Thread: Dark Tribute (Demorica and Myself)

As she slept she had strange dreams, not sure what to make of them and none of it making any sense. She could feel herself being carried, but she was so tired she did not care, she could still feel her new master's presence and so she was not too concerned. What surprised her was that he was actually being kind, especially with all the tales told about him, and in her dreams those little story tales came to life. She remembered a crazy young woman when she was younger who had been in his presence but returned to the village and she seemed to go insane, wanting to go back, but saying it was not allowed, even from time to time she would wander off and say she was going back, but later she would return saying she had lost her way there or was no longer welcome. Years had passed and she was still so delusional, talking of a dark, yet lovely creature, something that could woo any woman and had a very deep kiss. It was not until now that she understood who and what she mean, and realized that she must have been used and fed upon by him at some point in time, remembering how beautiful she had been before she was sent home, clearly having done something to make him return her, but she was not sure what that was and did not want to know. Waking slowly she looked around the luxurious room in awe, sitting up she looked at everything in it, feeling the warmth of the fire against her soft warm flesh was new, and welcomed since not often did she get a warm place to sleep let alone a place like this. Looking around she spotted him in his chair and tilted her head a little, curious as to what he was doing, just looking at her, or in thought. She slowly began to move to get off the bed, but it was difficult for her to move since it was so soft, so she sat there in the center, keeping her legs crossed like a lady as she looked up at him. May I have something to eat My Lord? I have had only some stale bread today and water from the river. She said, knowing that might not have sounded too good, but it was all she could get and people in the town were not often generous to her at all. She really did not expect much of anything to eat since she doubted he ate anything other than drinking from a humans flesh, but then again she figured he would have to feed his servants, as long as they were human or something that drank more than blood. She remained on the bed, rather relaxed and now that she was a little more rested and calm she managed to actually look at him, and not just fear what she had heard about him. She figured the reason he seemed to frightening was because of his entrance and the way he dressed, but now in a well lit room she could see him much better and had to admit he was attractive, but reminded herself what it was he wanted from her, or what he expected her to give him, everything. Her arms wrapped around herself as she waited for a response, his presence still giving her the chills, but not as much as before, maybe because she had already come to terms with what was happening, or maybe because this was an opportunity for her, she had no family, no loved ones, no one, and this meant she might be able to have someone who cared for her as others in the village do, something she longed for so badly, to be cared about, but she did not expect that from him, and he did not know that was what she was seeking, nor did he really need to know, she did not want to get her hopes up after all.