Dark with the sound of the ocean waves, Quintus actually liked it here near the coast. At night, when he wasn't busy, he would stand on the elegant balcony and listen to the waves. Being on the water he wasn't very fond of, listening to it and watching it was a different story. Listening to it was relaxing, soothing, it made him calm.
Being a senator, Faustus was a very wealthy man. His home was big and overly fancy with more than enough room. His servants and slaves, both male and female, would always wear small amounts of clothing. At special events, most wore nothing more than gold chains and sandals.
Quintus had to admit, some of them were quite irresistible. He had a few encounters with several of them.
"Quintus, I have a gift for you."
Faustus Sertorius stood at the door of Quintus' personal room. He always came to talk to him in his spare time, mainly to educate him on what he was as well as to give him some sort of target to kill, innocent or not.
Now, here he was, standing in front of him with a wicked grin on his face. Nothing good ever came from that expression. Behind him he roughly pulled a young woman by her upper arm. She was wearing a simple, light blue silk dress and a fancy necklace tight around her neck. Her long brown hair had all been pulled up and held in a tight braided bun with a golden hair pin. The skin on her body was flawless and at the moment she looked miserable, dry tears on her cheeks.
But then he caught her scent and felt his stinger attempt to emerge. He growled softly and she heard, jerking her head up then trying to jerk her arm out of Faustus' bruising grip.
"It took me a while to find one. She's untouched and all yours."
"Untouched?"
"I made sure."
"That's not what..." He pushed her into the hybrid's arms, "You deserve her. Just don't remove her collar."
"You said it took you a while... To... Find one?"
"Yes, from my studies I've learned that her kind is delicious to yours. Try not to kill her, I will not be finding you another one."
Then he was gone, leaving the two alone.
Quintus looked down at the trembling young woman in his arms as she slowly, and fearfully, looked up at him. Fresh tears were in her eyes but they didn't fall.
Usually, he would drink the human's blood then let the others do whatever they wished with the body, male or female. But there was something different about this one.
He had said, 'find one.' Quintus assumed he possibly meant a virgin? A foreigner? Unsure, he just shook his head.
Her scent, she smelled amazingly wonderful. It was a form of insanity, with her being so close it was hell trying to control his urge to drink her. A human would never smell this good...
"What are you?"
Quintus led her to the bed where he had her sit down. He walked across the room and sat in a chair in an attempt to escape her mouth watering scent. He couldn't attack her, at least not until he figured her out.
It was obvious she was terrified, everyone was terrified of him. The necklace she wore, Faustus had said it was a collar but she didn't look like a slave. She had the posture of a high ranking noble as well as the beauty. There were no marks or scars anywhere on her body except for the recent bruises on her arm...
Quintus sighed, not liking the thought of a collared woman in his room. But there wasn't much he could do about it now.
She nervously pulled at a strand of hair that had fallen over a slender shoulder. Her rainbow eyes watched the floor under her bare feet. He took time to look over her again, to study her. She was petite, weak, gorgeous...
"Do you have a name?"
She did not answer.
"How old are you?"
Still, she did not answer.
Quintus felt anger rise in his chest and he gripped her chin with his hand, forcing her to look up at him, "Answer me."
Her eyes, her multicolored eyes, were wide and still full of tears when he looked down at her. She shook her head out of his hand and went back to watching the floor.
But, of course she would look away from him. Most women did, with the exception of the ones in the brothels.
Going to a brothel, that didn't sound like a bad idea at the moment. Sex and orgies were one way to drink blood without being questioned, the feeling of being uncomfortable and gross from the contact came later after he was alone again.
Without another word, he stormed out.