Jasper Mancifer's Story

Miri rolled her eyes, slowly rising to her feet. She had to stand in a crouch, her wrists having been chained to the wall so low. She scowled at him. "Don't you dare tell me to straighten up, because I can't. It's not possible, even for me." She jerked her head to the side, throwing her hair out of her eyes. "I know, you think that's crazy. I don't blame you. I'm pretty skilled. But no one can break these fuckin' things." She yanked at the chains as though to prove her point. "Much longer like this, I'll be a hunchback. So could you make your useless self useful and undo these things?"

She was actualy quite glad Jasper himself had come for her. He was the one she wanted to kill with her bare hands, his conceited, annoyingly good-looking (for even she had to admit he was handsome), snarky self. "Hurry up."

Miri straightens up as he unlocks the chain, replacing them with cuffs. She gives him a hard glare. "Call me stupid again, asshole. I dare you. I swear to God you'll regret it." His grip is shockingly firm, almost as hard as Jason's. She'd probably break her own wrists by pulling away. It was odd : Miri'd fought many a vampire before. What made Jasper so different? He seemed stronger, more skilled than most others of his kind. And that was bad. That meant no escape, unless of course he left her in the care of a servant at any given time. As of right now, she let him lead her, head held high. The sobbing, frustrated girl was gone., replaced by the sarcastic, determined woman she truly was.

For the first time, Miribelle, actually took in the interior of the manor. It was handsome, in an odd, gothic way. Torches lit the interior, flickering red through the halls, what she assumed was hell flame, something harmless to vampires. Paintings and suits of armor gave it a cliche, medeval feel. But at the same time, obvious oddities hung all around. Black mirros, that showed Jasper's eyes glowing red, his veins bright blue, and herself just the opposite : blue eyes (though hers were green) and glowing red veins. She supposed it was made to distinguish the two species.

Miri rolls her eyes. She thinks nothing that she doesn't say out loud, for the most part. "Yeah, well, same thing." She notices the eyes locked on the pair of them and smirks as they pass myriads of the damned. Noneed to show the slightest amount of fear or defeat. They need to know she's a fighter, an enemy to be reckoned with, even if Jasper's acting as though he owns her. To him, she supposed, he did own her, but she knew the truth. No one could own her. She was free to her thoughts and words.

They entered a room much to soon. Jasper's grip never once loosened, and he stood right up against her, much to close to effectively kick. His room is elaborate, Miri assumes vaguely that it's because of his "royal" status. It's large, but not a single window. She wonders meekly what time it is, unable to locate a legible clock.

She lets him chain her to the headboard (it would've been a bad idea to struggle), and leans aginst it, eyes fixed on Jasper. "Don't pretend," she says sarcastically. "I know when handcuffs are used in bedrooms. Trust me, you're not going to make me horny no matter how hard you try.. I don't care much for conceited dickheads." She tilted her head downwards slightly, irritated with his unwavering gaze.

Miri's eyes widen with a great gasp. She had thought she was ready enough to resist the drug-like affects of his fangs inside of her, but as he pierced her skin painlessly, she suddenly realized there was no was to prepare for this. A small thought in the back of her mind reminded her that though the affects would linger, since this was her first time, she'd be back to normal within half an hour or so. Then she falls victim to another girl, who looked like her, but was not her. After all, even when the vampire wants it to pain the victim, the first time is always pleasurable.

Miri's other self moans quietly as she grips Jasper's wrists tightly. Suddenly she is as strong as he is, but she doesn't push him away, or even want to for that matter. A thin trickle of blood rolls down her neck and chest, under her shirt. She pulls him closer in anticipation, burying her face into his shoulder. "Don't stop. Please don't stop," she whispers, chills running down her spine with every second, every ounce he takes from her. Miri wonders vaguely why she ever fought capture. But it is not really her.

((Bahaahaaa! xD This all good, m'dear, t'is.))

Miri grins broadly. "So? I'm allowed to get up early. Just because you're virtually unable to do so doesn't mean that we all are, you know. I mean, really."

Miri grins wildly. "I'm up for donuts," she says with a half-laugh. "I'm always up for donuts. Om nom nom!"