Blood Slave
 

This is a one on one between myself and AngelicImpurity, please be respectful.
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My character - Fletcher Ashcroft - http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/b...nicole_g/5.jpg
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Fletcher was prowling again. The sun had just set, and the vampre was hungry. He got tired of this sometimes, the endless search for food to satisfy his blood lust. He would take two about every week or so. It was a real waste, actually. He only needed a little more than one body of blood to be pleasantly full. Which meant there was all this left over blood of a victim that he had to let drain away.

So far, Fletcher had already gotten one, a sweet little damsel in a yellow dress, who had trusted him too lightly. He didn't like that he was searching out another waste of blood, but his stomach demanded that he must. He brushed a long lock of raven black hair from his pale face, hands fiddling with the collar of his white dress shirt. Now, for his next prey...

Alex sighed softly, walking home from a hard day. The boy was gorgeous, and quite girly. He longed for... Something adventurous to happen. And for a lover...

The vampires eyes landed on a lone figure, and he felt his lips curl into a dark smile. All alone, weak, totally unsuspecting. Fletcher's tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he began his silent advance towards the other. He could see the male was cute, and he only smirked more. He'd been alive a long time, so he was very open minded when it came to sex. He stopped though, as he realized that this adorable little bunny would be laying in the streets, killed with blood running down his body into the soil. He couldn't waste such beauty on one meal, especially not a good meal.

It was then the vampire realized the answer to his dilemma, and the realization only spurred him on quicker, stalking the young man. He got right in position, kept under cover by some trees, before springing, quickly cutting any the other could make sound, and disabling him.

The boy gasped, and tried to writhe away. What was happening? Oh God... He didn'T want to die!

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Fletcher smirked, stimulating a pressure point so that the other would lose conciousness. Then he was brought back home. Fletcher had a castle as home, with servants he conjured from the shadows to do anything he needed. He looked at his little 'catch' and debated what to do with him. He was hungry, but he was also curiious to see what it was like to feed from someone aware of it. That, and the other had such a tempting body, he just had to see. He ordered a bed brought down to the dungeons and laid Alex there, quickly stripping away his clothes and shackling him in place.

The girly boy was completely at his mercy. His body was hairless, blemishless. He was as close to perfection as one could get.

Fletcher licked his lips, hands running over the little body. He couldn't help but weigh the other's 'delicates' in his hand, amused by them. It was all perfect, and Fletcher was glad the idea hadn't occured to him sooner. Anything less than this would've been unacceptable. Now, for the other to wake.

Soon enough, the boy opened his eyes. It took a moment, before fear entered them, and he darted up, looking around for where he was.

Fletcher chuckled. The other was chained, one manacle to each wrist, and a collar around his throat. "Hello there sleepy beauty." he said seductively, but teasingly.

"W-who the hell are you?" he asked, shivering.