Beauvoir
Female Cenobite
- Joined
- Jul 25, 2018
Theo trembled lightly as Damon explained Sam’s antics. Apparently his look towards the other vampire hasn’t gone unnoticed. He hung his head a bit as Damon sneered at him and proved he already knew Theo’s pathetic reasons for trying not to be turned.
‘Bred to be a slave’ was like a slap in the face that stung the hunter as he remained on his knees. His teeth grit when his captor admitted to helping head the program he was born in. “Are you trying to say I was made for this or some fucked up thing?” He spat.
He couldn’t imagine it. Being bitten for that matter let alone being turned. They hadn’t been allowed to touch him on the farm. He was a valuable commodity. He hated the vampires with his whole being. If he became one of them what would he do, how would he go on. In the hunters mind becoming a vampire meant losing all hope, and that was one of the few things Theo was actually afraid of.
“I’m sorry about your mate- but like you said how can I be of use to you as much if you can’t read my thoughts?”
‘Bred to be a slave’ was like a slap in the face that stung the hunter as he remained on his knees. His teeth grit when his captor admitted to helping head the program he was born in. “Are you trying to say I was made for this or some fucked up thing?” He spat.
He couldn’t imagine it. Being bitten for that matter let alone being turned. They hadn’t been allowed to touch him on the farm. He was a valuable commodity. He hated the vampires with his whole being. If he became one of them what would he do, how would he go on. In the hunters mind becoming a vampire meant losing all hope, and that was one of the few things Theo was actually afraid of.
“I’m sorry about your mate- but like you said how can I be of use to you as much if you can’t read my thoughts?”