Oh Take Me Back to the Start

Her bright eyes narrowed on him, but the slave didn’t move another inch. “Maybe you should go talk to other slaves.” Though he was right. She didn’t really have much reason to worry or freak out until a guard opened the cell doors. “For now.”

The vampire raised a slender digit and tapped it against the metal rods that separated him from the blonde wolf. "Maybe I should do a lot of things, but for the moment I choose to stay here with you." A guard nearby raised a brow at Henry's tapping finger, a silent inquiry into the vampire's inclinations: to open or not to open? Henry shook his head no for now. To the girl her asked, "I believe I missed your name, sweetheart."

She struggled against him, using her strength to fight the vampire off. But Henry was much older, much stronger and Eva didn’t hold much of a chance. The cut on her lip, the lip he drank from, throbbed in a mild discomfort at his treatment. If he’d only leave it alone for a moment it would heal, but he didn’t seem to want that to happen. At the expense of more pain, the wolf tore her mouth away and opened it. Like her own, Henry’s hearing was heightened. With everything in her, she screamed, her own ears suffering from the high pitched noise.

Her struggles barely broke through his blood hazed stupor, no more than the struggles of a dying rabbit registered to the feeding wolf. It fed into the savagery Henry fought so hard to hide. 

Very much like he’d already anticipated, she took a step back with his step forward. “Don’t do that.” Of course, she meant growing more near to her. She didn’t like it, and with just a few more steps, her back would reach the back of her cell. “Maybe.”

Henry furrowed his brow, "Stop what? I was merely moving out of the walkway." Henry cared very little about making the comings and goings of the other masters and mistresses easier. Most that surrounded him at the moment were younger and of a lower stations. His attention remained focused on her, "You do still have the bars between us to offer you protection. I believe you can count yourself safe for now."

With his step forward, she instantly made a step back—- it was like the two were dancing without actually touching. “And myself, undeniably on edge.” She answered flatly. He was a pretty one, but Angelica knew for a fact that pretty could very easily translate to deadly. She’d done it many times.

Henry took another step, knowing she'd take one step back for every one he took forward. But her cell was only so big, she couldn't maintain this distance forever, especially if he decided to enter. "I have a feeling you'll get over it sooner rather than later."

"I didn’t-" Her words were cut off as he was suddenly against her once more. She let out a sound somewhere between a yelp of surprise and a moan pleasure. "Ask what you wanted," she finished. While Henry had proved to be minutely different from the other Masters, he was still a Master. He still took what he wanted, when he wanted, from whoever he wanted. Her body still reacted to him, the wetness between her thighs thick enough to smell. Ignoring the way his breath wafted through her hair, leaving chills down her spine, Eva tried to shove him away again. "Get off!"

He barely heard a word she said, so focused on the lone trail of blood winding it's way down her chin. She allowed it free reign to touch her as it pleased, unlike the vampire she denied time and time again. He would've been jealous had he the capacity to conjure such emotion in light of his oppressive hunger. The way of life, vampires to blood as  a wolf to the moon; transformed until their was barely a trace left of the person they were before. His tongue darted out from between his lips, licking her clean from her chin to her plump bottom lip. That, he sucked into his mouth, coaxing more of that sweet blood from the cut he'd made there.

I assumed all vampires would be avoiding me like the plague, I guess we were both wrong.

[Henry shrugged] You were already here by the time I noticed you, what point would there be in running really?

"It’s still good to have." It was how she was raised; it was written in her DNA. At his gesture, she seemed to calm, even if slightly. "What do you want?" There was no ‘nice’ way to ask it, but she did tone her bitchiness down a bit.

Henry took a step in her direction, "It's a wasted effort." He smiled at her question, giving her a curt shrug in response before adding, "I never come here with clear inclination to my wants. It keeps my visits interesting."

Her body reacted despite her internal protests to shove him away from her. As if looking to completely disobey her, her hands clenched into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him close. The chill that lingered on his skin trickled over her own flesh, causing small goosebumps to rise on her arms. Eva decided to enjoy it for a moment longer, grinding her hips against him. With more effort than she’d admit to using, the wolf shoved Henry away - just far enough that there was space between them once more. She could feel the blood from her lip trickle down her chin as she spoke, “I think it’s time for you to leave.”

His tongue smoothed over the cut he created, the burning, metallic nectar  doing nothing to quell his hunger. Her hips rolling against his made it hard for him to decide what he wanted to do more, fuck her senseless or bleed her dry. One wetness or the other, a decision Henry was unsure he could make, not when the growing tightness in his trousers began to demand the same attention as his blood lust. But before he had a chance to choose, she thrust him away, forcing hims back into the chilly hell he'd been in for close to three centuries now. His arms straightened, hands still locked on the bars on either side of her head. He blinked once in a vain attempt to pull himself out his haze. But the pull of her luscious body and the red stain under her chin made that almost impossible. "I don't think I want to leave." He closed the distance between them again, his cobalt hued orbs darkening with emotion. He pulled himself in so close to her that every unneeded breath he took set her straw colored strands into a flurry motion. His arms locked in place, making it next to impossible for her to move him, but there was still the thinnest strand of control left in him. He wouldn't force her. Or at least he hoped he wouldn't.

She turned away from the vampire outside her cell, taking a moment to herself. Eva had made a promise to herself that not even a thousand full moons trapped in a cell would be enough crack her, and yet here she was, throwing a fit like a child over the slight possibility of having silver pressed into her skin again. Her inner wolf was raging within and she pressed a hand to her chest as if she could calm the animal with a touch. It didn’t do much, but she felt slightly better. Another deep, calming breath and she turned, going over the where she’d flung her cot.

Her eyes burned with emotions he didn't quite understand, emotions he'd probably never understand. Not unless he cracked open her skull and emptied it's contents on the floor, un-spooling her brain and picking apart the pieces, studying them like an archaeologist trying to read the past from bits of bone and marrow. A disturbing thought, and not one he'd ever give voice to. It didn't fit in with the neatly packaged character he chose to show the world. For this century at least. 

"I just don’t want to waste your time.." she murmured with a small head nod, letting him know that she both heard and understood him. As the mistress strolled by, her head dipped, avoiding any eye contact possible but once Henry began to speak again her chin lifted back up slightly.

“You let me worry about my time, sweetheart. I have more of it to waste than you do.” Henry turned on his heel, continuing on in the same direction the mistress went. "Until then."

"Seeing as you’ve got me pressed to the bars, I haven’t got much room to move." She tried to watch him, but her gaze blurred when their foreheads touched and her eyes closed. The kiss caught her almost completely off guard. Unlike how many Masters and Mistresses captured her lips, his mouth was surprisingly amiable against her own. For a moment, Eva was unsure of how to react. There was chance of it being a trick, but it’d been so long since Eva had felt a gentle hand, she wanted to take the chance. Another moment passed before finally she pushed herself forward to return what he offered, her hands moving forward to grip the fabric of his shirt at his sides.

Henry pressed himself impossibly close, forcing his way between her legs. His mouth moved with abandon, licking and nipping her to his heart’s content. The only restrained he exhibited was in his hands, wrapped so tightly around the metal rods he feared he might break them. Her warmth surrounded him and he leached of it, taking it into himself, warming his icy center. As his warmth grew, so did the thirst, the one constant in his life. Always there, burning at the back of his throat like a bad case of acid re-flux, growing in tandem with his lust. Fucking and feeding, one in the same for most of his kind. It made his mouth move urgently against hers, nipping at the plump flesh of her lower lip, hard enough to draw blood.

"No. I’m one of those who is simply cautious of her surroundings."

 "No need, sweetheart." Henry raised his hands in an attempt to show innocence. "Even if I meant to be a threat, your cautious nature would do very little to protect you."