Early enough so as to still be nighttime, Negrath woke by feeling something
sharp glide along his jawline, and instantly realized that Viconia was no
longer on him.
Eyes flying open, he became aware that the temperature around him were a tad lower than it should have been…As his eyes stared up into two pools of amused black, he understood why.
Throwing glances around the small room, he saw two women, similar to the one straddling him, holding an unconscious Viconia upright between them, seemingly unable to keep their eyes from staring hungrily at her throat.
Glaring up at the chilling presence to whom he supplied such amusement, he forced himself to be calm, and asked;
-"Well, pale ones, what is it you want me unable to refuse?"
-"You will probably not want to know," his captor replied silkily; "that had I found you alone, My mistress would have no choice but to give a lower offer…as it is, she was overjoyed to learn that she could remove all possibility of you helping her opponent, by a simple subtraction of your partner over there...delightfully dark, is she not? I have heard Drow blood has a delightful, dark taste to it…but I guess you have no interest in such things, yes?"
Slowly shaking his head, he lifted his head from the pillow, and turn to her helpers;
-"Would you kindly stop playing with her!?"
Looking over her shoulder, the leader of the three soured in an instant, as she barked;
-"Hands off the bait!"
Almost jumping through the roof, the two vampires hurriedly sat Viconia down on the floor, and released her as though she was flame given form.
Grunting, idly noticing that his keeper must have replaced the bedcover after extracting Viconia, ending up with his arms caught at his sides, he nodded his thanks up at her as she turned back to him.
Smiling casually, she maneuvered to lay down on him, resting her head on crossed arms on his chest;
-"We can't really use her if we…use her, can we now? Simple strategy, as my mistress explained it."
-"Who's this…mistress of yours?" he queried, accepting that they might have to work against the ones that had originally approached him…
-"Oh, I'll leave her to introduce herself…And you wouldn't recognize it as of now…but she wanted me to assure you that in your chase after Irenicus, her name would pop up every now and then, no matter who you choose to follow."
-"You mean I still have a choice?" he quipped icily.
-"Now, now, there's always a choice…had you not been hampered by such depressing things as emotion…"
He found that she probably expressed as deep a sorrow as her kind could, as she thusly explained his situation…
-"But you do realize I have no choice now?"
-"My dear…" sliding a ways up his prone form, she butted noses with him, smiling as a cat just having caught the mouse; "…that is the whole point!"
Feeling slightly dizzy as he were forced to look deeply into her eyes, he felt cold to the core of his being as the one part of his anatomy not even his Kensai training had given him control over, reacted to the recent events, with complete disregard for the physical state of the one that had caused it.
For a moment she almost looked curious, as though not quite remembering,…then she smiled;
-"My, mortal one…If there were any way for me to feel such emotions again, I just might have accepted…
Pondering if my mistress would put me at your disposal if you asked nicely?" she queried, seeing the far-off look in his eyes as he fought for control.
With a smile, she put two claw-like fingers to the side of his throat, and chuckled as he returned his attention to her in a flash.
-"All with the nice lady now?"
Stiffly nodding, he proceeded to go as limp as his skeleton would allow.
Sitting up, the frustratingly sensuous creature lifted herself up on her knees for a moment, before settling on his, leaving his arms free, and glance down at his crotch, almost palpably disappointed as the thickness of the cover prevented any details from becoming evident.
He idly wondered, in some far-off part of his mind, just how much of her disappointment were from her want to torture her victim…
Growing tired of the game, she climbed out of the bed, and moved to lift the limp body that sat between her helpers, as though it didn't weigh a thing;
-"You are to be below the window, ready to receive her, and you will be there five minutes ago." She told them.
In a flash of nauseating, unidentifiable odors, the two lesser vampires transformed into small, flapping beasts of the night, and flew out the window.
A moment later, his would be-tormentor handed the unconscious Drow out the window, presumably to her aides who would then be at the ground.
He was glad there were no third floor on the inn. With his luck, that would be where they got a room, and from where Viconia would be dropped, had that been the case.
Having assured herself that the hostage were still usable, the leader turned to him, instructing him to meet her employer in the graveyard the following night.
Throwing him a kiss, she then laughed, following her kin's example…
Looking up into the ceiling for a long moment, he lifted his head to glare at the bump that were still evident on the cover;
-"She's gone now, you little bastard."
Pondering for a moment, he threw a question to the air;
-"Bhaal?"
…
No response. He could only assume that the dark essence within him would at least have given an amused reply if it had anything to do with it.
Eyes flying open, he became aware that the temperature around him were a tad lower than it should have been…As his eyes stared up into two pools of amused black, he understood why.
Throwing glances around the small room, he saw two women, similar to the one straddling him, holding an unconscious Viconia upright between them, seemingly unable to keep their eyes from staring hungrily at her throat.
Glaring up at the chilling presence to whom he supplied such amusement, he forced himself to be calm, and asked;
-"Well, pale ones, what is it you want me unable to refuse?"
-"You will probably not want to know," his captor replied silkily; "that had I found you alone, My mistress would have no choice but to give a lower offer…as it is, she was overjoyed to learn that she could remove all possibility of you helping her opponent, by a simple subtraction of your partner over there...delightfully dark, is she not? I have heard Drow blood has a delightful, dark taste to it…but I guess you have no interest in such things, yes?"
Slowly shaking his head, he lifted his head from the pillow, and turn to her helpers;
-"Would you kindly stop playing with her!?"
Looking over her shoulder, the leader of the three soured in an instant, as she barked;
-"Hands off the bait!"
Almost jumping through the roof, the two vampires hurriedly sat Viconia down on the floor, and released her as though she was flame given form.
Grunting, idly noticing that his keeper must have replaced the bedcover after extracting Viconia, ending up with his arms caught at his sides, he nodded his thanks up at her as she turned back to him.
Smiling casually, she maneuvered to lay down on him, resting her head on crossed arms on his chest;
-"We can't really use her if we…use her, can we now? Simple strategy, as my mistress explained it."
-"Who's this…mistress of yours?" he queried, accepting that they might have to work against the ones that had originally approached him…
-"Oh, I'll leave her to introduce herself…And you wouldn't recognize it as of now…but she wanted me to assure you that in your chase after Irenicus, her name would pop up every now and then, no matter who you choose to follow."
-"You mean I still have a choice?" he quipped icily.
-"Now, now, there's always a choice…had you not been hampered by such depressing things as emotion…"
He found that she probably expressed as deep a sorrow as her kind could, as she thusly explained his situation…
-"But you do realize I have no choice now?"
-"My dear…" sliding a ways up his prone form, she butted noses with him, smiling as a cat just having caught the mouse; "…that is the whole point!"
Feeling slightly dizzy as he were forced to look deeply into her eyes, he felt cold to the core of his being as the one part of his anatomy not even his Kensai training had given him control over, reacted to the recent events, with complete disregard for the physical state of the one that had caused it.
For a moment she almost looked curious, as though not quite remembering,…then she smiled;
-"My, mortal one…If there were any way for me to feel such emotions again, I just might have accepted…
Pondering if my mistress would put me at your disposal if you asked nicely?" she queried, seeing the far-off look in his eyes as he fought for control.
With a smile, she put two claw-like fingers to the side of his throat, and chuckled as he returned his attention to her in a flash.
-"All with the nice lady now?"
Stiffly nodding, he proceeded to go as limp as his skeleton would allow.
Sitting up, the frustratingly sensuous creature lifted herself up on her knees for a moment, before settling on his, leaving his arms free, and glance down at his crotch, almost palpably disappointed as the thickness of the cover prevented any details from becoming evident.
He idly wondered, in some far-off part of his mind, just how much of her disappointment were from her want to torture her victim…
Growing tired of the game, she climbed out of the bed, and moved to lift the limp body that sat between her helpers, as though it didn't weigh a thing;
-"You are to be below the window, ready to receive her, and you will be there five minutes ago." She told them.
In a flash of nauseating, unidentifiable odors, the two lesser vampires transformed into small, flapping beasts of the night, and flew out the window.
A moment later, his would be-tormentor handed the unconscious Drow out the window, presumably to her aides who would then be at the ground.
He was glad there were no third floor on the inn. With his luck, that would be where they got a room, and from where Viconia would be dropped, had that been the case.
Having assured herself that the hostage were still usable, the leader turned to him, instructing him to meet her employer in the graveyard the following night.
Throwing him a kiss, she then laughed, following her kin's example…
Looking up into the ceiling for a long moment, he lifted his head to glare at the bump that were still evident on the cover;
-"She's gone now, you little bastard."
Pondering for a moment, he threw a question to the air;
-"Bhaal?"
…
No response. He could only assume that the dark essence within him would at least have given an amused reply if it had anything to do with it.
