Thread: Forever Mine (Ava and Fates)

It had not taken long for the ravenous vampires to finish their meal the beautiful girl, once full of life, now pale and motionless. Her eyes were wide open, locked in a fear that consumed her still, even in death. Normally, he would have advised against killing off the locals with such abandon, but it was a far greater risk to allow her life and freedom after the things shed witnessed. Still, it was almost a shame to see such a beautiful creature reduced to such a tragic state. As if sharing his sympathies, the lone female of his guests had the girls lifeless head in her lap, a gluttonous smile across her red-stained lips as she stroked the deceased girls hair with a mocking affection. Such a pretty little thing, she cooed, her voice honey, I thought for certain you would choose her. A good thing for us he didnt, Malcolm announced, practically smacking his lips as he stood, I havent had one that delicious in nearly a century. She was quite exquisite, the third agreed, If she could not impress our lord, I fear he shall never be satisfied. I have standards, he said of the jape, You would do well to develop a few for yourself. Food is food, his guest argued, dismissing the idea with a wave of his hand. Perhaps to a gourmand too obsessed with getting his fill to savor the truly divine. Now clean this mess up. Make certain the remains are never found. The trio obeyed his order at once, one of the men swinging the girl over his shoulder while her dead limbs swung about. The other two followed him in an elated stupor, the sound of the womans cold laughter ringing off the walls as they left. With the others gone, he slipped deep into his thoughts, pondering what his next best move would be. Perhaps he was foolish to want this his last attempt at creating a prodigy had ended less than ideal, after all. Maybe his lack of success should be taken as a sign to give up. At this rate, it wouldnt be long before there were no women left to choose from. This worry plagued him even as his guests returned, practically drunk on the young womans blood flowing in their veins. Smitten in such bloodlust, it wasnt long before the three of them were all over one another touching, groping and caressing, a tangle of bodies upon the large couch where theyd slaughtered their prey. Spotting a lack of interest on their hosts part, the female left her compatriots to each other while approaching his throne. His cold eyes watched her as she lowered herself to the ground and crawled seductively towards him. A devious grin was on her lips, but even as her soft hands began to snake up his legs and to his knees, he showed no sign of excitement at her promise. But she never got the chance to persuade him further, as not a moment later, the doors to the hall were thrown open to permit their latest addition. His blue eyes lifted at once, leaving his would-be seductress to fall upon the stunning visage his servants had brought him this time. He could tell at once that this was a rare find, her very presence striking something within him from first glance. Sensing the change, the vampiress turned to face the newcomer as well, wondering what was so special to grab his attention with such ease. Why William, how kind of you to bring us dessert, she teased, rising from her knees to give her a master a fair chance to appraise the girl, despite her jealousy over how easily hed been stolen away from her. Shes not quite as pretty as the last one, Malcolm concluded, the advances on his companion having stopped upon her arrival, But she smells really fucking good. He had to fight the urge to draw his fangs, not wishing to upset his host before he made a decision. She did smell divine, but not as beautiful? That was debatable. She was frankly stunning with her long dark hair and bright green eyes. His gaze swept every inch of her body, admiring how regal she could appear, even in a simple blue dress. But perhaps the most captivating thing of all was her strong posture and bold approach. He spotted a fierce determination in those emerald eyes an undeniable spirit which had been missing in his last prospect. It intrigued him, yet his stony, commanding nature would betray no such emotion to her. Did she now? he mused, contemplating the request of a new life. But it seemed this girl was not content to sit by and let others speak for her, which only impressed him further. Never had a mortal approached him so confidently. Even if they were ignorant to his true identity, one could not deny the supremacy of his presence. Like gravity, he had a way of drawing people in with magnetism so intense, it could make even the stout hearted uncomfortable. Yet she seemed to weather that for the most part, drawn to his gaze but never flinching. And when she offered her name and requested his in return, his calculating expression was broken by the ghost of a smile. For anyone else in the world, that would have been a simple question. But for a creature such as him, such things were difficult to explain. So he took his time to respond, rising to step down from his throne and greet her properly. That would depend on who you ask, he said, clasping his hands behind his back as he stood tall and imposing before her. Men have called me many things throughout the ages To the Egyptians I was known as Qadir, while the Greeks referred to me as Athan. To the hindu people I am Markandeya, where as in Arabic I am simply known as Tariq. My true given name, however well in your tongue the literal translation would be Tusk-Breaker. A fitting title 19,000 years ago, but in this day and age I cant rightly go around calling myself Tusk-Breaker, now can I? For this purpose, I have adopted Alastair as my latest identity, and so you may refer to me as such. He gave her a moment to absorb all of that, certain it would come off as incoherent nonsense. She wouldnt be the first mortal to think he was crazy upon their initial meeting the everyday rational mind was seldom willing to accept the truth of exactly what he was. So tell me, Isabella why have you come to me seeking this, new life? He did not wait for an answer as he stepped forward, circling her much like the last girl to stand in her place. His eyes drank in every detail, tracing every line and counter of her beautiful frame as if it meant the difference between life and death. And with his contingent of followers watching, waiting, hoping for his rejection, there was no doubt that it did.