<span style="color: olive">"Oh darling..don't be so dramatic."</span>Cabiria waves off Alice and her  concern, flipping around to lay on her stomach.  Still nude ,her knees bend upwards as they sway up and down, alternating left and right.<span style="color: olive">"So. I know we've not had much a chance to talk here precious..but it's time to discuss the rather..."</span>she moves her hand up to let her finger float about , indicating -all- of Alice was in trouble,<span style="color: olive">"precarious situation you've found your self in."  </span><br/><br/>Cabiria rests her chin in her hand and starts to talk with a low, but slightly upbeat tone.<span style="color: olive">"By now you've by no doubt discerned -I- " </span>she takes a moment to point to her self, before returning to her odd talkative posture.<span style="color: olive">"Am a Vampire. Creature of the night. Forsaken. Cursed. The Dammed. Kindred. She who shall not be named. Whatever ...over the top term you'd like to dress it up with, the fact of the matter remains; In the most clinical terms, I am sustained by the blood of ...others.  " </span><br/><br/>Cabiria takes a moment to let that thought sink in, eyeing the rather enticing creature before her, letting her tongue roll over her bottom lip , showcasing her fangs.<span style="color: olive">  "Now..."</span>she starts, her tone huskier then before,<span style="color: olive">"That's where -you- come in. You see there's ..plenty of misinformation on my kind. Mostly that we're all soulless child-stealing dregs, who go about popping into windows and feeding on the innocent. "</span>she smirks a bit and shifts her head to the other hand, as she continues her longwindeded diatribe. "<span style="color: olive">While some of my less.....refined kin may scuttle about doing such inane activities, it really does nothing  in the way of gaining them power.  And talk about impractical! Having to go out ...trolling the clubs for anyone who'll have them ..day in ..day out. No.  That isn't for me. Not any more.  I much prefer....a guaranteed meal. A  warm...walking...juice box..if you will. " </span>She stops her self, unsure if she's used the right term,<span style="color: olive">"Juice box..tha..that's a thing yes? With the straw? Well there will be no straw of course but ... that's besides the point... <b><i>Anyhow..</i></b>"  </span><br/><br/>She continues to let her legs languidly flow up and down, kicking in the air like a small girl anxiously watching her favorite tv show.   She's getting to her point..some time.<span style="color: olive">" Being the practical , and kind...er.... soul I am..I'd like to offer you a job."</span>She grins impishly, sitting up on the bed and crossing her legs,<span style="color: olive">"Certain kindred, myself being one ,  enjoy the....commodity of having a human....er....companion." </span>she avoids the word 'slave' as "companion' goes down far easier.<span style="color: olive"> "You scratch my back, I scratch yours.   You act as my eyes, ears ,hands and feet during the day...watch my back as I sleep..let me feed from you..bond with you...and ..provide me a ..service every few days...-and- ..well...I repay you. Power... prestige. Cash. Lots...of cash. </span>" Her voice grows dark as she mentions finally,<span style="color: olive"> "A chance at eternal life. "</span>Her brow goes up at that, trying to gauge her captives reaction.  Anyone well versed with how Cabiria functioned, would know she hesitates just a -split- second at the mention of eternal life. Knowing it's a lie now that the one who made her this -very- speech hundreds of years ago was now -gone-.<br/><br/>She gets to her kness and moves closer, reaching a hand out to rest the back of her fingers against Alice's cheek.<span style="color: olive">"You'll find you have very little...choice -while having all the choice in the world regarding what is about to happen to you Alice, -really it's a rather alarming paradox- as I can do this with your blessing..or without."</span>Cabirias fangs grow a bit as her eyes darken,<span style="color: olive">"You can give your self to me, becoming marked and -owned- by my hand..or....I can simply -take- what I want...work away for days and weeks , rattling about in that twisted little mind of your's until you're-begging- me to take you for my own...and discard you when I see fit."  </span>The vampires hand is cold against the warmth of Alice's flesh, while her voice becomes more commanding,<span style="color: olive">" And I -<b>will</b>- overpower you mentally little one." </span>The vampire reaches out with her mind to brush along the burning back embers of Alice's thoughts, enough to be noticed but not intruding.<span style="color: olive"> "I -brought- you here after all..no kicking and screaming..convinced you to do this out of your own volition...I just..tied you up to insure you'd play nice . I'm no fool after all." </span>She leans in , her lips moving to the humans ear,<span style="color: olive">"The choice is yours."</span>She licks her lips and presses them -flat- against the chained woman's right ear,<span style="color: olive">"I do so hope you decide to play nice....It's so much-better- for us both when you humans decide to play nice.." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>