to who they were, both responsible for the mess that was his existence.

His mind jumped back to what the girl had said. "Kyrios," he mused aloud, his voice soft, drunk with the sweet smell of her blood, "I've decided I like that name girl," he told her, pausing to lick her neck again. Why shouldn't the girl who had awoken him and broken his mother's spells be the one to name him? "Call me that from now on."

Deciding that chatter and self musings were no longer worth it, he sunk his fangs into her neck, aiming for the more volatile arteries, thankfully finding it and puncturing it.

Like a balloon bursting, oxygen and nutrient rich blood flooded into his mouth. As the coppery substance filled his mouth he was forced to swallow, the amazingly sweet taste fading from his tongue for a moment, but not for long, the artery pumping more blood into his mouth at a consistent rate. The blood itself flowed rich and fast, and was thick, but not overly so, like high class gravy. The term meal certainly applied well to this girl, and what a high class meal she was.

Honesty, where had bloodslaves been all of Draz- no, Kyrios's life?

[Farina (Fawn)]

”Th-then don’t take my blood!” she pleaded, ”Find some girl who won’t cry! Wouldn’t that be much better?” her argument was weak, and she knew it, but he didn’t seem to know really what a bloodslave was so… why not try it? If he thought she was just a gypsy human with a little more blood than the rest, wouldn’t it be better off for her? That probably wasn’t the case, but there was really nothing wrong with wishful thinking, right?

She paled lightly—he had been paying attention? He heard that? She shook her head violently ‘no’, flushing half from the blood that was rushing to her head and half out of embarrassment.
”I will not call anybody by that name ever again!” she objected loudly, openly shuddering when he ran his tongue over her neck. She took a moment too long to decide to struggle—a sharp pain flashed through her body like hot fire as he sunk his fangs into her throat, earning a soft gasp of surprise from the petit girl as she tensed, trying to come to terms with the burning sting.

Her body fell back into habit quickly as her brain momentarily shut off, her head tilting away to give him better access as he sucked at her throat. She could feel her heart beat faster, her body trying to make blood as fast as he drank it. She knew from experience that it would be a loosing battle, the only matter was of how long it would take for her sole defense mechanism to set in. After a few seconds, the initial daze slowly wearing off like a drug, Fawn realized exactly what was happening.

”N-NO!” she screamed, trying to push away from him; she felt the skin around his teeth tear a little, the sharp fangs only widening the wounds and quickening the blood flow as she moved. Her heart rate was only rising, pumping as fast as it could go without loosing blood flow, as he suckled from her neck. It was a weird sensation all around—in the practical silence of the alley she could hear her blood pounding in her ears along with her occasional pleading cries, She could feel the blood steadily leaving her, gushing into his mouth—hear him swallowing hungrily. Her hands trembled as she tried to push him off again.

Really it was an impossible attempt. Not only was he bigger than her, but she was loosing blood and he was gaining it. She may have had at least a chance if she had fought before he started feeding, but now she was no worse than an annoying fly buzzing around his head. She couldn’t help but wonder why this was happening to her? Why she always got the crueler treatment while her sister got pleasure and pampering. While her sister had gone and made friends with the vampire, Fawn had ruined the life of the first person she had come to care for in years. While her sister sat comfortably in the manner, Fawn got assaulted in an alleyway. Life could be really unjust sometimes.

She gave up on fighting. There was no way she could get him off of her anyways. There was really only one other option that would benefit her, and that would be to get it over as soon as possible. Slowly she took her arms, which had been violently pushing against him, and wrapped them around his neck, pulling herself up and deepening the bite, allowing more blood to flow more quickly. She let out another soft gasp, the pain returning again, but she kept her arms tightly wrapped around him. This way the bitter taste would set in more quickly, she rationalized; this way she’d be freed faster.