So not long ago I opened up my tumblr inbox to prompts. These short fictions capture snap shots of certain parts of Kindred exsistance.
A massive thank you to Emma for picking the prompts to send me, and allowing me to use her characters and setting. This particular collection will focus on Clan Nosferatu
There's blood on your hands - Nyx & Vigo
Everything was silent now.
Eventually it hit her that he had stopped and stepped away. She'd managed to do it again, sparking his temper wasn't so difficult for her. It was just a skill she had acquired with age, the closer the Nosferatu tried to get the more her Sire pushed her away.
Instincts flared up as soon as the scent was noticed. She scrambled to sit up, breathing deep just to savour the scent. If Nyx could she knew she'd be salivating by now.
Gingerly her fingers dabbed at the broken bones in her face, pain lanced along her long dead nerves and it took a moment to shut down the sensation. Instead she focused on the feeling of her skin drawn taught across bone and the small freckling of scales; she had inherited these from her Sire but she never knew why or how.
The scent lingered in her senses, tugging and demanding her attention, it took everything she had not to make a sound.
Vigo hadn't gone far, she could see him brooding in a chair some five paces away. Nyx tried to ignore the throbbing at the back of her head, the scent of vitae was making it an easy endeavour.
Very slowly she crept forward, not wishing to disturb whatever thoughts were lingering in his mind. He wasn't even looking at his hand, she could easily guess how he did it, her teeth weren't exactly blunt. Something in the back of her mind was whispering to her, telling her to take it.
Vigo had been watching his Childe with fascination, he hadn't blinked since she sat upright and watching her slink towards him reminded him of how she had caught his attention in the first place.
Curiosity.
Curious little Kine trying to get into his Haven. She was bold, nothing seemed to frighten her in those dark places maybe if she had known she wouldn't have been quite so brave. He recalled how she had responded to the threats he whispered. How she shouted and threatened right back even though she couldn't see him.
He was so lost in his thoughts he hadn't noticed she was sat between his legs on the floor. Barely registering the fact she had taken his damaged hand in her own to inspect.
"There's blood on your hands.." Nyx didn't wait for a response, licking the vitae away and repressing back the enjoyment of tasting his and not her own.
When no reply was forthcoming she tugged to get to his wrist, having just a taste was like being teased, she wanted more, she always had no matter what he gave her. Not one to miss an opportunity she took her chances and bit, as she did she tensed up, expecting punishment.
It never came. Her senses hyper-aware even if she closed her eyes. His free hand moved making her flinch but stubbornly keep the bite. Eventually she felt fingers rest at her neck, she expected this was going to hurt.
"This is what you want Magdalen?" No one had used her birth name in years, only he kept using it when they were alone.
Her grip only tightened, fighting preemptively to keep her prize. He only gave a slight squeaky chuckle at the reaction, fighting for his own senses but eventually caved and began to bleed slowly.
It was odd seeing her so passive to his whims and if it meant he could keep his tight control on her perhaps it could be worth the risk, she wasn't a Potence user afterall.
The internal struggle Vigo was having was completely lost on Nyx, as he looked at her he was reminded of a child that was lost in their dreams.
Oblivious.