Evie was surprised by the tenderness he displayed in his gestures, in the soft slow up and down motion of the brush Lord Vance’s hand. He was very strong and very much capable of crushing her if not careful, but he was so soft and patient with his motions. It was very sweet.<br/><br/>It reminded her, strangely enough of being a young child, her governess, gently untangling and styling her hair in the most modern and flattering updos. It felt familiar and safe, and she slowly felt her tense muscles ease up and begin to relax.<br/><br/><em>While I think it's silly how much mortals protect their virginity, it is something I understand. I was human once too...”</em><br/><br/>Evie listened quietly, soaking in all that he said, taking it in. What he said made sense, when said it the way he did. She could feel herself slowly melting as he kept his soft, slow pace, gently running his fingers through her hair, her eyes beginning to droop.<br/><br/>“How long ago? Please tell me about yourself...” of course there had been the rumors... the wars he had waged and won in honor of their lovely little province, the mysterious, romantic way he would sweep into maidens rooms and whisk them away- dome rewarded with immortality, others- either by way of disappointing him or their own choice- left human to live out the rest of their lives. There was much speculation, however and so much had been embellished over the years.<br/><br/>She found herself longing to know more about her dark, mysterious captor. And talking imparted a sense of familiarity- it made her future seem more bearable, more comfortable.<br/><br/><em>But, at the same time, part of life is also having control over one's self, and if you don't choose such things as how you use your body and when you're not living a life, but life is living you. You are not a beast, not like the animals in the woods out there. Not like me. You have a right to choose to do with your body as you please..."<br/><br/>He spoke with such an alluring cadence, an intelligence that bespoke of his age- exactly of which she wasn’t entirely sure- much information had been muddled over the centuries.<br/><br/><em>There is only one thing you have no right to deny me... no right at all... your blood belongs to me."</em><br/><br/>Evie had become so relaxed that it took a moment for the weight of Lord Vance’s words to <em>sink in</em>. <br/><br/>Her eyes widened in shock and pain as he sank his sharp fangs into the soft flesh of her neck, convulsing before he held her steady. She cried out pitifully as his bite was met with blinding pain and then, suddenly- nothing.<br/><br/>She felt the entire room spin dizzyingly, her vision muddling as an intense sense of euphoria overwhelmed her and she couldn’t find it in her to fight. An intoxication unlike anything a whole bottle of wine or  a few glasses of her fathers oldest finest brandy could incur. <br/><br/>It was like nothing she had experienced ever before. She felt weightless, almost like an out of body experience, her body pressing back against him in her delirium.<br/><br/>“Oh...” she moaned softly, her head spinning delightingly, wrapping and clenching the shits in her small creamy fists.<br/><br/>((Sorry couldnt figure out how to properly end that, hehe))<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/></em>