The vampire lord Faust is rumored to have a taste for younger men, though any proof there may have been is now either locked away for the rest of their lives, or has been beaten to death. Faust has lain low for long enough since the last paladin tried to slay him,(and he was said to be dangerous.. what a joke) and is looking for some new warm flesh to play with in his lavish underground mansion.
Needed:
Lord Faust - taken by me
Slave trade goodie - must under 20 and male
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Optional:
Judas - Faust's second in command(male vampire)
Accomplished vampire slayer - male or female
Rules:
High romance
High violence
High character detail
No one-line posts
Minimal IRL posts
Start:
Late winter's night, a groups of slaves are ushered into an old shack in the middle of an unnamed forest, a tall, hansom man with incredibly long white hair and a creamy completion to match, wearing all white is sitting in an antique arm chair in a corner of the room, waiting for the slave driver to line up his prospect wards.
((i'm really sorry! my internet crashed and just wouldn't get fixed before i went to italy. i don't know if you still check on this one everynow and then or if this one is dead))
Faust inclines his head slightly to those who bowed before placing a hand on the small of Warente's back and ushering him forward. As they moved through a final hallway towards his room, the style of the flood changed. It was more of an aquarium then a floor. Thick glass withholding a half a mile of sea below it, lit up and populated by various sea life. Further down the hall Warente sees a merman swim beneath them in the opposite direction.
((i'm here again are you?))
Where they enter into is large, lavish and bright. Several people are walking about, talking amongst themselves and doing whatever it is they need to do, though all of then stop and bow before Faust when he enters.
The corridor before them twisted and turned before ending at another door. Faust opened is and it lead down another flight of dark stairs. Assuming Warente descends, There's a final door at the bottom.
Warente shuddered and nodded. He walked towards thearchway trying not to step on the blood to much. He was clutching his book with both arms having released the wall when he saw the blood. This was creeping him out! He shudered again and took a deep breath trying not to smell the blood by breathing only trough his mouth. He let out a soft sound as he stepped in the blood.
When they come to the bottom of the stairs, there's a single bulb hanging in the middle of the room. It flickered and threatened to fall with ever minor swing. The room is like something out of Silent Hill(I'm assuming you know what I mean), blood all over the deterioration walls and floor.
Warente nodded feeling afraid. Faust might have said it would be pain free but he was scared of those slave chains. When he was younger he had spend quite a long time being chained up. He used to rebel against everything but he had subdued over the years and punishments.
There's a light hand placed on Warente's when he stumbles. "Careful, child." Faust's rich voice echoes in the dark, followed by the very faint sound of chains(which I assume he recognizes, having been a slave and all..) and moans of pain. "Wouldn't want you to fall. We're almost to the bottom, there will be light for you there."
Warente tensed a bit, he wasn't used to darkness. He gripped his book tight and tried to see what was infront of him. He tried to ignore the smell but he couldn't completely supress a shudder. he didn't dare to ask what the smell was in fear of peing pushed down the stairs. He stumbled a bit at the tough. He had been pushed down a stairs once when he was a kid. He had broken his leg and bruised a couple ribbs.
After the door is closed behind them all light vanishes and leaves them in complete darkness. Warente seems to either be alone, or Faust's footsteps behind him were soundless.
Warente shivered a bit and walked towards the stairs. He glanced at his master and gripped the wall with one hand slowly walking down the stairs. he tought this was pretty creapy like in a few of those horror books he had read but he had no choice than to continue or get in trouble already. He blinked a bit as his eyes slowly adjusted to the change of light. He hoped he wouldn't trip and fall down, or drop his book down the stairs.