Thread: When the Prey of Men find the Predator Within (translucentfeathers &  xanaphia)

The term Mistress had her wrinkling her nose, her normally collected pale face twisting into a grimace. The very thought of Sierra being pushed into a role where it was demanded of her to service another, after all she had been through had her shaking her head minutely. The very idea of a slave cowering before Blair, eyes glassed over and lifeless left her feeling nauseated, knowing that is the type of supposed respect her kind expected of others. You won't be the only one in need of practicing, she said with a slight shake of her head. I don't make it a habit to keep 'pets' for blood or for sport, she said quietly with a shake of her head before casting a pained smile at the woman next to her. Not that she would mind the idea of the strong powerful woman next to her being brought to the point that Sierra was nothing more than a quivering mess beneath her ministrations or even the reverse, where Blair herself was at the beautiful red head's mercy. Blair ignored the tendril of heat that curled through her at that taboo thought, allowing a human to have control over her, even for a few moments was something she would be shunned for. Slaves and pets were meant to service their vampire masters in whatever way necessary regardless of their own needs, the roles were never meant to be reversed. Blair hated it, felt confined to it. She had moments where she wanted to give into her instincts and be serviced, to dominate and take what she wanted from her partners, but then there were times she wanted to just give up that control and strength she had and just submit herself to someone elses wants and forget the roles she was expected to play. The city was on the horizon though, and she dragged herself from her thoughts, shifting in her seat slightly before climbing out once Sierra parked the vehicle. Blair watched silently as Sierra packed herself with essentials and items to trade, and her amber eyes noticed the pained expression that crossed the humans features she she placed her gun into the car. Without a moment to think on it Blair reopened her passenger door and leaned over to collect up the woman's weapon, strapping it to her back easily. You can't carry it, but I can and I would not see you go without a means of protection. The rest you will be carrying so 'I don't have to', she said with a shake of her head. She had seen slaves be used as pack mules before. Blair did some more digging and found a light green rag and brought it over to the other woman. Slice your palm and rub the blood over the cloth, then wrap it around your neck to hide the fact I haven't fed from you. Others would take it as a lack of my marking my claim over you. Blair took one of the chains from Sierra, rigging it with a set of zipties to make a makeshift pair of cuffs and lead. Then slip these over your wrists and tighten them. I will attach the chain to my waist. If something happens and you need to be freed I can break them, she added with a quick nod. Blair waited for Sierra to do what needed before she headed to the city gates. It was no small feat entering the city, a check on Blair's lineage and the coven she belongrd to along with her claim of ownership over Sierra and the human woman being registered to her. Once inside she was reminded of every reason why she hated this place, why it made her skin crawl. Large buildings made of stone gave off a dead cold impression, there was no plant life or vegetation, everying made of hard grey rock and marble. Blair pressed through the city, making her way to her home as she blatantly ignored the cold lifeless eyes of the collared slaves who were running errands for their masters in the dying twilight hours. Blair took a moment, a chance glance back at Sierra, disguising it to nod for the other woman to pick up her pace when in reality she was checking on how the human was managing.