Post by immortallove on Nov 26, 2009 23:24:44 GMT -5
The historian’s grip on Anastasia loosened and she fell to the floor. She sat there just looking up at him with a light pain in her legs from the way they were positioned. She couldn’t tell what he was feeling as he took a breath and straightened his body so she just did nothing. Her owner then brought his gaze on her and she tilted her head a bit as she studied it. Without a word to her he turned away and walked toward his bag.
The historian told her to clean up her mess and then he would look at her back and jaw in a perfectly neutral voice. As he began to rustle through his bag Anastasia stood up. As she stood she cringed slightly from a slight pain in her legs and her back. She caught site of a rag laying in the same area where she had gotten the bucket and moved quickly over to it. She retrieved the rag and returned to spot kneeling down slowly to clean it. It only took Anastasia a few minutes to rid the floor of the small blood piles because the blood was her own and although it had the look of food it was not at all appealing.
Anastasia rose up with the dirty rag in one hand, unsure of where to dispose of it. As she rose her owner walked over to her and handed her a dirty crimson cloth to match the rag. He told her to bite down on the rag and let him see her face. Anastasia brought the cloth to her face and could smell its contrast to the other rag. She hastily placed it in her mouth.
The vampress bit down lightly this time obeying orders as well as instinct. To her dismay despite the fact that the cloth had been bit it yielded little blood to her. It was nothing like the direct source. She bit harder, hoping to coax more than a few drops of blood from the cloth but all she received was a hole. As she bit down harder she noticed the slight pain in her jaw but it was slightly nullified by the slight lovely taste the cloth gave off. She was enjoying the taste of the blood as much as she could with so little of it when he asked her a question. What did she want most in this world? The answer came quickly to her, she wanted to live happily with Devon and somehow make things right with Master. She didn’t know if that was possible in current conditions…. Either way her owner would here neither of those answers; for one was forbidden and the other would displease him just as much as the forbidden one. “My greatest desire in life; I no longer know it. This new life has changed everything.”
The historian told her to clean up her mess and then he would look at her back and jaw in a perfectly neutral voice. As he began to rustle through his bag Anastasia stood up. As she stood she cringed slightly from a slight pain in her legs and her back. She caught site of a rag laying in the same area where she had gotten the bucket and moved quickly over to it. She retrieved the rag and returned to spot kneeling down slowly to clean it. It only took Anastasia a few minutes to rid the floor of the small blood piles because the blood was her own and although it had the look of food it was not at all appealing.
Anastasia rose up with the dirty rag in one hand, unsure of where to dispose of it. As she rose her owner walked over to her and handed her a dirty crimson cloth to match the rag. He told her to bite down on the rag and let him see her face. Anastasia brought the cloth to her face and could smell its contrast to the other rag. She hastily placed it in her mouth.
The vampress bit down lightly this time obeying orders as well as instinct. To her dismay despite the fact that the cloth had been bit it yielded little blood to her. It was nothing like the direct source. She bit harder, hoping to coax more than a few drops of blood from the cloth but all she received was a hole. As she bit down harder she noticed the slight pain in her jaw but it was slightly nullified by the slight lovely taste the cloth gave off. She was enjoying the taste of the blood as much as she could with so little of it when he asked her a question. What did she want most in this world? The answer came quickly to her, she wanted to live happily with Devon and somehow make things right with Master. She didn’t know if that was possible in current conditions…. Either way her owner would here neither of those answers; for one was forbidden and the other would displease him just as much as the forbidden one. “My greatest desire in life; I no longer know it. This new life has changed everything.”