Fantasy Vampire-Human (FxM) CLOSED

[IvoryPalace]

Original plot
(Muse A) was an orphan living in an orphanage, but was a prime target for bullying (like 8 years old). (Muse B) (like 11 years old) had it all, two parents with lots of money and came across (Muse A) being bullied by kids much older than (Muse A). They quickly became friends and (Muse B) looked after (Muse A). But one day (Muse B) never showed up and (Muse A) grew up the hard orphan life and never got adopted. Now 18 and out of the orphanage (Muse A) struggles to keep up with rent for a crappy apartment. (Muse A) loses their job and goes to the drastic decision of making fast money for the rent they are behind on. Dressing in the skimpy clothes they head to the strip club to seek work. They step in the club but couldn't go through with it. So they head back home but end up getting kidnapped by two suspiciously attractive men who took her as a new "play thing" for their vampire lord master. They knock her out and put a bag over her head. She wakes up to the men dragging her out of the car and taking the bag off her head. (Muse A) now surrounded by mountains and trees is led into a huge castle like mansion. And is brought to no other than (Muse B) The vampire lord. (Finds out later that Muse A Is the Moon Goddess that every vampire has been looking for since the beginning of time, her blood is said to give enormous power to whoever drains all the blood from her body. ) (And Muse B has a bit of a temper)

(Muse A)- Selene (Greek) - A mother Goddess linked to the full moon.
(Muse B)- idk name yet you choose

Selene straightened out her black mini dress and grabbed the handle of the strip club entrance door. She took a deep breath then groaned as she let go of the handle and started to head back to her shack of an apartment. She couldn't do it, take her clothes off and dance in front of horny men? She wasn't really paying attention to her surrounding as she thought of different ways to try and make money. Sell stuff? No, she had nothing worth anything to sell. She held the rock that hung around her neck by a black leather strip that she had always had ever since she could remember. It definitely wasn't going to be worth anything. Then she felt hands grab her and she tried to struggle out but the hands were so strong she didn't even wiggle even a little. She was tossed like a sack off flour into the back of a car. The car had strangely dark tint, almost black. She tried to yell for help but right as she gasped for air before a scream a cloth was shoved in her mouth along with her hands tied inhumanly fast and the door slammed and locked shut. She struggled to get free and screamed through the cloth, and got a quick peek of her captors before a bag was shoved over her head. They where pale and had strikingly chiseled feature, they're eyes had this strange copper like film over them, even the one with blue eyes. Something wasn't right with them. She heard them speak
"This one looks funny, she's much too pale. I'm not sure if the master will want to play with her. " A deep voice said followed by another mans voice.
"She's fine." Was the last thing she heard before she got hit in the head and knocked out. She woke up with the bag still on her head and the men dragging her from the car. She staid limp and listened in on the conversation.
"Maybe you hit her too hard? She's not waking up." The deep voice said
"I barely tapped her."
"Yeah just like you barely tapped that table in half."
"Shut up."
"Maybe we should just check." They bickered back and forth and took the sack off her head. It was morning and the sun was just starting to come up.
"See she's alive."
"Yeah okay now hurry up the suns coming up." He said and they took her inside the castle that was in between mountains and surrounded by forest. The inside was very modern and up to date. Her head hurt really bad and she groaned with the cloth in her mouth. She felt worse than that one night she got so drunk that she couldn't remember it. They walked through the castle and ended up in a dinning hall. With a strangely familiar looking man still at the end of a table filled with food, and a glass of really thick dark looking red wine. Once his head started to look up she put hers down looking to the floor, her almost white blonde curls covered her face.
"We got you a play toy while we where out, thought it would cheer you up." One of the captors said. They each held one of her arms that where still tied helping hold her up, she was still dizzy from being hit. Who in the world hits that hard? What did they have a rock and smash it into my head or something?

 

[IvoryPalace]

Loki god of BS

 

[IvoryPalace]

boomp

 

[Loki god of BS]

Having been told he was special didn’t really bring much comfort, as it was many years until anyone would explain to him why. Of course he couldn’t complain too much, he had nearly every material possession he could want. As a child Nicholas hadn’t much responsibility, and was fine with that then. A young boy couldn’t very well be expected to understand leadership when he was so much concerned with playing.
He still fondly remembered his childhood. What kind of games he liked to play, what his favourite dessert was, and of course who his friends were. Well it was more like friend, the fact that he wasn’t popular or in possession of a large group of friends never bothered him much. It may have damaged his reputation on the playground, but having Selene as a playmate seemed worth it enough. She needed one anyway, and it didn’t seem fair to him. Not how she’d been teased and harassed by the other children to no end.
He fondly remembered the day he’d come home with an eye turned black and blue; because he’d gotten in an all out brawl with a boy who’d been taunting Selene and stealing her things. Nicholas believed he won fair and square, despite his bruises. Although he endeavored to refrain from getting too violent after being scolded.
These memories seemed so far off now. Every now and then when he thought of them he missed it. He missed a simpler time. Though there was not nearly enough time to dwell on the past for a longer period of time.
From a very young age he was told vampires existed, but...not a great deal more than that. So he’d shoved it to the back of his mind.
He’d still been a child when he was told. Told why he was special. Told that he had to leave home and everyone he knew behind. He was special because of his potential. The amount of power he could and would possess was beyond imagination. Who then would be better to rule over the vampires than one of insurmountable power?
But that day, that day marked one of, if not the, biggest changes to his life. Of course he was not quite fourteen, he still had a lot of growing and learning to do.
His mother smothered him with kisses and hugs before he left to his new life. It all seemed excessive at first. There was a long complicated history they insisted he knew by heart, as well as a unique culture.
The day he was changed was his nineteenth birthday. Ideally it could have waited until he reached physical and emotional maturity, but as their previous lord had been killed, it could not wait. Despite knowing what was to come for years he still found himself terrified. Terrified that he’d been lied to, terrified that something would go wrong, and terrified that they’d been wrong about him and he’d simply be a low level blood sucker.
The one to change him was a male named Domitianus, one considered to be fairly wise and old. The promises that he’d barely feel a thing melted when sharp fangs sank into Nicholas’s skin. Yes, it hurt, it burned him inside and just when he thought he would die for sure, he woke.
It was the strangest sensation he could ever imagine. Waking in a place he didn’t recognize, waking and not being sure if he knew who he was. The confusion only lasted for a short time, memories and his sense of self had changed in a way, but he remembered.
They had been right about him. Somehow. He found physical strength beyond even any other vampire, senses that would put even the most keen ears and eyes to shame. Speed that nearly made him invisible. The ability to influence another’s thoughts; a dangerous gift to be sure, but he told himself that at least if it was in his hands everyone was better off. And something that merely amused him, control over fire. He was told such magic was rare, if not impossible for any other.
He reminded himself constantly for his first few months acting as lord, that he would be fair and level headed. Yet he still fell to many weaknesses he had as human. By then even if anyone opposed there was no fighting against him, he was all but completely over powerful.
He now had considerable power and eternal life, why not give in to carnal desires? It wasn’t rare that pretty young women were brought to him, along with an array of material objects. It grew almost boring eventually.
He sat at the head of a long banquet table, getting a last few minutes of reading in, while he waited for the return of a pair of devotees. The night grew old and Nicholas tired, yet he stayed awake for no other reason than to tell off Gabriel and Marcus for being out so long. He was nearly to give up when at least the two, dragging a young woman, walked into the dinning hall.
She smelled different. She certainly wasn’t undead, but she didn’t smell entirely human either. That smell alone caught his attention and urged him to look to her. Yet her eyes cast down as if to avoid him.
“We got you a play toy while we were out.” Marcus declared, obviously pleased with himself. It was apparent he hoped for mercy by bringing Nicholas a pretty new toy.
Nicholas uncrossed his legs and rose. He was not in a large hurry and so walked at a leisurely pace. Selene’s hair covered her face, obscuring it. He bent down enough to put their heads level with each other and brushed the hair from her face.
Familiar, she seemed very familiar, but with age changing her baby face to a young woman it was difficult to put a name to her. Perhaps he’d only seen her in passing before. No, he wouldn’t bother to remember someone on the street, he hadn’t even really been out in a while, so she must be someone he knew once.
As hard as he tried he did not recognize her for a few solid minutes, all the while staring hard at her in the hopes that a memory would strike out of nowhere. When it finally did he uttered an audible gasp.
“...Selene?” He asked completely bewildered.

 

[IvoryPalace]

Selene was so confused, she looked up at him with her pale blue eyes, palest blue you'd ever seen for a set of eyes. Her head throbbed and she blinked a few times as her vision was somewhat blurry, and she had a big bruise forming on the side of her forehead. "How do you know my name?" She said, his eyes had that same copper effect, but even more so then the other two men. She had seen him before, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. He looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't think straight at the moment. All she could focus on was how much her head was killing her. But his scent was some how comforting and made her feel safe even with everything that was happening. The two men held her up, each of them on either side held her arm, which kept her up wright, her hands still bound tightly by the scratchy rope. Her skin was pale in the men's hand, even paler than theirs. All she wanted to do was sleep, and maybe when she woke up she would be back in her crappy one room apartment, and this was all just a dream. But she knew it wasn't, it hurt too much to be a dream.