Thread: My Present! Mine! { Agnores x TinyThings }

Linden Palmer was a tough man, not easily scared. But at this moment, at this hour, he was afraid for his life. His fear didn't register on his face, even if it could be seen through the bag that had been placed over his head. He had long since learned as a soldier, a leader of men more specifically, that showing your fear would only hurt your men. So he did not show his fear, despite the great turmoil running in his mind, trying to find a way to escape, trying to find a way to not die. His body, muscled over years of hard work, was tense in the arms of the two guards that escorted him, the only sign he was anything but relaxed. Scars dotted his chest, trophies gained from the number of battles he had experienced in his life. A few cuts were fresh from the battle the day before, where Linden had managed to kill one of the bastards that attacked he and his men. The guards stopped him, the small group coming a stop somewhere. A deep imposing voice commanded the bag be removed from his head, and for the bag was pulled roughly off. Linden glanced around quickly, trying to gain a sense of his surroundings. He was in a cavern, somewhere. He wasn't sure how long he had been walking, or where he was to begin with. Even if he was to escape, he wouldn't know where he was...and that would kill him in the long run. Nice pl -- he was smacked, hard, throwing his head to the side. He turned back to the creature that stood in front of him, fixing him with a glare that hid the pain in his cheek and the fear in his mind. He couldn't let his fear show, that much he knew. The one in front of him talked about how he was to become 'the toy of the insane' for taking something away from him. That must mean the vampire he killed last night had been related to this one, most likely a son. A tinge of satisfaction shot through Linden, and his lips curled into a slight half smile. He was smacked again, this time on the other cheek, and when Linden turned to face the man again, his glare had become a scowl. Both cheeks stung, but at least now he knew he would live just a little while longer. He was not in any danger until he was left with the person he was being gifted. He was pushed forward by his bound hands as the imposing vampire in front of him opened a door and ordered the group into a moss-ridden cave, one that filled Linden with a sense of uneasiness. They pushed through several racks of moss, entering into the mouth of a cave where the vampire that had spoke earlier pushed forward. He called out for someone named Avella. Daughter? Wife? Some sort of monster thing that would kill Linden on sight? Some mixture of the three? Linden cringed at the thought. A soothing voice answered the vampire, and that relieved Linden just a little. This meant it was another vampire, at the very least. The voice echoed around the cave, making it impossible for Linden to pinpoint where she was. Suddenly a red-head fell from the ceiling in front of Linden, and he jumped, his face showing fear for the first time since he was captured. He quickly recovered, letting his dull brown eyes meet hers. Her skin was pale, with long red hair. If it wasn't for the fact that she was a monster most likely about to drain him of all his blood, Linden might even had described her as beautiful. The way her fang poked out of her lip on the right side was as cute as it was terrifying. Linden blinked, and before he knew it, she was going on about how he was hungry. Which was true, he realized. He had been too scared to think of it before now. When she shot the question of him being picky at him, his personality shown through his fear. I expect a feast fit for a king, he said, giving a forced little smile. When the vampire known as Gaverell was sent off to collect food for Linden, the little red-headed succubus fixed him with her red eyes, wearing that same aloof, smiling expression she had when she had appeared before him. Linden Palmer, he answered, again forcing his smile. Lieutenant Linden Palmer, to be exact. Though, he shot a glance to the imposing vampire behind the girl. I think that's no longer the case. His eyes met with the girl in front of him, and his eyes traveled over her body, taking in her looks. Pleasure to meet you, I think. He pulled at his hand binds a little, testing their strength. Yup, still tight. Linden watched the vampire in front of him, curious what would happen next.