[C] Kidnapping Dogs

Edric's blue eyes flashed and he gave a gummy grin, upset only by the four sharp fangs in his mouth.

"Parched. Opening yourself up for a buffet, lapdog?"

He hung limply from the restraings, waiting for the boy's response. He was a little interested.

"Perhaps, I haven't decided yet."

He replied simply, rolling up the sleeve until he could look down at his wrist.

It had been a long time since he had let someone drink from him.

The insane ones always had him curious, he liked to see how they thought, whether they still had the capacity for rational behavior.

"Why are you having from the ceiling?"

He asked, nodding towards the mass of chains.

"When I'm chained in place, it's easier for the cock to use my pretty little slut mouth."

He stuck his tongue out, then leant his head against his bicep.

His eyes drifted over the boy and he licked his lips slowly.

The young ones always tasted good.

The cock had to be Gerhard, he did have an affection for pleasuring himself through someone else's torment. It was no surprise that he'd use this one for casual pain-sex.

He gave a little chuckle.

"So that's how you lost your teeth."

That was kind of amusing, toothless via blow-job.

"Still have four fangs though."

"Lost them before he decided his cock liked my mouth."

He lost his teeth just because the cock was feeling sadistic and wanted to torment him. He didn't get the blowjob until after.

"Fangs grow back."

"That would have been a little unpleasant."

He mused to himself more than anything else.

Emory got to his feet and padded over to the strung up Vampire, offering out his wrist.

The young vampire couldn't really do much to harm him so he wasn't worried, he could have a little bit, though he wouldn't allow him enough to be sated.

Edric wasn't gentle or caring when the wrist was offered to him.

His fangs tore into flesh and he gupled down as much as he could as quickly as he could.

The boy's kindness wouldn't last long. He doubted he'd get a proper meal. He just had to be as greedy as he could.

Tom kept his head hung while the two vampires conversed.

Once Em decided to offer the mostly-toothless vamp some of his blood, Tomaso finally looked up to Raisa.

He wanted to see her, to know she was still there. Not that she was going anywhere any time soon. But just seeing her and feeling close to her, feeling like he wasn't alone, was a sick sort of comfort.

He felt guilty in this comfort.

Emory didn't offer up so much as a wince as his wrist was torn into, he had been through much worse.

The boy let him feed long than would have been expected before pulling his wrist away, uncaring as the flesh tore more from those four fangs pulling out.

Raisa was looking back at Tomaso, her lip kicked up in a small reassuring smile, she'd think of something.

Edric panted softly, licking his lips and chin.

He wouldn't be able to clean up all the blood around his mouth, but he wanted to get as much as possible.

He didn't want to waste any of his first meal since he had been trapped down here.

"Young and old. My favourite flavour."

Tom couldn't believe that Raisa had the spirit in her to smile. But then he remembered how he too had smiled up at Fawzi even when Ger had them both bound and beaten in that cave.

The similarity in the situation only furthered Tomaso's feelings of hopelessness.

He hung his head again, this time because it was too exhausting to keep it up. He was still very sick after all.

Emory brought his wrist up and cleaned away the remaining blood, licking at the wound as it began to seal itself.

Moving forward he gripped Edric's chin, pushing it down with a gentle firmness before leaning over and sinking his fangs into the man's neck.

He only took a mouthful before moving back away.

"Hmm."

He hummed, licking his lips before wiping his damp mouth on the back of his sleeve.

"Not bad."

He didn't fight as his neck was manipulated.

"Lapdog has teeth of his own." His gaze turned to Raisa. "Careful, bitch, he's taking away your one good quality. Soon you'll be a pathetic little nothing with no redeeming qualities."

His gaze then turned to Tomaso.

"Like that one."

"If I thought pain would do anything to you I'd pull your fangs out for calling me a lapdog. There's no point though."

He replied with a little yawn, stretching his arms above his head.

"You're boring, I don't know why he keeps you."

With that Emory moved to sit back on the ground, laying back to stare up at the ceiling.

"I've got a pretty slutty mouth. Wasn't that something we establish earlier?"

To amuse himself, Edric began rocking back adn forth again.

Chains clattered above him.

"Doesn't interest me."

He replied as he stared up at the roof, he had no interest in sexual activities, let alone forcing himself onto others.

Gerhard and himself had very different tastes in amusement.

"I wonder how mad he would get if I let you go."

He mused, probably not enough that it would make it worth the effort.

"It interests him." If it interested the cock then it was likely that he was going to stay here.

He shrugged. Chains clattered.

How would the cock react if he was let free? Who knews?

It wasn't like the boy was actually going to do it.

"Obviously."

He replied, rolling his eyes before sitting up.

Emory padded out of the room, arriving back a few minutes later with a mug of warm blood, sitting down again to watch Edric.

The insane ones were meant to be fun, he was still waiting to see how.

"You'd be from the...Aedelric clan?"

The four fangs was a give away, there were very few bloodlines that bore that trait even in their fledglings.

"I've run into them before, bunch of blood snobs."

"You're stronger if you drink blood actually made for you."

Drinking your own blood type was a logical way for Vampries to be stronger. Who didn't want that power?

Edric stared at the mug in the boy's hands.

He was thirsty.

"Diversity breeds evolution."

He countered, drinking only one type of blood didn't make you any stronger it just denied you the benefits of a diverse meal spectrum.

Emory brought the mug to his lips and took a sip.

"Sticking to one type limits you."

"It's not much of a limit."

At least his blood type wasn't rare. It would seriously limit him if he had a terrible rare blood type, but as it were, it was easy to get hold of.

There wass no trouble with gtting the blood and that was all that mattered to Edric in the long-run; the availability of blood.

"Your type of choice?"

He asked, he had always wondered how they chose their type, taste? What their own blood type was.

He hadn't put much effort into researching that.

"Interested in trying blood purity out?"

He hiked a brow up and grinned his gummy grin.

"Type O. Universal. Very easy to find." He licked his lips. "No limit to it." At least it wasn't something really hard to get hold of llike AB or B negative.

That really would be a limit on him.

O, this blood type, well that made things annoying.

The boy got up again, setting down his mug and heading back upstairs.

A few minutes later he came back down, another warm mug of blood in his hands.

"All yours."

He offered, pressing the ceramic rim to his lips. The mug was filled to the rim with AB blood.

Time to test the resistance of a blood snob.

Edric didn't even flinch as the blood was pressed to his lips.

His lips stayed closed and his eyes held amusement as he stared up at the boy.

If he thought that holding blood to his lips was going to make him drink, he had another thing coming to him.

He'd starved for longer than this without breaking his purity.