Another hour passed
And another.
And another.
Annelise was always supportive of Caius and obeyed what orders he gave, but that often left her in situations where she was alone or uncomfortable. Right now she was in her bunker, or at least that's what she thought of it as. Most nights at the club Caius didn't want her out in the open and interacting with others. He felt she was too vulnerable to attacks or unwanted advances, even though many of the vampires in attendance knew she was his personal property. So to keep her protected she had her own room in the club, not unlike the room Caius had for himself. When she really thought about it, it wasn't all that bad being cooped up in her room. She had the internet, she could still hear the music from inside, and sometimes if she was lucky Caius would visit. It was always nice when he visited on his own accord and not because he needed blood, they would talk like when the pair had first met. And really anything was better than being stuffed into a room with the other blood slaves. They were all so unhappy, and if they weren't they got off on vampires and waited to be magically whisked away by one that fell for them.
Her eyes darted down to the clock and she heaved a small sigh, it would still be at least a couple hours before they might go home. She looked to the door, thinking over the options in her mind. It felt like someone had passed by, and it sounded like the door had opened...
It couldn't hurt to go see. She hadn't really eaten much tonight, but she always had time for her master.
Annelise pushed her laptop to the side and shut it gently as she strode to the door. The door pushed open and she smiled brightly upon seeing the invitation, moving over silently as she leaned around the corner and met his eyes. Her cheeks lit up as she moved into the room slowly, "Hungry..?" She murmured simply, taking notice of his eyes and fangs.
Before getting a response, she walked forward and sat before him on the ground, smiling down into his face as her hair fell forward and made a curtain around her head. She was almost tempted to reach out and touch him, pull his head into her lap. but it was always best to be granted permission first, especially since the other option was anger.