Through the ages....
Rated M for violence, gore, sexual content, bad puns, war, language.
The man stood before a murky mirror and sighed. With one hand he patted his lack of a belly and frowned at his reflection. He stood in his briefs, a long trouser like garment and planted his hands on his hips. “LILY” He yelled from the room, the noise echoing along the corridors of the “rented” villa. A woman stood at the end of a long wooden table, she drummed her fingertips against the grain of the wood and heard his voice. She cast her eyes towards the doorway and didn’t move. She turned her eyes back to the man at the other end of the table. He was strapped to a wooden chair and his head had rolled backwards. His neck was cut at the side and a steady flow of blood was pouring down his neck.
Lily was transfixed, she was trying to stop herself from lunging at him. She knew that Taranis had not finished his meal, that he was too busy checking his figure. Speak of the devil, Taranis appeared at the doorway and frowned at her. “You didn’t hear me?” She cocked one eyebrow at him, “I’m sorry Sire. I didn’t.” She said with a small smirk. Taranis rolled his eyes and moved over to the limp man at the end of the room. He dragged a single finger through the dripping blood and placed it upon his tongue. Lily felt her stomach twist at the sight, she wanted to feed but she needed him to finish. He gave Lily an evil grin and gestured for her to come closer.
Lily kept her fingers on the table but wandered closer. She was used to his tricks and his cheeky ways by now. She knew he would have something up his sleeve. She stopped at the other side of the body and stared at him. Taranis gave her a smug look, “Feed…Go on.” Lily froze and gave him a wary stare. Taranis rolled his eyes, “I said feed. I need you strong for tonight.” Lily dropped to her knees and lifted the mans arm. She rolled his hand so that his wrist was upright, she leaned forward and sunk her teeth into his wrist. Blood gushed into her mouth and she moaned softly as it filled her stomach. When she was finished and full, she glanced up to see no one.
Lily licked clean the wound, sealing the skin together. She did the same for the neck wound before tilting the mans head forward. He had been a wander on the street and no one would miss him for a night. Lily made her way up the stairs of their small villa and undid her hair as she walked. “LILY” She heard the yell again and made her way to his room. She appeared at the doorway and leaned herself against the doorframe.
He was fully dressed now, in the cloth of their home land. The heavy metal chain around his broad shoulders, the strings of his tunic weren’t closed and he beckoned her closer. Lily sighed softly and moved over, reaching her fingertips up to do up the man’s clothing. He tilted his head at her, “You realise the importance of tonight?” Lily nodded but kept her eyes on the strings. He reached a hand up and tilted her head up towards him. “You do not speak unless spoken to. You do not do anything unless I bid it. If I call you. You come. Do you understand?” Lily snapped her chin away from him, “Of course.”
Taranis glared at her, “Get dressed. I can’t arrive with a common whore.” Lily scowled at him and left the room. She dressed rapidly, knowing their carriage would arrive soon. She wore a simple cut blue dress, adorned with golden jewellery he told her to wear. Her hair was piled upon her head and she tried to scrub the blood from her lips. Lily met him at the door, he cast an eye lazily over her and shook his head. “That will do I suppose.” Lily scowled and made to open the door. He stopped her and placed a hand before her. “Not yet.” She blinked rapidly and then felt him push her to the wall. His lips harsh against hers though his hand was around her throat. She felt her eyes go wide when he broke the kiss. He had bitten his lip before the kiss, she had his blood on her lips. She raised her fingers to wipe it away. “No. Keep it there. Everyone must know you belong to me.”
Lily scowled at him, her pupils wide from the rush his blood gave her. She was pushed harshly into the carriage and their journey to the centre began. He remained quiet for the journey and allowed Lily to peer through the window at the city. The house they arrived at was grand beyond belief. He exited the carriage and took her hand helping her to stand on the beaten ground. She followed behind him as they entered the building. She had never before been surrounded by those of her kind and her curious eyes snapped over everyone. Past the main entrance there was a large room, within the room sat many regal looking chairs. Every elder had one and his or her “children” stood by. Taranis sat by a woman with blonde hair and striking green eyes, Lily stood a step behind him. He started up a conversation in an old dead language and Lily allowed herself to survey the others there. It seemed as if all from across the empire had arrived. Many of different countries were there, all in their native dress. Lily straightened her back, her one shining signal of her home being the golden torc around her neck.
Every elder needed to be seated before they would begin……..