TShara

The Rebel Vampire

Erik had never been a patient man. Sure, he could wait if he had to, but he preferred to be up and around while doing so. He would pace, listen to music, read, something to keep his mind occupied. But right now, the nervous energy and the fear from having been captured had his mind practically vibrating in a restless state. But at the same time, his body felt tired and weak, as his energy was being sapped away by the binding chains.

It seemed that this strange new owner had been in his restroom for ages. The door was soundproof, and he had not seen the inside when the human had opened it, so he had no way of knowing that there were a few large pools inside, or that the strange human was swimming.

After what seemed like an eternity, Erik heard the man emerge and begin to speak. He noticed the elegant bathrobe, but in his mind it was just overly extravagant clothing. Alexi Vandros. CEO of that horrible slave control device company? EleCon, I think? Why the heck would someone like him want little old me? Being a cell Leader doesn't make me THAT valuable. He took a deep breath to try and remain calm, knowing that pure anger was not going to help him escape this situation.

“Thanks for the introduction, Alexi. Though it is customary to mention your name to your victim prior to abducting and chaining him to a bed. Or, you know, to just skip that latter part altogether. You still have not told me what your purpose is in abducting me. I want specifics, not vague descriptions that are meaningless to me. What 'great things'? What 'solution'? I'm not lashing out at you any more, so tell me what I need to do to be out of these chains, or preferably out of this house,” the vampire leader requested. His tone had begun as casually sarcastic and indignant, but as he continued, it morphed into one that was more curious and concerned. But at no point did he sound desperate, and though he was still angry, it was a far more controlled and less hostile anger, seeming to simmer underneath the surface rather than to lash out at Alexi. At no point did had the vampire even raised his voice. After Erik's initial panic, he had found a measure of calm within himself that had served him so well as a rebel soldier and leader.

~*~*~*~

Joseph entered the small cottage and presented the sandwich to Master Mois before sitting down as directed. Unfortunately, he was quickly confused and rather embarrassed by the question, as he did not fully understand what Mois meant.

“As far as I can tell, everything is going smoothly. The servants are working at the usual efficiency, no major problems have arisen -” Then it hit him, and with a look of comprehension dawning across his pale visage, he spoke with a greater understanding. “The completely wild vampire. He's here isn't he?” He had become quite skilled at controlling and concealing his emotions, but for a moment his eyes glowed a dark red for a moment, showing that he was more than a little angry that Master Alexi had not seen fit to inform him of the other creature's arrival. How was he to keep the household safe if he was not informed of these developments?!

But he would never criticize either of his Masters. For years he had been unable, and now he was simply unwilling. Even though he was no longer “hard” broken, the submission was still very much a part of his psyche. So he simply said, “I was not informed of the vampire's arrival until just now, so I do not know how Master Alexi is faring with the captive. The other servants, even those that assisted me in setting up the bedroom, are unaware of the truth, and I can ensure that it remains that way for as long as you and Master Alexi require.” Of course, I could have done so more easily if Master Alexi had kept me informed, but it is not too late now.

A Diplomatic Overture - An Android's Fight for Sentient Status

Alright, I am fine with them not being immortal. I think that when it is time for their bodies to die, then their memories and knowledge gained could be uploaded into another storage device, but that's not the same as being immortal.

Anyway, would you mind if we put just this story on the backburner for a while? Real life is getting quite busy at the moment, and I'm still in about 14 other stories, including our other two. So I figure we could just preserve this idea for a time down the road when we both have a little less to do? We have two awesome stories going, and I want to be able to focus more on the ones I have instead of feeling overwhelmed. I'm going to stop watching the thread if that's ok, but we can just restart it if we decide to rekindle this idea in a few months?

Magical Protection

There was a part of Ethan that simply wanted to forget the entire experience and wanted to go to his meeting as if nothing had happened. But unfortunately, his curiosity and his need to determine once and for all if he had fallen off the deep end, won out. After only a slight hesitation, he took off after the figure ahead of him.

They wondered quickly through several streets, and the cat-morph thing was quite fast. Ethan was no athlete, but he was well enough in shape, and his asthma was under control enough that he was able to keep up. Fast as the figure was, it seemed to be flying along at a speed just fast enough to keep him moving, but not fast enough to lose him. Vaguely, in between his panting for breath, Ethan wondered if this was intentional.

They traversed across several smaller suburban neighborhoods and ran about a third of a kilometer until they found themselves in a small, but often deserted, park. Ethan thought he might collapse, but he did not even sit down. His curiosity would not be denied.

“Please, I need an explanation. I have to know if I'm crazy,” the young man pleaded to the cat figure, feeling like once again, he was most certainly insane. I probably should have run away. What kind of idiot sprints around a neighborhood following their hallucinations? came the thought, unbidden, to his mind.

Magical Protection

Hi. Yes, I know I haven't responded to this one yet. I've had a bit of a writing dryspell, in addition to being busier than usual. I'll try and get to it this weekend. But I totally responded to Rebel Vampire already, so it's not as bad as if I hadn't done either. :-)

The Rebel Vampire

Alexi is certainly strange... I almost wish we could post a little faster just so I can find out what the hell is going on lol. At this rate it will seriously be months before I find out IC. But I understand that with all your stories, not to mention real life, you probably don't have the time.

The Rebel Vampire

Yes that makes sense. :-) I've certainly used similar justifications in other stories, and that's roughly what I was thinking here.

I think at some point it might be interesting for Erik and Mois to get to know each other. I would think that they would have a good bit in common, both being fairly military-like guys.

The Rebel Vampire

And they are all enslaved or in hiding? Enslaving the "evil" races makes some sense, but how do they justify it for the ones who never preyed upon humans? This backstory could get super-complicated very fast... although I consider that a good thing, as long as my lazy gray matter can handle it.

The Rebel Vampire

It was a nice one. And it totally makes sense that other things about the universe would be different as well.

Yes... This will be interesting...

Okay, so besides Vampires, Werewolves (since those are like peas and carrots in fantasy stories), and I added nymphs, what other kinds of creatures are there in the world? I hardly write or read fantasy anymore, so I kind of cant think of much else unless we want to start creating species.

The Rebel Vampire

Erik was downright confused. If he had not known better, he would have thought that perhaps his new “master” was simply crazy. But no, this strange little man had a plan, it's just Erik had absolutely no idea what it was, and his infuriating references to it made no sense. This wealthy man was already an enigma, and he had disappeared into the restroom before even bothering to tell Erik his damned name.

The idea of just sitting here, staring at the walls, and doing nothing threatened to drive him mad. So he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, just at the end of the reach of the chains. Carefully, he positioned himself so that he had leverage on the side of the bed, and then pulled on the weighted chains holding his wrists. It was less because he thought he would break free, and more as something to keep his mind and body working on strength training. This continued for about ten minutes, as he simply wanted to keep himself occupied. He had to keep his strength up if he was ever going to get out of here.

But finally Erik stopped and lay back down on the bed. He was tired much sooner than he should have been. What had that tranquilizer done to him? He had drank some animal blood before the mission, so it would be a few hours yet before he was in need of more sustenance, but then why was he so weak?

~*~*~

Joseph had been working with three other slaves, tending to starting Alexi's and Mois' supper in the main kitchen, when he received word requesting his presence in the elder brother's cottage. Immediately upon hearing the call, he himself called another slave to take over his role in cooking.

“Veroni, take over for me here. As always, make enough for all of the creatures who eat or enjoy human food. There's nothing wrong with leftovers, and Master Alexi want his servants to be well-fed.”

Working quickly, he prepared a delectable turkey salad sandwich just as Mois had enjoyed since he was a child, wrapped it up, and traversed the tunnel to the cottage out on the grounds. It was a useful addition for those creatures who could not stand sunlight. The daylight would not kill Vampires, but it did burn their skin, giving them something similar to a bad sunburn with only a few minutes of exposure, and second degree burns within an hour. All of this was treatable, but it was unpleasant. It had been one of Joseph's few requests in his time with Alexi for him to add this underground entrance.

Sighing, the vampire butler rang the doorbell attached to the cottage door at the end of the tunnel. It was connected to the doorbell system, but the chime was a slightly different pitch. Ingenious really.

The Rebel Vampire

I see... Well, I'll try and get a reply up soon. I'm trying to do one that's been waiting 6 days first.

And about the angst, that's really the wrong word. It's just he's really uncomfortable with the idea of forcing anyone to go through the torture he went through. But he cannot and would not dare disobey Master Alexi. Alexi may not be a cruel man, but some of his ancestors were, especially in the early years when humans still felt strongly that they were "paying back" all of the horrible things that had happened to them.