Thread: Blood Bonds and Violent Passions (Myself and Makeupedzombie)

It had been five years since the fall of mankind and the rise of the blood-drinkers, the vampire clans. Five years since the New Age Government took control of most of the Americas, and whispered words said that their exploits were slowly stretching cold, pale fingers out toward Europe and Asia as well, dark-eyed, pale soldiers preparing to march against those human civilizations who now cowered in terror and slowly slipped into anarchy. Five years. Nero Archon, now known as Grand Advisor Nero, remembered those days clearly. The fall of the government as they failed to contain the threat. Hidden vampires all over the countries of the Americas emerged from hiding and struck, dragging humans down. And now, vampires ruled, day and night. He remembered standing by the now-Emperor, then General, charging against the massed forces of mankind, the lead bullets punching through their flesh but causing no damage. They were strong, invincible. Only sunlight and wooden stakes could kill them, and the suits of armor, all microfibers and protective layers, protected them from both beams of deadly sun and splinters of cursed wood. From this downfall of humanity, society had been forged anew. In this massive city at the center of the New Age world, the Imperial Vampire Coalition held the centermost location, huge pillars of dark glass and steel and lights stretching to the dark and grim sky, drizzling rain pouring almost constantly. Then, as the city spread out, the sky lightened, but the city did not. For a mile or so radius around the center, most things were fine. Apartments, office buildings, all owned and used by the Coalition. But then broken buildings and crushed homes, cars burnt out, roads torn apart. This was the chaos, the remains, of the Revolution. The evidence of the fighting five years ago. Here was where the free humans scavenged and fought. here was where patrols of New Age forces kept human gangs from running into the Capitoline Area the vampire name for the central part of the city and disturbing the peace. Free humans. Humans untouched by vampires. These creatures somehow avoided the bites and death during the revolution and had untainted blood, the drug of the bites not yet in them. And most would avoid it. Only beautiful, attractive humans were selected by vampires now. Selected to join the ranks of the blood slaves- humans who depended on their vampire master or mistress to deliver the lovely bite and the aphrodisiac that came with it. These slaves often filled other needs, like satisfying the huge sexual drive of vampiric beings, the stamina that let them go on and on and on. Some of the more daring free humans liked to linger in bars and clubs near the edge of the Capitoline Area, tempting vampires to nibble. These places were often dark, filled with music and drinking and open-air passions, wild dancing and often very little clothing. It was in one of these clubs that Nero currently relaxed, watching the writhing crowd from a private lounge. It was brightly lit, a brilliant white square of light pouring from the wall as he watched from his window. His straight, imposing body, tall and broad, dressed in a sharp suit, silhouetted against the brilliant light. his eyes, unseen, scanned the room below for his victim. He wanted. He hungered and lusted. He had shown his dominance over humanity in the fights during the Revolution, now he would show his dominance in a new way- by taking a lovely little human girl to be his pretty slave. His black hair, just long enough to run fingers through or tug lightly, was carefully combed back from his face, nearly-black eyes watching the dimly-lit room below. Pale fingers clasped his hands behind his back. In the shadows behind him, a guard in full black gear, tinted helmet and waiting pistols stood ready. Then he caught a glimpse of her. A glance told him that she was perfect. The way she held herself and moved. He had no care for whether she was owned by another or perhaps romantically involved with a human. she was his now that he had seen her. She could not escape. He was her fate now.