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Thread: Blood Slave ( Andariel & Emperor_Nero )

Voodoo was never completely full, nor was its patrons lively in any sense of the word, but for Astrid Aspera, it was where she liked to call home. The club was underground, nestled in the basement rooms of a local condominium complex, and had a chill to it that would bring shivers to even the coldest of humans. Walls were painted black and dark shear royal purple and red draperies were hung throughout, casting corners for privacy to those who wished it. The all too familiar scent of iron wafted through the air, tickling at everyones noses, leaving many drooling for more, and others begging to give their surrender. Vampires had long since become to dominant race, leaving humans as food, or toys, and only a few striving off the freedom they still possessed, and that, was Astrid. It was not often that free humans were found, wandering blood bars, practically flaunting themselves to the fanged ones, yet, she walked that line on a regular basis. Most free humans had joined SIF, Safety in Freedom, a vampire hunting organization. They thought they were being noble to the human race, Astrid thought they were stupid. A low base beat pumped though the room as humans mosied around, their scared flesh shimmering in the low light, soft seductive smiles on their faces as they settled next to, or in the laps of their next feeder. Men and women sitting on the outside circle of the club, their fangs either buried deep within or hovering just above the soft, silken flesh, taking their crimson sustenance. Astrid, however, was different from the others. Her body was unmarred by the marks of her takers, only because she had never been taken, her thin fingers held in the air as her hips waved back and forth, dancing to the soft beat. Her blonde and blue tendrils sat on top of her head in a messy bun, a few long strands hanging down the back of her shoulder blades, tickling at her skin. A layer of thick pvc covered her body, a triangle cut out at her chest, leaving her cleavage clear and open, while the rest of it clung tightly to the first few inches of her thighs. A thick leather collar covered her neck, steel bones running through it, like a posture collar as it cupped just below her chin and the base of her spine, keeping her range of motion small, but also keeping any unwated teeth from the most sensitive flesh. Hungry eyes watched her, all hovering on her form, she knew they were wanting, yet none ever came. Why, she had asked herself many times, and never would she mistake herself as safe, yet, there was an air of it around her, like no one would take her, even if she offered herself to them.
Thread: Blood Slave ( Andariel & Emperor_Nero )

One of those set of hungry eyes was Nero Archon, a vampire of impressive wealth and power in the New Age government, as the vampiric aristocracy named themselves. He lounged comfortable on a purple couch in the back of the club, wearing a dark suit with a deep blue tie that matched the azure head of his black cane. His eyes, the irises the color of the blood he needed, scanned the room, but every so often landed upon the lovely Astrid. Her apparel intrigued him. Not only was the clingy material extremely sexy and shiny, so her curvy body was emphasized by the wonderful garment, it also protected her from the razor sharp, silvery fangs of the dominant species that now controlled most of the world. The collar did much the same thing, and made him wonder why one obviously not desiring to be fed upon would come here, to a place where lust and bloodlust became the same desire, and the seductive human women begged for the bite of a strong vampire, male or female. Human men were still attractive to many human women, and it was rare for a marriage to occur between races and humans in slavery were often bred for more of their kind. But no male of the inferior race could offer the adrenaline rush and the massive release of endorphins caused by the bite of a vampiric being. The vampire race had developed that nature. The bite was pleasantly painful, while sharp and burning, it was also one of the most pleasurable things the body could feel, causing every nerve to alight in passion. Which would explain its natural attachment to sex. Catching the young woman's eye, he beckoned to her with a single, black glove finger, silently requesting her to join him on the loveseat. This would be, however, practically impossible, unless she was willing to practically sit on his lap. After all, that's what often happened in these lounges. In character, Nero was unique. He was young for a vampire, yet old for a human, reaching sixty years. But his appearance was that of a twenty year old, chiseled and muscular, with sharp eyes and strong body. He was tall and stable, a figure that, even before the rise of the blood-drinkers, would have appealed to many a woman. The fangs were an added effect, glittering at the edge of his sardonic smile. Nero worked for the Maelstrom, the department of the New Age government responsible for removing free human threats. The SIF was his chief concern, yet the vampiric force rarely lost, having the near immortality and inhuman agility and strength. Modern weapons, though generally useless except to injure a vampire, were still very effective against humans, giving the vampires the leg up, until someone fashioned a wooden bullet that worked. But Nero was powerful and was the lead in crushing many a rebellion in so many cities, and now he wished to show his power and dominance over the human race in a different way. And he had found his victim.
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Astrid's mind had been boggled the entire night, leaving her to sway mindlessly, her actions not connecting to the thoughts in her head. SIF recruiters had contacted her, even after her numerous begs for them to leave her be, she was still stuck with their constant bugging. It was hard for humans to find the sustenance that they needed since the New Age government had taken over, making grocery stores practically obsolete. It was almost impossible to get food unless you were owned by a vampire, a very important human, or had connections to SIF. Astrid did what she had to. She knew far more about SIF than she ever wished, but food was food, and they seemed to be her only option. Sharron Rominov was the leader of their local SIF division, and happened to be one of the highest ranking officers in the organization. Sharron was not only a SIF officer, but also a close friend to Astrid, no matter how much neither of them approved of the others actions. Sharron and Astrid knew each other long before SIF. Astrid would always remember the day that they had met. She was just a little girl on the beach at the age of 6, walking along the coast, her pink sun dress fluffing in the wind, a tiny pail of sea shells firmly in her fingers as she waddled along the sea line. The water just barely touched her toes as she moved, her feet moving closer to it with each few steps, almost tempting the water to take her, and that's exactly what it did. Sharron, had been there to scoop her out of the water, flattening her wet blonde curls as she choked up sea water, sobbing just like the tiny girl she was. Sharron was 24 then, now, she is 43, and she still looks out for Astrid, even when her influence was impossible to reach out to her with. Astrid would never join SIF, but Sharron would always watch out for her. Her hips continued their hypnotic sway as she turned her body, her cerulean eyes meeting a young man's. His finger curling towards himself, gesturing for her to come to him. Her teeth easily found her bottom lip as she looked at him, knowing exactly who he was. Attractive as he may be, he was trouble, but she couldn't help but feel a short shiver run down her spine as gleaming crimson eyes bored into her. Her feet moved, almost before her brain could make up it's mind. Her heals tapped lightly, just loud enough for her to hear over the thumping beat of the music, it's sound almost like that of the heart that hammered in her chest. She approached him carefully, her curved body moving to the arm of the loveseat he occupied, staying as far from his presence as possible, but close enough to feel the chill that radiated from his flesh. Nero, She spoke out softly, letting the words flutter from her red painted lips, almost as a hello, more than anything else.
Thread: Blood Slave ( Andariel & Emperor_Nero )

His eyes watched her intently, judging her lip biting, her hesitation, and wondering what was behind it. More than likely, she knew is cruel and cold reputation toward the resistant humans that fought his power in this area. Perhaps she knew some victims of his swift and powerful suppression of their rebellious actions. He cared little. Humans would forgive and forget, even to creatures they loathed. The corner of his pale lips curved upward as she settled against the arm of the love seat, pressed closer to him than she'd probably prefer. He raised an eyebrow when she spoke his name, but he was clearly unsurprised by her knowledge of who he was. That is correct, love. And you are? He asked softly, a slender finger gently trailing the curve of her jaw. My face is well known, fortunately or not so, but I'm curious about a lovely young lady that comes to a blood bar dressed so in such a provocatively beautiful manner, yet wears a layer of armor to ward off my kind... If you didn't want to be fed from, you wouldn't be here. He mused, fingers playing over the smooth material over her hip.
Thread: Blood Slave ( Andariel & Emperor_Nero )

Her head turned away slightly, her eyes fluttering closed as his cool digit slid across the expanse of her jaw, goosebumps raising against her flesh as he did so, her body unable to stop it's natural reaction to his touch. Astrid. She let out quietly, her eyes still studying the back wall of the club, clearly being able to see a couple within the confines of a shear black drape, the man's teeth firmly planted in the woman's neck, before her attention was brought back to Nero. His questioning brought a tiny smile to her lips, it was as if he had seen through the wall, obviously, he was smarter than she would have expected. I am a human, yet my flesh stays untouched by your kind. Perhaps I am just tempting the right kind of man? She hummed, her eyes looked at him once more, her chin tilting down as best as she could with the boned collar keeping her straight. She was tempting him, just as she had said as a smirk came to her lips, her voice presenting itself once more to him. Though, I could ask a similar question. What is a man like you, wealthy, prominent, powerful, doing here?
Thread: Blood Slave ( Andariel & Emperor_Nero )

Astrid. Nero repeated softly, his crimson eyes locked with hers. A lovely name. Fitting for such a sexy young woman. Nero just smiled slightly. Then I must ask, what would you consider 'the right kind of man'? He teased with a small smile, fingers not pausing in their aimless wandering caresses on the material she wore. As for why I'm here, it's quite simple. A vampire needs to feed, in more ways than one. I've been circulating through the city, looking for a lovely lady who I might persuade to be a more perms and source for my desires. He said simply. I don't pretend to hide my wishes, and I'm sure you had the idea that such a thing was what I wanted when I beckoned you over. You're tempting. He whispered softly. I haven't come across such a desireable lady in a while... And unmarked by another's bite. He mused softly. Why haven't you been claimed already? He teased.
Thread: Blood Slave ( Andariel & Emperor_Nero )

Her ears perked lightly, even at the young age of 23, the idea of permanent brought pleasure to her mind, especially in the world she now lived in. The right kind of man?, she wondered, her body turning lightly into his own, her feet now in the seat of the cushion, the toes of her heals just barely pressing to his thigh, Firm, caring, he must have an air of possessive. I'll know him when I see him. As for my flesh, I stay unmarked, because I belong to no one, but myself. She let out, smiling as she reached down, fingering the lapel of his suit jacket, her eyes tracing the thread patterns calmly before glancing back up at him. It seems we are in the same boat. Her fingers left his jacket as she moved to stand, her body turned, her hand held out to him, her eyes practically begging him for a dance. She was not desperate, but company was something she would always welcome, even if just for a night.
Thread: Blood Slave ( Andariel & Emperor_Nero )

As her heels rested lightly on his thigh, his fingers played lightly up her legs, pausing and moving away on her inner thigh just an inch before her dress began. Mm. For now. He said with a teasing little smile at her claim that she belonged to no one. The more he listened to her and felt her presence near him, the more he wanted her, to possess her fully. As she stood and offered him her hand, his eyes read over her clear desire for companionship. He stood easily, moving with grace and precision with her to the dance floor, where his hands lingered lightly on her hips, pulling her gently but firmly closer to his muscled body. He led the dance naturally, not once fumbling or stepping on her feet, very easily controlling his motions. As for being in the same boat, I suppose we are. He mused. I'm sure obtaining food isn't an easy thing for you, and obtaining the quality of food I would like isn't quite as easy for me as well. He said, moving gracefully to the beat of the music. But I can't claim to know your difficulty. I'm rather comfortable in my near-endless life. He chuckled deeply. Then, his face turning serious for a moment, he pulled her slightly closer. You know, it wouldn't be hard for you to be comfortable.
Thread: Blood Slave ( Andariel & Emperor_Nero )

Her cheeks were easily turned pink by his comment. It had slowly become very clear to her what his motives were. Their bodies flowed perfectly together, dancing about the empty floor, her body just close enough to feel his infinite coolness again, letting it send shivers down her spine. She had the urge to rest her body against his, but instead she gazed up at him, following his lead carefully, smoothly moving along with him. She listened to him carefully, her thin fingers wrapping tighter around his own as he brought up a struggle with food. He was hinting, he must have known, now he's just baiting her. Her eyes squint slightly as she watched him speak, her shoulders shrugging, though his offer of comfort tempted her to no end. Her life was no where near comfortable. Her apartment was old and run down on the bad side of town. It was sad to say, that at home, vampires were the least of her worries. Plunderers were constantly knocking on her door, slamming against it, leaving her with the threat of next time. She couldn't accept though, if he didn't bleed her dry, Sharron would figure out a way to.
Thread: Blood Slave ( Andariel & Emperor_Nero )

He could tell simply by that slight tightening of her grip that her life was not comfortable, that food and peace and security were not luxuries she had. And in the look she gave him, gazing up at him, he could see how much she wanted to accept, how much she craved security. But then there was something else, something that made her remain silent. Her silence was enough to tell him her answer. My offer will stand. He said softly. There is no need to accept or refuse now- I am infinitely patient. Give it some thought. He whispered, and let the matter rest, pulling her close as the music turned to a slower song, and their steps became more of a slow swaying motion. He made no comment, but his hands gently caressed her sides and hips with a firm touch, whispering hints and offers of comfort and security. Within his grasp, no one could touch her or reach her. His hands seemed to promise pleasures unknown and adventures in ecstasy.
Thread: Blood Slave ( Andariel & Emperor_Nero )

There had been a strange sense of security in his arms, his scent was soft in her nose, but it made him even more alluring as she let her head rest against his chest. He had to know how badly she wished to say yes, but even so, her best friend was still at the back of her mind. What would Sharron say? Do what you have to, to survive. This would be drastic, but maybe worth it. Her head would nod softly, moving away from his chest just a bit, her blue hues gazing up at him once more, taking in the crimson of his own. Yes. She mumbled lowly, knowing he would still be able to hear her. She had few other words as she accepted his offer, not fully knowing what else it was that he would want from her. Comfort was far superior to what she had at the moment, and she would never turn it down. Now she would just have to figure out how to balance him, and Sharron very carefully. Her head would lean back down against his chest, her ear to him, listening to the void that was the centre of his body, her eyes fluttering softly, glancing around vaguly, watching her surrounding as her mind took over.
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Nero smiled slightly as she whispered that soft agreement. Mm. That's what I hoped you would say. He whispered softly, his lips pressing gently to her forehead. It's not going to be easy. I'm a demanding master. But I can promise you protection, pleasure, and whatever your heart desires in exchange. He promised, his hands caressing her sides and back still. Come home with me. Join me for tonight. I'll show you my home and what your life will be like. And we can enjoy each other fully. He suggested softly, cool hand crawling up to fit between her shoulder blades, the other lingering on the warmth of her thigh. There is nothing I would desire more. He told her, tilting her head back slightly as he moved his hand, and cupped her cheek as his lips pressed firmly to hers.
Thread: Blood Slave ( Andariel & Emperor_Nero )

Her head would nod once more as she gazed up at him, his words bring a soft joy to her heart. She knew it wouldn't be easy. She had heard from the girls that frequented here. Even just one night with a man had left them exhausted for days, not just physically, but mentally as well, and with a man like Nero, she was almost assured that her fate would be similar. I would like that She mumbled once more, her eyes glancing down as he spoke again, revealing his want to her before moving her body back just a bit, his mouth meeting her own, coaxing a soft moan from between her lips as the heat from her own melted against she cold of his. Her fingers moved up, digging into his jacket lapels once more, not daring touch his own flesh as her tongue grazed at his bottom lip, trying to dominate the moment between them.
Thread: Blood Slave ( Andariel & Emperor_Nero )

That soft moan told him of the hidden lust inside her, and he loved the heat of her against him. Her fingers on his chest, his hand on her cheek, the other on her side. As her tongue slid across his bottom lip, as if asserting a little bit of dominance, he nipped lightly at it before his own tongue slipped out to wrestle with hers, teasing and dancing over her lithe pink muscle, hot and life-filled. Then he broke the kiss with soft ones along her jaw before pulling away, smiling slightly, silver fangs glittering at the edges of that smirk. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close, yet not holding her as many of the other vampires held their prizes- like whores or treats. No, he held her close, as if keeping her from being snatched up by another, protectively, his torso inviting her to lean on him as he led her out of the club and out to a sleek black car that was parked in the lot outside the condominium complex that housed the bar. Off for tonight, can't wait to continue!
Thread: Blood Slave ( Andariel & Emperor_Nero )

Her fingers only tightened in his jacket, her nails digging into her palms as she inhaled deeply, feeling his teeth nipping at her tongue. The soft sound of a gasp played between their mouths as she pulled her tongue back a bit, her eyes blinking open quickly, almost in fear. She had very easily come to the realization, that she had no idea what he was capable of. As he pulled away, her eyes caught his, her stare becoming unsure as his fangs became very apparent to her. To say that she wasn't afraid of him, was an understatement. She was afraid of him, very mush so, but she wasn't sure if she was more excited for the adventure, or frightened of the path they would take together. Her body curled into his as he moved them to his car, her heals tapping lightly all the way, feeling eyes follow them as they left the club. The black pain shone slightly in the street lights, and each of the tiny drops of precipitation from the recent rain fall, were like tiny disco balls. She slowly pulled herself from his arms, her fingers reaching out to open the door, her eyes glancing back at him, an unsure look playing at her face. She had began as something of confidence, and devolved into a tiny squirming nervous mess and she was sure that he knew it too.
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He did know it. Her insecurity and little tinges of fear let off a detectable scent from her skin that was slightly intoxicating. Her eyes met his and he smiled just slightly, a gesture which would either console her or frighten her further. The walk to the car under the black rain was further than he would have liked, parking being scarce in this location, though the condos were mostly empty of occupants. He held her close as they walked. His sharp vision could see figures standing in the darkness of trees, away from the flickering amber of the street lamps. His left hand gently gripped the head of his cane, twisting it slightly and raising the head up a few inches, revealing a gleaming blade, sending a soft threat to any watching- I am armed. His fingers still lingered on her hip as they walked, but the hand didn't hold her to his side- it was more of an indication of his ownership of her, his protection. Fear not, pretty Astrid. I'll be as gentle as I can with you during our first few nights. He whispered softly. And you shall have anything you desire. He said with a smile, also signaling to those around that he intended to keep her close. But apparently his signal was not enough, as three poorly dressed men slid out of the shadows and into the pair's way. Nero stopped and gently guided Astrid behind him. The center male chuckled. Don't hide the girl, mate, she's all we want. He said in a thick Australian accent. The other two merely laughed, holding heavy wooden clubs. Nero shrugged. I'll do as I please. You are the ones obstructing a New Age official. I'd step out of the way, my man, and let my lady and I on our way. He said quietly, slipping his hand from Astrid's hip to withdraw the hidden blade completely. Any damage you do to me with those clubs will be repaired in five minutes. How long does it take you to regrow an arm? The men looked less confident.