"I always loved music. I loved to dance to it. To sing karaoke. Just everything about it. Considering your age, you would probably find most of what I like trite."
Hector smiled as he looked at Chloe. "Those are all good pursuits. Take your time to enjoy them. Every single moment... After a time, you will realise, that some things... Just don't have the same appeal. Or you will find the music you liked earlier, lacking. Maybe, you should try writing something?" He suggested. He turned the car, driving it down into underground garage. "Oh, and how old do you think I am?" He asked as he stopped the car and turned of the engine.
“Hector is not a common name. In fact, I don’t know if I know anyone named that. And sometimes, you don’t get what I’m saying exactly. But you do seem to understand the social structure. Like you're not stuck in a peasant lord mindset. Perhaps you were born in the late 1800s, around 1870?”
Hector chuckled as he got out of the car. "Hector is a famous name! Hector, the breaker of horses the most famous of them! Then, more recent, Hector Barbossa! The pirate! And, I think there was a football player - or soccer player as the Americans seem not to be able to comprehend the difference." He shook his head. "1800s... the Napoleonic Era... or 1870s raise of Prussia... And you don't think I am younger?" He asked as she stopped in front of the elevator.
“I’ve only lived in this century, so anyone from before 2000 seems ancient. You could be from the 1500s for all I know, old man,” Chloe says, being a bit of a brat that her sugar daddies all loved.
Hector snorted. "Brat. Riddle me this then, where do you think I acquired my maid?" He asked curiously, leaning over the frame of elevator's door. The door pinked and opened up. He entered and pressed the button with number 14.
“You said she was your enemy. And that you defeated her, but instead of killing her, you fee her your blood and bound her to you,” I begin to reason as the lift rumbles to life. “The outfit is like something from one of those old sitcoms from the 80s, so maybe you took her then? Perhaps a present to yourself on your anniversary for your 2nd or 3rd centuries of being made immortal.” Chloe gives Hector a devious smirk as she continues to needle her sire.
Hector snorted. "Not exactly. I and Carla clashed in France in 1942. She was one of the commanders of a detachment of 3rd SS Paranormal Abteilung division that was tasked with occupying and investigating a castle of Toreador Regent I was a guest to at that time." Hector started, his eyes dimming as he remembered the events. "Surprisingly for us, the Paranormal unit was much different to their regular units. First, there were a number of women among them... all of them fanatics. Second, they were skilled and trained to fight against the paranormal. It took some creative rouses and unconventional alliances for us to eventually defeat the detachment. Carla was among the prisoners we took - I was tasked with breaking her. It... took some time and blood and I admit, making her scream was most pleasurable. For the duration of war, she became quite a useful tool - that was the only reason I did not drain her of her blood." He turned look at Chloe. The elevator stopped.
“And here, I was hoping for something like Buffy Summers. I had no idea there were paranormal forces at work in WW II, I thought that was just a plot for an Indiana Jones movie.” Chloe steps off the elevator. “But that war is long over. Why keep her as your maid?”
Hector sighted. "The kindred stayed away from the world war. We, well, the majority of us stayed away from the entire debacle. It was quite a surprise when we first came upon the Paranormal division. We suspected we were fighting some new type of Inquistorium. Only later did we discover they were occultists. Believe me, whatever surprise you feel, it was nothing to our shock at the time." He hummed as he exited the elevator but at her words he stopped. "Why keep her... huh?" He stroked his chin. "Well, I guess I did enjoy abusing her and breaking her... but now that you mention it... it became rather stale... boring even."
“If you get rid of her who will do the house work? Certainly not me!” Chloe laughs as she removes her jacket revealing her ruined dress. “Whixh way was my room again? I need to change.”
Hector quirked a smile. "I think I can find someone more interesting to keep as maid. That might be even a challenging fun~" He said with a glint in his eye, for a moment he was lost in thought. "Ahh~" He turned to look at her "The room in the end of corridor on the right. Leave the clothes to Clara - she will take care of them." He checked the clock. "Looks like the night is coming to end. Make sure your curtains are down. Goodnight, mine Childe." He leaned forward and planted a kiss on Chloe's lips.
Chloe melts into her sire’s lips. Remembering how it felt earlier when they made love. “Hector, I…,” Chloe feels a flush build, but she cannot say whether it shows or not. “Goodnight.” The young vampire turns to head to her room. She leaves the ruined dress discarded outside her door and goes in. She sees her curtains are securely fastened and lays down, feeling an inescapable need to sleep. She closes her eyes and lies still as the dead as the morning sun begins to rise.
The sleep, comes almost instantly... ... "Yhmmm~" A moan resounded around the alley. The moment passes. The stars... are beautiful tonight, even if the city made it hard to see them. I took a drag of a cigarette and puffed the smoke into air. The smoke disaperead. "Yh!" I looked down... after a moment of thought I pulled, making the fucking slut groan as her mouth pressed deeper into my pussy, desperately trying to push me away. The laughter of the boys mixed with the desperate pleadings of the whores that dared to challenge them for turf and lost. Their man laid defeated, beaten. Francis, the beast was rapping the most arrogant and mouth slut's ass, while choking her with his belt. The small Seba was eagerly fucking the most tame of sluts, while biting into her tit. The leader was desperately licking my pussy, afraid of more abuse - not that it would save her - while Mihcael was eagerly fucking her pussy. I looked back into the night sky, enjoying the sounds. This was a good night. ... Chloe opened her eyes, revitalised after her sleep. She could feel herself... more in tune with her body. She looked to the side. A new clothes were awaiting her on the chair and behind window, it was already night. Spoiler: Character Sheet Attribute: Social** Physical** Mental* Skills: Persuasion** Academics* Disciplines: Auspex * Celerity * Presence *
“Why did I have to dream of that whore instead of the cute librarian? That was a worse indigestion dream than any where I overate pizza before bed,” Chloe said to no one in particular as she dressed. It was definitely attire you could wear to the club but also practical enough not to be out of place at other places should the need arise. She exited her room and headed in the general direction of Hector’a study
Chloe exited her room and closed the door- "Good evening, Miss Belovoa." She turned to see Clara standing to the side. "I hope you had a pleasant time." The blond maid said as she slowly approached Chloe. "Unfortunately, I had to throw away your dress. It was unsalvagable. The blood ruined too much of material." She cocked her head. "I suggest doing some shopping..."
Chloe looks at the maid, her judgment now colored by Hector’s previous revelations. Perhaps it was her mortal side still clinging on past her death and rebirth in the embrace, but she felt a softness for the broken woman. “Clara, that is kind of you, but where would I go to shop? My condition means I am not active during normal business hours.”
The blond maid did not seem upset by this information. She rarely showed any information on her face. "There are shops that work up to midnight. Then there is also a possibility of making online purchases. We could also place an order in shop and have the clothes prepared for us to pick up." She gave her suggestions. "There are also... artists, we can contact directly."
“Yes, I will speak to Hector about late-night shopping. I always like to try things on first. Thank you for your insight, Clara. Can you take me to see the master now?”
Clara cocked her head, then nodded. "Follow me, Miss Belovoa." The blond said as she turned and started leading Chloe through the house to the corner of the building. The room had large glasses on both sides, giving an incredible view of the city. Clara stopped as Hector seemed to be busy, talking with someone by the phone. His face was stony, his lips pursed, as he quietly was speaking into the cellphone.
