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A Vampire's Fun (Dawn Dearest and I)

Lord Dakol

Supernova
Joined
Jun 28, 2009
Location
California
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An odd silence filled the large room as the raven haired male sat in the decorated chair, swirls and jagged edges adorning the fine woodwork. His entire body was limp as the atmosphere convulsed and swirled around him, his hands twitching as he concentrated on nothing but the air around him. Suddenly his entire body became rigid, inhaling sharply just before a young human male servant entered the room, telling him of a slaver's presence as if he didn't already know. Being the master of the residence, he had a spiritual hold on the entire area, allowing him to know when a new being has arrived. Due to his old friend's many arrivals, he knew his aura at once.

Standing up, Damion stood at 6'3" and weighed just over 160 lbs. He usually did not wear the royal attire, and this was no exception. Donning a black shirt with a dark jacket that covered his pale neck and fell down to his ankles with a small fake silver cross necklace that mocked Vampire Hunters. His lean arms flexed gently as he "flitted" towards their location. At once he entered, his toned chest rising and falling, only to show that his body was fit and athletic.

"Hello Jol. How are you today? Anyone new?" he inquired to his friend, the scarred individual smiling maliciously with his short brown hair cut cleanly at the sides. "Or intel about someone?" he added, glancing behind the man.​
 
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Jessi

At the age of nineteen, Jessi has been growing up primarily on her own, with parents who barely care about her. Being in her first year of college, she works at a convience store. Everyday, she walks home from work, the time is always midnight, she does the late shift to do her schooling. The only reason she works is to make enough money to pay for her schooling.

Her father dislikes her because she's a girl and he had always wanted a boy. Her mother disliked her because of her father. So, with this she barely ever goes home, not having the money to dorm at the college, she stays out as long as she can and in the house as little as possible.
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Standing up quickly the five foot five girl, walked away from the counter, stepping up to the door. She flipped the sign. It was finally time to close the shop and leave. Not that she planned on going home or anything, she'd probably just go for a walk. Walking towards the back room, she pulled off her uniform shirt with the name of the convenience store logo on it. The name of the convenience store is "Quick Stop Shop". Yes, Jessi hated that name. But she was making money this way.

When she hung her uniform shirt in her locker, she now stood there in her white spaghetti strap tank top. On her hips were a pair of white shorts that stopped just below her thighs. Reaching up behind her head, she pulled her hair elastic out letting her blond hair fall down. Walking back through-out the shop she flicked the lights off.

Once all the lights were out, she walked out the door and turned locking it, she slung her messenger bag over her shoulder and began walking down the street, her black and red high top sneakers making soft sounds on the ground as she walked.
 
Jol informed him of a girl just a few miles away. Damion smiled, cracking his fingers swiftly before glancing at his only servant, Andre. "Andre, makes sure Jol gets paid in full, and allow him to pick one of the girls for the night," he turned to his friend, "You may spend the night here, and you can leave her transportation to the back of the house. I'll take my leave." he said swiftly before exiting the mansion. The night sky washed over Damion's toned body as his eyes turned a mournful gray from the usual golden yellow.

With a soft hiss, he flitted towards the girl's college, unaware that Jol had forgotten one small detail about her...

A chorus of sounds seemed to flow around Damion's figure, music syncing together to make the Vampire seem godly. His black jacket flapped in the wind that he was creating, making him only a blurry black figure as he halted to a stop just a minutes from said location.​
 
Reaching into her bag, Jessi pulled out a black iPod. Lifting the headphones up, she placed them onto her ears, turning the iPod on. The first song to begin playing was Inkubus Sukkubus-Delilah. Closing her eyes momentarily, she smiled softly as she listened to the song playing, humming softly to it, opened her eyes and kept walking.

Taking the final corner she looked around and she was nearing her college. Smiling softly, she yawned suddenly and glanced at her watch. Midnight. The school would be locked now, shaking her head she kept walking and lowered her head.

Two years ago, Jessi found out she had a special gift: Telepathy. That same day, she had overheard....well...not exactly. She had listened in to their thoughts. That's how she found out her father hated her. That's also how she found out why her mother disliked her.

A soft shudder went through Jessi's body at the memory of that day.
 
At that exact moment bodily motion, Damion gasped, his own body flitting in one place. He had found her. The Vampire decided to show himself before taking her, and walked briskly down the sidewalk, opposite the way she was heading.
 
Jessi looked up, seeing him, she ignored it, thinking nothing special of it. She kept walking bopping her head along to the music as she walked, her head lowered again. All she wanted to do at that moment was just walk. Ignore the world around her.
 
With a soft, gentle sigh, Damion began twist the space around, sending his aura just a bit further. It was an attempt to glamor her, though he did not know whether it would work on her or not.
 
Jessi's head lifted suddenly, she looked towards him. She froze in place and stared at him. Tilting her head she eyed him, before she began walking again, though this time, her head remained up. Her eyes focused on him. The music continued to play in her ears but she barely payed any attention to it.
 
Damion smirked slyly as he stepped towards her. "Hello, Jessi... How are you?" he asked her softly, placing his hands on her shoulders before leaning into her ear, his teeth grazing her earlobe.
 
Jessi watched him she stopped walking when his hands touched her shoulders, warning signals went off in her mind, but as usual she ignored them. She shivered softly when he spoke. "How do y...you know my name?" she asked softly her head turning to the side when his teeth grazed her earlobe. She shook softly again she focused her mind on his as best as she could, trying to read his thoughts.
 
All that came to her was...nothing. She couldn't read his thoughts at all. "Damion. That's what you're going to call me for now, understand?" he whispered. Damion exhaled shakily, keeping control of his fangs for now.
 
Jessi whimpered, why couldn't she read his thoughts? Shaking softly she nodded. "Alright....Damion." his name sounded odd on her tongue. This whole thing felt odd. Her mind jerked trying to find something in his head, trying to find at least one thought as to why he was touching her...why he was here.
 
The Vampire knew in that moment that he didn't have complete control over her. His mind quickly began looking through his theories and only one came up: telepathy. With a small smirk, Damion nodded, "Would you come with me, please?" he asked softly.
 
Her mind caught something. A single thought. He knew her gift. Her eyes widened, she stared at him. Her head nodded slowly, her mind said no. Yet for some reason she said yes. Something was wrong. "Of course" she said slowly. Her mind arguing with her quickly. Her eyes searched his face.
 
"Good. Come." he said, taking her hand. For now, he would glamor her until he was able to get that collar around her neck... Without another word, he breathed in as the air around them distorted. With a loud crack, they vanished in a flurry of wind. For another moment, the girl seemed to be floating in nothing, taking the air out of her lungs before landing just outside of his mansion, leaving her on her knees.

"Are you all right?" he asked with a smirk.
 
Jessi watched him closely, suddenly she couldn't breath she closed her eyes then opened them. What was going on? She wondered next thing she knew she was kneeling on the ground, her hands went up to her throat as she inhaled a large gulp of air. She shook softly as she knelt there.

Hearing his question she looked at him. "What..was that?" she asked as she knelt there catching her breath.
 
"Don't worry about that small detail. I'll explain later." Damion replied, putting his hands behind his back. He then began to walk to the door and opened the door. "Come in, Jessi." he said.
 
Jessi watched him, her mind still yelled her not to do anything. Not to follow him. But her body had another idea. She stood slowly and walked to him her eyes searched his her hands clasped in front of her. She bit her bottom lip and stared, at him. Her mind focused again on his trying to find anything. At the same time, her mind searched the home for any other thoughts.
 
Suddenly, dozens of thoughts entered her mind; some happiness, one boastful, and the rest fear. "Something wrong?" he asked, ushering her inside his mansion. "JOL! I'm here; with a friend..." said Damion.
 
Jessi swallowed sensing all the thoughts then shook softly when he spoke. "No...everything's okay." Liar....you're terrified and confused. Her mind argued back. Hearing him say someone's name, she looked at him quickly then shivered. Something wasn't right. She stared ahead, unable to move from her spot, she was most definitely scared.
 
Jol walked into the hall, grinning at Damion as he held a bottle of hard liquor. "Damion! I see you found her! Oh, yeah... forgot to tell you, she's--"

The Vampire lifted a hand, "I already know. You were right; she is a special one." he said softly, moving two fingers towards one of the closed doors. At once, his only servant came out. A young boy of at least sixteen, he looked at his master with reverence. "What do you need, my Lord?" he asked with a genuine smile.

"Bring me a collar. We have a new member of the family in our home. Preferably dark red or black." he replied, then looked at Jessi, "What color do you like the most? Your favorite color?" he asked her as his servant exited the room and down the hall.
 
Jessi blinked confused instantaneously, they had this planned? She swallowed worried now, she eyed the one named Jol trying to figure out everything that was happening. Her eyes flew back towards the vampire her eyes caught sight of the young boy. She swallowed, he looked very young. My lord? What was going on here?

She turned her attention back to the vampire. Wondering why her favorite color was important, she licked her lips slowly her mind telling her not to answer. For once she managed to agree with her mind. It wasn't important. She then remembered something he said, 'new member of the family' Something definitely was wrong here. Instinctively she took a step back towards the door.
 
"Dark red it is then. My favorite, actually. The color of human blood." Damion said to Jessi, though he was ordering his servant at the same time. Noticing that she took a step back, he realized that he would lose the hold he had on her soon. Quickly, he gripped her left wrist and used his strength to pull her back. "Where are you going, Jessi? You've only just arrived." he said calmly, glancing at Jol to get his weapon quickly, and ordering his servant to hurry back in minor telepathy.
 
Jessi shuddered, 'Human Blood....He's not a human then...' Her eyes flew to her wrist and stumbled forward when he pulled, she would have fallen over if she hadn't bumped into Damion. Her eyes flew up to his face and she spoke slowly "I need to get home. My home." she caught the order he sent to his servant. She then jerked her wrist backing up a step. Her mind screaming at her to get out of there.
 
"Oh, what are you talking about? This is your new home..." he whispered, gripping her wrist a bit tighter. His servant then arrived with a collar that looked a bit too small, even for the girl's neck. Handing it to his Lord, Damion then concentrated on the glamor to keep her still.
 
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