Azalea
"For me there is no way to live without blood. I can visit the local villages and take what I want but instead I have been given two gifts." Azalea scowled as Julius turned to Melita and took her hand, speaking to her in such soft tones it was almost believeable that he was more than a monster. "I was a man once, the fear of being bitten is not a feeling I remember kindly. However, I will be nothing but the perfect gentlemen," he continued and Aza took a moment to ponder.
She'd always been a curious girl, and liked to think of herself as open minded too. Of course he had once been human, like she was, but had been turned into a vampire. For that she really couldn't blame him. It wasn't like he'd wanted to be a vampire; who on earth would want to be a vampire? But what she hated about Julius was that he'd given up his humanity for vampirism.
Or had he? He'd said he'd be a gentleman...
"...unless you decide to fight me on it."
Oh crap.
Her moment of triump was over and she could see it in the vampire's eyes as he turned to her. Aza droppped the contract to grab her knife and it fluttered under the couch. But before she could pull the knife from her bag, heck, before she could even move her hand he had grabbed her and suddenly she found herself locked in his arms. One of his hands was wrapped around her waist, holding her arms down while the other had grabbed hold on her hair and had pulled her head back, exposing her neck. Aza swallowed hard, tensing up, expecting a painful bite to the neck. Oddly enough the pain didn't come, but that didn't keep her from flitching when she felt his warm breath on her ear, nor the cold chills from running down her spine.
"Upon entering this room you were told one thing. I have NO time for your defiance, but since you would like to play that game here is a little tip."
Azalea felt herself pushed backwards and landed on the couch with a small cry of pain and tried to get up, but was quickly pinned down again. This time the vampire hand hold on her wrist and her eyes widened as she saw his glimmering white fangs hovering over the pulsing vein on her wrist.
"See how easy it is for me to take what I want. To take it from exactly where I want it." he chilled, looking Aza directly in her blue eyes which had grown wide. "And look, I haven't needed to be forceful."
'Holy Heaven, this isn't 'forceful' to him?' Aza thought as a chilling sensation of fear crept into her heart, held down by a creature she knew was too powerful to overcome. Not as she was at least. Julius laughed loudly and Aza flinched, looking up at him again, trying to seem brave though the fear was obvious in her crystal blue eyes. All she could do was squeak as he hoisted her up a final time and laid her out on the oaken desk.
Aza tried to sit up but a cold, firm hand pressed down against her stomach, making her gasp, and despite her struggles she couldn't sit up. Goosebumps raise on her flawless skin as she felt the fabric of her nightgown fall aside, exposing her upper thigh and a cold hand settle on the exposed flesh. Azalea felt her body begining to tremble; his touch was too much. She was too exposed. All the courage had left her the moment his skin had brushed hers, like it always had all of her life. She was so weak the mere unfamilar touch of another could stop her heart, leaving her shaking at the encounter. Azalea would be shaking for a long time after this one.
"Need I remind you of my favourite feeding place. Again this is not force to me. Imagine if I was to force you. How much pain I would cause you.... because you decided to be brave." He said and lowered his head to her thigh, causing her heart to pound frantically. Then, suddenly, he lifted his head and turned away, going to Melita, speaking, though Aza couldn't understand his words because of the blood rushing in her ears.
He was trying to make a point. If she stood against him, she was going to lose. Plain and simple. She wasn't as strong as he was, not even close, and he was making sure Azalea could see that. He was stronger, and smarter, and would not tolerate it if she stepped out of line. So she wouldn't. Azalea would be the perfect little servant as he called her. It wouldn't be hard; she'd been raised to be perfect after all. All in that time she would get stronger. Smarter. Learn his weaknesses. And then, eventually, when she was powerful enough to overcome him... Aza swallowed hard and slowly slid off the desk, on hand still on it for support, readjusting her dress.
"Number two," Julius said, pulling Azalea out of her thoughts of a carefully planned revenge. "I hope you consider re-signing my dear." he said, holding the contract and new pencil out to her. Aza looked at his face, her own carefully blank save for the look of mild fear and submission, a face she'd perfected over the years. Then she slowly took the paper and carefully re-wrote her name.
"Yes, Master."