ROLEPLAY HQ - vampiric-desires

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Optimum. Used to be a company that worked with mobile phones. Who would have thought that it would one day be a phrase used for the best of the best. Well... not the best of the best. Just the best of the worst really. After all, if you're all seen as a source of food, can any of you be all that good? All it meant was that you were "grass fed" or "organic" whereas those from the other classes might have been sprayed with pesticides. Or at least that was how she saw it. A higher quality of blood. In reality, all it meant was that she tasted better. Perhaps it was due to her blood type or perhaps it was due to the strict fitness regiment and diet she was kept to, but apparently the vampires thought she was delicious. And in her mine, that made her a hot commodity. What were they really going to do to her if she told them the simple word they hated hearing most: No. Would they kill her? Doubtful. She had never seen them kill one who was in class Optimum. While unfortunate, those in class Vilis died near daily. Sometimes from illness but far more often from overwork or starvation. They were given the worst of their worst, their blood said to taste like that of dumpsters. Their blood was considered to be worse than that of an animal and they were treated as such, considered merely manual labor to the vampires who scorned on their kind. That wasn't the case if you were in class Optimum though, in many cases if you were in class Optimum, you were treated at least with a semblance of kindness, that is, if you obeyed. Pets. It was said if you truly were well liked by a high ranking vampire that they would take you as their own personal blood bag. A vile term that made Rue want to vomit even though she knew it was true. She refused to think of herself as nothing more than a blood bag, a portable meal ready and eager to serve her masters. She would never. A frown curled along her lips as she sat in anguish. She had gotten in trouble. It wasn't the first time after all. She had been here many times and they had made it clear that she shouldn't be back. The praecepta was like the Principal's office. The praecepta wasn't necessarily a high ranking vampire yet they had connections stronger than any accomplished entrepreneur could wish for. They were basically the police in a sense, of course, their punishments tended to be harsher than any cop would give you and they rarely gave you the right to remain silent. Instead you wouldn't be given a fair trial and you'd suddenly end up in the bad end of the bin. Of course, Rue had exacerbated the situation in many ways. Specifically because she entirely refused to make this an easy game for them. After all, she wasn't an easy woman. She wouldn't have it that way. A sigh escaped her lips as she heard the sound of dress shoes on marble beginning to click clack out of the room. Her previous summoner. His name was Lysander Vicurioun. With a name like that, I'm sure you can figure out just how pretentious this vampire was. The door opened smoothly and a tall blonde man with red eyes and pale skin exited, his gaze tying down to Rue. "Good luck, mon cher petit" He whispered, running his finger tip along the edge of her jawline in a seductive manner, his lips curled into a near venomous smirk. Promptly, he winked and stood up, walking out of the office with a smile. "Well he seemed pleased..." She muttered, knowing well that he was happy because he got the outcome that he wanted. Yet that didn't tell her what the outcome of the situation was. A bell rang and Rue could feel her body go rigid, a voice ushering her inside of the room with hast. She didn't have time to waste, for if she ignored any longer she was sure that her punishment would be far worse than whatever Lysander had requested of her. After all, while Lysander was rather happy about his high status, he wasn't necessarily the most well known vampire to be violent or cruel without reason.

14:39

A deep breath pushed through her lips as she stepped in, her gaze falling on the praecepta in the room. He was a middle aged vampire with a fit body and gray hair that would make him appear like the silver foxes that mothers used to go on about. It was strange to think that back then vampires easily found their way to hide in society. She paused and looked at him, "Good to see you again, Sir." She smiled, her dark hair slipping in her eyes as he scowled. "I disagree with the sentiment. How is it that you've managed to visit our office three times within the last month? All with complaints of your blatant disregard for authority." His voice was filled with frustration, the kind of frustration that you get in your voice when your dog refuses to sit or a toddler keeps smearing poop on the walls. She smiled and tilted her head, "Is that their complaint?" She almost chuckled, her lips curling upwards, "I suppose they may say that because I don't believe in such authority." Craaaackkkkkkkkkkkk. Her gaze shifted as the door opened with enough sheer willpower to break it off of the hinges, her eyes widening as another vampire entered, their presence clear and demanding. "Excuse me, Sir...Who is that--?" She questioned, swallowing as she started to back away from the now approaching vampire. "That... is your new Master."

14:40

@If Dragon Fruit was a Person when we are ready, here we are)

Alexandria was not used to being so soaked in excitement. She kept this emotion at bay of course, she didn't want to make the wrong impression. For her true desires to be met, everything must be perfect and controlled. Her face, her voice, her timing, everything. Alexandria had heard many stories of Rue’s insolence and she was not going to underestimate this optimum, no matter how weak her species were. The first thing Alexandria noticed about Rue was her ginger hair. It was unkempt but still looked softer than sheep's wool. Her face had a built in stubbornness reflecting the strong will still within that soul of hers. It was immediately no longer a mystery to Alexandria as to why someone even as impatient as Lysander would keep a hold of her for so long. Rue’s face was perfectly balanced in its harsh disobedient structure but sweet softness. Her blood must taste so beautiful. She could have just stood there and silently watched as Rue’s composure continued to slip down her face in the form of sweat for possible hours. She nodded at the middle-aged gentleman handing this beautiful specimen off for her cousin Lysander (obviously, this creature must have broken to this pride as it was so unlike Lysander to stay and condescend to a beloved family member) and calmly extended her hand to her new pet: “Hello Rue, I’ve heard a lot about you. Are you ready for one more chance?” Now she was allowed to smile.

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Fear. It wasn't exactly a thing that Rue personally believed in. Fear was what ran the world, she was well aware of the fact. If it weren't for fear, Rue believed that the world never would have turned out like this. It was fear that the vampires held over their heads, fear that they used to control all of the human race. Yet even the Praecepta did not scare Rue. "Master?" She questioned, her eyebrow raising as the man explained that the woman walking in would be her new master. Rue had never had a female master before. She had experienced many masters, after all, no one had ever been able to tame her. Perhaps she had a bit of a chaotic streak, refusing to bow her head to any who dared to take her. Of course, any vampire could tackle her and get her blood of they tried, but for some reason that sort of force wasn't preferable to them. They wanted obedience. Obedience that Rue refused to ever give anyone, let alone a vampire. As the woman offered her hand, Rue sneered, her gaze flicking up and down the woman as if to question whether the woman would be able to handle her. "Oh of course, Miss. I have always wished for another chance. I truly have repented on my sins, I'll be a truly good girl this time, I promise." She mocked, her lips taught into a smirk. There was a clear lack of sincerity in her words, her gaze held coldly towards the woman's hand as she made it clear that she wasn't going to use any of such manners. @If Dragon Fruit was a Person

The mystery of how Lysander stood this insolent being returned. She had not underestimated the Optimum herself, the smirk, the glare, the sarcasm all as an act of suicidal disobedience had been expected. She had not underestimated Rue but she possibly overestimated herself, and her own patience. The blatant disrespect stabbed through her core like ten iron stakes. Not enough to kill her or the important plans she held but enough to wake her up to the reality of the challenge. All the optimums of the past were insignificant to Alexandria so she chose to ignore their existence entirely until she needed some excitement or just a good meal. Playing with food was much more to her sister Victoria’s taste. Now, in a desperate act for respect, she expected not only to interact with this lesser creature, one who was especially delusional and bratty, but to tame it? She may have shed a tear if Lysander had been just sturdy enough to witness such an embarrassing scene. Been as emotional and weak as her family thought of her. These emotions bubbled in the front of Alexandria’s brain, but she only showed a millisecond of unrestrained anger and surprise. This disrespectful piece of meat would pay for this later. Surely, she could edit her plans to be just a bit harsher

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Rather than make a scene, Alexandria tactfully turned to the Praecepta, “That act will not be seen for much longer” making sure to completely disregard the past statement made by her new project. Turning back to that project, Alexandria smiled condescendingly, a precious skill she had mastered by following her father’s example: “Ahh, since you're so excited to show me how special you are I’ll let you go first princess. My ride is just outside the door”. Alexandria, calmly placed herself behind that princess and as gently as she could manage, pushed her forward maintaining a sense of control. She did allow her hand to squeeze just a little as she warned the brat “Don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you" Rather than make a scene, Alexandria tactfully turned to the Praecepta, “That act will not be seen for much longer” making sure to completely disregard the past statement made by her new project. Turning back to that project, Alexandria smiled condescendingly, a precious skill she had mastered by following her father’s example: “Ahh, since you're so excited to show me how special you are I’ll let you go first princess. My ride is just outside the door”. Alexandria, calmly placed herself behind that princess and as gently as she could manage, pushed her forward maintaining a sense of control. She did allow her hand to squeeze just a little as she warned the brat “Don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you

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Rue well understood how to strike fear in a vampire. While she had no tactic to truly intimidate one who was much stronger than she, Rue knew that disobedience would cause a vampire to falter within seconds. Respect. That was what vampires longed for. Unbridled respect that was not necessarily earned but entirely owed to them by the human race. It nearly put a horrid taste in their mouth to hear one of their precious blood bags speak back to them with such hatred laced words, her gaze dripping with a confidence that she clearly hadn't earned. And yet, in her mind, she had. She paused where she sat, her eyebrow curling as she wondered how this one would attempt to break her. Would she be as weak as Lysander? He had tried taming her for quite a while before he entirely gave up, finding that she was an insufferable brat that couldn't be tamed. He had brought her to the praecepta in such a rush that she knew she had entirely broken him. He would never wish to tame one again, instead she knew well that he would only ever attempt to take a broken or love drunk human as his blood bag. Of course there were plenty of those in class Optimum, after all, there were always those who had cracked far too early and those who wished to never be cracked and served obediently without question. Rue would never be one of them, and this she knew. This act will not be seen for much longer. A smirk curled along her lips, as if she had won. She had a sort of pride to it, seeing that level annoyance bubbling up in her master's eyes. Master. She would never call the woman such, no, she knew that if she did it meant that she were giving in, that she was admitting that she understood her place. Yet the woman pushed herself forward, urging Rue to stand as she motioned for her to exit. She paused, glancing back as she stood and was pushed forwards by the woman. She swallowed and stepped forwards confidently, "Of course, Miss." She teased once more, walking forward without a shadow of a do

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ubt that she had more control than the woman would want to admit. @If Dragon Fruit was a Person

This looked bad, Alexandria was aware of that. The Praecepta raised an eyebrow of judgemental doubt of not only her abilities but her sanity as well. Allowing the Optimum to lead the way out after behaving so spoilt and entitled was not the best look and even the Optimum itself knew that. However, this was the point. Of course the Optimum would be used to immediate pushback for their actions followed by even more swift punishment and cruelty which means Alexandria had to be much more deceptive, subtle, and soft. This would build up its already ridiculous confidence and disorient it when Alexandria would reintroduce it to its place in reality. The brat accepted the offer to lead with minimal confusion and apprehension and then of course more obnoxious smirking and crushing confidence. This told Alexandria that the optimum truly wasn’t that bright, as one smarter would cue into this break of traditional practice, and see it for the deception it was. Rather the Optimum proceeded with a simpleton’s smugness and a sarcastic reply of "Of course, Miss." telling Alexandria that however truly humiliating this situation was, her plan was working. This unusual pet would misinterpret Alexandria’s current kindness as weakness. They would think that she was less willing to punish it for its insolence and underestimate the cruelty clearly building inside of her. While Alexandria was not one for flashy objects, she did rent out a limousine for this special occasion mainly to intimidate the optimum, though clearly that would not work. No matter, it was a miniscule detail and there would be plenty of space for them to discuss more private matters. Once again giving Rue an exorbitant amount of power, Alexandria opened the door for their dirty human body to climb in first. Alexandria had sharpened her nails so that her polite gesturing would come off a little bit more threatening. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.

Naive. It wasn't a word that Rue personally would use to describe herself. Mostly de to the fact that Rue had been tricked by vampires in nearly every way she knew possible. They were slippery creatures, prone to using tactics more messy than others and she was well aware of it. She knew this well from watching Lysander's tactics, his force strong and upfront as he had immediately wrapped a collar around her neck as if she were nothing more than a pet for him to drag around. Only thing he hadn't known was that pets had to be leash trained and she certainly knew how to pull. Of course, this tactic was different as well. Rue wasn't sure where it was going entirely, her eyebrow raising as she stood and began to walk forwards, wondering if the mistress was nicer than expected. She hadn't yet met a kind vampire, and yet part of her questioned if perhaps she had finally found one. After all, it was rare for a vampire to give her entire access to walking without any sort of control, not even a hand on her shoulder. She paused as she stepped outside, her gaze landing on the limousine. Wealth did not intimidate her. Wealth was a good sign in her eyes, after all, it meant that she would at least be living rather lavishly even if it a bit uncomfortable. A mansion would serve as a great stage for her rebellion. She smiled slightly and watched as Alexandria opened the door for her, an act of strange politeness that Rue was entirely unused to. She paused and looked at the woman, her gaze taking her in for a moment before smirking at the way she sharpened her nails in attempt to intimidate her. "Cute, miss." She teased before sliding into the seat of the car, a smirk lined on her lips without hesitation. Perhaps she was naive. @If Dragon Fruit was a Person

AV=“Cute That was a word Alexandria heard way too often. She was used to it being from her family so it still brought a dissatisfied glare from her face when some entitled Optimum felt it appropriate for her. Maybe she was being too nice, making her too comfortable. Maybe a quick lesson with the use of teeth would be appropriate this early on afterall. No, they at least had to make it to the interior of the limousine, before Alexandria allowed her rage to be seen so closely. Alexandria followed the bag into the expensive limousine. It was black with tinted windows, drink holders and leather seats. The shape was long enough for a sense of grandeur but thin enough to hopefully impose a claustrophobic air onto the Optimum. Through Alexandria had learned at this point that Rue was a bit too simple to pick up on her intimidation tactics. Inside of the cab, Alexandria took off her long felt trench coat to display a revealing corset top tucked into some loose pants. The outfit itself was quite casual but Alexandria made sure to accessorise with black gem and silver jewellery to continually project a clear class and subtle opulence in her appearance. She even decided to do her makeup a little more heavy for this event, with black eyeliner and eyeshadow giving her eyes an even sharper edge. “So, I am sure you have questions, here is your opportunity to ask them.” The inquisitive and curious tone of Alexandria's voice contrasted with the clearly disinterested features on her face. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚. ”

Cute. It was a word that Rue had chosen carefully, of course, to entirely dismiss the vampire who was to be her master. Or perhaps Mistress was the proper title. She didn't care, after all, she had chosen to call her Miss as a direct insult and denial of her being her master. It was the easiest insult in the books and Rue was entirely aware of it. It was entirely immature and she didn't care, especially as belittling the woman earned her the discontent she wanted. That was Rue's goal, after all. To piss the woman off. To aggravate her and to make her feel frustrated in a way that she had never yet known before. It was petty and childish but she didn't care, after all, it was satisfying to watch the frustration curl along the woman's expression, twisting what had worn into a sharp glare that let Rue know just how effective her words had been. As she sat down, Rue's gaze shifted towards the woman, raising an eyebrow as she looked at the apparently wealthy vampire. Even vampires had classes, nobles and wealthy flaunting their wealth to the best of their ability, wearing it like a status symbol. Yet not all vampires were high of wealth, the lower class vampires tending to not even have access to the blood of class Optimum. Based upon the limousine, Rue assumed this woman was considered at least rich or nobility, thus why she flaunted her power in such a bold way as if it would intimidate her. "Questions?" She paused, raising an eyebrow and shrugging. "No questions at all. What is there to ask..? It's not as if my opinion matters or is valued, correct?" She looked at her, green eyes daring her to claim otherwise. "I'm simply here so that you can feel powerful. Yes? So that you can take a drink when it's convenient to you. Nothing more. Nothing less." She raised an eyebrow, entirely unsure what sort of questions she assumed she would ask. @If Dragon Fruit was a Person

Being reclusive had its benefits, while many other vampires would cringe at this truth, being so distant Alexandria was able to observe than become comfortable with this reality. It’s the reason she would often avoid optimums before this opportunity presented itself. “I’ve seen equals fall to their pets, getting lost in the lust and thrill to it all, barely being human when their precious Optimum is around. . .” Alexandria allowed a thumb to pinch a bit of blood loose from Rue’s throat, filling the limo with an arousing scent. “That isn’t to say their kind, no, but the thing is, they lose their minds, so technically they aren’t cruel, just blindingly hungry and animalistically impatient.”. At this point Alexandria’s teeth were aching so she licked the bit of blood dripping from the cute creature she was educating and quickly sank back into her original position. “Of course, I didn’t retrieve you for something as powerful as that bit of relief. My reasons for our union are probably impossible for a neglected stray like you to comprehend”. Now this meeting was getting exciting. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.