Chapter One: "Toreador"
By: Fish
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the clan names, or etc, I do however own the characters and their personalities. Please Enjoy!
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Great, here I am again, running for my life. Sure, I had no looks… I don't even know what these men had an attraction for. My black hair was cut horrid at my shoulders, I had missed a tail like braid on the hairline in the middle of my neck. It was braided down to my butt I guess. The mismatched bangs hung before my eyes. Always hiding the mismatched colors… My right eye was normal, a soft gentle blue… Though the left had a scar from my cheekbone, up to my hairline… it had even cut the ball itself. Leaving my vision impaired. I was wearing rags, since I lived on the streets, so naturally I couldn't afford even decent clothing. I managed to live off what work I could manage for people that asked… But I would never drop to the lowness of the hookers in the area. Who watched in slight curiosity.
"Get Back here!"
"Damn she can run…"
These were the calls to me for the last few blocks, sadly I was but a mere mortal, and I couldn't run nearly fast and long enough to avoid them for long. I don't even know what the hell I done to make them chase after me. Sigh, It's happened before. Though I heard a few death threats if I didn't stop, and look at that… I hadn't. So I'm sure my life would severely be threatened at this point.
Turning a sharp corner, I jumped to the left, then bounded over to the right, jumping at the perfect time so I could dig my toes into the ground and gain more speed. But… My charge was fruitless, namely because I ran into a male that was leaning against the wall. I didn't have enough time to gather much other then he had black hair… I quickly whined an apology, and took off full speed again…
I didn't look behind me at the bewildered male I had ran into… But the shouting had stopped from my 'admirers' as I called them. Chancing a glance back, they were gone… I came to a slow stop, panting heavily. "Where…?" Even I loved my voice, it was the only thing I liked about me… Besides my tough appearance, my voice was gentle, and rather beautiful in my personal opinion, and it seemed to be the thing the males liked most about me.
Still, they were no where in sight… Perhaps I had lost them at the last turn? No… I had slown down to much there, they had to have… but the male I had ran into was missing. There was an alley beside him, perhaps he had turned down that way, or maybe I had managed to get them to run down the alley…
Letting my lungs greedily fill with the air I desperately needed. I had decided they must of given up or something of the sort… When my lungs had been satisfied with the amount of oxygen I had given them. I began to shuffle my feet and walk around… I knew this town like the back of my hand, I've lived here… I stopped counting the days. There was no point.
I was a very observant person, a person was in front of me. Though they were a good deal off, they had a male build. With black hair… Hm. Nah, It couldn't be the same one, black hair wasn't all that weird in this town.
Letting my shoulders shrug, I turned down an alley, so I could merely cloak myself into darkness. Which I done so well before…
Footsteps. They were coming behind me. My body stiffened automatically from the advances, shifting so my body was hidden behind a trashcan. I peeked between it and the wall, so only my black hair was shown… Peering past my bangs, I saw no one at the mouth of the alley I had just entered. Odd… I normally got my feelings right. Perhaps I was merely tense from being chased not long before.
"Boo."
I flinched, the voice came from behind me. I could feel the miniscule hair raise on my neck. Forgetting the trash can was there, I jumped forward, hitting it. My body flipped over the metal can, landing me on my ass. Facing the male…
It was the same one I bumped into, perhaps he wanted a better apology? Oh crap… What had I done? I had seen him on nights before, from my little shadows in the alley's. He normally picked up hookers who couldn't remember the night before. Odd…
Staring into the concerned eyes of the male, he leaned forward and held a hand out for me.
My eyes adverted to the gesture, was it a trick? Narrowing my good eye, I pushed myself into a standing position. Ignoring his hand completely.
He in turn let his hand rest again at his side, his eyes never leaving me.
"If this is about how I ran into you, I'm really sorry…" My voice was low, and way to pathetic.
"You're forgiven." He whispered lightly, his voice was gentle, but a little tired sounding. Under his eyes were black rings, his face had fallen a little… and it looks as if he does work with clay.
It grew silent after his words, I took an uneasy step back. He mimicked my movement.
Shit… He was going to follow me, his movements were telling me so.
"Well… Bye…" I murmured lowly, gauging his reaction.
He was silent for a moment, continuing to follow my movements. His eyes growing into the eyes of a predator, and I his prey…
My eyes widened as I saw his eyes turn into slits.
I couldn't even turn around before his arms linked around my frame. My struggling meant nothing to him.
His chin rested on top of my head, one of his hands holding the small of my back, the other against my shoulders. Refusing to release me.
Panicked whines escaped from my lips… Only to be shushed softly by him, his movements caused my heart to pound hard against my ribcage.
His head began to lower, letting his lips brush against my hairline, down to my ear. -Which I might as well add, was my weak point, my body grew strangely aroused as it was touched, this was normal for it- Moving my head away before I could give in to the feeling much more. His lips soon found my cheekbone, my right, so he was safely away from my scar…
My struggles grew frantic, knowing it was pointless to, but my body refused to stop. I was panicking, and he knew it. Occasionally, he'd whisper calming words, but none I heeded too.
It apparently grew to much for him to stand, and I felt a sharp pain at the back of my neck… I fell into his arms.
"Ow…" I whined weakly as I rubbed the tender spot in my neck. My body felt weak, I could barely move. Beyond my bangs, I could see an art studio of sorts… Many different clay models lingered about. Some finished, some new, some half done… No light shown into the dark room. Luckily I was accustomed to dark areas… I was on a bed of sorts, a mattress I guess… Slowly I pushed myself into a sitting position.
I figured it was at least daytime. I hated the day… it was too… bright one would say. My body refused to move fast, had I been drugged? Annoyed, and dazed. My eyes shifted to the corner of the room. Near a hallway, where most likely a door held. A figure was leaning against the wall, dark hair hiding the face as it slouched forward. Shit… He was here.
Panic began to surface. On farther inspection, he wasn't moving, so he had to be asleep, perhaps faking…
It was obviously in my best interests to try and lay down and regain my strength. I was so drained for some reason…
Happily, my body laid down onto the mattress, but my eyes never left him. Sleep overwhelmed me at some point during the day…
"Ng…" Crap, I fell asleep. My eyes fluttered open, the room was lit this time. My eyes didn't have to stress themselves to see this time at least… My attention turned to the same corner… the figure was gone.
My body began to stiffen, it wasn't as tired, but I was vaguely light headed…
With slow and exaggerated movements, I tried to push myself back up. My eyes shifting around the room swiftly, trying to locate the male…
The soft click of a door alerted me to the hallway, it wasn't long before his shadow lurked within it. Curious eyes gazed at me, before a gentle smile formed to his lips.
My eyes narrowed, watching as he walked towards me. He held a small patch of clay in his hands. My body reacted and edged away from him, till my back touched the wall. My body refusing to stand.
He stopped in front of me, before kneeling down so he was eye level. "How're you feeling?" His voice was soft, and concerned.
"Where am I?" My voice was exhausted sounding, was I that tired?
He blinked once, "My haven." He murmured gently, balancing the block of clay in his hand, the other outstretching so his fingertips brushed against my face.
In turn, I tensed. Staring at him wide-eyed. My body refusing to move even the slightest.
He smiled, letting his hand cup the side of my face. Before glancing to the clay, "Would you like to make something?" He whispered softly.
Haven? This word popped at me suddenly, odd… I've heard of something of this nature before. But where…? Wait… Was he asking? Huh… I didn't see why not, but why would he ask so?
Unsure of what to say, my eyes narrowed. "Why…?" My voice was low, and trying to cover the fear.
For some reason, I don't think he believed I wasn't afraid. He merely smiled, and reclaimed his hand and held the block out. "Use whatever utensils you want." He whispered softly, "Please don't hesitate to ask if you need anything." Laying the block gently in my lap, he stood up and went to his own creation… His blocks though were life sized, most of his models that I could tell were females… Naked… Females…
I felt uneasy suddenly, bowing my head. The hookers normally only stayed for the night… I knew this, because I had seen them prowling the streets during the day… vanishing with him… then showing up the next morning. Telling their friends about the guy… While I lurked within the shadows…
My attention turned to the clay, why not…? I never had an artistic side, but It could help relax me… I preferred drawing, if I could ever find paper and a drawing utensil.
Taking a low, and forcefully calming breath. I took my fingers and began to dig at the clay, pulling unwanted bits off. Using my nails to gouged them out, I never moved from my spot…
I hadn't noticed how long I was sculpting this, before his voice shocked me out of my concentration. "That's beautiful." He whispered gently to me, slowly kneeling to sit before me, "May I?"
Unsure, I held my pathetic model for him, and he took it with careful hands. Appraising it, "How long have you been sculpting?" He asked lightly.
"…this is my first time…" My voice was low, bowing my head. Was it that horrible?
He looked at me with bewilderment. Then back to the sculpture of a man, obviously not him… He had short hair, ending nearly at his ears. Gentle eyes, baggy pants… shirtless. Standing in a position of protection.
"It's lovely." He whispered, handing it back to me.
I kept my eyes off of him, what game was he playing at?
The question I had been dreading was finally asked, "Would you mind posing for me?" he asked calmly.
My eyes narrowed at him, hidden behind my bangs, but I had a feeling he could at least see my good eye.
Seeing this, he smiled a little. "You can keep your underclothing on… I just want to see how your body works."
I figured this was artist talk, watching him unsurely. But I was in his 'haven' I had no clue where that was… I didn't know if he intended in killing me… I had no clue what he was planning on doing… So doing what one of the voices in my head told me to do… I slowly took off my shirt, having laid the statue to the side. My body was covered in scars, bad, deep… some light. Some new, most old… Before I could even fully pull it over my head.
His hands touched against a few of the scars, his fingertips barely grazing them. I swiftly pulled the rest of my tattered shirt off, staring at him now. My head down, but my eyes staring intently at his face… His eyes were turned towards the scars, looking … sad…
Slowly, he stood, and walked to his big block. Unsure how he wanted me to pose, I took my pants off, now in my underwear. I felt oddly conscious about my scars now. They were riddled up and down my body.
"Now if you would… Fold your arms around your torso, ankles crossed… Looking to the side with sorrow in your eyes." He murmured gently.
I done this, it wasn't hard to put sorrow in my eyes. For they were hidden! Hahah!
"Perfect."
I couldn't see him due to how my head was turned… but I could hear the sounds of him cutting some of the clay out…
Even how I was sitting, I apparently had dozed off. I hadn't moved, much more then bowed my head farther. He didn't seem to mind, for he didn't awake me… Or perhaps he wanted me to get better rest. Hopefully, and with a bit of praying, he'd let me go if I looked completely rested… Opening my eyes, I felt odd, I wasn't in the same position anymore. I was laying back down on the bed, but… I felt tired, lightheaded… I was laying on my back, my arms still crossed, my ankles still crossed… But his arm was wrapped around my shoulders. He was on his stomach, laying against me.
Even in my dazed state, I managed to shove his hand off. But it caused me to pant, trying to move away… I failed in the attempt, he was awake, and he wasn't letting me move. His arms wrapped around me now, pulling my body to his. My back to his chest, sitting up. Now his legs wrapped around my torso, his lips touching my neck. One of his hands tilting my head for this move. "Sleep well?" He whispered seductively.
I groaned inwardly, Why me? What the hell had he drugged me with? My head rolled, I couldn't move much more then the pathetic struggles I gave.
He held tightly to my frame, laying gentle kisses along my neckline. Before he actually licked along my neck, I could feel his salvia as it touched my skin. "Relax… You're in no danger…" He whispered softly.
In fear of a strain on my body, I forced myself to stop the struggle. There was no point, hoping he would at least release me…
At least his legs did, they released me and laid to the sides of my legs. Before his mouth advanced to my ear.
I whined weakly, trying to avoid his lips as they grazed against my lobe. I failed, he knew… He chuckled softly, "Shh…" Softly, his teeth tugged on my lobe, I couldn't refrain from a soft moan that escaped from my lips.
One of his hands brushed down my torso, lingering his fingers along my thigh. I could feel my face pool with blood, I had perfectly good reasons to blush.
He came to a stop though, his nose moving down so it could nuzzle against my neck. "So wonderful…" He whispered gently, before I felt a slight pinch at the side of my neck.
As if he had bit… he… had… bit me… My blood… was being sucked… What the hell!?
Groaning weakly, I tried to move away, but his arms had locked me in a hold I couldn't get free of.
My body already weak… was I going to die?
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Author Notes: XD Yeah, I just got done reading the Toreador book… I loved it, I'mma read the Tzimisce book next. Hehe… this is going to be entertaining. Read and Review!
