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To Disappear (kikora and Z.G.)

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Dec 2, 2009
Abel gripped the hard pine rail so hard that one could just barely pick out the off white of his bone flush against the skin of his knuckle, the cords of muscle wrapped around his forearms tense. The railing creaked ominously, squealing as though it were in pain. When the vampire adjusted his pale hands he revealed splintered indentations. His hirelings had taken in a smaller haul than usual, which as an aberration on disparate occasions was acceptable, this had become a consistent trend. Unacceptable.

He turned back and walked into his chamber, shutting the doors to the deck behind him. He changed into a tunic with a well oiled black leather belt strapped around his waist, feet clad in boots to the knee. The vampire promptly walked out of his suite into one of the myriad hallways of the small fortress, the heels of his boots clicking sharply against the stone ground. It was only a little after the sun dipped below the horizon and already chilly for those who could still feel the cold, though it was a dry and snowless cold. All there was on the ground of the courtyard of the building was ice and brick set into the ground to walk upon, as well as to preserve the wheels of the carriages that the slaves were transported in.

Abel let out a low whistle and a short, broad fellow dropped from the seven carriage caravan and pattered over to the taller man. Without word the vampire lifted up his hands and placed them on each side of the man's head and pressed his thumb over the man's eyes. Slowly, ever so slowly, while the small man screamed and plead those thumbs viced down through those orbs. The body dropped to the ground, bloody pits slowly seeping crimson. "Display the haul!" Abel shouted, deep voice reverberating off the walls of the compound, built into the side of the mountain as it was. The brutes Abel employed opened the carriage and prodded the freshly caught women with their swords, pushing, yelling, clearly unwilling to deal with any potential problem. Their employer ran a tight schedule.

While Abel surveyed the slaves he slowly sucked on his thumb, saving the coppery flavor of the blood and effluvium that had come from his underling's eyeballs. The corpse lay at the vampire's feet, redolent and relaxed, empty sockets staring nowhere.
 
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Kaura groaned softly as she was rocked roughly back and forth in travel, her head throbbing horribly where her attacker had attacked to keep her disoriented. It worked well enough, and now she found herself loaded into the back of the small carriage with several other very frightened young women. They spent their time looking around in pure horror, eyes wide as they tried to look outside, in an attempt to stare at the arching points of Kaura's elven ears. She had lived with the women in the village for almost two years now, since her exile from her own race, but always managed to conceal her elven qualities and remain mostly human in appearance. Now that facade was shattered. One of the first things the brutes did upon succeeding in binding her was to rip the hat from her head, and they seemed pleased by the fact she was not human. No doubt they rarely ever say an elf, much less captured one as a slave.

Both hands were bound together in front of her with thick rope, but she could raise them, and brush aside the lock of snowy white hair that had fallen into her line of vision. The once elegant braid that held her hair back came half undone in the attack, and her wavy brown hair cascaded over her shoulders to give her a wild look, but didn't quite hide her ears or slanted brows.

She gave another groan when the carriage lurched to a stop, rocking her back and forth slightly. Moments later she heard a deep voice calling, and the doors of the carriage were flung open. The scared women were met by curses and shouting as the men physically yanked them from their seats, and dragged them forward, prodding those who did not move fast enough with their swords.

Kaura struggled against the man who grabbed her arm, letting out an Elven curse before he reached up, and grabbed a fistful of her hair, right where she was struck earlier. She gave a pained yell, but moved, rushing out of the cart and into line with the other women, a trail of fresh blood now running down from her hairline onto her cheek from her broken scalp.

The first thing she saw was the mountain and it took her a moment to realize the entire structure was build right in, a perfect spot for such an operation. The second thing was the man in a fine tunic, casually sucking blood from his thumb, a fresh corpse at his feet. The man who dragged her from the carriage moved forward, glancing hesitantly at the corpse before bowing deeply at the man who was obviously in change. "My lord." He murmured. "I know we have another small haul for you, but we found a special treat." He gestured, and a man behind Kaura forced her forward with the tip of his blade. "An Elf, my lord. No one had captured an Elf alive in well over a thousand years..."
 
Abel casually displayed his teeth, tongue rolled over one of his elongated incisors as he looked down at the pointy haired beauty who had been captured by his worthless, filthy minions. This was somewhat distressing, Abel thought, realizing he had just killed his chief foreman for poor work performance on the very delivery he would create quite the social coup for his overlord. It was really too bad. "I knew that," the vampire let his gaze linger on the underling in question a moment longer than necessary. He didn't need to be sold simple facts by his minions. Fah! He had lived well over four centuries.

The vampire looked down at the elf woman on her knees before him. This could turn out very well for him, indeed. "What is your name, fey?"
 
Kaura pulled her back erect where she knelt, her chin slightly raised as she met the man's eyes straight on. He drew back his lips, running his tongue over an long and pointed fang, telling Kaura better than words what he was. Vampire.

she almost drew back then, almost let her eyes widen, but held her reserve, staying frozen where she was as the vampire addressed her directly. She paused for a moment, hesitating to give him the answer he wanted, before tipping her chin up just slightly. "I am Kaura Vertae." She told him meeting his eyes boldly with her own. She didn't need to say anything more, every bit of defiance she hoped to convey was in her low glare.
 
Abel's eyes had faded over the course of the years as happened with the kindred of his line, turning his intense blue eyes into something dead and watery, lacking substance, only the faintest blue to mark that the pigment had ever been there. The other thumb ventured to the vampire's mouth, his tongue slowly savoring the decadent taste of blood. "Kaura Vertae," he murmured to himself, smiling. "Did you know that in the language of the long lived, your last name means blood?"

The laugh Abel gave showed him for what he was more than anything. It was a wicked, cruel laugh that lacked compassion and altruism and hope, leaving only space for violence and schadenfreude.
 
Kaura's eyes never left the man's face, even when he brought his other thumb to his mouth, lapping lightly at the blood that stained his flesh. She could hear the girls behind her whimper slightly, in terror of this vampire man and what he could do. No doubt they did not believe his kind to exist... In fact, not Even the Elves were completely sure if Vampires were myth or not.

"No." Kaura responded curtly to his question, settling her hands in front of her to adjust her skirt respectfully, so she looked like the proper lady, dignified and strong... And him the blood thirsty savage he was.
 
"Funny, that," he muttered, gazing down at the doe brown haired beauty who knelt before him. The other whimpering, simpering women were beneath his attention, as ever. He made a gesture at one of his stoolies and they were lead away, deep into the bowels of the fortress, with Kaura left in front of Abel. It was interesting to watch her, to see how different she would be than a human; Abel had only once come across an elf. He had certainly heard things, read things, but to see a living, breathing one before him bathed in moonlight.

He snapped his fingers and Kaura was pulled up. "You are my property, Vertae. You shall do as I say, when I say. Is that perfectly well understood?"
 
Kaura felt a wave of concern wash over her as the other women were dragged away, crying and sniffling as the men pulled them off somewhere. Kaura didn't look, her eyes glued on the Vampire, a dark look in her eyes. He snapped his fingers once, and she was tugged up.

She wanted to scoff lightly at his question, but held it in, her face ever impassive to him. "I will not." She said evenly, "I am neither property, nor an animal to be trained. If you wish to have a pet you may find a dog, because I would sooner you drain me of all my blood than serve you."
 
Abel reached out and grabbed the elf's shoulders, grabbing her and pulling her in close. His left arm beneath her right, reached up to the side of her head and pulled it to the side so that her porcelain neck was exposed to him. "Is that what you want, really?" His mouth descended to her neck, the sharp point of his teeth dragging against her thin flesh, breath quickening when his tongue felt her jugular.
 
The vampire moved, and with her hands bound before her and men at either side Kaura was helpless to resist. His arm looped behind her, pulling her in close as he tilted her head to the side. She hesitated in her answer, fear running through her before she struggled to think again. He wouldn't kill her... He wouldn't, she was too valuable to him alive. "I'm sure." She whispered, hoping he didn't hear any fear in her soft voice.
 
Abel heard something in Kaura's finely modulated voice, but he wasn't sure if it was the stress, anxiety, fear or just something so simple as indigestion. This was no good way to make a first impression, he decided, if he were to let her win this first little confrontation. He was thirsty anyways. With that thought the vampire sunk his sharp, sharp teeth into the elf's skin, greedily sucking at the blood that came coursing from her throat. It was decidedly different tasting from a human's blood, that was for sure, though Abel was not sure if he preferred one to the other.
 
Kaura's eyes widened when, without a word, the vampire sunk his teeth deep into her neck. She gasped slightly, a shuddered intake of breath at the surging pain of having her flesh ripped through by this monster of a man. She let her eyes close as he drank, biting her lip slightly to keep from making any sound of pain or distress. If he wanted to kill her here like this, she would at least go out with some semblance of dignity.
 
The genius of the vampire's bite was that it always left the recipient wanting more. While it was painful when the teeth pierced Kaura's sovereign flesh, within his saliva were a series of chemicals that left the recipient of the bite happy, euphoric, and even somewhat aroused. Abel decided he would drain her of much more blood than he normally would, leaving just enough left so that she would be able live, to awake once more. His mouth clamped down on her neck, sucking hard, pressing his wanting, needy lips further into her flesh.
 
Kaura's eyes slowly began to close, and she could feel a strange bliss pass over her, almost drug like how it overwhelmed her senses. She was happy, but she didn't know about what. She was being drained dry by this vampire man, her life force sucked out... But she could only smile, a euphoric expression on her face as her muscles unwounds, and gradually she slipped unconcious.
 
Abel had a difficult time pulling himself away before Kaura fully bled out. He lapped at the wounds a few more times before they closed, leaving behind only the faintest sign of ever having been there. Even that would fade in less than a month, rather, it did with humans. The vampire picked up his new slave and carried her inside the fortress, taking her to a room with a large bed, a large wardrobe, a big table and crystal bottles full of various liquids. There was also a cage built into one corner, the bottom littered with old carpets. The vampire stripped the elf of her clothing and put her in the cage, leaving her there. He left and came back nearly twenty-four hours later, waiting to see how sleep and waiting had treated the elf.
 
Kaura slept for nearly twelve hours before she finally roused, forcing her eyes open. She looked around herself in confusion as memories came flooding back to her. Her capture, the vampire, him biting her, but why wasn't she dead? She told him she would rather bleed out than become his dog but... She looked around in horror as she realized she was in a cage, the door securely locked. Old carpet lines the bottom, keeping away some chill.

And it was then that Kaura realized she was undressed. Her eyes grew wide as she searched for her clothes, but they were nowhere to be found. She shivered, mostly from embarassment, and slid under a large section of carpet. Hours passed and she tried not to move, drifting between asleep and awake until night came once more. She was awake when the door opened, and the vampire came entered.

"I told you I am not a pet." She told him evenly, clutching the blanket tightly to herself to preserve her modesty.
 
"You are mistaken in thinking that any of your wishes or declarations have any bearing on reality," the vampire politely informed Kaura, hands held behind his back. He smirked down at the elven woman hiding herself behind a blanket improvised out of an old rug used to line the bottom of a cage. He paced back and forth in front of Kaura's cage, strutting really, as he expounded upon their relationship, "You are my slave. You have the opportunity to earn certain privileges should you discharge your duties as a slave here well."
 
Kaura wrapped the rug around herself, holding it to her body as her eyes followed the man strutting in fron of her. He began to talk, and Kaura just leaned back, resting against the bars as far from the door as she could manage. "I am no ones slave, I am an Elven woman, and my name is Kaura." She said, restating the obvious. "I refuse to follow the orders of a creature like yourself, you would be wise to realize that, and give me back my dress so that I may be decent once more."
 
"Do I seem stupid to you!" The vampire yelled, suddenly lashing out, the back of his fist leaving a sizeable dent in one of the bars of the elf's cage. He struck another bar, bending it inwards, and another. "I am your master! You will serve me! Your name is nothing! Your name is dirt! Fuck your name, I piss on your name!" With that Abel hiked up his tunic and let out a trail of pale water from his flaccid member, spraying the elven woman who had dared to tell the vampire something he already knew.
 
Kaura's eyes widened briefly as the vampire man started punching the bars to her cage. One by one the bent in horribly under his strength as he screamed at her, as though brute strength alone would serve to make her serve him. When he screamed he'd 'piss' on her name, and yanked at his tunic, Kaura was more than prepared. She raised the edge of the rug higher, and held out a hand to use her magic. Extending from her palm came a wall of magic, woven from threads of light, and his pee struck it, and rolled off, soaking the rugs before Kaura, but never reaching her.
 
The vampire laughed and dropped his tunic, letting urine dribble to the floor in small spots between the elf and himself. He lunged forward and moved with sinuous, liquid grade, striking the wall of golden light with his palm. The force of his blow started in the twist of his ankles, then the torque of his waist, before it coiled up in his shoulders and flew through that professional little twist of the forearm. If one were to slow down time and watch the blow they would see a textbook geometry to the way Abel's form flowed with more than a few hints to his inhuman nature. Were a normal man to throw a blow with such technique it would drop him to the ground if aimed just so, but for one who had been alive for over four hundred years, who was both exceptionally strong and fast, that same blow could crush a sternum.
 
Kaura's eyes widened slightly as the Vampire moved with increadible, inhuman speed. In one quick move he dropped the edge of his tunic, and attacked her wall of energy. Tales of epic battles between Elven ancestors and Vampires are still told in her village to that day, the equivalent of a human faerie tale, and at that time it was an even match. But Kaura's people had grown weak in the thousands of years since then, and when Abel's hand struck her field, Kaura felt herself blown physically back by the force of impact. The pagic broke into thousands of shards of light, and the second recoil hit Kaura hard, until she leaned forward, supporting her weight on the palm of her hand while the other clutched the rug to her chest. Her eyes never left his though, glaring, angry. "I am not your dog!" She said, her voice pitched louder than usual now.
 
The vampire stood with his shoulders thrown back haughtily, his fingers brushing a stray brand of his jet hair back into a more reasonable position among its peers. He looked down at the elven woman who had been so overmastered by a single blow, hiding, trying to intimidate the being who had caged her. What was the word for that? Spunk. The vampire looked down at her with his faded blue eyes, leaned his head back and aimed a loogie directly at the woman's face. "You are right, you are not my pet; you are my toy."
 
Oh he was arrogant, painfully so. After he managed to break through her shield he stood again, looking down at her with those faded grey-ish blue eyes. He drew back slightly, and it was obvious what he was going t do. Kaura tensed in anticipation, and watched as he spit right at her. Magic might not be powerful for her, but she was certainly faster than any mortal creature. She pulled to the side well before the wad reached her, letting it land on a rug where she was while she leaned against the cage wall. "I am not a toy either. Not for you nor anyone else. Now, give me my dress and let me free."
 
"Clothing is a privilege to earn. As is food. Water. Baths," Abel spit them out like curse words, his face closing into a snarl. He reached to one of the bars of her cage he had slammed his fist into and pulled back to the tune of screeching metal until it was straight. He did that with the remaining bars he had belted. The vampire absently smoothed over his olive tunic then he returned his gaze to the elf. "You are my slave. You do as I tell, receive what I give you. Are punished as I see fit to punish you."
 
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