The ancient vampire listened to his delectable treasure explain his thoughts and feelings growing quite curious at the mention of him being the only wind elemental in existence. Were it true, Iseulith had confirmation that he was indeed in possession of something most sacred and unique. Something covetable and worth a measure of protection. His greed and envy bloomed within him, overpowering the flimsy bond of unfamiliar feelings floating through his mind, brought on by the elemental’s life filled blood. The beautiful creature was more complex that perhaps even he realized and the vampire would not tell him as much. He preferred the man’s blissful and unaware nature.<br/><br/><br/>“Do you think she notices when you are here? Cut off from her loving embrace?”<br/><br/><br/>Mother Nature, as the elemental called her. The catalyst of life itself, the giver and the destroyer. Iseulith felt that he had once been connected with her at some point, as were all living things. When he was human still (or whatever he had truly been when he was alive) he would have basked in the sunlight of day, drank of pure crystalline waters and partaken of the rich plants and animals she provided all. He would likely have danced around great fires or called out to her for rain. All of those things that ancient humans had done in his time. Now it was only the fading light he felt reflected on the moon’s surface and in the blood of his victims that touched him. The only source of nourishment that he could consume in order to walk amongst them, a minion of the dark. A shadow of death. Night had become his only mistress, the power of blood and illusion and endless time, his only rewards.<br/><br/><br/>The vampire filed away all of the revelations bestowed upon him by Cersie’s sweet full mouth as it spoke. “I think that it was a marvelous idea for you to join us in our dreary physical realm. There are so many things to experience here, as you no doubt have seen. The world is full of wonders that perhaps the sky alone could not provide you. That it why you came.”<br/><br/><br/>He paused at the thought of things like family and children. Of growing old and eventually dying when the temporary form of the mundane world reached its inevitable end. This was not true of those cursed, witches and vampires and were-creatures alike. All supernatural beings were cursed in some way. To live forever in physicality was to distance one’s self from the natural order of the world.<br/><br/><br/>“I too was lonely, once upon a time. I learned to appreciate it to some degree, though not fully as I fashioned my familiars to keep me some semblance of company.” They had been nothing more than a tool for him to move about during the day or in places where he was not permitted to roam. They had grown into something more since then, a sort of peaceful presence that remained in essence loyal and subservient to him, but most importantly, loving. A side effect that he had not expected, nor a feeling that he was able to return.<br/><br/><br/>-<br/><br/><br/>As Cersie’s eyes grew with unbridled passion at the sight of the ancient’s blood Iseulith tilted his head with a faint smile and pulled himself in closer, the cool elemental tongue slipping out to traced the trail of blood to its source where Cersie began to suck. Iseulith dropped his chin back in a hazy laugh as he enjoyed the feeling. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain but mostly it was a thing of unrestrained passion. He knew what the essence was capable of and every drop the man swallowed served only to link them more closely. The divine chaos they shared from different ends of the spectrum of life and death. A perfect balance that joined them irrevocably. Did the Great Mother of all life on their planet notice the surge of ancient dark power that rose in her child of the sky when he was released? Was the vampire tainting him with every feeding? He did not know how the corruption would affect Cersie, he was too selfish to care. Perhaps the elemental’s power was enough to neutralize it once replenished by the loving touch of his creator.<br/><br/><br/>“Yeesssss, drink my love.” He whispered delicately into the other’s ear. He watched Cersie raise his own arm in offering and he took the man’s wrist into his hand, twisting it gently so that the bluish veins were fully exposed to him before he bit down. The familiar pop of his fangs through flesh made his eyes roll slightly, the delirium associated with a vampire’s bloodlust overtaking him as he began to suck greedily from the offered limb. They were creating a complete circle of feeding, a blood ritual of sorts it seemed though the vampire had not experienced such a thing since his early years. Blood rituals were a common trait among coven’s of vampires between makers and fledglings, to honor and gain trust, which was a fragile thing to say the least within their community. A vampire sharing another vampire’s blood served no purpose other than to feed memories, desires and feelings in their truest form. Words could envelope and contain lies in a way that blood could not. Iseulith was not certain what would happen with this ritual however as he had never completed one with anyone other than his sire and certainly there was not a great wealth of information in dealing with elementals aside from what the witches had discovered.<br/><br/><br/>As they fed, the emotions he felt towards the elemental would be revealed through lust filled images and feelings of desire. To protect as well as covet. He wanted the man at his side forever, he did not hide this fact. The blood was plain in its offering of this information. It would also have been apparent that he would do whatever it took to achieve this goal, though he wished for Cersie to be as free and as comfortable as he needed to be. It was not a prison that he offered, but a home and someone with which to share it, protected from others, those especially that would wish to use the man as a tool for war or conquest.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith moaned softly as his skin grew warm with the fizzle of electricity that began to course freely within him. His face flushed with the healthy glow of the living, his eyes shifted from deep ruby to bright darkness piercing crimson as they shifted over Cersie’s face. He did not appreciate the taste of the blood as did the vampire and that was perfectly normal. It was the after effects that he was searching for and Iseulith wanted to watch as the familiar drug like haze washed over the elemental’s face. Euphoria in exchange for life. Power in exchange for time. The essence of their contract made.