late Night Philly Emptiness (Kristan) (Mature)

[*Nero]

SMUT WARNING

Late night in a gang infested area is always dangerous, but some manage to accomplish the sometimes dangerous accomplishment of going out and partying a bit without any danger striking them. In Philadelphia PA, it is no different than any other big named place. The streets are seemingly quiet at this time of night as a lone figure is walking the streets past the row homes, most sane people inside their homes asleep, or close to it. However, one place that is still going at one in the morning is a great place many visit called Eulogy. The lone figure of Nero is slowly walking down the streets towards it and preparing for some fun, as a huge mass of people empty out the door while he arrives, leaving extra room for him. Paying the small cover charge, he walks in and is amazed that the place is not even half full tonight. The Belgian tavern is still busy as usual, so many different brews on choice, such a place for differences. Having been here a lot before, Nero has seemed to work up a sort of reputation with some of the staff, his fake persona for the time working well for him.

Looking towards where the main bar area is, men seem to be looking towards one specific woman that has recently sat down apparently, as no one is yet daring to approach her. The look of the single woman that has at least two seats empty on each side says she is either dangerous, or none are very willing. Just from the rear hand view it is apparent this woman is no slouch in the looks department. Looking around, a lot of other men have befallen to gaze upon this woman also, stuck on trying to either work up the courage to go to her, or scorn themselves if with another woman before they notice. However, courage is something that Nero has no problem with, walking right up to the bar and sitting right down next to her.

Not shocked by such a bold maneuver from the man she apparently think she knows, the bartender tosses him a flirty smile, as she walks over towards him. “Mornin sunshine”, she says to him, “what brings you around these parts again?”. Looking down to him, she is already uncorking a beer, passing it over to him. “Don’t worry, ‘tis on the house Tommy,” says the very flirtatious woman, “I know you got a nice credit built up, so I will put it on the tab for half price. Newest brew in front of you is the Blithering Idiot”.

“Thanks Tam, you really know how to mix it up for me here don’t ya, hehe” says Nero, pleased with the newest brew he gets to taste. Sure, his tastes don’t always really work well with human food, but it is a way to pass through the world while seeking someone to really be his mate. Marie Kelly, she is feisty and could be it, but something irks him deep down and has brought him here tonight. She is going to the back burner, as something more exquisite and obedient can easily be found somewhere else, and definitely better looking. Entranced by the smell of some expensive perfume adorning the body of the gorgeous woman beside him, Nero peeks a glance to the side, without as much as turning his head. Discretion is a talent learned over the years, and the body besides him is worth it.

“So, anything else I can help ya with tonight Tommy darling?", asks Tammy.

Looking towards the other girl, she has almost finished her brew in hand, but he isn’t sure what her next move is to be.Wishing to hopefully strike up a conversation with the so far silent female, he strikes a quick idea, the proverbial light switch turning on the bulb atop his head. “Yeah, ya can gladly get me something Tam. First off, for the little lady next to me, please toss her a bottle of the Ayinger Celebrator. Also, toss on in the back a plate of those chili cheese fries you so graciously make. Those things are fantastic and haven’t had them in ages.” Says the man, full of confidence now that he atleast has her caught in her seat for atleast one more beer.

Reaching under the long table, Tammy pulls forth a new case and breaks the packaging, pulling out a nioce cold bottle of brew. “Well, very few ever know of it to order, but you truly have acquired a taste for our finer brews, haven’t ya Tommy? I’ll be back in a few with the fries, Ill top them extra for ya since have been gone for so long.” Trying to turn away from him, she places the brew down in front of the young girl who she really hasn’t even gotten to know the name of. “Here ya go darling, enjoy what is on the house for you.”, she says while giving a small wink before going to the back.

[kristanbrooks]

Well this was going to be a dull night. Nothing seemed to be going on, no dances, no runways, no get together with the girls, nothing. It was driving Kristan insane and she didn't know what to do about it. So instead of just staying in her apartment all day she decided she get dolled up and go down to the bar close by. She had been traveling with a group of models to do runway shows, but this recent visit everything was canceled because of gang related crap.

It didn't make her the happiest person, but she had time off which was good for her since she needed it. She quickly got dressed and put on some make up and moving out and walking down towards the street, the bar just sounded like a good idea so that's where she was going.

Outfit

As she moved down the street she looked around, not finding a lot of things too interesting, she got lots of cat calls though. It seemed there was a lot more gang related people in this area than the other areas she had gone too, but at the same time she didn't mind, why would someone want to mug a girl who didn't really have anything on her? She laughed softly and would just walk by not giving any of the guys a look. Soon after she saw the bar and quickly walked in paying the cover fee of course. The first thing she did was go to the bar and ordered A Kiss Goodnight. It was a lovely drink but she ordered it special A Kiss Goodnight with no Cranberry juice, it made the drink too sweet.

The girl soon left and she smiled placing her elbows onto the counter looking around. It was a nice quaint bar there wasn't too much to it, but it seemed kind of empty, probably a so so night or something. She didn't mind it though, for some reason it made her feel a little more at home. The reason why was because there was a nice bar/ club that she used to go to with her mom that was like this, but she never drank of course that would be stupid she wasn't of age of course. Now that she was though, she even mixed her own drinks when she got the chance, trying a whole bunch of different stuff.

She looked around and noticed that a lot of the guys that were in the place were looking at her, she smiled at them but then just looked back watching her drink get made. Her hair fell down over her left shoulder as she sat there, covering her face from view of most of the men. She wasn't exactly sure what to do, they all looked nervous or unsure if they should make the move or not, some just looked like they had gotten a boner and didn't want to get up and embarrass themselves. The kind of men she liked were ones that had the courage to make the move and that had good looks of course.

When that came to her mind her drink was placed in front of her and she smiled and nodded to the girl pushing out her pay. She smiled and took the drink into her hand and started sipping at it, drinking it down quite quickly. She wasn't a light weight when it came to drinking that was another good thing for her, because she really did like alcohol but she wasn't addicted. She smiled and was about to finish a drink when some guy came and sat down next to her. She couldn't really see his face all that well see as that he was on her left side, and her hair was covering her face while covering her view of him. So instead of just staying in that position she quickly flipped her hair back and took a quick glance at the guy. Well he didn't need to be fearful at all because he was definitely a good looking man.

Kristan was just about to get up when he ordered her a drink. She smiled and looked over at him raising an eyebrow. His name was Tommy at least that's what the bartender lady was calling him, so she merely shrugged as the lady talked to her and then turned her attention back to the guy. "Well hiya Tommy, my names Kristan." She spoke softly while laughing softly, "Thanks for orderin' me a drink."

[*Nero]

The problem with strangers is always figuring out how to approach them, but when it is in a bar setting, it is best to make sure you show the confidence instead of being a slacker as you lose the opportunity that way. Finally having ordered a drink for the girl and knowing that she was now stuck for a bit, he was able to look more her way. What was before him was not the cascade of hair that had blocked his view before, but a radiance glowing so bright it was impossible not to recognize her for what she was, an angel fallen from the heavens. The profile of her face, nothing short of the word beautiful can describe it. Lips, full and sticking out just right. Her eyes, defined, but not overly done. The cheeks coming up and leaving a small dimple, a perfect catch for Nero. Don’t even get into the curves of the body, because that over describes current perfection.

With her hair finally over her face and making it possible to see, the young lady turns towards Nero and doesn’t know what danger lies ahead, but comes across casual instead. "Well hiya Tommy, my names Kristan,” she says, "Thanks for orderin' me a drink,” while having a soft laugh behind her semi quiet voice. Her casual playfulness behind the few words indicates her happy behavior, apparently having already had a good bit to drink. Not knowing for sure, or knowing how well her tolerance level is, curiosity arises. However, before he could do anything, the waitress comes forth from the group of people that has been dancing to the most recent tune, albeit horrendously. As she comes forth, she places down a nice sized plate of French fries covered with chili and cheese in plentiful amounts.

“MMM, yummy. The fries are here already. You seem to know me too well Tammy.” Says Nero, looking towards her with a small grin and nods in gratitude towards her. Turning back towards the girl, he looks happy to be in her attention. “Well, nice to meet you Kristan. It is hard to always meet a good person here, let alone coming by themselves,” as he tries not to push the fact of asking if she is single, or taken. Instead he looks down towards the plate and takes one from the outer rim which has a mild goop of the melted cheddar atop it and a few small chunks of chili gracing the top. Picking it up and letting the cheese string down to the plate, he quickly swipes down and scoops the excess with his fry, before eating it. Not wanting anyone to be left out, he looks towards Kristan and pushes the plate towards her a little bit. “Do you want any of the fries for yourself?”

[kristanbrooks]

She smiled over at him and winked slightly as she took another sip from her drink and licked the remaining off her lips. She did have a few drinks so she was a little bit more open and flirty than she usually was. She moved her right hand through her hair slowly just messing with it, because she had nothing better to do. She laughed softly and continued to play a little with her hair as she took another sip from her drink and once again looked back over to him, and as she did the bartender came back out with his plate full of chili cheese fries.

Kristan couldn't help but tilt her head looking at the perfectly fried fries and how cheesy they were, not to mention all the chili. It did look really good, but knowing her she could eat them all which was depressing for her. She smiled at Tommy once again before looking up to see the girl looking down at her. She looked at her somewhat confused unsure if there was something she did wrong and then just smiled up at her and nodded after she had spoken. She looked around and watched some of the people dancing, other people drunk and more. She sighed and closed her eyes for a second and then smiled and looked back at the girl.

"I didn't have all that much to do tonight so I decided that I would come down here and see what was up." She spoke to the Tammy girl and then looked back down at the fries feeling her stomach growl. She moved her hand down to her stomach and held it lightly her eyes widening in surprise at the random grumble of her stomach. "Oh wow, excuse me for that. I guess I'm a little hungry." Just as she said that though, she saw Tommy move his plate over and smile at her gesturing to the plate and speaking, “Do you want any of the fries for yourself?” She smiled and slowly took one of the messy fries and grabbed a napkin before moving it off the plate and over the napkin bringing it to her mouth.

She loved Chili Cheese Fries, they were one of her favorite munchies. She placed it against her mouth, some of the cheese quickly sticking to her lips as she pushed the fry into her mouth and closed her mouth slowly letting the flavor of the messy munchy soak. God, it tasted wonderful, Tommy was right, these were some of the best she had ever tasted. After she finished with the fry she let her delicate pink tongue move from her lips and press down over the bottom one, licking it of the cheese that was left over. Heat seemed to rise in her cheeks after she had finished licking the cheese from her lip and decided to look up and see if Tommy was staring at her, and surely he was looking right down at her, and because of this her blush increased. She looked away and quickly grabbed another fry and left it to linger in her mouth a little longer savoring the taste. "These are really good Tammy." She spoke, her words slurred slightly as she leaned onto her right elbow her head soon placed in her hand as she finishes off the fry. "Mhm they really are."

[*Nero]

Is it just the dumb luck to be able to predict what the other person was thinking? Or is it just the innate ability to know food lessens the affects of alcohol and could easily persuade someone else to stay for a few more drinks? Easily the second more than likely, but one could never honestly know. However, it is a proven theory as Kristen gladly accepts as Nero slowly pushes the plate of chili cheese fries towards her, watching with amazement as she takes one of them and slowly inserts the delicious fried potato into her mouth, cheese slightly dangling out of the corner on the right side of her closed lips. Watching her carefully, she catches his glances and turns her head to avoid blushing around him, only to wipe the cheese from her mouth and lick it off. With amazement at how good they are compared to most places, Kristen graciously thanks Tammy, welcoming the smell of the melted cheddar and steamy chili waft towards her nose.

Hooked not on the smell of food, but the sight of the barred neck, the slight pulse beneath it screaming for release as the blood leaves the main artery and voids a body of life, giving sustenance to him is his beacon calling him. Temptation as it may be, the publicity of this place is notorious for those who venture into Philly and wish a good drink with meal. However, something abnormal has happened as the place is only near half capacity, and not even truly at that. With such odd behavior, tonight has easily been the perfect night to stake this place out for a better snack than anyone else claimed recently. The snack in question is already here, but the problem will be luring her to be the snack, instead of preferring to just go wherever she is staying.

The girl has shown some possibilities of going home yet, or staying still at the bar, so what better way to keep her here by helping her drink a bit more. With knowing Tammy well, the chances of her allowing him to take her home if both are very drunk wouldn’t happen, so thankfully he knows how to be ‘sober’. Reaching into his left back pocket, Nero pulls out a $50 bill. Placing it on the counter, he pushes it over towards Tammy. “Hey Tam, here ya go. The money for the night and whatevers left will be ya tip. Take from it for me and the nice little girl here for our drinks and food," he says to the young bartender. With the way she takes care of him, he already expect to be leaving her about twenty dollars, but it will cover his tab and allow a fresh start the next time for more free drinks on the house if she is on. “Round of lager if ya please darling. Keep it coming slowly for me and her, let it settle all the time and keep the fresh mix comin, thanks.” Nero looks over to Kristen and smiles, not showing his true emotions, but a genuine 'good ol' boy' smile to her.

[kristanbrooks]

Her eyes widened slightly as she saw him give the girl a fifty. This was going to be a long night, she could tell and she didn't really want to say no cause she would feel bad. Every once in a while she would catch herself reaching over and grabbing another fry and if she happened to get the gooey cheese on her lips she would lick it off and then drink another shot. Kristan looked around and then smiled looking over at Tommy before grabbing a drink and moved up towards the band that was playing old songs that nobody really knew.

Before anyone knew it Radio by Beyonce started to play and Kristan was in front of the mic. She laughed softly and smiled at the few people that were in the club. "This place is just too dull, so Imma livin' it up." She said and she could already see people starting to glance into the bar while they passed by, some stopping and some coming in.

She laughed softly as the played the intro a few times while she spoke and as she put the drink down on the stool next to her, she nodded to the band that she was ready. Three girls from the back moved up on the stage as they got ready to sing the backup for the song. Once the music restarted she started singing dancing slightly in her little spot looking around smiling at everyone. Once the chorus started in the very beginning she smiled as more and more people seemed to walk into the club.

There were a lot more people in the bar now and a lot of them were dancing to the music as she sang, smiling looking over at Tommy the most. She laughed and continued to sing and once the song was over she moved from the stage as the band started to play good songs and everyone continued to dance and asking for drinks all around and what not. Kristan moved back to the bar and grabbed a fry and a shot and drank and ate both of them smiling. "Well it's not so empty now." She spoke as she then took another drink not really realizing it as she drank that one too.

Before she knew it though her vision was starting to warp every now and then and her body felt a little odd. Damn, she wasn't even gonna be able to walk home, this sucked.. Kristan sighed and grabbed another fry and ate it slowly looking around and as she moved her head back over her shoulder she fell off the bar stool and landed on her knees. "S-shit!" She groaned and shivered grabbing onto the bar stool next to her and pulling herself up to stand. "I really didn't expect that at all..." She sighed pretty upset with herself that she was so drunk, so she just sat back up onto the stool and rested her chin with in her hands closing her eyes. "So what are you doing the rest of the night Tom---" she never finished, for she practically passed out right there, staying in the same position.

[*Nero]

What is it with humans thinking they are immune to the effects of alcohol and it making them act foolishly? The way they consume it and don’t take precaution by diluting it with food, or safe drinks such as water and some juices confuses many a vampire as they are safe from the after effects. However, the woman before Nero is no different as she is falling into the pitfalls of the contents. Seeping through her blood, slowing it down and keeping the pace below what it should be, just the sight of the jugular vein slowing down is making Nero happy as he knows his victim is close, but how close is the question. Kirsten is oblivious to her own fate, much as the potency does normally, before realizing it too late. Falling down upon her knees, resiliency kicks in as she mutters something before arising again. Dangerous in this situation, Tammy looks towards Tommy for reassurance, as she prepares her cell phone for a call to the local cab company. Looking towards her, Tommy mouths the single word “No” to her.

Feeling unsure about him, she beckons him close, wanting to quickly question him. “hey, I happened to get her address earlier as her card slipped out. Are you sure you can get her home safely? I don’t wanna ruin the reputation of the bar if you do and I let her go home within danger.” She says to him, questioning the man.

“Oh trust me, I can keep her safe Tammy. When she wakes up, I’ll come back to her place and make sure she is fine, and I noticed it too, but we are in the same small hotel so it won’t be a problem,” his reassurance guaranteed to her. The young bartender looks forward and knows this man has apparently kept other women safe, and his word means a lot to her. However, his doings away from the bar aren’t her business, nor has she ever really known. Keeping it that way is vital towards the succession of taking her freely. Reaching down, Nero notices that she stopped speaking whatever was coming from her mouth. Instead of trying to shake her and force her to tip over, he reaches one hand out carefully and places it against the side of her neck. Careful listening combined with the feel of her pulse clearly indicates passing out.

Knowing the symptoms, plus having another before him has yet again proven the dastardly effects these drinks have on people, being left to the mercy of those whom take care of them while slumbered. Motioning to Tammy, she also notices the state of Kirsten’s incapacitation. Knowing the danger of trying to carry someone through a club, she picks up a smaller device, a walkie talkie that is installed to communicate with each security guard and bouncer throughout the place to convey messages. Quickly dispatching information, two men appear besides them in mere minutes, willing to assist with crowd disposal and carrying the young woman out if needed. Not wishing to have her wake up in the arms of some strange man if she happens to stir and not doubting his own strength compared to the men around him, Nero cautiously but quickly pulls her back off the stool. In one sweep her has her in his arms, one arm around her mid back, feeling the fabric of her bra straps through it, the other down at where her legs bend.

Seeing the beauty of her in his arms is almost enough to make him tear into her here, but the knowledge of vampires isn’t wide spread and having himself hunted is a fear he doesn’t wish to have dished out again, let alone the violence that would happen is what distills him and pushes the edge away. The two men are silent, as all that has been commanded of them is to assist in helping them get outside. Watching these two maneuver through the crowd is fun, as the size of the two guards is immense compared to most party goers, who flee and watch in awe as the third man carries a young lady through them. As they pass, attention is drawn, but then the random people go back to what they were doing. The goal is the doorway, and the set of stairs leading up to them is the final challenge, without bumping the delicate woman against the hard metal railings and damaging her. However, being such a graceful person hasn’t been possible, as Nero accidentally bumps the walls with her, and once manages to knock her against the metal railings. Fragile is a word for Kirsten, but the unknown consequences shall wear off soon enough for her after she wakes from the three day slumber.

Finally the barrier of the door is before the duo, as the guards knock on it to alert the bouncer that they are coming forth and not let anyone in unexpected. Opening the wooden door, the duo of the befallen Kirsten and her apparent savior in Nero walk through. With the parking lot down the block, a simple request of one of the guards to assist them in terms of defense is granted easily. Walking with the guard, the safety factor greatly increases, but apparently one of her fans has spotted her and started a ruckus. Trying to calm the fans is almost impossible, but a quick call to the men at the parking lot alerts them that a pair, one being carried shall be coming in and not let in anyone else. Rushing down the road, Nero increases his speed slightly, nowhere near top speed, but enough to make sure he is free of the followers. As the door looks upon him, a quick shout to open up sees the metal frame slide back, and then slam shut after his arrival inside the building.

The thud of hands along the metallic frame reverberate throughout the building, however the scare is over as Nero approaches his well kept and well cherished ‘Judge’. The feel of a 1969 car, let alone the GTO is a cherish for any car fanatic, and his ability to keep this machine running and near perfection of the way it was first built is loved. With a few modifications to bring it to current day standards, Nero quickly fishes out his key chain and pops the locks automatically, before sliding Kirsten in. knowing she is secure after strapping the seatbelt around her, he then goes and slides behind the drivers side. Feeling the power purr beneath him of the huge engine, the vehicle is taken into gear, as the manual transmission jumps to life for its job. Feeling the grip of fresh tires on the pavement, peeling out onto the streets, and freedom is attained. Going through Philly is usually a disaster, but at this hour is peaceful. Empty streets, making the corners while drifting is easily accomplished.

Getting out of the city before the police force seek the rabid car that complaints are sure to be made about is the goal, and seeing only the lights tailing in the distance before fading and the sound disappearing is perfection for this. Hopping on I80, the traffic is set to soaring pace and this is what is done. On the outskirts of town, only a scant four miles down the road is an off ramp leading to a more desolated place. With less traveled roads, but people wishing to have the glory of the inner city comes little buildings of hotels that are scattered throughout and you have outer access to all rooms. Knowing that some people frequent these as they allow a longer stay, Nero quickly parks his car and gets out to go inside the main office building. Luckily for him, the room at the end is free and has a queen sized bed. Feeling brave enough, not only does he book that, but also the two rooms adjacent so trouble doesn’t arrive in anyone else if noise is made. With the freedom behind him comes the task of getting her to the room and get everything situated.

Finally it is time to settle in, as Nero carefully goes back out to the car and goes in the passenger side to take her out. It isn’t hard to tempt the man as he brushes his hand along her chest while he takes the belt off and puts it back where it belongs. Not a sound is ushered from her lips, her body not reacting in fashion as for if she would have been awake. Getting her in was easy, but to achieve pulling her out requires possibly waking her up while touching some vital spots which could arouse her and disturb her at the same time. Risking it, he pulls her forward and reaches down,. Having to slide one hand along her backside and ass to achieve grasp on her legs. With the hold he had before achieve, Nero is able to get to the door, fumbling with keys in hand as he finally places key in lock and is able to push the door frame open. Knowing this shall be her fate sealed once they cross, he looks in with a small smirk on his face. “Home sweet home.” He says.

[kristanbrooks]

Had she really just passed out? Was that even possible, she had never passed out before, because she had too much to drink, but its bound to happen at least once. She felt her body be lifted from the stool, but she couldn't open her eyes, her body wouldn't move, all she could do was feel. God it felt so weird being in this state, some what conscious but mostly not, it just didn't feel right.

Kristan couldn't help but wonder who was carrying her and how was she going to get back to where she was staying with her other fellow models? Dammit this was bad and she didn't know what to do, she heard the music booming and people gasping and screaming. Once she felt the cold draft of the outside air, it was calm until she heard a single shout turn into a million screams. Who ever was carrying her, all she could hope is that they were a fast runner, and that he was smart enough to bring the security from the bar until they got to where ever they needed to go.

Before she could even register anything else that was going on she felt her body press down into a chair of some sort, then a restraint against her body, a seat belt. Now she knew that she was in a car, maybe they had found the hotel card in her wallet or something, hopefully that was the case.

Finally she was able to hold her eyes open and as she did she saw the city lights flashing by her, she was so confused. Then a black out, the guy probably didn't even know she had awoken. What was going to happen to her, with in her subconscious she sat there in the darkness asking questions. She wanted to know what was going on, if she should be scared or not? Kristan was screaming out for answers with in herself, but she got no replies, no hope not anything.

Where was this person going to take her and was the person good or not the best person to run into in the middle of the night. Either way she felt doomed and she was scared and she hated being scared because when she was scared she wasn't girly she was bitchy. She could hear nothing of the outside world and it scared her, she didn't know what to do, how to react when she woke up, things were just tingling with in her of something bad. Before everything literally went black she heard one little thing 'Home sweet home' and with that not even her subconscious was conscious.

[*Nero]

With so much tension in the air and Kirsten in his arms, Nero is tempted to so much as he feels her body stirring to life. The vital life signs pulsing as she manages to cope what she is seeing and hearing, before his words fade and so does she yet again. The slight stirring gives hope for her, the tolerance wearing off bit by bit as she will awaken soon. Knowing before him is a daunting task of preparation, Nero manages to break down his mental barriers and access his true potential, one he gladly keeps hidden for survival. However knowing this is his chance for redemption and recovering a fallen love in wanting to replace her, this is the time to not take for sustenance and survival, but take the blood and turn her.

The small room is easily maneuverable, rushing over to the bed and lying her frame upon the covers. The equipment is within the trunk of the Judge, quickly rushing out to retrieve. With such a big black carry along, many would be suspicious if it weren’t already dark enough to not catch his already dark blur going forth. With bag in hand, he goes from the trunk to the room and closes it to get inside and secure himself. Knowing his task will now begin for excitement, Nero manages a coy smile before setting into work. Going to the edge of the large frame, the bag is placed down and large coils of rope placed onto the bed, along with a small army knife, folded so each extension is within the proper placement awaiting the use. A gag isn’t needed as picking out the place guaranteed privacy unless you made loud noises and then only your neighbors for the night would know, if you happened to have any at that.

The first task is to manage to tie the ropes to the bed, before securing her down which is no problem at all. Quickness and efficiency, testing the ropes at near half his strength, more than she would ever muster. Knowing that the other ‘toys’ are inside the bag brings a small smirk to his face as he recognizes the perfect scene of torture and the time being only nearing 1:30 AM brings a few hours of fun to be had. The first task is securing her and awaking the victim to realize what is before her. Using the quick burst of speed he manages to shock her awake by tying both her wrists to the bed. Trapped near the center brings true fear out of her, as she is stuck looking at a man that she once believed would be nice to her, even for a night.

Wishing her screaming to stop, not chancing the sound proof that is guaranteed they say, he reaches over and slightly brushes his hand along her cheek, before smacking it lightly. “You ignorant little wench, do you not realize when you befriended me that I was different?” His voice carries his demeanor of confidence and control. With her tied down, he has her before him, but what to do is the question. “My little girl, you were so ignorant in not realizing the lack of color or the slight coolness to my touch, just thinking chills or something of the other. However, I please ask of you, for your safety and not mine to be silenced until I ask of you to speak. Even then be cautious with your words as I shall not be so gentle with punishments.”

Looking down, he sees the way she dressed to flaunt her body and capture the eyes of every male around, only to be struck down with defiance as each one found her a bit too overconfident and high profile for them. Even if it were for a quickie or something else, the men couldn’t afford much more than their drinks, let alone a room to relieve themselves. However, this woman found the man she wanted, and then even more as control is being dished in ways she couldn’t have wished for, except in a controlled fantasy. Knowing the way her body moves underneath him is struggling for escape, but yet somehow watching him and knowing his wish shall be her command, unless managing to strike pot luck. Toying with the trapped is the fun part, and he has yet to ensnare her legs. Wishing to see if she is daring enough to hit him, let alone in his manhood if offered a chance, would she be willing?

“First off, I must ask a simple question of you Kirsten,” he says to her, “and it is fairly simple.” Watching her, he moves up and has her moved down to where she is sort of sitting at the end, the rope stretched out differently, until the pulley system used.. having her dangling legs, he watches her hoping for that one swift kick from her. Much easy for him to avoid, but yet more fun to see the shock on her face as he doesn’t recognize pain like others. “Do you believe in vampires being real?,” he questions her, “And by dear god yes I do mean drain your blood and you drink from them to become immortal vampires.”

His question is meant to catch her off guard, let alone leave her momentarily stunned. Catching her in the heat of the moment is the key, confuse her and then reveal the truth for complete obedience. The time is upon him as he steps in, measuring the distance. Knowing full well her ability to unleash the devastating blow, he welcomes the choice she has before her. “Well, I see you are frightened my dear. Do you have any words of choice? Or do I have to show you to make you believe and take ignorance for bliss with all you new aged people.”

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[kristanbrooks]

She felt like she was floating, she didn't know exactly how to explain it, it was as if she was on top of a cloud just floating in the night sky. Soon though it seemed like her whole world whirled around and she was now laying on a bed bound like some type of prisoner. Now that she looked up at the one named Tommy, his face seemed so much more fearsome that, maybe she was in a prisoner, his and he wasn't going to make her all that comfortable.

A gasp escaped her lips as she looked up towards him, biting her lower lip as fear and anger started to well up inside of her, showing in her eyes ever so slightly. She gulped down and just stared up at her once nice acquaintance now turned into horrid kidnapping nightmare. His voice seemed to break through the silent room as she yelped when she heard it. No longer as cheerful as it sounded not as welcoming as it had once sounded, now it just sounded dark and .. well evil.

Kristan's heart just seemed to race as she lay there, at least she was still fully clothed, because then she would've had a bigger problem. But for the moment she was alive, and dressed, but bound. God, she was so unsure of what was going to happen, but she didn't know what to say to him either. "I... thought you were kind... what is all this?" She wanted to know, what was he doing to her, why did he have her bound, why was he touching her in such a sadistic but sensual way.

He was calling her such cruel names, and everyone except for some models usually liked her and respected her. She never really dressed whorish or slutty and was actually quite nice and respectful to others. Kristan acted like a normal girl would, but it seemed none of that mattered because her she was, in a horrible situation. She understood that she had spoken with out permission, but she desperately wanted to know what was going on. Her life seemed to be like a movie now, she couldn't believe that she was actually happening and it was scary.

She continued to listen to what he said, and it sucked that she couldn't reply, that she couldn't say anything. Where was she going to go from her, what was she going to do? Life, luck and fate just didn't seem to be on her side this time.

[*Nero]

Is it just hard wired into the new aged people to not obey the direct orders they are given? This young woman portrays the ignorance that has been murmured about throughout the world about ignorance in Americans, and she is just oozing it out. Unable to listen, punishment for training is what she deserves at the minimum. Her weaknesses shall be exploited, showing her the weakness of her ways. The best way, after all the fun is had here and she is transported, take her to a special place, one to show where her ways of living are so lavish she will relish every thought of them when she has to go without modern technology. However, her manual labor shall not commence until after the first night is over, unless somehow she is too tempting not to bite then and there.

With her body unable to capitalize upon anything, too unwilling to take her free shot at his genitalia, the fun starts of breaking her down and revealing the true self behind him. With her insubordination, his mind is whirring of how to comprehend with her, but then the proverbial light bulb has the chain yanked as the idea sparks for him. Walking up towards the top where her hands are bound through tough metallic combination, he takes his right hand and reaches out, slowly caressing along her face. His hand cups along her cheek, the feel of the soft skin she has so tenderly taken care of, failing from this point forth to require her moisturizers and creams to assist.

As the feeling of her skin sends the electric rush through his body, the contact seems to excite him just as if it were way more intimate. Looking down at her, his eyes show the look of ecstasy that is within, as he is willing to answer her early on before making it worse. "My dear Kristan, if you would only have seen through my very loose pseudonym, you would have saved yourself these troubles, instead pushing them upon another unfortunate woman within the bar. However, my acting skills before me speak for themselves as they trust me as one of the best guys, never seeming to question my intentions," his voice says in a soft tone to make her work to understand him, "but your trust was easily pushed far past what it should have been. So for this, you shall see the err of your ways."

Not only was it an error upon her behalf, but she didn't truly see the man that was before her, the psychotic monster that has unleashed upon thousands throughout generations, seemingly calm unless provoked somehow. "Now, not only am I not what you think, but let me educate you slightly before we begin as you deserve to know. It starts many millennia ago, but the main concern is here and now. So first off, I encourage you for your safety and not mine, please don't utter a word unless I say about questions or comments. Otherwise, your punishments shall get worse, as I already owe you one."

Unable to hold back from teaching her a lesson, Nero rubs his hand along her cheek, the softest of skins gracing him, running down past the luscious lips and onto the supple neck. As the hand slowly caresses down, it reaches the swell of her breasts and rests atop the firmness, her clothing giving her proper covering. No matter how thick the material, although rather thin for this fashion diva, it shall not withstand once he breaks her farther. His hand raises up a few mere inches, before coming slamming down in a balled fist to the middle of her chest, not focusing yet on one particular side. The rush of adrenaline coursing throughout his veins as her body exhales the air with his light tap of a fist, showcasing he shall not leave her alone, starting off small.

Knowing full well that showcasing your arsenal can deviate someone from a plan they had, as she starts to regather her lost breath, the forever young male starts to assemble his collection of blades along a dresser. Inside a special holder that allows them each to stand he places a range of six different ones, the smallest being a mere inch and a half long, to the biggest topping at ten inches in length and two and a half for width. The gleam of such metal off the dimmed lights, a trapped person, and the ability to do anything he desires is the ultimate victory.

Walking away from the blades he made sure to quickly assemble and set up, he knows these had to have caught her eyes by now. "My dear, those over there, I don't know if you noticed as of yet for sure, but they are pure stainless steel blades. Each one is so sharp, you could slice through most things as if it were nothing." His willingness to show off overtakes him, as he grasps a four inch one by the handle, before taking it to the side of the dresser. Making sure it is near her, he applies a small amount of force and manages to split the mahogany oak in two, as the blade seems to seal a home for itself in it. Satisfied with his work, Nero walks away from the small blade wedged in the wood, leaving it as a reminder of how sharp it is, and how deadly it could be for her.

Curiosity is what apparently killed the cat, so Nero won't let it build up within him to be destructive. Instead, finding out answers is the goal and any trial and error process before hand is just to help quench it so it never becomes overpowering. However, trying to read the human mind is a fault that would affect him, so he instead shall offer a chance. "Kristan, there is one thing I wonder of you. For this, you may answer freely, what do you expect of what you have seen so far as to happen later on also?"

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