Thread: Forever Mine (Ava and Fates)

The hall was silent still as death as though the very air had suffocated. Or so it would have been, if not for the incessant sobs and guttural cries coming from the girl before him. Though her face was wet with tears, she was, unquestionably gorgeous. She had a near perfect bone structure and flawless skin long auburn curls he could tell were soft as silk, and beautiful, vivid eyes. All of this he would have admired more had she not been putting on such a pathetic display. Still, she was a prospect to rival Aphrodite herself, and the literal center of attention as all around, the other vampires watched and waited. One might be forgiven to think they were statues, how perfectly still they lingered. Fangs drawn, they were breathless and soundless, every eye boring into the girl while awaiting a decision from their host. A very fine catch , he thought to himself, but good enough? Collected and calculating, he circled the girl while she remained on her knees, a blubbering mess in a bright white gown, pooled around her like a dinner plate. Perhaps thats all she would amount to. Stand up, he told her. His voice was strong, and refined with an accent so indiscernible, it was difficult to call it an accent at all. His words were like nature itself, and despite her fear, the woman rose. She dared not meet his gaze, her eyes shifting between the floor and the other vampires watching her with what could only be described as mindless hunger. Look at me, he commanded her once more, tired of her watching his boots. Please she managed to squeak out, pleading as she fought to resist the power of that liquid voice. This time, he did not wait for her to obey. Reaching out he grasped her chin, sternly lifting her face up to meet him. The girl shivered at his touch, frigid cold against her flush skin. Somehow, looking into his icy blue eyes seemed to calm her. Like his voice, they were powerful and commanding. But something also seemed off about his eyes. It was as if a certain sheen typical in the eyes of the living that just wasnt quite there. Losing herself in the soft blue pools, her tears stopped and her posture straightened. Scared though she was, this man wasnt nearly as terrifying as the other five, who hoarded around her like wolves to a hare. The way his strong, cold finger stroked down her cheek, and his eyes gently appraised her it was almost as if she had nothing to fear anymore. He felt so ancient and powerful even thrilling as his finger drifted further down still. Icy tingles ran across her collarbone as he slid past and grazed the buxom of her breasts, offered so readily thanks to the tight corset she wore. Her breath caught at once, and she began to appraise her captor in a new light. He was devilishly handsome after all, with thick black hair that reached just above his shoulders, framing his light-skinned face and strong jaw. His lips looked soft full tempting. If she could have bared look away from them, shed have found him dashing in attire as well. In his elegant double breasted waistcoat, a bold flash of red against his black top. Dark trousers fell loosely to his ankles, ending in his fine, black boots. She was even more beautiful now that he could get a good look at her, but all he could picture now was the image of her on the ground, dress like a dinner plate and the squealing of a pig fit to serve it. If she couldnt even compose herself in this situation, how would she behave when the very foundations of her world were redefined? The choice was clear Your prettiest catch yet, Malcolm, he acknowledged one of the other vampires, a youth of 17 in appearance only. Truly she is fit for a king. But not for me, Im afraid. The group of predators stirred, growling and grinning at his jest, while the girls fear had returned tenfold. She barely had time to protest before he shoved her away, letting her tumble into the clutches of Malcolm and the two vampires nearest him. Her screams pierced the room, echoing on the stone walls as she was dragged to a nearby couch and found a pair of fangs sunk into her neck, her wrist, and once her dress had been ripped open, into the meaty thigh near her groin. The other two inferiors moved in to join them, but their host stopped them at once. No, they brought her, not you. If you want to eat, youll have to work for it. And someone has to watch the grounds, besides. The local citizens are sure to be none too pleased with their beautiful livestock gone missing, and Ill not be caught unawares should they put the pieces together. The pair hissed, fangs still drawn and ready, but knew better than to so much as entertain the thought of turning them towards him. And so, they skulked off, leaving the feast to return to the manor grounds while he returned to his throne to simply watch. The girls screams had died off as she was drained, weak moans of protest her only means of resistance. But what with his recent string of failed candidates, he had personally lost his appetite. And his guests were messy eaters besides, letting the girls blood spill all over her pretty white dress to stain it red. Such infants it was a wonder hed felt no zest in his eternity. How long had it been since hed found one old, or competent enough to engage him? Few and less survived to the age he had, greed and gluttony drawing the ire of humans putting an end to those competent enough to survive into the true adulthood of immortality. And so hed decided to create his own prodigy, the perfect mate upon which to pass all of his wisdom and guidance, and to share the ages with. He need only find the right woman, but for the first time in a very long time across his very long life, he was growing impatient. He may have had eternity to live, but if his servants kept bringing him duds he would possibly just kill himself out of boredom. Perhaps he would have to seek this girl out in a more active role himself it was too much to hope she would just walk through the door, after all. Last edited Dec 23, 2018