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As Sean had walked away from him he glanced toward the other a moment longer before returning his gaze to the other sires, chatting away for a moment with them as he also listened in on Sean's talk with the other fledglings at the snack table. Sean was still young, even in his vampire rebirth. Tristan had known that, but there was still things he had to keep upheld in the presence of other clans and branches. It was not that he didn't want to listen to the others complaints or unease about the situation. There was indeed much to be worried about, even. But at that moment they just needed to get through the formalities of this evening. Sean's tendency to become erratic had to be put down before he caused any more embarrassment to him. Not that the elder vampire had cared so much about all of that. But he still had a lot of pride. He wanted to appear more powerful than he would eternally look for the rest of his life.
Tristan continued conversing with the other sires, it had all mostly been meaningless chit chat about the modern world and how some sires had eyes on new fledglings to turn. Absolute boring stuff really. At some point he walked off with a group of sires to join them somewhere else, letting Sean out of his sights at that moment. Perhaps, he had figured, the other might start feeling a little more at ease if he weren't around. Though even for him something definitely didn't feel right. The unease had grown the farther he got from Sean, even. Something was calling to him in that room. Sweat had started forming in a thin layer over his skin. There was something here, something strange and unfamiliar and connected to him. Letting out a small gasp as a wave of pleasure struck him he paused, getting an odd look from his fellow sires before they asked about if he was alright. Lifting his drink up he rushed to finish it and nod "I-I am..uh. I'm great."
Another faint wave hit him and he uneasily put the glass down on a nearby table. As pain suddenly followed, erupting in his gut and spreading over his body. Holding in a gasp of pain he brought a hand up to his stomach as bile rose into his neck, half making him gag. Though he managed to keep his composure for the most part. Looking around a little frantically as he continued to listen to the other sires chatter on about something he couldn't care about. A voice then entered his head telling him to 'go to the bathroom'. Before yet again another, more intense wave of pleasure hit his body "I---I-i have to-- I have to...Just one moment, I'll be right back!" He squeaked out before turning and leaving, practically rushing into the bathroom that had been up the stairs and down another corridor entirely. Throwing the door open he rushed inside, sitting on the sink in the bathroom had been a fairly beautiful woman. She had smirked down at him before sliding off from the counter.
Moving along toward the door she brushed the tips of her fingers on her left hand over the top of his head and made her way toward the door, closing it and locking it. Trapping him inside with her. The woman watched him for a moment before, in an amused tone demanded that she look at him. His eyes were forced open and he was made to look at her. Her lips twitched in amusement, the smirk on her face remaining as she commented on even now having so much control over him. Moving then toward the bathroom counter she sat on it, crossing her legs and lazily leaning forward toward him. Another wave of pain struck him, blood spilling from his mouth, splattering onto the fancy tile of the bathroom floor "What...what are you...How are you doing this..." Tristan managed to gasp, getting a chuckle from her before her right foot rose and she was lifting his head up with the tip of her high heeled shoe, forcing him to look at her, right in the eyes.
A flood of memories hit him, and more pain. Causing him to collapse a little, his hands bracing him before he could fall completely onto the floor. Thick dark blue veins had bulged from his neck and around his eyes and forehead, then he had coughed up more blood, feeling weaker the more reserves he was losing in blood. Though what had his attention more than that something was causing him to cough up his meals onto the floor, was the images flashing in his head. One of a man overpowering him before biting into his neck, tearing at his flesh and draining him of his blood. As he lay dying on the ancient battlefield. His fellow viking battling all around him, their shouts muted, one voice was clear. The man who had bit him, causing him to bleed out on the ground, alone. Towered over him before crouching down and whispering into their ear about how they always wanted a 'little thing' like him to have around for his pleasure. As the man in this memory reached for him Tristan fought with what little dying strength he had left to keep them from him, before finally everything went black, he died then.
Returning to the current situation Tristan let out a small screaming before getting kicked in the side of the face, by the woman who had jumped onto him as he fell to the side and then back on his right elbow. She then commented that they never got to finish what they had started, before calling him her 'Petit juane'. Dropping down toward him then she shoved him back, forcing him against the wall. Tristan could have easily stopped the human, but just as he had the thought of moving his thoughts were fragmented and a searing pain erupted throughout his skull. Another scream threatened to escape before another force had made him swallow it down. Scrambling away for a moment his back pressed to the back of the bathroom wall. More memories began to flood him, this time not his own. But of a baby being born, then growing up into the woman before him. Holding his head he winces, his nose curling and eyes clenching tightly shut as the realization dawned on him. Only a little to late however.
Blood started trickling from his eyes then, the woman moved closer, soon straddling him between her legs and rocking her hips against him, spreading little kisses along his neck as pure pleasure was taking over his body. Then everything in his mind washed out, he felt like he had lost control of everything in his body. Or maybe that it had been being flooded by someone else entirely. His body moved on it's own, welcoming the strange woman as she pressed her privates to his covered body. The world had started pulling in on itself as his own conscious was shrinking away. Again a voice hand entered his mind as he was shrinking into the recesses of his mind. When she moved to kiss him he his body reacted on it's own, returning the kiss. A couple of moments later he had her pinned to the bathroom counter, arms secure against the large mirror, fucking her.
