ROLEPLAY HQ - crimson-hearts

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.

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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 necessari

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ly the most well known vampire to be violent or cruel without reason.

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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."

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