S I O N E D | Human | Bleeder Dens - Kitty || Chicago | The Presidium | (freeform supernatural) | ..:Basilias:.. ...Bleeder's Den... ..Club Area.. .Suburb of Chicago. says to || Shades of Vitality|:
She was walking through the club, a drink in one hand. Her hips swaying senuously in the very short skirt and skimpy top that barely covered her curves. Blue eyes looked haunted though she couldn't tell you why. This has been her life and she doesn't complain. She at least has a place to live, food to eat and she feels great.. often. Just don't ask about how she feels deep down.. she's not even sure what she feels deep down.. though more likely she feels dead inside.
Still it's a life, even if it's a shitty one. It's all she's ever known. Well being owned.. by someone.
She gets called over by a new Vampire, purring as she gets close
"Well hello there handsome, care for a drink?"
they all knew the price, she didnt have to tell them. Likely paid at the entrance, as many do and seems they have money to burn. She has her regulars, though they aren't in tonight so she's hoping someone will will come to feed from her and make her feel glorious.
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R Vampire Master - Navarre House Monsters aren't born, they are made. Chicago - The Presidium ..:Basilias:.. ...Bleeder's Den... ..Club Area.. .Suburb of Chicago.
says to Someone's Kitty S :
This place was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was completely out of his comfort zone. In fact, the entire city seemed to be a world of its own, unlike anything he had ever encountered. Ever since the attack and the destruction of his house back in England, his life had been turned upside down. Nothing was normal anymore.
When he heard about Basilias, he knew he had to come and see it for himself. Many of his family members had been coming here during their free time, so he thought it was worth investigating. Surprisingly, the first person he bumped into was Grigori, someone he hadn't seen in ages.
Given the freedom to choose anything from the menu, he decided to explore not only for the sake of his family but also for his own curiosity. As he entered the establishment, his eyes scanned the bar area, briefly passing by the group seating near the music pit, until he settled in one of the dimly lit alcoves. From there, he had the perfect view to observe the layout and the bustling activity in the various rooms.
S I O N E D
| Human |
Bleeder Dens - Kitty
|| Chicago | The Presidium
| (freeform supernatural) |
..:Basilias:..
...Bleeder's Den...
..Club Area..
.Suburb of Chicago.
says to || Navarre's Liege:
She was standing at the bar with a young vampire. But she knew something was off about him when he would only growl. Still she wasn't permitted to say no, not right away. She had to be sure so he set his glass down and right there, he slipped off his stool and started dancing with her, pulling her tight against him. So tight her face was pressed against his shoulder to the point she had to shift to breath, but she could only shift a little.
Moving with him because she didn't know what else to do, because there was nothing else she could do. And.. fuck.. if her body didn't start it's rise before she would fall into that abyss. But this time she feared she might not wake up from that abyss.
He allowed her to breath a little as his tongue moved slowly along the length of her silken neck causing a whimper to escape. But it wasn't just of pleasure. Of course she felt that. She was programmed to feel it when touched a certain way.. and it was working. But that fear was resting just under the surface. He shifts her head to expose more of her neck.
His whisper to her causes that fear to push through the pleasure she sought.
"I look forward to drinking all of you."
It was the way he said 'all' that did it. The emphasis of that word causing her to push hard, but he was definitely stronger. He smelled different oo, and felt different. The emotions.. more feral..
Shit.. he was a newborn. how did he get in? That didn't matter, she was pushing. She couldn't get anyone's attention because her face was still pressed to his shoulder. He moves her head so she's trying to breath through his shoulder. That fear as she feels his fangs caress her neck.. she shudders as well, mix of fear.. no terror.. and pleasure and need. The terror was winning. To anyone watching they looked like they were just slow dancing and he was priming her for the feeding and her release.
Damn she knew how to pick them.
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R
Vampire Master - Navarre House
Monsters aren't born, they are made.
Chicago - The Presidium
..:Basilias:..
...Bleeder's Den...
..Club Area..
.Suburb of Chicago.
says to Someone's Kitty S :
Losing Kira was the most difficult thing for him to bear when he woke up at night. He had grown so used to her presence beside him in the morning and at night. Discovering her lifeless body at the entrance of the house had almost driven him to madness. Bea had been his anchor then, and she continued to be his support now.
However, the current situation was different as he observed the interactions unfolding in the room. It seemed to distract him, just as it provided distractions for the other residents of the house. His attention wandered, and he noticed a man leading a woman to the dance floor. There was something about him that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, prompting him to absentmindedly rub the area. Tilting his head, he focused on listening intently, one of his keenest abilities being his exceptional hearing.
"Drink all of you,..." he heard the man growl at the woman. Wait a minute, that didn't sound right. Realizing this, he stood up and began to make his way towards the dance floor. As he was halfway there, another man swiftly passed him, his white hair glowing under the blacklight of the club.
Grigori.
Pausing for a moment, he continued forward even as Grigori firmly gripped the younger vampire by the back of the neck. "I won't ask twice," Grigori's voice cut through the room, silencing all other sounds.
The slight sound of fingers popping through neck flesh echoed as Grigori tightened his hold on the vampire holding the young woman. Michael wasted no time in rushing towards the trio, prepared to take the woman as soon as the vampire released her. Whether the vampir was alive or dead when he released her remained to be seen.
S I O N E D
| Human |
Bleeder Dens - Kitty
|| Chicago | The Presidium
| (freeform supernatural) |
..:Basilias:..
...Bleeder's Den...
..Club Area..
.Suburb of Chicago.
says to || Navarre's Liege:
She was holding her breath because trying to breath was.. pointless at this point. Though she was about to exhale when she felt the vampire stiffen. She hadn't even heard Grigori's words, but knew he was there. The sound the vampire made as the man's fingers started to move through his neck echoed in her ears.
then she felt herself falling with a sudden exhale and quick inhaled breath.. Then she wasn't falling. Strong arms around her. She knew it wasn't Grigori, he was busy dealing with the newborn. She started gasping a little, heart pounding in her own ears, she could only imagine how it sounded to the vampires around her. But something told her she wasn't going to need to worry about the others. Grigori was a force to be reconned with when one of the girls was in trouble.
But these knew arms that found her.. something told her she was safe there too.. She tried to talk but it was terrified gasps of breaths. only one or two words of the words or partial words that rang through her head actually made it out of her mouth
it was everything she could do to keep from breaking down. This.. had never happened before, to her at least.
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R
Vampire Master - Navarre House
Monsters aren't born, they are made.
Chicago - The Presidium
..:Basilias:..
...Bleeder's Den...
..Club Area..
.Suburb of Chicago.
says to Someone's Kitty S :
Grigori maintained his firm grip on the vampire's neck as he forcefully dragged him through the crowded club and towards the secluded area at the back. Meanwhile, Michael swiftly took hold of the woman standing beside him. "Don't worry," he reassured her, his eyes quickly scanning her neck to confirm the vampire hadn't had a chance to feed on her as planned.
"Let's go somewhere more private and grab a drink," he suggested, wrapping his arm around her, half lifting and half walking her as he led her towards the cozy alcove he had been seated at earlier. He seated her on the booth, gently placing his hand at her shoulder. "Lean over and breath for a moment," he advised her. Only when she regained her breathing and her heartbeat quit racing did he settle her in the booth properly. Once they were settled, he gestured towards the order screen on the table and punched in his own drink preference, patiently waiting for her to decide what she wanted.
As the order was placed, he couldn't help but wonder what the woman desired. "So, what's your poison?" he asked playfully, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips. It was evident he was trying to ease her from the fright she'd experienced. "I'm getting something that sounds interesting, as he pointed to his offering on the order screen. "Blood like wine", which noted it was blood fermented with red wine and brandy.
S I O N E D
| Human |
Bleeder Dens - Kitty
|| Chicago | The Presidium
| (freeform supernatural) |
..:Basilias:..
...Bleeder's Den...
..Club Area..
.Suburb of Chicago.
says to || Navarre's Liege:
She would thank Grigori later, though she wasn't sure how Justine would react to this. She really needs to rely on her senses more often. Well emotions she can sense, feel. But she had been too late figuring it out.
She nods when you say don't worry and half lift and walk her back to your alcove. Once seated she follows instructions to the letter, leaning over and just breathing, biting on her tongue hard enough to beat back the tears but not to draw blood.
As she regains her own breath and lowers her heart rate so that it's not thumping in her ears, she takes another slow breath as she settles, finally looking on the man who helped save her. It's not her welsh accent shines through. Not as thick as it once was, but it's there as she offers a smile. her eyes showing relief and gratitude on the surface.
"Thank you again. You have my thanks. I'm Sioned and I'll have a whiskey please."
she would let you buy her a drink. She only hoped this wouldn't have her sent to solitairy. It seemed that could happen on a whim. She pushes that worry aside for now to focus on you, red lips lifting to a mostly genuine smile. She notes the accent but doesn't comment on it.
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R
Vampire Master - Navarre House
Monsters aren't born, they are made.
Chicago - The Presidium
..:Basilias:..
...Bleeder's Den...
..Club Area..
.Suburb of Chicago.
says to Someone's Kitty S :
Despite keeping his focus on her, he couldn't help but divert his attention towards the door leading to the back of the establishment. Even though the noise was muffled, he could make out the soft voices of Grigori and Justine, along with the vampire's increasingly panicked tone. The voice abruptly ceased, as if the vampire had been silenced for good.
A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he contemplated the vampire's unfortunate fate. What a foolish move to come barging in and attempt to harm one of the employees. It was one thing if the victim was a willing mortal, but even in England, they didn't turn anyone without permission. If someone needed to be eliminated... well, that was a simple task.
Once she had settled down and ordered her drink, he observed her closely. "Cardiffe?" he inquired, trying to pinpoint her origins. Being from the Derry area himself, he could easily recognize accents, just like someone from New York could distinguish between accents from Birmingham, Alabama. Colette, being a Geordie, fancied herself better at picking them correctly than he did.
He was still getting the hang of those.
"I'm Michael, from Navarre House," he introduced himself.
S I O N E D
| Human |
Bleeder Dens - Kitty
|| Chicago | The Presidium
| (freeform supernatural) |
..:Basilias:..
...Bleeder's Den...
..Club Area..
.Suburb of Chicago.
says to || Navarre's Liege:
She didn't hear Grigori and Justine talking. It was probably a good thing. She trembled slightly as she sat there, appearing relaxed and for the most part she was. She forced herself to not think about what would happen later when she was alone with Justine.
That woman scared her, though she would not let that show.
Giving her head a shake bu grinning softly
"Nay, Newport. In an orphanage. Lived in London for a couple of years before coming here."
She's careful in her wording and before 'coming' she pauses lest she say 'brought here'. Yes, she is an employee, but she's also more and she doesn't talk of it to strangers. That's gotten her in trouble more than a few times, even though most don't care she's sure Justine uses it as an excuse to punish her and she has more than enough of those without imaginary reaons.
When you say your name and the house you are from. She smiles. Oh she has heard of your house. Has met a few of those from your house.. one of them is a regular for her.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Master Michael."
her status is laid bare by the word before your name, a requirement when she is with a client.. even if he saved her. Especially if they are a prominent one such as yourself.
"Once again I thank you for your help in not allowing me to land on the floor. I am grateful for it."
A soft bow of her head and lowering of her eyes, though never once in this interaction has she met your gaze.. close, but not actually.
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R
Vampire Master - Navarre House
Monsters aren't born, they are made.
Chicago - The Presidium
..:Basilias:..
...Bleeder's Den...
..Club Area..
.Suburb of Chicago.
says to Someone's Kitty S :
As she spoke, he found himself rembering Wales and tucking her words into his memory. It was his usual habit to focus his attention on the person he was speaking to, and this time was no different. He listened intently, taking in every detail. Observing people was a great way to learn, whether it was their tone of voice, their breathing patterns, or even the subtle signs of nervousness they emitted.
Fear was the predominant emotion he sensed from her. It was a cautious fear, as if she was determined to hide it from everyone else. But he could still sense its presence, lingering beneath the surface. He grinned as she mentioned his house. It was clear he loved it as much as he hated Lancashire. "Pleasure to meet you too, Sioned." giving her a teasing light wink. She needed to ease up from that fear, he could taste it on his tongue. He leaned forward slightly, "I couldn't let you fall, that'd be foolish of me." before smiling lightly at her.
"Tell me," he said, pausing as the drinks arrived. He took a sip from his wine glass, while she had her drink in a short, stout glass. He acknowledged the waitress with a nod before turning his attention back to Sionad. "Do you have the freedom to take a walk while you're working, or do you have to wait for your days off?" He carefully selected his words, subtly probing for information.
S I O N E D
| Human |
Bleeder Dens - Kitty
|| Chicago | The Presidium
| (freeform supernatural) |
..:Basilias:..
...Bleeder's Den...
..Club Area..
.Suburb of Chicago.
says to || Navarre's Liege:
She could see you were an observant man, and being a vampire all that much more observant even more than the other vampires she'd met in the time she'd been here. And she did need to lighten up and let go of the fear. She was working on it. But it wasn't perfect. Perhaps it was from the time before she left the orphanage, then the time in London that engrained it into her, even if Justine wasn't as bad as her imagination told her.. the fear she brought with her when she was sold to Justine weighed in on what happened earlier.
She smiled, then blushed a little at the wink, nodding
"Of course not. That would be a silly thing to do and You don't strike me as the silly type."
she takes the glass and takes a slow drink, savoring the flavor. She doesn't drink much and you can be sure that it is diluted enough that she'll never get a buzz from it, but it will soothe her and ease the trembling she feels.
At your question she smiles, nodding softly
"I'm sure a walk will be fine."
she didn't have to let Justine know where she was because when she in the orphanage they had put a tracking device inside her and it was still there. It's frequency had changed with her sale to Justine, but she would not be able to hide from her Mistress unless she was shoved into a tincan. That was not something she wanted to do, nore would she try to get away from her owner. She actually had it pretty good, why ruin that?
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R
Vampire Master - Navarre House
Monsters aren't born, they are made.
Chicago - The Presidium
..:Basilias:..
...Bleeder's Den...
..Club Area..
.Suburb of Chicago.
says to Someone's Kitty S :
"Being foolish is a surefire way to meet a swift demise as a vampire," he remarked, fully aware that such behavior would deter any master vampire from attempting to take control of a house. The position of a master vampire had to be earned through appointment, a task that was far from easy. However, once one became the master of a house, the real challenge was in maintaining that position.
As she took a sip of her drink, he caught a whiff of its diluted nature, wondering if it would be enough to ease her tension. There was barely enough alcohol in it to calm a restless feline, he mused. "Well then," he said, raising his glass to his lips and swiftly finishing the drink.
"Shall we take a stroll?" he suggested, sliding out of the booth and positioning himself in front of her, extending his hand. "We can walk and you can share with me your experiences in London and how you ended up here."
S I O N E D
| Human |
Bleeder Dens - Kitty
|| Chicago | The Presidium
| (freeform supernatural) |
..:Basilias:..
...Bleeder's Den...
..Club Area..
.Suburb of Chicago.
says to || Navarre's Liege:
As you turn her comment into something more serious, she grins softly, leans in a little
"Well foolish is certainly much more serious than silly."
she grins, taking another drink. She had not heard of vampires until she was 13. Yes. 13. They had no desire to turn her when she turned 18.. no they wanted her blood. She didn't know why, but she felt like they had done something to it. She seemed to attract new vampires, But usually they had control.. unlike this one.
Oh it was enough. She was more in need of vampire blood than alchol, but that would come later when her one of her regulars showed up for the 'after midnight special' as he calls it. She finishes her drink as well and sets the glass down, nodding softly already thinking of how she can word things. When you extend your hand she takes it and gets up, nodding softly. "And you can tell me more about you, if you would be willing."
she felt like she had to add that. Unable to command anyone. Even though she's a fiery redhead, she's been.. broken, turned into a submissive or rather a slave. Think on her own? In most cases. Life changing decisions? they terrify her. She'll let Justine handle those.
As you walk with her out of the alcove, she makes eye contact with Grigori and then looks to Justine's face, nodding to both letting them know she's going with you.. for a walk.
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R
Vampire Master - Navarre House
Monsters aren't born, they are made.
Chicago - The Presidium
..:Basilias:..
...Bleeder's Den...
..Club Area..
.Suburb of Chicago.
says to Someone's Kitty S :
To some, they are one and the same," he flashed a grin in her direction. It was the way she smiled and the carefree tone in her voice that indicated she was feeling more at ease now than she had been just minutes ago.
"We'll have to wait and see," he didn't commit to revealing everything, but he knew stranger things had occurred. As he guided her away from the table, he made sure to keep her close, guiding her through the crowded room with blaring music and a mix of vampires and humans scattered around.
With a subtle nod, he guided her out of the unassuming building. "Is there a specific place you'd like to go?" he inquired, curious about how often she ventured off the property. He was already aware that she resided on the premises.
Justine followed the passage with her gaze, thoughtful as she turned to Grigori. "what do you think? " she asked him. He shrugged in a manner which said he really didn't care. But from his actions earlier, it was evident, he did. "We'll see," he finally said.
S I O N E D
| Human |
Bleeder Dens - Kitty
|| Chicago | The Presidium
| (freeform supernatural) |
..:Basilias:..
...Bleeder's Den...
..Club Area..
.Suburb of Chicago.
says to || Navarre's Liege:
She grins softly, nodding at your words
"Yes that's true. Though not usually from my point of view."
Yes she was definitely more at ease. lips quirking to a bigger smile as you speak in a non-commital way. She stays close, feeling safe at your side as you walk her through the club. Yes, she resides here and she's only really been off the property once and that was to go shopping with Justine for new clothes. Now she order them online when they are needed.
She shrugs softly speaking non-chalantly, as if it didn't matter.
"I don't usually leave the property. Either I'm in one of the dens or I'm sleeping in my room when I'm not in the club area."
She leans a little more as you lead her outside, pausing to let her eyes adjust to the darkness, when she starts moving again, she pressed a little closer. Clearly being outside is not comfortable. Certainly not something brought on by Justine as her Mistress frequently tries to encourage her to go outside for walks. Yeah, that doesn't happen.. so the fact tha she's out with you says alot about how safe she actually feels right now. Something she's sure Justine has noticed.
