Thread: Bloodthirsty

To the boy's first question, the Vampire remained unmoved, his response coldly refined. Cut sharply, like the angels of his eyes, I did not take your mother because I did not desire her. You do not understand William, how difficult it is to trace a ghost of a linage. We found your family a few months before your father's untimely death. Your mother was already coupled, which left you. He hadn't plucked the child from his mothers bosom for the forthright reason he did not wish to raise him. Had the boy grown within these stone walls, he would know nothing of the world. A living shell. Utterly obedient... Ah, but the boy was yelling at him. How refreshing, after the years of those who bowed and scraped. Even furious and confused, the boy managed to retain some civility. It almost made Amador chuckle. I ordered Istillo and James to treat you gently, he responded frankly. No vampire was to touch his property. My motives, Red eyes held the boy's angry gaze, are not so simply defined. His eyes seemed to darken somewhat. Though he had not moved, the Lord suddenly seemed far more imposing. A small smile played on the corners of his lips, Perhaps I was being genteel. Old fashioned. Do you not take to kindness? Shall I be... Unkind? The threat hung between them, the air heavy. The boy seemed to break down somewhat, his mind running away from him. Ah, James? Amador gave a slow nod. Colored contacts. It was quite simple, tuning red to brown. William seemed to realize the hand he proffered, standing with uncertainty. Amador could smell the adrenaline and fear that shone lurid in the guarded azure eyes. Warm fingers slipped slowly into his palm. A dark gaze swept over the mortal standing before him. What a wonder you are... The boy did not fight as Amador's hand enclosed his smaller one, blood pumping fast through the boy's veins. A soft voice. Like a broken doves, almost a plea exiting the boy's trembling pink lips... He basked in it. It turned hoarse as the human's throat constricted in fear. Amador let his eyes trail from the boy's eyes down the line of his slender neck, to the collar bone that peeked from the collar of his loose, white shirt. He stood. Slowly enough not to frighten the mortal too severely, keeping the boy's hand. He was of an intimidating hight, towering over the slight boy before him. The human would undoubtably tuck comfortably under his chin... Pulling the boy flush against his hard body by his wrist, Amador's free hand traveled up to the back of the boy's head. He grasped a handful of flaxen hair, enough to not be painful, but to ensure his human would not turn away. His human. This boy was his. The Lord's face lowered until red eyes leveled above bewitching blue. No. The word was breathed slowly over the boy's lips, unclear as to which question he was answering, before Amador's lips crashed down hard upon the boy's. The hand holding the boy's wrist released to wrap tightly around his waist, drawing the enticing human closer. If he was struggling, the Vampire was not aware. His eyes closed, holding the little mortal tightly against his chest... Tasting him. His tongue ran leisurely along the boy's bottom lip, feeling where Will had nibbled away until scabs formed. The dried blood sent a shudder up his spine, and his hold on the boy tightened. The workings of a deep growl rose in his throat. Amador resisted the hunger that rose as well, instead swiping his tongue over the cuts once more, healing them. He thrust his tongue past the boy's teeth, unaware if they had been clenched or not, relaxing his hold somewhat as he was enveloped in the moist, warm cavern. Ah... He could find no words. The boy's mouth far more exquisite than any fresh blood he had ever tasted. His lips moved deftly against William's, tongue retracting slowly. With slight reluctance the Vampire relented, raising his head to let the boy breathe. And speak, if he so wished.