Old Blood

Seeing his fangs spring out made Joanna jump in surprise.  “Oh…vampire. Right.  This place is…a trip,” she said, shaking her head.  “I suppose y’all don’t worry about a chill…but…do you freeze if it gets too cold?  Like, no warm blood keeping your muscles movin?”

          They don’t technically need sleep anyway - Cat has been known to go on 4 or 5 day binges when he is particularly feeling himself. And now that he had a few hookups in this city, his magical drugs of choice were a lot easier to find.  “I’m not jealous.” After all they were the ones in cages, even if Draven spent most of his free time with those not half as cute as him.

          “Maybe you could leave all this dumb council business behind and we can go back home.” Draven had many homes, but the one Cat was referring to was the one they spent the most time together away from Thorn Haven. “Anyway, what do I have to be jealous of? You’re mine after all.” And no one could take that bond away from either one of them.

There is was - his words were firm and yet there was still a part of him that suspected otherwise. Catlin was needy and he hadn’t been giving the male as much attention as he used to before he had moved to Thorn Haven. Perhaps the young vampire was homesick? Or perhaps he just wanted him all to himself again. 

His response made her blink.  “Dead?  How are you dead if you’re here talkin’ to me?”

He can spend time with whomever he wants be it master, slave another civilian - doesn’t change the fact that at the end of the day he’s still mine. 

          With his eyes still closed, the promise of fangs scraping against his vulnerable throat caused a lazy smirk to upturn the corner of Catlin’s mouth. “But I’ve only been asleep a few hours.” He says, but he’s practically purring at the attention. Truth be told, he’s still high from the evening’s events and it shows as dark eyes flutter open to fix his sire with a half-hearted glare. 

          Haven’t you missed me? Yes - more so than the younger vampire was ever stubbornly willing to admit to either one of them. “Of course,” as he speaks he is reaching out to affectionately grasp the back of Draven’s head and give him a light squeeze. “But I figured you would have a cute slave boy or two to keep you company as always, or I’d have come to your bed.” He’s not as jealous as he sounds, or maybe he is. 

Only been asleep a few hours? Draven couldn’t help but chuckle lightly “It’s more sleep than I’ve gotten so you should be fine.” He could smell the pot on Catlin but that was nothing new. Though it did hint that he had been partying up until recently - per usual. 

“deal.” he says without a second thought. whatever the vampire wanted from him couldn’t be worse than whatever punishment the guards wanted to dish out. “lead the way, sir,” luka smirked, very happy with himself that he was seemingly getting away with being a little too curious for his own good. but could you blame him? the cells were open. who wouldn’t explore then?

His answer had been quick and seemingly without a second thought - Draven knew he could punish the boy himself if he chose to, however he wasn’t sure if he would. He had some time to think over those details though, perhaps he’d base it off how difficult the other slaves were to wrangle. Leading the way to the guard station he explained the situation and the men didn’t bat an eye. They simply took Luka and put him into a holding cell with orders to keep him there until the councilman returned to collect him. 

With a heavy sigh, Ashton opened his eyes, quickly coming to teh conclusion that he had been figured out. There wasn’t much use in pretending to sleep now. “That’s what I was thinking,” he reasoned, tone dry, even. Baby blue eyes settled on the master as he approached his cell, silently and curiously sizing him up. “Worst case scenario, I figured most master wouldn’t want a lazy slave that wants to sleep all day.” Granted, Ashton’s experience with masters at this point was still rather limited. “Looks like I caught your attention though.”

“I don’t know about that one, I would think most would prefer a lazy slave to an unruly one. At least with a lazy one you don’t have to worry about them getting into trouble all the time.” Though he knew there were some masters and mistresses that preferred the unruly ones. “You did.” for the time being anyway. “So do ‘lazy’ slaves wish to get out of their cells or are you more content sitting in there for days on end?”

          Catlin was the farthest thing from a morning person - even before the sun’s rays burned his skin. Even with the promise of a daylight ring, the young vampire was rarely seen before hours of the afternoon on any given day. Currently, his morning was spent hidden beneath weighted blankets in a brightly colored room absent of light. He had thought earlier to find Draven, but his sire had been in and out for weeks, only briefly seeing one another in passing. The job of council member is never a finished one, he’d quickly learned. 

          Maybe, if it were anyone else, Catlin could have stayed sleeping. Somehow his own body was hot wired to turn on ( in many sorts of ways ) any time his sire was near. His body stayed sleepy and quiet while the other’s weight shifted the bed and he settled in beside him. He tried to ignore him, but the lips pressing kisses against his throat caused him to stir. With eyes still closed, he stretched to give Draven better access. 

        “Can’t you see m’ sleepin’?” He murmured, voice thick with sleep, but amusement was still held in his tone. 

Even in sleep Catlin’s body was attuned to him - it was so very convenient for the older vampire. As more neck was exposed Draven couldn’t help but scrape his fangs gently across the soft skin. He was tempted to bite but refrained for the time being. 

It wasn’t often that Draven was gone for long hours at a time but he had woken up that morning and between council meetings and doing his fair share of work he’d been gone all day and half the night. He supposed he was playing catch up in some ways seeing as he’d slacked off a bit the past few weeks. He felt more on the needy side tonight but due to the time he was sure most of the slaves were asleep or rented and the last thing he wanted to deal with was attitude. So he had returned home empty handed. 

He had fully expected Cat to be out and about like his usual self, partying and doing drugs and whatever else the baby vampire got himself into. However upon parking the car and honing in on the male he could feel his presence within the house. It was unexpected but nice none the less. 

Moving inside he dropped off his items in the foyer and kicked off his shoes as he moved up to the second story. Within seconds he was at Catlin’s door listening to see if he was up. When he heard nothing but soft breathing he opened the door slowly and entered the male’s room. Slipping into Catlin’s bed Draven snaked an arm across the lanky males waist - his head burying itself in the crook of the boys neck. 

luka wasn’t exactly pleased about the response he got from the vampire, but didn’t argue much more. even though he really really wanted to. it wouldn’t change anything and he’d just be wasting his breath. though he tuned back in when he tried to make him some kinda deal involving punishment.  luka scoffed, arms crossed over his chest tightly as he stared the other down. “how about you just take me to the holding cells and tell them you found me in the old cells, like the good boy i am, and come get me after?” luka suggested, brows upped a bit. it was a bold suggestion. something he felt was fair. 

it was a lie. luka was just trying to avoid going back to the cells as long as possible. how was it fair in the slightest everyone else was still roaming free and he was probably one of the first ones caught by someone because he was trying to keep himself from getting bit by some wolf or something. “because i just do,” luka nearly snapped, a bit frustrated. “listen okay? my - my whole life has been a shit show forever but this place is just awful. i can’t even get what i want when i want it or need it.” normally luka was a lot less…bratty and rude but he was annoyed. “everyone escaped. not just me.” he pointed out. 

“As a matter of fact, yes.” Her eyes narrowed at the vampire before she rolled her shoulders back, shrugging off his comments. She knew when to take a break, she just ignored those times and continued working. “A garden. It could prove more useful with their outdoor time them simply wandering the courtyard. Plus, they could be farming their own food which would reduce their overall cost substantially.”

Of course it was. Some council members really didn’t know when to take a break. Then again he was the opposite so he couldn’t really relate. Hearing though that she had plans for a garden he arched his brow. “If any of them even know how to tend to plants that is. That’s also assuming one of the asshole slaves doesn’t destroy it out of spite and anger.” He had his doubts that many of them would participate though he supposed it would only take a handful of them to get the work done.