My Present! Mine! { Agnores x TinyThings }

[TinyThings]

The dripping of water, was the only thing that broke the silence around them. It would be obvious to the captive, that where ever those around him had brought him, they where now doubting their actions. The attack had been rather fast and horrific. None of the, otherwise well trained, veteran strong soldiers, could've possibly been prepared for the assault they where brought. Of their numbers, they only managed to properly take out one of the attackers, who's head had been separated from it's body. Which was the main reason why, this man was now brought here. The leader of the attackers: Luret Harkon, had lost a son last night. And after nearly draining most of his captives, he decided to do something even more devious to the last. The one who'd managed to strike in just the right place, at just the right time, removing the head of one of the attackers. He would now be fed to Luret's daughter. To him, that was heavy punishment. She could do with him, as she would please. And he didn't even want to consider, what that entitled.
The captive had been brought through a series of caverns and tunnels, wearing a thick black bag over his head, and the pair of pants he'd worn the day before. The shirt had been ripped off, when he'd been searched for weapons. He was lucky that Luret had other plans for him, or he would've certainly caused serious damage, to the one who took down his second son.

"Remove the bag off the filth." Luret's deep, imposing voice demanded, as he shook his head a single time, the men behind the captive removing the bag from his head. The tall, muscular build Luret, narrowed his deep red eyes at the captive, once the bag had been removed. If the man tried to talk, he'd feel a swift, strong back hand to the cheek, sending a loud slap through the cave around them.
"Silence! Sack of blood and bones.. You took away from me, something that I held most dearly. And for that, I shall take away from you, not only your freedom. But your dignity as well... While you can know, that your fellow.. Soldiers. Will be treated as cattle for my family and men, you yourself will be the toy of the insane!" Luret shouted, giving the man another slap across the cheek, this time on the other side of the captives' head, should he've already smacked him once. The captive's wrists had been bound behind his back, and there where two other tall men, constantly holding him by the arms. Knowing their strength, from what had happened the night before, he would probably know it was pointless to resist.
After a long stare-down, the man nodded towards a door behind him, and the two men behind the captive dragged him towards it, opening it before them, and walking inside, closely followed by Luret.

The cave was dark and imposing, with moss hanging here and there. They had to push through a few racks of green, before entering the mouth of the cave, where Luret walked to the middle.
"Avella! Where are you, my dear?" He asked, gazing around with a reluctant smile. It was silent for a little while, before a silent, but almost soothing voice began ringing through the darkness.
"Faather? What brings you, to my.. Humble. Abode? And what, oh what've you brought with you? Or.. Should I say, who?" The female voice spoke. It was impossible to pinpoint exactly where the woman was, due to the echo running through the caves. "He smells..." The voice added. Just seconds before something dropped down in front of the captive, instantly standing up in front of him. "Famished..." The woman, now standing close in front of the captive finished, smiling widely up at the man. Luret was the perfect image of terror. This woman was the exact opposite. A bit short for the average woman, with long red hair, flowing down past her shoulders. She was really quite attractive, the only thing really blocking the borders of perfection, was the pale-ish skin. The things really frightening about this woman, was the bright red eyes and lips, and that wide, careless smile upon her lips, showing the tip of a fang by the right edge of her lower lip.
The guards and Luret had all jumped lightly as Avella had leaped down from the ceiling, putting a bit of distance between them and Avella. Luret now cleared his throat, and stretched his shoulders, preparing words.
"Avella. I am sorry to disturb you, but I've brought you a small.. Gift." He presented, waving a hand towards the captive. Avella just kept staring deeply into the captives eyes, without even blinking once. He'd find, possibly, that she was waiting for him to do so, as if she was challenging, to who would blink first. Except for the fact that she never had to blink. But the second -he- did, she turned her eyes back towards her father, with a slight gasp.
"A giift!? For me? Uhuu.. Thank you f.." She paused, as she looked back to the captive, narrowing her eyes a bit thoughtfully. "Hmmh.. How long has it been, since he last had something to eat, hm? You give me a human, who hasn't fed for an entire day? How silly.. Gaverell.. Go fetch something for the man to eat. Anything, really. I'm quite sure, he won't be picky?" She said the last word, almost as a question towards the captive, with her right brow slightly raised. Luret rolled his eyes, nodding a single time towards one of the guards, who the captive could probably guess was named Gaverell, and the guard walked off.
"Now then.. What.. Might your name be.. My lovely little present?" She asked, with the same smiling expression as before, and the same red, staring eyes, fixed directly at his.

 

[Agnores]

Linden Palmer was a tough man, not easily scared. But at this moment, at this hour, he was afraid for his life.

His fear didn't register on his face, even if it could be seen through the bag that had been placed over his head. He had long since learned as a soldier, a leader of men more specifically, that showing your fear would only hurt your men. So he did not show his fear, despite the great turmoil running in his mind, trying to find a way to escape, trying to find a way to not die. His body, muscled over years of hard work, was tense in the arms of the two guards that escorted him, the only sign he was anything but relaxed. Scars dotted his chest, trophies gained from the number of battles he had experienced in his life. A few cuts were fresh from the battle the day before, where Linden had managed to kill one of the bastards that attacked he and his men.

The guards stopped him, the small group coming a stop somewhere. A deep imposing voice commanded the bag be removed from his head, and for the bag was pulled roughly off. Linden glanced around quickly, trying to gain a sense of his surroundings. He was in a cavern, somewhere. He wasn't sure how long he had been walking, or where he was to begin with. Even if he was to escape, he wouldn't know where he was...and that would kill him in the long run. "Nice pl --" he was smacked, hard, throwing his head to the side. He turned back to the creature that stood in front of him, fixing him with a glare that hid the pain in his cheek and the fear in his mind. He couldn't let his fear show, that much he knew.

The one in front of him talked about how he was to become 'the toy of the insane' for taking something away from him. That must mean the vampire he killed last night had been related to this one, most likely a son. A tinge of satisfaction shot through Linden, and his lips curled into a slight half smile. He was smacked again, this time on the other cheek, and when Linden turned to face the man again, his glare had become a scowl. Both cheeks stung, but at least now he knew he would live just a little while longer. He was not in any danger until he was left with the person he was being gifted.

He was pushed forward by his bound hands as the imposing vampire in front of him opened a door and ordered the group into a moss-ridden cave, one that filled Linden with a sense of uneasiness. They pushed through several racks of moss, entering into the mouth of a cave where the vampire that had spoke earlier pushed forward. He called out for someone named Avella. Daughter? Wife? Some sort of monster thing that would kill Linden on sight? Some mixture of the three? Linden cringed at the thought. A soothing voice answered the vampire, and that relieved Linden just a little. This meant it was another vampire, at the very least. The voice echoed around the cave, making it impossible for Linden to pinpoint where she was.

Suddenly a red-head fell from the ceiling in front of Linden, and he jumped, his face showing fear for the first time since he was captured. He quickly recovered, letting his dull brown eyes meet hers. Her skin was pale, with long red hair. If it wasn't for the fact that she was a monster most likely about to drain him of all his blood, Linden might even had described her as beautiful. The way her fang poked out of her lip on the right side was as cute as it was terrifying. Linden blinked, and before he knew it, she was going on about how he was hungry. Which was true, he realized. He had been too scared to think of it before now. When she shot the question of him being picky at him, his personality shown through his fear. "I expect a feast fit for a king," he said, giving a forced little smile.

When the vampire known as Gaverell was sent off to collect food for Linden, the little red-headed succubus fixed him with her red eyes, wearing that same aloof, smiling expression she had when she had appeared before him. "Linden Palmer," he answered, again forcing his smile. "Lieutenant Linden Palmer, to be exact. Though," he shot a glance to the imposing vampire behind the girl. "I think that's no longer the case." His eyes met with the girl in front of him, and his eyes traveled over her body, taking in her looks. "Pleasure to meet you, I think." He pulled at his hand binds a little, testing their strength. Yup, still tight. Linden watched the vampire in front of him, curious what would happen next.

 

[TinyThings]

Luret gazed down Avella, with a judgmental and disapointed expression, taking in the clothes the woman was wearing. She wore a pair of very short, black shorts, with black, ripped leggings leaving them, and leading down to a pair of simple black shoes, without heels. As a top, she wore a black shirt, tightly wrapped around her feminine curves. He'd never understand the young Vampires obsession with rags. Even her shirt had a hole on it's right side. He rolled his eyes a bit, and threw his gaze away from her.
"Yes, he's all yours.. Do with him, as you please." He added, as he turned away from the two, taking a few steps deeper into the cave, with his hands crossed behind his back.

Getting Linden's answer, Avella's eyes widened slightly, before her lips parted into a gleeful, soothing giggle as she placed a hand over her mouth. "Cute.. It has a humor!" She playfully mused, moving a finger to gently tap the tip of Linden's nose, as she turned her eyes back towards her father. "Thanks dad, I like it.. Uh.." She gazed back at him, placing a gentle hand upon his bare chest, letting him feel the coolness of her silky soft hand. "I mean him, of course.. I've never really had one of you humans down here before.. Only watched you from a distance.." She snickered lightly, starting to slowly circle around Linden, her hand not leaving his skin, fingertips instead gently stroking along his muscles and scars.
Her latest words had caused her father to gaze over his shoulder towards her, with a questioning expression.
"Watched them? Have you been close to the humans? You know you really aren't supposed to, Avy..." The man scolded, causing Avella to roll her eyes slightly, looking back towards him, but not stopping her circulation around Linden, nor the exploration of his muscles.
"Oh please, daddy.. Think I'd stay secluded down here forever? And you didn't know.. Think the Covenant'll find out? Because i don't..." She complained, with a raised brow.

Finally having been all around him, her fingers having stroked around his arms and back as well, finally ending by the middle of his chest again, as he introduced himself, only her fingertips and nails gently touching his skin now. She tilt her head slightly, as he said it was a pleasure meeting her, shortly gazing down towards his arm, as if she knew what he wanted.
"Uh.. I'm sorry. I know this.." She said, almost gleefully again, as she did a flick with her hand, and he'd feel the binds at his wrists loosen, as if they'd never even been tight. After doing this she offered him her hand, as if to give him a simple handshake. "My name's Avella. Avella Harkon. A pleasure to meet you too." She proclaimed, almost as if it was a replay, of someone else. Her eyes hopefully gazed for his eyes, seemingly almost desperately wanting him to shake her hand. And should he do so, she'd giggle happily, and bow slightly. Luret behind her rolled his eyes, and sighed in silence.

"How'd I do?" She asked, as if she wanted a review of her ability to shake hands. Her expression then turned excited, as she seemed to remember something, long forgotten. Even though it was mentioned only a few seconds ago. "Uh.. And don't worry about your men, 'Lieutenant Palmer'.. They won't kill them.. They'll use them aaas.. Cattle? I think it's called. It's really rather cold, and harsh, rather then just killing them.. It's a cruel fate, many former slaves complained. They'll drink their blood, until they are barely alive, but still capable of regaining their strength. And then they'll drain them again, when they have." She blabbered on, before giving him a rather searching, questioning expression. "Which one.. Do you think they'd deserve? Death. Or blood banks? Cattle, to be drained again.. And again.. And again..." She asked him, placing a finger upon his chest.

 

[Agnores]

The two vampires conversation created a sense of unease in Linden. It seemed that the girl was amused by his comment on expecting a king's feast, which was good. However, the following talk of how the father did not approve of relationships with humans and how she had been doing it any way made him incredibly uneasy. After all, she was walking in a slow circle around him, trailing her cold hands across his scarred and muscled body, leaving goose bumps in their wake. All Linden needed was to be in-between her and the father when he decided to discipline the girl. Despite his fear, the girl's hand on his skin made it hard for him to concentrate on anything. It was cool, especially against the heat from produced from his accelerated heart rate. When he introduced himself, she was standing in front of him again, her fingertips resting against the center of his chest. She seemed pleased with his introduction, gleefully trying to remember something. All of a sudden he felt his hands go free from their binds, and her hand held out in front of her. Did she...Did she want to shake hands?

She introduced herself as Avella Harkon, giggling happily and bowing when he shook her hand. "Uh...You did fine, I suppose. Though I must say most people don't use such polite introductions for their pets." He smiled a little, wondering how she would take that joke. She continued on, rambling about his soldiers and their fate. It was a terrible one, he had to admit, and he felt bad for his men. But what could he do? He didn't know how to save himself let alone them. He had failed them as a leader, but then again...There wasn't much a unaware group of humans could do against prepared vampires. "They deserve, Miss Avella, to be set free and sent home. They deserve to lay with their wives again, hug their children, and fight for their country once more. They do not deserve death or life as cattle." His face hardened. A anger from his helplessness in this situation overtaking the fear.

 

[TinyThings]

Avella could've almost felt his goose bumps, bellow her slender, gentle fingers. And she liked it. She enjoyed watching him fight squirming, and keep his head cool. By the rate of his pumping blood and heart, it was all to obvious that the man was scared. Something she obviously expected, and something she liked. The warmth of his blood was uncommon, for creatures like them. Except when they drank directly from a source, which Avella had never really tried. She preferred the warmth. Which would kill the average Vampire, if their blood was warmed up, for too long periods of time. So the few times she'd tried it, she'd been scolded, and sent off.

As she was praised for her 'ability' to be civil, she smiled and giggled lightly a single time again, her fang showing a bit again, in the right corner of her lower lip. And once again, he joked, causing her to first look a little surprise at the caliber of the joke, before a somewhat smirking grin spread upon her lips, and she took a step closer to him, placing her palm against his chest again, now stroking it up towards his neck.
"I introduce myself, to all my new toys.. Don't flatter yourself.. Too much. My little lieutenant." She sported a playful grin, as he fingertips stroked down his chin, an almost lustfully playful grin upon her lips then, before she turned her attention to her question, not stepping away from the tall man as he spoke. Her head was slightly tilted, as he explained his feelings on the matter. Her expression was thoughtful, as she turned her gaze towards the ground, with a slight pouting. Behind her, Luret had turned his dark red gaze towards the two again, now narrowly glaring at Linden. It was probably obvious to him, that his suggestion was causing questions in Avella's mind. Questions, Luret certainly didn't want him to boil up. And then after a short thought, she looked back up at Linden again, with a small smile.
"You must understand, -why- that won't be possible, right? We live in solitary, and what would happen if the humans knew of us?" She asked, now with a much smaller smile. "We would be hunted, and killed. Even for all we have, we aren't stronger then your kind. For one, we don't feel things, such as passion. Making it very hard for -us- to procreate, while you humans seem to do it with every girl, or guy around the corner, who has the right flicker in their eye... So, you mass produce, and we dwindle.. Our kind would be completely annihilated, if yours found out we exist. Even if we offered peace." Avella explained with a small smile, her head tilting the other way, before gazing over her shoulder. "Some of us, though, don't seem to be able to get that into their thick heads, and insist on risking exposure, just to get a moments thrill..." A slight sneer now in her voice, causing Luret's backbone to drop slightly, as he took a step back, hissing silently. But Avella moved her attention back towards Linden again, once again with a small smile. "But how about this.. Your men'll be.. -Immune- for some time.. They'll still be slaves, and caught here.. But they won't be used as cattle. Then if you can make me feel generous and passionate, they might be let free, one day.. Hm?" She suggested with a genuine smile.

This caused Luret's anger to boil, and he growled lowly, as he turned towards them. "What!? Your -not- the head of the family, Avy! You can not make demands like that, you..." The man spouted out, no thoughts of the consequences of his words. Avella's eyes almost shot back towards the man, and she hissed loudly. A hiss, that bordered between a cats angry hissing, and a much larger animals growl or roar. Another display, that made it clear why the others feared her. Her eyes a burning red now, as she stared down his father.
"Shut it... Father. And.. Get out. Get out, of my cave! And you'll not lay a single fang on those humans, until I say so! Is that clear!?" The woman shouted in a dominant, demanding voice, as she stared down her father. Luret had taken a few steps back as she spoke, hissing silently with narrowed eyes. The two had a momentary stare down, before Luret gave up, and waked away with a lowly, sneering hiss. It was obvious the man was furious, and nodding for the remaining guard, the two quickly left the room.

As the others had been walking towards the door, Avella had been circling Linden, to keep her eyes fixed on the ones leaving. Then as they where gone, she sighed softly, and smiled back towards Linden. Again, she made an expression of remembering something, trying to get the words past her lips again.
"Uh.. Yes.. You mentioned something.. That I've been.. Pondering. What was it.. Wives? Your men's Wives? Yes. What.. What exactly.. Does that mean? I know what the word means, but.. What's -behind- such a partnership? And why give each partner, such a special, funny name?" She questioned. It was clear, that she was actually quite oblivious to this fact. And it shouldn't really be all that strange that she was. At least if one understood the Vampire ways. Which Linden obviously didn't.

 

[Agnores]

She laughed at his joke, revealing her fang on the right corner of her mouth again. Now that he was sure he wouldn't immediately be killed, Linden's fear had subsided; he was able to appreciate how cute the sight was. When she placed her palm against his chest and began to stroke up towards his neck, however, Linden's breath caught. It showed that no matter how sure he was that he would not be killed in the next few hours at least, he still feared what Avella was. Linden forced his breathing back to normal, keep his face set and his fear hidden as best he can. He watched as he smile gained an almost lustful tinge to it as she stroked down his chin, something that caused confusion in Linden. What could that grin have meant? He wasn't he exactly enjoyed its prospects.

Still, he focused on answering her question, using it as a way to distract himself from her touch and the sight of that grin on her face. As he spoke, her expression turned thoughtful; this was good news to Linden. It meant his men might just live, might just make it out of here. She stayed near him, and did not hit him as the other vampire would have. Linden watched as her gaze became almost pout-y and fell to the ground, and Linden began to wonder if he had just saved his men. Though, if the glare he was receiving from her father behind her was any indication, he had just as likely doomed them. When he finished speaking, Avella looked back up at Linden, a small smile on her face. This...this was a good sign, right?

As she spoke her reply, Linden's face darkened. It took everything he had not to interrupt her, inform her that her people were monsters, and deserved whatever fate would become of them if humans found out about them. She wasn't wrong, he knew. If he men were set free, they would immediately return to their postings and inform their superior officers of what had happened. A squadron of troops would go and investigate, and with all likely hood, the vampires would be found. With that, a war would have started. As super-human as these creatures were, Avella made a very good point: there was an infinite amount more of humans than there ever would be of vampires. Out of sheer numbers, the humans would win that fight. To Linden, this was a good thing. The world would be rid of monsters. As beautiful as this girl was before him, she was still a monster. A monster that deserved death.

What happened next took Linden by surprise. An off-hand comment about vampires risking exposure caused her father to hiss from behind them, drawing Linden's attention to him. Her decree that his men would be free from being drained, and simply used as slaves served to make Linden feel only slightly better, but he idly wondered what authority she had to declare that. Her father apparently had the same thought, growling low and turning to them. When he spoke, Avella hissed loudly, like a very large cat. Linden took a few steps back out of surprise, the remaining guard holding out his arm and roughly pushing Linden forward again. Avella was shouting, and her father actually looked afraid. The vampire took a few steps back, but when her piece had been said, he had simply hissed and stalked from the room, taking the other guard with him. Linden stared wide-eyed at Avella, who had begun to circle him. He turned to her after the others had left, his expression back to normal. This girl had authority, and assuming there was some respect or fear for it among the other vampires, his men would be safe. They might actually be set free at some point. A surge of gratitude shot through him towards this vampire.

Her expression told Linden that she was trying to remember something, and Linden could only be curious as to what. A few moments later, she shot him a question about wives, and what was behind such a partnership. Linden was taken aback by the question, glancing away for a second as he considered how to answer the question. He knew now that this girl had some power. The others seemed to fear her, even her own father. This meant that if he could get in good, he'd be safe. And maybe even have some power. He looked back at Avella, his eyes fixed on her. He forced himself to seem to relax, sighing.

"I don't know why the gave it such a funny word. However, as for what is behind it, its simple. When a man sees a woman who thinks is beautiful," Linden started as he smiled at her with a warm smile. "He immediately knows that she must be his. He spends all of his time trying to prove his worth to her, and if he succeeds, she knows that no other man is for her. Its love, a feeling not many feel. Its a need to be with that person, no matter what." Linden chuckled, glancing away for her for a second. "Not that I have ever experienced this. Its just what I have gathered about it." He shrugged a little.

Linden glanced around the cave, taking in the sights. "So as...what did you call me? 'Your Little Lieutenant'? So, as Your Little Lieutenant, what will my jobs around here be? What is expected of me?" He looked back at her, his smile gone. He figured he might as well try and get the terms of his enslavement down, and try to please her as much as possible in that way. Maybe that would mean he could go free when his men did. The thought gave him hope, so he clung to it.