05-25-2018, 06:13 PM
Over the next day or two, Skye could feel the cold creeping in, but refused to say anything. Mostly because she doubt she’d get her cloak back even if she begged, but partly because she didn't want anyone to know it bothered her; especially the vampire, who she still didn't have a name to call him by. She was also not sure how to ask him his name and therefore remained clueless as well as cold.
She sat in the shadows of the prison, out of the sight of the thugs and Alton, apparently not eager to repeat the first night. She hugged her knees trying not to shiver or let her teeth chatter too loudly as she watched them from afar. She remained hungry but unwilling to belittle herself to sexual entertainment for the dogs of her former debt holder. At least for the moment.
“We must be on our way up north.” The other person in the cage said unprovoked. Skye looked over at the man who outside of taking care of nature's call didn't move from his spot in the corner. He was obscured by his own layer of shadows, but she could just make out his body. “Your breath is showing.” He added and she became aware of it herself.
Skye felt her face heat up as she worried she was found out but attempted to keep calm. “We were already on the cusp of mountainous country.” She said idly.
“Indeed.” He commented. There was a long pause before he spoke again. “I know Istans are one of the toughest people in Volta, but aren't you cold?”
Skye looked up with curiosity when he began to speak, only to feel red again. “No, not really.” She lied.
Her cellmate started at her for a long time, long enough to make Skye feel uncomfortable under his gaze. “You know I can tell when you are lying.”
Skye bit back her lip. “Okay.. Yes.” She admitted and then curled tighter. “I don't want to ask for my cloak back.” Who knows what that pervert did with it while it was in his possession.
-
Barsig watched her, thinking about the same thing she was, that it was probably best that she not request it back. Not just because of the implications but because the price would be to high. However, he couldn't help the pity he felt for her. Every moment so far has only assured him that she had very much desperately needed whatever deal she'd been presented. “How did you get in all of this any ways?”
Skye frowned but submitted to the circumstances. “I got scammed, twice. I got tricked into a game, Then before I knew what was happening, I owed more than I could ever hope to own.. Then they suggested I talk to Alton.” She gestured to the master. “I'm sure you can only guess the rest.”
Barsig guessed it was still bigger than she was aware. “So that’s what he meant.” He said, but was only talking now. He wasn’t immune to the cold, but as a gentlemen and the dominate species here, he felt required to at least offer his cloak. He lifted his hands to remove the clips at his shoulders, stopping when he heard her voice pipe up.
“No.” She said simply, but then shivered as the cold sunk into her armor. “I can’t accept that..”
Barsig frowned, thinking she was being awfully stubborn for someone who might freeze tonight. He slipped his hands back into the warmth of his cloak. “I hope that you will at least wake me up before you die, so that I can know what a stubborn Istan tastes like first.” He said, looking away from her, and looking back at the dying embers that was the other’s fire.
There was a long pause in the conversation, but he could hear that his comment bothered her in some way. If he looked over, he might be able to figure it out, but for now it was a mystery. A moment later she spoke up, except in a very hushed voice. “Are.. Are you in need of it? Of.. Of blood?”
She still didn’t sound scared, despite her speech pattern. Curious.. Maybe even concerned. Perhaps even thinking about offering herself to him. His own needs, clenched its grip around his heart, but he remained in control. For now. “Pretty soon here I will be.” He said honestly, then looked at her face. It was half hidden behind her knees. “I wasn’t lying though, I could kill you. And that chance gets higher and higher with each passing day, and not only because you aren’t eating.” He matched her volume, but turned away from her to keep watch over the humans outside the bar. “Ironically, if he fed you as well as he fed the big lugs, I’d be more inclined to indulge. Of course, he’d have no evidence either way, you wouldn’t have any marks on you by the time he checks you over.”
“Why’s that?”
“Our saliva has a healing factor, so that it seals the wounds about as fast as we make it. Even as I did feed, your body would be healing the wound.” Barsig paused, to appreciate something he didn’t normally think about. In hindsight, it actually made the act much more enjoyable, because it makes the flesh tighten around his fangs, which was delightful in its own right. “The only evidence left behind would be a droplet of blood, which can easily be wiped away.”
“I know you said you were a good guy.. But if you need it, take it.” Skye said, making his head turn. “If you are waiting for him to break down, because human compassion dictates he would, don’t. You said it yourself.. I could strip down to nothing, I’d still get nothing worth my dignity.”
The silence between them was deafening, and could make someone go insane from the wait. Barsig wondered if she was being stubborn, or if she was honestly willing to throw her life away for him. Or perhaps, she was dealing with the cold truth in her own way. It felt like a combination of things. “Are you sure you don’t want my cloak? I can use magic to warm myself.”
Skye just stared in his direction, as if she was having a hard time thinking about it. “You’ve already done a lot for me.. I don’t think I should keep taking when I have nothing to offer..” She struggled inside herself for a minute. “What I meant is, I have nothing to offer that won’t leave your own offer pointless.”
He understood what she meant, and she had a point.. He decided to leave it at that. Waiting for her to fall asleep before he moved over and threw his cloak over her. From the corner of the cage he used his magic to stay warm, knowing full well that it was a bad idea to do so while he should be restraining himself. He knew if he didn’t feed within the next few days that she would die by his hands, but the hardest part was he couldn’t do anything about it.
She will end up being a sacrifice.
-
Skye woke up under a blanket, or more accurately the cloak she’d declined twice last night. At first she was frustrated, but when she tried to rip it off, the bitter cold forced her back into the warmth of it. She wanted to cry.. But when she pushed her face into it all she could do was smell his scent. She only knew it was his because it was his cloak. She breathed it in deeply three times before she felt guilty and partially disgusted with herself for being as bad as the man who took her’s.
Between it and the warmth, she felt safe. The woman knew this thick fabric could do nothing to save her, and with the rising sun reaching through the bars she couldn’t help but think she should give the cloak back. She hugged it tightly, then rolled over on top of it, and dragged herself to her feet. She found the vampire asleep, and so she returned the favor and tossed the blanket over him, half-heartedly tucking him inside. Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched the whole time.
She sat in the shadows of the prison, out of the sight of the thugs and Alton, apparently not eager to repeat the first night. She hugged her knees trying not to shiver or let her teeth chatter too loudly as she watched them from afar. She remained hungry but unwilling to belittle herself to sexual entertainment for the dogs of her former debt holder. At least for the moment.
“We must be on our way up north.” The other person in the cage said unprovoked. Skye looked over at the man who outside of taking care of nature's call didn't move from his spot in the corner. He was obscured by his own layer of shadows, but she could just make out his body. “Your breath is showing.” He added and she became aware of it herself.
Skye felt her face heat up as she worried she was found out but attempted to keep calm. “We were already on the cusp of mountainous country.” She said idly.
“Indeed.” He commented. There was a long pause before he spoke again. “I know Istans are one of the toughest people in Volta, but aren't you cold?”
Skye looked up with curiosity when he began to speak, only to feel red again. “No, not really.” She lied.
Her cellmate started at her for a long time, long enough to make Skye feel uncomfortable under his gaze. “You know I can tell when you are lying.”
Skye bit back her lip. “Okay.. Yes.” She admitted and then curled tighter. “I don't want to ask for my cloak back.” Who knows what that pervert did with it while it was in his possession.
-
Barsig watched her, thinking about the same thing she was, that it was probably best that she not request it back. Not just because of the implications but because the price would be to high. However, he couldn't help the pity he felt for her. Every moment so far has only assured him that she had very much desperately needed whatever deal she'd been presented. “How did you get in all of this any ways?”
Skye frowned but submitted to the circumstances. “I got scammed, twice. I got tricked into a game, Then before I knew what was happening, I owed more than I could ever hope to own.. Then they suggested I talk to Alton.” She gestured to the master. “I'm sure you can only guess the rest.”
Barsig guessed it was still bigger than she was aware. “So that’s what he meant.” He said, but was only talking now. He wasn’t immune to the cold, but as a gentlemen and the dominate species here, he felt required to at least offer his cloak. He lifted his hands to remove the clips at his shoulders, stopping when he heard her voice pipe up.
“No.” She said simply, but then shivered as the cold sunk into her armor. “I can’t accept that..”
Barsig frowned, thinking she was being awfully stubborn for someone who might freeze tonight. He slipped his hands back into the warmth of his cloak. “I hope that you will at least wake me up before you die, so that I can know what a stubborn Istan tastes like first.” He said, looking away from her, and looking back at the dying embers that was the other’s fire.
There was a long pause in the conversation, but he could hear that his comment bothered her in some way. If he looked over, he might be able to figure it out, but for now it was a mystery. A moment later she spoke up, except in a very hushed voice. “Are.. Are you in need of it? Of.. Of blood?”
She still didn’t sound scared, despite her speech pattern. Curious.. Maybe even concerned. Perhaps even thinking about offering herself to him. His own needs, clenched its grip around his heart, but he remained in control. For now. “Pretty soon here I will be.” He said honestly, then looked at her face. It was half hidden behind her knees. “I wasn’t lying though, I could kill you. And that chance gets higher and higher with each passing day, and not only because you aren’t eating.” He matched her volume, but turned away from her to keep watch over the humans outside the bar. “Ironically, if he fed you as well as he fed the big lugs, I’d be more inclined to indulge. Of course, he’d have no evidence either way, you wouldn’t have any marks on you by the time he checks you over.”
“Why’s that?”
“Our saliva has a healing factor, so that it seals the wounds about as fast as we make it. Even as I did feed, your body would be healing the wound.” Barsig paused, to appreciate something he didn’t normally think about. In hindsight, it actually made the act much more enjoyable, because it makes the flesh tighten around his fangs, which was delightful in its own right. “The only evidence left behind would be a droplet of blood, which can easily be wiped away.”
“I know you said you were a good guy.. But if you need it, take it.” Skye said, making his head turn. “If you are waiting for him to break down, because human compassion dictates he would, don’t. You said it yourself.. I could strip down to nothing, I’d still get nothing worth my dignity.”
The silence between them was deafening, and could make someone go insane from the wait. Barsig wondered if she was being stubborn, or if she was honestly willing to throw her life away for him. Or perhaps, she was dealing with the cold truth in her own way. It felt like a combination of things. “Are you sure you don’t want my cloak? I can use magic to warm myself.”
Skye just stared in his direction, as if she was having a hard time thinking about it. “You’ve already done a lot for me.. I don’t think I should keep taking when I have nothing to offer..” She struggled inside herself for a minute. “What I meant is, I have nothing to offer that won’t leave your own offer pointless.”
He understood what she meant, and she had a point.. He decided to leave it at that. Waiting for her to fall asleep before he moved over and threw his cloak over her. From the corner of the cage he used his magic to stay warm, knowing full well that it was a bad idea to do so while he should be restraining himself. He knew if he didn’t feed within the next few days that she would die by his hands, but the hardest part was he couldn’t do anything about it.
She will end up being a sacrifice.
-
Skye woke up under a blanket, or more accurately the cloak she’d declined twice last night. At first she was frustrated, but when she tried to rip it off, the bitter cold forced her back into the warmth of it. She wanted to cry.. But when she pushed her face into it all she could do was smell his scent. She only knew it was his because it was his cloak. She breathed it in deeply three times before she felt guilty and partially disgusted with herself for being as bad as the man who took her’s.
Between it and the warmth, she felt safe. The woman knew this thick fabric could do nothing to save her, and with the rising sun reaching through the bars she couldn’t help but think she should give the cloak back. She hugged it tightly, then rolled over on top of it, and dragged herself to her feet. She found the vampire asleep, and so she returned the favor and tossed the blanket over him, half-heartedly tucking him inside. Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched the whole time.
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