Vampire's Pet- Open

[Kitten1339]

Vampire's Pet (closed)

Character: Charlotte Rose. 19 years old. She’s petite, 5’3 with long blond hair and 36C breasts. She has a sweet, obedient personality but can be sassy at times.
Note: this roleplay takes place in a modern setting in which vampires exist as the ruling class, keeping humans afraid to go out at night or visit areas heavily populated with vampires and occasionally taking human slaves. I’d like someone to play a vampire, male or female, who takes my character as a human slave/pet. They can be affectionate and kind to my character despite enslaving them or they can be harsh about it and force their new slave into submission, it’s up to you.

Charlotte rushed down the street, her 4 inch heels clicking against the sidewalk, and ignored the strange looks a few people gave her as she walked past them. She knew she must make quite the sight, wearing a short black dress that hugged all of her curves, high heels that drew attention to her shapely legs, and an obvious expression of sorrow on her face. Today was her 6 month anniversary with her boyfriend, and instead of going out like she’d planned, they’d had an explosive argument that ended with Charlotte storming out of their shared apartment without even bothering to pack up any of her things first. She sniffed as she recalled the fight, blinking back tears while she wandered aimlessly- it wasn’t like she had anywhere to go now that she wasn’t living with the older man she’d been dating. She paid little notice to the fact that she had left the “safe” part of the city, where all of the humans lived and moved about freely, and was now in the much nicer but much more dangerous area where the vampires resided. Humans generally avoided this part of town like the plague, knowing that entering the territory of vampires almost always resulted in being killed or enslaved, and now Charlotte was the only person around. If she was paying any attention, she’d have noticed that she was in an unsafe area by herself, looking incredibly conspicuous in her tiny dress and heels, walking alone down the street as dusk approached and the sun set.

 

[a_libertine]

Chandler Pollard's eyes snapped open as the first portion of the sun hit the western horizon. Within moments he was dressed and leaving the protective area of his mansion heading to the less secure portion of the house. Overall the house was an ostentatious display of wealth. A wealth he had accumulated over the centuries by hook, crook, donation and hard work. He would be comfortable for one thousand years if he never brought in another penny.

His nose picked up her scent almost the instant he left his sanctum. He headed out, brushing aside the servants he had and going out the door before the sun was fully set. He moved from shadow to shadow, his nose leading the way to a meal that brought herself oh so very close.

As he got the first glimpse of her, short, large breasts, and oh so very delicious looking he felt the presence of some of his kindred stirring. "Mine," he sent out mentally to those close enough to challenge him for her and he felt their acceptance of his claim.

He followed her a while, watching. She was clearly distracted by something. Her eyes were unfocused, and tears streamed from them time to time. Eventually he pried into her mind and saw what had happened prior to her coming to the old town. Silently, he slid up behind her and whispered, "Sleep."

As she collapsed he snatched her up into his arms. She was light, feather like almost as he cradled her. Turning on his heel he headed back the way she had come from. A wicked smile wrinkling it's way across his face. A plan came to mind and he decided he would play with her, at least for now.

He arrived at her apartment door and knocked on it. It cracked open and the young man within gasped in shock and surprise as he saw an elder vampire carrying his girlfriend. "She is unharmed, open the door."

Nodding the doomed man opened the door and Chandler stepped in. He deposited her on the bed, then spun on the man. Pinning the human against the wall, Chandler enhanced his terror up to the point that the young man was about to have a heart attack. At that point Chandler bit him, sucking the blood bag nearly dry. There was barely enough blood in the system for him to take one breath before his heart faltered, and died.

He looked at her and pondered a moment how to best lay his ongoing claim on her, then he decided. Ripping into his arm he squeezed a single drop of his ancient, powerful blood into her mouth and watched as she greedily sucked it down, licking her lips afterwards. That done, he stripped her and looked at her. She was beautiful without doubt.

Her breasts were perfectly shaped. Full and heavy, they slid a little off of her chest. Her nipples hard in the cool air, or the impact of the blood or both. He opened her eye lids, and whispered, "Dream of me... dream... you will be mine fully one day..."

Grabbing the corpse, Chandler left the apartment, locking the door behind him.

 

[Kitten1339]

Everyone knew which areas of the city were somewhat safe and which belonged to the vampires, and Charlotte was no exception. She usually refused to go out alone even in areas heavily populated by other humans, simply as an extra precaution, but at this point she was oblivious to anything but her own thoughts. She’d essentially just broken up with her boyfriend before walking out on him, and he hadn’t tried too hard to stop her so she supposed their relationship was over now. This left her not only upset about their fight, but also in a panic. Where was she supposed to live now? She had plenty of friends, but she wasn’t close enough to any of them to be comfortable asking to move in with them all of a sudden, and despite having a part time job, there was no way she could afford a place of her own yet.

Absently wiping a tear from her eye, she uttered a curse under her breath. She didn’t register the threatening presence behind her, and her body went limp, eyes falling shut as she passed out.

Her unnatural sleep remained dreamless as the vampire carried her back to the apartment, and she appeared limp and essentially lifeless save for the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathed until the immortal creature’s blood dripped into her mouth. Swallowing automatically, she moaned and stirred in her sleep, the blood seeming to arouse something within her. Soon after, as the vampire left and she lay sprawled across the bed, her dress discarded on the floor, Charlotte began to dream. Her dream was strange and indecipherable, replaying her walk through the city and showing her glimpses of the vampire who had taken her, a complete stranger but somehow familiar and alluring.
She didn’t wake until several hours after she’d been left alone in the apartment, late into the night, and she remained groggy and reluctant to awake completely. It wasn’t until the events of the evening came back to her that she sat up, eyes opening and surveying her room with confusion. Her last memory was of walking down the street by herself- how had she ended up unclothed and in bed, back at her boyfriend’s apartment? She shivered, both from the cold and from the fear and confusion she felt as she got to her feet. “Jason?” She called out for her boyfriend- now ex boyfriend, she reminded herself- apprehensively, not bothering to dress before she began a walk through the apartment in search of him, only to find every room empty, and she still had no idea how she’d ended up here. All she could recall from the hours she’d lost were vague dreams of a man she’d never met, but she pushed the dreams to the back of her mind as she tried calling her boyfriend’s cell phone number, not sure what else she could possibly do in this situation.

 

[a_libertine]

Chandler watched her in passive interest as she looked around the apartment with increasing alarm. As she dialed someone, presumably the dead young man, he sat on the roof of the building across the parking lot from her.

Chandler liked the way she moved, and as her movements became sharper, more agitated, her tits swing freely back and forth. She eventually called the police he assumed because she plopped down on the couch, her face set in the peculiar combination of anger and grief. Chandler's amusement peeked as she began crying in loss this time, presumably, instead of anger as it was earlier in the day.

"Not your usual feeding grounds Chandler, " a voice behind him said.

Not turning around Chandler agreed, "True. I am deciding how and if I want to hunt a human."

The other vampire settled in next to him and yawned, as if she were bored. "Why decide, just take her."

"Like I did you?" He mused.

"No, that was terrifying. You said you would never hunt that way again."

Chandler glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and replied, "Be that ad it may, I am still bound by my own desires and needs. Perhaps more so now than then."

Before she dropped to the ground, she replied, "Of course, as we all are. We each have to find our own amusements in our own way. Good night, sire."

 

[Kitten1339]

Charlotte called her boyfriend three times before she resigned herself to the fact that he wasn’t going to pick up. The next logical step seemed to be calling the police station and reporting everything that had happened- even if she wasn’t sure exactly what had happened. After talking to an operator and having her call redirected several times, pacing anxiously through the whole ordeal, a bored voice finally told her she’d contacted the local police station and asked the reason for her call.

“I’d like to report a missing person, please.” She was surprised by how composed she sounded, and when the officer responded by asking if this person had been missing for more than 48 hours, still sounding bored and disinterested in what Charlotte had to say, she hurriedly spilled out the rest of her story, “Well, no. He’s only been missing for a few hours, but it’s my boyfriend and we had a fight so I left our apartment and I was just walking but then I woke up back in our bed, hours after I left, and my clothes were off and my boyfriend isn’t here or answering his phone. I don’t know what happened.” She exhaled a shaky breath one she’d finished, and there was a moment of silence before a response came. “Have you had any drugs or alcohol tonight, miss?” Scowling even though the man on the phone couldn’t see, she snapped, “Of course not. Please, I’d like to report my boyfriend missing now. His name is Jason Bell, he’s 28 years old.” Yet another pause, and then the police officer’s voice, sounding somewhat more alert now, “Jason Bell? Could you describe him to me, miss?”

She’d complied, and that was when she’d been informed that the body of a man who matched Jason’s description and had his ID from the office he worked at had been brought into the morgue. She slowly sat down on the couch as she was instructed to come to the police station in the morning to identify his body, and didn’t even think to question how he’d died or why they weren’t concerned with the fact that she had no recall of the past several hours or how she’d ended up back in the apartment.

A few tears fell from her eyes as she automatically agreed to stop by the police station the following morning before hanging up, dropping her phone and sitting in silence. None of this made sense, and now her boyfriend had suddenly and mysteriously died. She hadn’t even been informed of the cause of his death. Eventually she stood, crossing the apartment to make sure the door was locked before returning to the bedroom and putting on an oversized t-shirt, wondering if she was in shock or just uncertain how to react to this situation. She wasn’t going to figure anything out in the middle of the night, though, so she crawled into bed, her eyes filling with tears once more as it hit her all over again that her boyfriend was gone. Her grief and shock didn’t prevent her from falling asleep quickly, and she was plagued with more strange dreams throughout the night.

 

[a_libertine]

Chandler watched until she went to sleep and then for another hour did not move. His eyes glued on her, watching each of her movements, learning as much as he could about her by the way she moved as he could.

After he was satisfied that she was asleep, Chandler flew back over to her building and let himself into her apartment. Noiselessly he moved around the apartment looking through nearly everything learning more about her, and her dead lover than she probably realized someone could learn just by looking.

Once done he went into the bedroom and stood over her. His eyes devoured her body again. Over and over he ravished her with his eyes, his memory filling in the images that the tee shirt covered. "You are mine," he whispered, "And soon you will realize it yourself."

He felt the sun nearing the eastern horizon, and he left the apartment as quietly as he had arrived. With all alacrity, he fled home, his wings racing the first rays of the sun. He knew he would beat it, but the rush of the race was exhilarating nonetheless.

Arriving at the house he reached his sanctum and shut the day away.

 

[Kitten1339]

She fell asleep curled up on her side, but moved restlessly as time went on and her dreams replayed scenes from hours earlier, stress causing her subconscious to turn images of Jason, the argument they'd had and the walk she'd taken following it into a myriad of confusing and out of order, almost nightmarish events. Charlotte rolled over onto her back eventually, sprawling across the bed and continuing to stir as time went on. Several times her dreams once again provided her with the vague and indistinct image of a man she didn't know, drawing forth unsettling emotions that made her sigh or moan every so often.

Needless to say, her sleep was troubled and left her feeling unrested when she awoke fairly early the next morning, but she dragged herself out of bed, showered, dressed, and made her way to the police station with surprising efficiency. More tears were only shed when she was brought to the morgue to confirm that it was in fact Jason's body that had been found the previous night.

Her sobs increased in volume when she was informed that it appeared he'd been killed by a vampire, as evidenced by the faint bite marks and the significant amount of blood loss, the medical examiner at the morgue telling her this with a sympathetic tone and a shrug, as if to say "It happens. What can you do?" It wasn't as if massive amounts of humans were murdered by vampires every day, but there were regular enough occurrences, and it certainly wasn't illegal for a vampire to kill a human- the vampires were the ones in charge, after all. They could more or less do whatever they wished. However, Charlotte didn't understand how this could possibly have happened to her boyfriend, and talking to the police was no help. After she'd told them everything she could remember from the night before, including the area of the city she'd wandered into at one point, they simply told her to be more careful and sent her off without any explanation of what might have happened.

So far it seemed like the best method of coping with her trauma and bewilderment was to remain outwardly composed, so after leaving the police station she'd calmly made her way to the old-fashioned, run down diner she worked at and informed them of her boyfriend's death, requesting the next week off. Following this she returned to her apartment- Jason's apartment, technically, or at least it had been his- and proceeded to sleep the entire day as she couldn't think of anything else to do, or even handle doing anything else. By the time she woke it was dark out, and she was desperate to keep her mind off of her dead boyfriend and the disturbing events of last night. She changed into a tight black mini skirt and a top that barely contained her cleavage, along with a pair of high heels, disregarding her previous policy about never going out alone at night and entering a local bar with her fake ID. She wouldn't be able to party when she was still shocked and grieving, but at the very least she could get so drunk she'd forget about everything, she reasoned.

 

[a_libertine]

It would be disingenuous to saw he looked forward to that particular night more than any other night. But it would have been equally wrong to say that there wasn't something about it he was looking forward. There was a new woman that had his attention. Someone to chase or prod or lead into his arms.

It wasn't for the blood. That was readily available anywhere one looked and in vast quantities. Blood itself was a nutrient but emotion was flavor. Over the centuries Chandler had developed a palate for how emotions flavored blood. Love made it sweet, fear made it almost vinegary and hate gave it a peppery flavor. Biting into someone that hated and loved you in equal measure was a delight and all together too rare which was a large part of its appeal.

Stepping from his sanctuary, he looked at his assistant, slave really, "Reschedule all of my appointments until after 3:00 AM until further notice.

She nodded, her red hair shimmering in the low light. "Yes master."

Chandler left his manse and headed toward the more heavily human populated area and specifically toward Charlotte's apartment.

His eyebrow crooked up as he noticed her attire. He knew if he were human his penis would be rising to the occasion of seeing her so "sluttily" attired. As it were he thought it a little more than she should be wearing. A vixen like her should be naked.

And we'll fucked.

They arrived at a night club, her some five minutes before him. Chandler called his house and ordered his car be brought and waiting for him.

The human at the door looked at him as Chandler walked past. He watched the entire floor for a few minutes, his mind keeping track of Charlotte's movements even if he weren't watching.

Chandler found none that held his imagination for more than a second and he ambled his way toward her. She was sitting at a table, the night being young the place was not as crowded as it would be after 11:00 PM.

Stopping next to her as if he hadn't noticed her before that moment he looked her in the eyes and asked, "What can u buy you to drink?"

 

[Kitten1339]

Charlotte didn’t order a drink immediately after entering the bar, taking a seat and simply surveying the room with vague interest for a few minutes. It wasn’t too crowded yet as it was still fairly early, but the people who were there all seemed to be celebrating or simply enjoying themselves. Maybe she’d made the wrong decision in going out for the night- there was no way she was going to enjoy herself, and the more she thought about it the more feelings of guilt started to creep up on her. What kind of person went out to a club the night after their lover had died? She should be grieving properly.

Just as she started to consider leaving, a man approached her table, and she knew before he spoke or made eye contact with her that he was going to offer her a drink; men buying her drinks was a fairly regular occurrence when she went out. Figuring she could at least get one drink before going home for the night, she looked up at the man standing next to her table, opening her mouth to respond but hesitating as she met the stranger’s gaze. The strongest sense of deja vu washed over her the moment she looked at him, and she stared with a puzzled expression for a few moments before forcibly shaking off the strange feelings.

“A gin and tonic would be nice.” She responded with a small smile, twirling a lock of her long, honey blonde hair around her finger.

 

[a_libertine]

His eyes locked with hers as he nodded. "A gin and tonic for the lady, it is. One moment."

Chandler walked off, his stride confident and deliberate with an easy grace. At the bar he ordered a Bombay Sapphire and tonic and a Bombay and Grey Goose martini. With a drink in each hand he returned to the table and sat next to her. He put the gin and tonic down, "Your drink, my lady. My name is Chandler."

He sat looking out at the dance floor and watched the two couples out there dancing. "You seem... down, something wrong?"

 

[Kitten1339]

She watched the man cross the room to the bar, pursing her lips as she thought about how familiar he'd seemed when she'd first looked at him. The confusing emotions seeing him had elicited still simmered just beneath the surface, but she didn't dwell on them- the previous night had already left her with more than enough unnerving emotions and questions to deal with.

When he returned Charlotte granted him with another faint smile, the corners of her lips just barely quirking up. "Thank you." She sipped at her drink, traces of her red lipstick staining the glass. "I'm Charlotte. It's nice to meet you."

She would have been content to finish her drink in silence while eyeing the man across from her curiously, trying to decide whether she'd seen him somewhere before, but he soon spoke up again, his words causing her to grimace. "You really don't want to hear about everything that's wrong right now." She waved off the question, not prepared to tell some stranger in a bar about the very recent death of her boyfriend- she didn't even consider mentioning how she'd blacked out for several hours the same night of his death, only to wake up in her bed with no memory of what had happened or how she'd gotten there. That would scare Chandler away instantly, she was sure. "Anyways, what are you doing here all by yourself?"

 

[a_libertine]

Chandler weighed his answer a moment then said, "I was driving by in my car, and saw you coming in. I had my driver stop so I could meet you."

He watched her reactions closely and continued, "After this drink, I am probably leaving to a late night business meeting, and then dinner."

He looked out over the floor again and shrugged his shoulders. "Are you worth the delay?"

 

[Kitten1339]

Charlotte raised her eyebrows at his casual admission, feeling a blush heat up her face. She wanted to be disturbed by how he'd gone out of his way to meet her but found that she wasn't, and she even had to reprimand herself for feeling flattered that such an attractive man was so interested in meeting her. Now wasn't the time to be getting involved in any way with someone new. That would be wrong and too sudden after Jason's death, she reminded herself.

Despite all logical thought telling her she should leave or send Chandler away, she was still strangely offended by his question- of course she was worth the delay. All he had to do was look at her to know that, and she had to take what he had said, innocent as it most likely was, as a challenge.

Leaning a bit closer to him, she arched an eyebrow and responded coolly, if somewhat snappishly. "That depends on what you're looking for from me. It's probably safe to assume that I'm more than worth the delay, though."

 

[a_libertine]

Chandler pressed an abundant amount of blood to his cock as Charlotte bent over. He top which was having issues keeping her full breasts in place with out the added strain of her leaning over, almost gave way entirely.

He leaned over until his face passed hers. His breath tickled her ear as he whispered. "Is that so?"

He pulled back his eyes went from her eyes down to her mostly exposed breasts and back to her eyes. His light blue, almost white, eyes peered into hers. "Maybe you should come along for dinner with me."

He caressed her hand that was closest to him and asked, "What do you say?"

 

[Kitten1339]

When Chandler closed what little distance was left between them, his lips almost close enough to brush against her skin as he whispered in her ear, Charlotte had to repress a shiver of pleasure at having him near. Unfortunately their almost-contact proved to be enough of a distraction that she could barely form a coherent response, simply humming a noise of assent.

It was fairly easy for her to remain levelheaded- or at least act calm and collected- once he'd pulled away from her, and an amused grin lit up her face at the way he unabashedly stared at her ample cleavage. It wasn't like she could blame him, especially as she leaned the slightest bit further over the table, almost baring her breasts completely to him to the point where it was indecent. Looking down at his hand over hers, she contemplated the offer for a minute. Joining Chandler for dinner would be a welcome distraction, a distraction and nothing more, she assured herself. She deserved a distraction.

Decision made, she met his gaze and nodded. "I think you're right. I should definitely go to dinner with you."

 

[a_libertine]

Chandler turned his face slightly so that they were nearly nose to nose, no more distance separated their noses than it took for light to pass between them. As he spike again their lips almost caressed each other, "Excellent choice."

With another subtle movement his lips did close that small space as he caressed her lips with his. It wasn't a kiss, more it was the promise if one that would change how she would look at kissing in the future.


He took her hand in his as he stood, "Let's go."

Turning he led the way keeping her hand in his as he headed toward the door. Outside his black Rolls Royce Silver Phatom waited. The beautiful blonde driver held the rear passenger door open for them.

It was a show worth watching as Charlotte climbed into the car. A flash of breast and black panties as she settled into place. Following her in, Chandler placed a hand lightly mid thigh of her leg and squeezed it, "To the office, Hilda. "

 

[Kitten1339]

Charlotte's lips parted when Chandler's just barely made contact with hers, an invitation to turn the almost-kiss into more, but just as quickly as he'd leaned into her space he was pulling back and getting to his feet. She resisted the urge to sigh in disappointment or protest, maybe even pull him in for a proper kiss, biting her lip and lacing her fingers with Chandler's instead and standing up.

Her heels clicking against the ground and her hips swaying the slightest bit as she walked, she moved with an easy grace out of the club, her eyebrows raising at the sight of Chandler's car and the driver that opened the door for them, but she didn't hesitate to climb inside, the skirt of her dress riding up enough that she knew her sheer, lacy black panties were visible for a moment.

As she sat down she adjusted her dress enough that she wasn't indecent, even if she still looked far from modest, smoothing down the short skirt so that it fell almost to mid thigh length. Gazing over at the man beside her curiously and decidedly ignoring the warmth of his hand on her thigh, she questioned, "You said you had a late night business meeting, right? What kind of work do you do that requires you to go to meetings in the middle of the night?" Based on the car they were in, she had to assume he did something highly profitable for work, and couldn't help but wonder if he was involved in anything illegal, but these thoughts only further peaked her curiosity.

 

[a_libertine]

Chandler looked at Charlotte a moment before answering. "This particular meeting is a rather boring affair. It has to deal with the opening of a new dance club or not."

The car pulled from the curb and began to work it's way across town to the office where the meeting was to be held. "I have several different businesses and like to rotate through them. Dance clubs are... sort of a hobby for me. I don't make any money from them really, but they are fun to go to."

Chandler smiled as he reflected on the real purpose of the dance clubs. It was a ready, steady source of blood that was high on a variety of emotions and drugs for him, and those loyal to him, to feed from. It cut down the feeding time considerably when the meal came to you, and you didn't have to chase it down. Food and entertainment in an easy package.

His eyes were full of curiosity and humor, as he asked, "What is it you do for a living Charlotte?"