Apparently partying wasn’t going to stop after just last night. When the new night fall came I was woken to a maid trying to rise me from bed. Seems I had been sleeping like a rock and if the lower hand didn’t help me up then I wasn’t going to at this rate. Of course they would send the lowest of the hands around the mansion to wake me. I can be cranky in the morning and lets just say I tore one of the PA’s heads off, quiet literally.
Waking up I looked around the flame lit room and tried to make everything out as to where I was. My dreams had sent me on a trip and I had forget where I was. Luckily for the maid I was more focused on that instead of the wench that had woken me from my wonderful little slumber. When my eyes finally did lay on her she jumped and rushed over to the window to pull back the curtains and show off the moon that lingered in the air. After staring off into it for a moment and letting myself come back down to Earth I picked myself up out of bed and wondered into the bathroom.
Before I could close the door the maid spoke up a little, “Your heinous… The lord is throwing a ball to properly welcome you back home from the battle front. Preparation is happening right now and he requests that you get ready immediately. He wishes to see you in his chambers for a moment before the ball.” It’s moments like these that you almost hate the lower hands though it really isn’t their fault. Damn messengers.
“Is that all,” I growled as my hand rested on the door frame to the bathroom while my foot hung half way between the two rooms waiting to be able to take the next step. The horrified woman shook her head quickly but limitedly. I’m guessing she didn’t wish to have it fly across the room like the pillow had last night. “Well then you may be excused,” I told her in a lighter tone as I continued my little stroll into the bathroom. When I looked over my shoulder after a moment the woman was gone. It was slightly amusing. The helping hands moved about as fast as we did. That is when their lives are on the line that they can’t see.
The bathroom was soon filled with the sound of hot running water. Steam billowed out from behind the shower curtain and filled my lungs. Not that breathing was needed with our kind but it was still relaxing to sigh whether you were dead or alive. After standing in the steam for a while I started to strip my night gown off before hopping into the shower. I had forgotten how much blood was shed in the battle a few nights ago. It was caked on my body and soon the water was running a chipping red. Grabbing my loofa and lavender body wash I started to get to work scrubbing the scum off. I didn’t remember bleeding at all myself during the battle and I couldn’t recall if the alpha had in our little dance of death.
Bad idea… The loofa had stopped working so effectively at washing the blood from my body and was now down to my side as I spaced off thinking. My mind had raced right back to him as if I was on a leash attached to him and was pulled like some little puppy dog. I shuttered a little at the thought and felt it run up my spine. I didn’t like the idea of having no control over my thoughts and was being ruled by him. He was the lower race after all whether he be an alpha or not.
Shaking my head I cleaned him from my thoughts and started to be upset with myself. The loofa went back to work scrubbing my body but harsher this time. Soon the blood was off my body in no time flat and my pale skin was turning red from the angered wash. My fangs started to draw themselves bigger and my eyes were pulsing in rage. Finally having not being able to take it anymore a snarl rippled in my rib cage and I punched a hole through the tiled wall next to me. Breaking some of the pipes that were behind it water began to spray in different directions. Feeling it hit my face brought me back to reality and soon I was leaning against the non-broken part of the wall breathing heavy. My mind was fogged just as much as the room that I was standing it. I was starting to remember what it was like to be a new born. What was better was this new rage that was coming over me. It was hate, not the normal hate though that I had for their kind. It was more of a hate towards myself. Something like a loose cannon ready to blow type of feel. It was overwhelming, it was dangerous, and what’s more, I liked it.
Finishing up my shower I shut off the water and half expected for the water to continue spraying out of the pipe in the wall. Luckily it stopped and the matter could be attended to later. As I pulled back the curtain I could help but jump a little to see the lord sitting on the toilet seat next to me while flipping through some magazine waiting for me to finish my little bath time. Looking up he gave a fanged smile to see my sexy yet crazed appearance. “Well hello sunshine,” his voice was more cheerful then I had hoped. He always liked the fiery side of me. “Hi?” I answered back a little confused as I reached over to a towel rack and grabbed one of the pure white fluffed towels laid out for me. I started to dry off my hair as he looked over my body. I gave up on caring on that matter. It was a loosing battle in the first place so why not let the man have his fun. It wasn’t like he was going to get what was really on his mind when he saw me in this state.
“I’m guessing that Linda came up and told you about tonight’s little party… I was thinking that I should help you pick out something suitable to wear. Not that I’m sure my little pumpkin couldn’t dress herself. I just want to make sure that you’re presentable for a different crowd then the battle field,” looking me over he gave a childish smile tell he finally looked up to my eyes while the towel started to work over my body drying it off. “I take it that we’re going to have guest I don’t particularly care for,” I groaned a little while wrapping the towel around my small torso. “Not quiet, I was thinking something a little more classy. I’m sorry that last night didn’t please you. Most of our kind sees it differently once they get back from the battlefield,” He paused and thought for a moment. “Though you are of the opposite sex, most of the time it’s men out there and they get sick of a sausage fest and want something a little more seductive like a woman’s gift.”
I didn’t have to look away from the mirror to see his eyes light up on the word ‘gift’. My stomach turned a little as I thought over last night. One thing was for sure. The lord liked to have sex and lots of it. “It’s fine, you got to enjoy yourself and now tonight will be more formal. That’s better suited for me and will make up for last nights mistake.” While looking in the mirror I took a small hand towel and started to dry my face off a little better before pulling open one of the draws at my side and pulling out a slate grey eyeliner. I stared to trace along the bottom eye lid creating a line behind where the pencil had been. After doing the same to the other eye and then doing a small line on the top lid on the outer corners of it I placed the lid back on the pencil and placed it back in the drawer. I could feel the lords eyes on me as I did so finding it interesting that I always picked that as a make up choice no matter what the company was.
After throwing on some lip gloss, toying with my hair with some hair taffy, adding a little more eye make up, the lord insisted, and getting dolled up in some black floor length silk dress I was soon finding myself down stairs walking about in heels and greeting our guess. There was members from the battle field only now dressed up. I greeted them with open arms and smiles. It was nice to know there was someone that I could talk to during this whole little fiasco. I might be a vampire princess but I really had no taste in spending a whole night doing small talk with the elders. I wanted to talk battle and plan out the next attack.
The house was dolled up to say the least. When a vampire throws a party we throw a party. Everything was done up in rich colors and looked to be something from the Renaissance. Something that very well could be true. Everything was laced in gold and was set up to have a masquerade ball. I was sure that the Phantom of the Opera was our decorator or something of that nature. I wasn’t going to lie though. I enjoyed the gothic look of everything. Even in the faint memories I had of my mortal self it was a style that I enjoyed to a degree. Dressing it wasn’t really my thing but the architecture was enough to take my breath away. This was all the real deal though. There was some myths that mortals said about us that were true. One was that we were rich beyond all reasoning. Well at least when you were part of the royal family anyways.
The ball raged on through the night. The dinning room had been set up to be a dance floor and soon there was lights flashing and music bumping. It looked to be more of a high school prom then anything. You had the elders against the walls looking over the new borns and finding their dancing distasteful while the new borns freak danced and grinded against each other. Just like any other dance though my party soon became something I didn’t care for. The grinding added to clothes being torn off and it became one giant vampire orgy. The lord was pleased with his little creation and joined in the fun himself. As for me I didn’t want to be in the mansion anymore. Rooms were going to fill up fast and there’s only so much that the walls sound proof.
I headed up to my room and locked the door behind me trying to keep it safe from anyone that was interested in stealing it for their night of fun. Walking into my closet I went over to my clothes and began to change. Pulling on a pair of skinny jeans I then threw on a pair of high top converse and a tank top that had batman on the front. I searched for my black zip up hoodie and then ran into the bathroom to get my contacts. Sadly the pieces of s**t only lasted so long around mortals and were colored. I would have to take extra sets for when the first set burned away. The last thing I grabbed was a tote and shoved some extra clothes in it, my journal, and the contacts. My cell phone was slipped into my right jean pocket while my ipod was turned on and slipped in the back left pocket.
Slipping out the window I landed to the floor with a gentle thud. Looking back to the mansion I tried to make out if anyone heard me. For the most part it seemed that everyone had their hands tied up at the moment. Literally for some, there was a set of bare breast pressed up against the fogged up glass of the dinning room. Next to it was four set of hands that moved to what sounded to be the beat of the bass from inside. It wasn‘t the kind of shifting of dancing though. There was moaning to the shift and heavy breathing against the glass. One set of hands had a maroon cord from the curtains wrapped around the wrists as a form of bondage. My skin crawled and I quickly looked away from the window wishing I had just taken off as soon as my feet had touched the ground. I’ve seen the lord play with his food but at least I didn’t have to see something like that. By then he was up in his chambers. Worse I had before was hearing all the action. If that was the case there was nothing that a pill couldn’t do wonders for. Sure the first 15 minutes were still hell for me but hey once that puppy started kicking in I was out like a light.
Turning away from the window I shoved my hands in my pockets while shuttering some more and taking off far away from the mansion. A night around the city was a thousand times better then being here. Not only that but it was something I hadn’t done in a while. It was my home away from home though I looked homeless. It was an odd relationship.
As I headed towards the city I had one thing on my mind. I don’t know if there had ever been a case of a vampire throwing up. After seeing the soft core bondage scene though I was starting to think that it’s possible.
Waking up I looked around the flame lit room and tried to make everything out as to where I was. My dreams had sent me on a trip and I had forget where I was. Luckily for the maid I was more focused on that instead of the wench that had woken me from my wonderful little slumber. When my eyes finally did lay on her she jumped and rushed over to the window to pull back the curtains and show off the moon that lingered in the air. After staring off into it for a moment and letting myself come back down to Earth I picked myself up out of bed and wondered into the bathroom.
Before I could close the door the maid spoke up a little, “Your heinous… The lord is throwing a ball to properly welcome you back home from the battle front. Preparation is happening right now and he requests that you get ready immediately. He wishes to see you in his chambers for a moment before the ball.” It’s moments like these that you almost hate the lower hands though it really isn’t their fault. Damn messengers.
“Is that all,” I growled as my hand rested on the door frame to the bathroom while my foot hung half way between the two rooms waiting to be able to take the next step. The horrified woman shook her head quickly but limitedly. I’m guessing she didn’t wish to have it fly across the room like the pillow had last night. “Well then you may be excused,” I told her in a lighter tone as I continued my little stroll into the bathroom. When I looked over my shoulder after a moment the woman was gone. It was slightly amusing. The helping hands moved about as fast as we did. That is when their lives are on the line that they can’t see.
The bathroom was soon filled with the sound of hot running water. Steam billowed out from behind the shower curtain and filled my lungs. Not that breathing was needed with our kind but it was still relaxing to sigh whether you were dead or alive. After standing in the steam for a while I started to strip my night gown off before hopping into the shower. I had forgotten how much blood was shed in the battle a few nights ago. It was caked on my body and soon the water was running a chipping red. Grabbing my loofa and lavender body wash I started to get to work scrubbing the scum off. I didn’t remember bleeding at all myself during the battle and I couldn’t recall if the alpha had in our little dance of death.
Bad idea… The loofa had stopped working so effectively at washing the blood from my body and was now down to my side as I spaced off thinking. My mind had raced right back to him as if I was on a leash attached to him and was pulled like some little puppy dog. I shuttered a little at the thought and felt it run up my spine. I didn’t like the idea of having no control over my thoughts and was being ruled by him. He was the lower race after all whether he be an alpha or not.
Shaking my head I cleaned him from my thoughts and started to be upset with myself. The loofa went back to work scrubbing my body but harsher this time. Soon the blood was off my body in no time flat and my pale skin was turning red from the angered wash. My fangs started to draw themselves bigger and my eyes were pulsing in rage. Finally having not being able to take it anymore a snarl rippled in my rib cage and I punched a hole through the tiled wall next to me. Breaking some of the pipes that were behind it water began to spray in different directions. Feeling it hit my face brought me back to reality and soon I was leaning against the non-broken part of the wall breathing heavy. My mind was fogged just as much as the room that I was standing it. I was starting to remember what it was like to be a new born. What was better was this new rage that was coming over me. It was hate, not the normal hate though that I had for their kind. It was more of a hate towards myself. Something like a loose cannon ready to blow type of feel. It was overwhelming, it was dangerous, and what’s more, I liked it.
Finishing up my shower I shut off the water and half expected for the water to continue spraying out of the pipe in the wall. Luckily it stopped and the matter could be attended to later. As I pulled back the curtain I could help but jump a little to see the lord sitting on the toilet seat next to me while flipping through some magazine waiting for me to finish my little bath time. Looking up he gave a fanged smile to see my sexy yet crazed appearance. “Well hello sunshine,” his voice was more cheerful then I had hoped. He always liked the fiery side of me. “Hi?” I answered back a little confused as I reached over to a towel rack and grabbed one of the pure white fluffed towels laid out for me. I started to dry off my hair as he looked over my body. I gave up on caring on that matter. It was a loosing battle in the first place so why not let the man have his fun. It wasn’t like he was going to get what was really on his mind when he saw me in this state.
“I’m guessing that Linda came up and told you about tonight’s little party… I was thinking that I should help you pick out something suitable to wear. Not that I’m sure my little pumpkin couldn’t dress herself. I just want to make sure that you’re presentable for a different crowd then the battle field,” looking me over he gave a childish smile tell he finally looked up to my eyes while the towel started to work over my body drying it off. “I take it that we’re going to have guest I don’t particularly care for,” I groaned a little while wrapping the towel around my small torso. “Not quiet, I was thinking something a little more classy. I’m sorry that last night didn’t please you. Most of our kind sees it differently once they get back from the battlefield,” He paused and thought for a moment. “Though you are of the opposite sex, most of the time it’s men out there and they get sick of a sausage fest and want something a little more seductive like a woman’s gift.”
I didn’t have to look away from the mirror to see his eyes light up on the word ‘gift’. My stomach turned a little as I thought over last night. One thing was for sure. The lord liked to have sex and lots of it. “It’s fine, you got to enjoy yourself and now tonight will be more formal. That’s better suited for me and will make up for last nights mistake.” While looking in the mirror I took a small hand towel and started to dry my face off a little better before pulling open one of the draws at my side and pulling out a slate grey eyeliner. I stared to trace along the bottom eye lid creating a line behind where the pencil had been. After doing the same to the other eye and then doing a small line on the top lid on the outer corners of it I placed the lid back on the pencil and placed it back in the drawer. I could feel the lords eyes on me as I did so finding it interesting that I always picked that as a make up choice no matter what the company was.
After throwing on some lip gloss, toying with my hair with some hair taffy, adding a little more eye make up, the lord insisted, and getting dolled up in some black floor length silk dress I was soon finding myself down stairs walking about in heels and greeting our guess. There was members from the battle field only now dressed up. I greeted them with open arms and smiles. It was nice to know there was someone that I could talk to during this whole little fiasco. I might be a vampire princess but I really had no taste in spending a whole night doing small talk with the elders. I wanted to talk battle and plan out the next attack.
The house was dolled up to say the least. When a vampire throws a party we throw a party. Everything was done up in rich colors and looked to be something from the Renaissance. Something that very well could be true. Everything was laced in gold and was set up to have a masquerade ball. I was sure that the Phantom of the Opera was our decorator or something of that nature. I wasn’t going to lie though. I enjoyed the gothic look of everything. Even in the faint memories I had of my mortal self it was a style that I enjoyed to a degree. Dressing it wasn’t really my thing but the architecture was enough to take my breath away. This was all the real deal though. There was some myths that mortals said about us that were true. One was that we were rich beyond all reasoning. Well at least when you were part of the royal family anyways.
The ball raged on through the night. The dinning room had been set up to be a dance floor and soon there was lights flashing and music bumping. It looked to be more of a high school prom then anything. You had the elders against the walls looking over the new borns and finding their dancing distasteful while the new borns freak danced and grinded against each other. Just like any other dance though my party soon became something I didn’t care for. The grinding added to clothes being torn off and it became one giant vampire orgy. The lord was pleased with his little creation and joined in the fun himself. As for me I didn’t want to be in the mansion anymore. Rooms were going to fill up fast and there’s only so much that the walls sound proof.
I headed up to my room and locked the door behind me trying to keep it safe from anyone that was interested in stealing it for their night of fun. Walking into my closet I went over to my clothes and began to change. Pulling on a pair of skinny jeans I then threw on a pair of high top converse and a tank top that had batman on the front. I searched for my black zip up hoodie and then ran into the bathroom to get my contacts. Sadly the pieces of s**t only lasted so long around mortals and were colored. I would have to take extra sets for when the first set burned away. The last thing I grabbed was a tote and shoved some extra clothes in it, my journal, and the contacts. My cell phone was slipped into my right jean pocket while my ipod was turned on and slipped in the back left pocket.
Slipping out the window I landed to the floor with a gentle thud. Looking back to the mansion I tried to make out if anyone heard me. For the most part it seemed that everyone had their hands tied up at the moment. Literally for some, there was a set of bare breast pressed up against the fogged up glass of the dinning room. Next to it was four set of hands that moved to what sounded to be the beat of the bass from inside. It wasn‘t the kind of shifting of dancing though. There was moaning to the shift and heavy breathing against the glass. One set of hands had a maroon cord from the curtains wrapped around the wrists as a form of bondage. My skin crawled and I quickly looked away from the window wishing I had just taken off as soon as my feet had touched the ground. I’ve seen the lord play with his food but at least I didn’t have to see something like that. By then he was up in his chambers. Worse I had before was hearing all the action. If that was the case there was nothing that a pill couldn’t do wonders for. Sure the first 15 minutes were still hell for me but hey once that puppy started kicking in I was out like a light.
Turning away from the window I shoved my hands in my pockets while shuttering some more and taking off far away from the mansion. A night around the city was a thousand times better then being here. Not only that but it was something I hadn’t done in a while. It was my home away from home though I looked homeless. It was an odd relationship.
As I headed towards the city I had one thing on my mind. I don’t know if there had ever been a case of a vampire throwing up. After seeing the soft core bondage scene though I was starting to think that it’s possible.
