Thread: Bound By Blood (Yuna & Emperor_Nero's 1x1)

Nero Archon, Head of the Department of Control and Management in the Southern America, had a job that sounded simple and peaceful. But it was not. The secret would be hidden in the two words left off the official name of his department that should have been there. Of Humanity His job, simply put, was to put humanity in its place below the vampiric race and to crush rebel groups. The task force he controlled, termed by the New Age Government as Enforcers but known to the rebellious groups as Reapers, were ruthless, efficient, and quiet. No one escaped the Reapers. Not even the most quick of human rebels. Nero, who was equally infamous in these rebel groups, was often termed the Puppetmaster, when not simply referred to as you know, that bastard or the twisted son of a bitch. Few liked Nero, but he cared little. Prostitution remained illegal, where vampires were involved. The New Age Government didn't care what humans did to each other, but a vampire with a STD would be a viable weakness in their genetic perfection, and that they could not allow. Executions were the only punishment- vampires would be injected with a blend of holy water, silver slivers, and neurotoxins, which would kill them quickly but painfully. Humans would simply be drained of blood and then their bodies burned. Simple and effective. Humans would often be taken into the homes of vampires as blood slaves, serving as both a meal and sexual release. After one bite, a human would easily become addicted to the sensation, and often a genetic bond would form in their brain so that the hormones and chemicals the bite delivered would be tied specifically to one vampire, making them dependant. It was a ruthless way to keep women coming back for more even as the drug degraded them and made them more and more willing. On the other hand, those that could resist it became dangerous. Rebel groups would hire them to kill off vampires during sexual acts or feeding, or both, as the actions often occurred simultaneously. And it was part of Nero's job to hunt down these women and men, as female vampires enjoyed them for the same purpose, and not all vampires were attracted to the opposite sex. And so he found himself in New Mexico, investigating some uprisings and suspicious deaths of local officials. It was awful work. But, for publicity's sake he was here, in a little restaurant, to use this as an intimidation technique. Not many rebels would do much if they knew they were on the government's radar. Especially if the Puppetmaster was in town, with his personal squad of Reapers patrolling the area. It might take a silver bullet to kill a vampire, but lead ones worked just fine for humans. As the pretty waitress approached, he looked up, his short black hair ruffled across his head, amber-red eyes that marked him as the vampiric kind. His skin was pale and nearly translucent, his fingers long and slender. A black pistol was clipped to his belt, but he had other, more quiet weapons on his body elsewhere. Good evening. He said precisely, his pale lips moving slightly. Her aroma of life was tempting and intoxicating. The temptation to sink his fangs into her was strong, but he resisted. Perhaps he could seduce her. I don't normally eat, but I will defer to the waitress's good judgement. What is particularly good tonight, beautiful? He said softly. He was alone at the table, and appeared about twenty-eight, but she would probably know exactly who he was. And that he was under watch always.