Following Orders [Sev]

[Darien Greer]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=373737] Life as a slave was complicated. You'd think it would be simple and easy, all you have to do is follow orders. But it was almost impossible to retain your own thoughts and views when you were forced to follow another person's orders. Sure, slaves weren't supposed to be their own person, they were supposed to be nothing more than a reflection of their masters, but Darien had had over a thousand years to develop a personality. Along with a personality he had also developed a conscience and morals. These things were directly at odds with his loyalty to his master, especially now that he'd been with Sevanni for years. One of the main morals that had developed since his change to a vampire was the "vegan" decision. He wanted to avoid drinking human blood as much as possible. But Sevanni had made his disappointment in that decision well known. Darien looked up to Sevanni, loved him like a father, a brother, a best friend, and at times something more. It had crushed him to have the man he felt so much for be disappointed in him. So he'd tried to compromise, by not eating at all. But dying wasn't really a viable second option. He'd gone for days without feeding and when he had fed, he'd gotten blood from blood banks, but that was still the wussy vampire way of eating and he could tell that Sevanni didn't really approve. So he had decided to compromise in a different way. He would alternate, and he would never kill a human unless he was specifically ordered to do so by Sevanni. That's what he was here for tonight, it was time for him to bite the bullet...and a human. It was easy for him to pick up a victim, he was fairly attractive and women fawned over him when he let them. They didn't know that he was a slave, all they saw was the expensive business suits and the piercing blue eyes. He knew that's what it was they wanted him for, just like he only wanted them for the pulse pounding in their neck. He'd started out the night in a club, he was dressed in a white suit today, it set off his complexion and eyes well. He'd gotten numerous compliments on it through the night. He liked to spend some time with the women before he drank from them, mostly to make them feel more comfortable when he asked them to leave with him. One of the women in particular had seemed more open to trying new things, not to mention she had drunk a fair amount of alcohol and would probably not remember this night in the morning. She was perfect for what he needed. He could bit her and leave without causing any problems. He'd danced with her for a few songs, her hands had roamed a lot, more than he was completely comfortable with but he'd let her go considering what he was about to be doing to her. At the end of the last song, he pulled her close and brought his lips to her ear, asking if she wanted to get out of the club. She had nodded and followed him eagerly to the door. Her friends had put up a small fight, but he'd simply smiled and told them they were going for a bite to eat. It was technically true. The two of them had made their way in the general direction of a restaurant but Darien had pulled her into a doorway. The woman had pressed her lips to his and Darien reciprocated by turning to push her up against the wall. His hands pinned her arms above her head and he nudged her head aside, his lips attached to her neck, sucking and licking for a few moments to relax her before his teeth slipped into her neck. The woman gave a short sigh and Darien himself moaned as her blood spilled into his mouth. Much as he might disagree with killing and feeding off of humans, he couldn't pretend that they didn't taste infinitely better than their bagged counterparts, or animals. The blood that was flowing down his throat was sweet and vibrant, he felt stronger already with it just barely touching his tongue. He lapped at the blood, feeling her growing light-headed as her body slowly hung from the wrists he still had pinned. It had been too long since he'd tasted real human blood, much too long. He found that it was hard to stop. His fingers dug into her skin, leaving bruises behind on her wrists. The woman sensed that something was wrong and struggled weakly against his hold, firing his predatory instincts. He growled and pushed her harder against the wall, his teeth tearing into her flesh to get more blood in his mouth. Sounds of protest escaped from her mouth and he moved both of her wrists into one of his hands, using the other free hand to cover her mouth. A well placed kick from the woman to his shin brought him to his senses and he ripped his teeth from her, licking his lips to free them of the excess blood. The woman dropped against the door frame and he sighed. He'd taken much too much from her, he would have to call an ambulance. ----------------------------------------------- Word Count: 919 Notes: Hope you liked it. I thought I remembered Sev disliking his veggie vamp tendencies. The Duds: His outfit

[HIDDEN EVIL]

[atrb=width,415,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] It was Winter. Winter cold setting in with crisp air that caused mortals to blow smoke from lips even though they weren't smoking. He remembered those days. When he could walk around in a warm coat, head out to work, school, the market. Tending to the sheep as his wife tended to the dishes. How lovely she looked while the sun hit the window into which he looked before walking into the door. Now, he could barely remember how warm that sun truly was. That flutter inside he used to feel was no longer there, and the coat, well, the coat was the same. Even as he stood there out in the open world he had his coat. Not everything changed, they only grew better. Bigger. Stronger. Which was why he needed to get Darien to man up about one little thing Sevanni couldn't stand. Feeding from mortals. The animals he could take for only a short while. He'd had enough after a few short weeks and even complained in facial expressions. After a long while it seemed that Darien was growing a tad too weak. Sevanni had inquired about it and as soon as he had heard what Darien was doing, it was ordered he be taken care of. One way or another, Sevanni was going to stick to his guns on the matter. Why be vampire if you don't intend on feasting off of what they naturally needed? Humans were on top of the food chain for centuries, but when it comes time for them to be lower on that food chain, certain people have a problem with it. Vampires were dinosaur's in a human world and it was sad. Pathetic. Which was why Sevanni had plans for that very problem. The Rebels were watching with grave intent. They loved hunting. Supposed gifts for Emiste because they were so cruel. They needed work, only a little, but they went crazy over the scent of blood. It was their way. After all, they were weremutts just like the assholes who roamed free. He'd take care of them, or try dying. Hungrily Trotter stood by with a firm stance. His feet were spread outward, the way he stood, following his tracks was easy for he walked the very same way. Aiden and Jah were beside the building listening. Their senses were the best, so it was better for them to make sure nothing was going wrong. So far it hadn't. Opium and Demi were wading the streets. Demi couldn't stay in one place at one time, he couldn't help it. Like, being in a crowd of people for no damn reason. He hated people, except for one. "What is it?" Sevanni asked in Trotter's direction. Tonight, Trotter was team leader, even on a short little expedition. Sevanni had hoped Darien would do the right thing and not leave a trace. "He intends on leaving her alive Sir." Trotter's voice was deep and alluring. Women loved him, but he only had one person that held that void in his heart. Deprogramming was going to be a bitch. "Well, we can't have that now can we?" Rhetorical of course, and it was his way. Being rhetorical. "She says there's a problem." Sevanni's face went sour in 3.5 Trotter began to take a step forward but Sevanni held him back by a single arm across his chest. "I'll handle it." A nice pat on the back of his shoulder. A push forward and Sevanni began his way toward the door that Darien had gone through. The girls stood by still and watched. Listened. His hand reached forward, taking hold of the handle, only to open and find two bodies in the lower level hall. Darien's mouth a mess from his deed, but he could tell he tried. He was adorable that way. Like, teaching one of the children. The woman fell against Sevanni's legs and he bent down to grasp hold of her, push her inward. Anyone who saw something would simply die had The Rebel's caught wind of their knowing. It was easier to have cover. Make sure things were handled. Even if someone saw and told. Then what? No one would do anything because they were well taken care of not to. It was how things were done. Mob style. He pushed the woman forward with his arms so that she fell forward against the floor. Sevanni had stuck his thumb in one of her pressure points. She'd be unable to wake for mere moments, and when she came to she'd have to be dealt with. "Please, tell me I won't have to clean up your mess." He'd hope not. If they were right and she had tapped into his emotions, then Darien still had his soft spot and that would have to go. "I'd hope that you would come out, have a little fun, loosen up some." Sevanni sat so casually on the step above the woman's head. She was pretty too, shame she had to die. Though he did have to admit, Darien had good taste. A cigar was lit. He swore he'd try to cut down instead of quit all together. Well, he needed a smoke right now. Tucking the lighter away in the inner pocket of his jacket, crossing his legs and relaxing against the step where his back was. Italian charcoal sure to be ruined by the grime that was probably on the steps of which he sat. No matter. Trash day was tomorrow. A few hours and the New York Department of Sanitation would come and they will go, which meant anything went in the city that never sleeps. "You'll have to be rid of her. A young girl like her has friends, family.....you can not leave marks. The Mortals can not know about us yet." It was said so calmly. No firmness. He was still new to the whole sensitivity towards mortals. Drinking from them. But there was a difference in him in that moment that he watched him. When he first opened the door and saw his face. Beautiful. "Well?" He wanted to watch. See how he worked. See how far he could push away all that weakness and just do it.

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