Tristan Blair's Story

Patience...that's all it takes. Patience and the right ammount of charm, you certainly learnt a lot about women after being on the earth for over 300 years. Women had certainly changed over the years, they had become easier to charm and lure into a false sense of security. Perhaps girls these days did not care about what would happen to them, in fact Tristan had met a few women who loved danger and violence especially from him.

Being bit by a vampire was an all around experience, once bit vampires would release a numbing venom which gave the victim an endorphin rush giving them a sense of happiness and pleasure. It was convincing the human that they wanted to be bit, it was pretty easy to do, a few easy compliments the odd kiss working down to the neck and then done. It was so simple but he liked a challenge.

He was leaning against a wall, hands in his pockets, his eyes scanning around the small crowds of young students leaving university for the night. Tristan often waited around the different universities in the city, but the one he was at was a favourite of his. Watching as young girls walked past looking at him as they walked past, they didn't really catch his attention that much so he just smirked at them causing them to giggle and walk past. He didn't really have a type he just knew what he liked in a meal, someone who would put up a good fight but would do what he wanted eventually. His eyes caught sight of a young girl, leaving the entrance of the university alone. A perfect match if he could get her, picking up a book he pretended to read it planning to make his move as soon as she got close.

It had happened even before Tristan had made a move, the girl had been drawing, her glasses perched on her face a strange yet beautiful look of concentration on her face. He was just about to step forward when she crashed into him, her sketchbook squashing on his chest and falling to the floor a long with a few pencils and her bag.

"Oh, Sorry" she began bending down to pick up her things her eyes weren't moving from his gaze. Tristan had caught her in his gaze so all that was neared, now it was just a few easy comments about her drawing and he would more or less be in to getting her to come home with him.

Tristan bent down smoothly, picking up his book and a few of her pencils. "S-Sorry" Tristan smiled holding out the pencils to her, smiling softly he spoke his voice just as smooth. " it's perfectly fine, you were distracted. Your sketches are very good. Your shading technique is brilliant, looks like you've used a brown pencil at one point. Which really gives it depth" he explained smiling again. " Which way are you heading? Perhaps I can walk you back" he asked giving them cause to move so he could lead her astray.

"Nah, I'm good, my car's right over there, but thanks...um, see you around, I guess"

Tristan loved the way that she stumbled over her words, her nervousness showed as she stumbled over her words and took the pencils from his hands. He could hear her heartbeat increasing as her body prepared her to start running in the fight or flight scenario, it seemed that his charm on her hadn't worked that well. But there was always tomorrow, for now he would have to get a quick meal in to tide him over.

He beckoned a girl to follow him as she had been staring at him for some time, she followed Tristan slowly keeping a short distance away from him. Heading home his mind wondered about the girl who he had just lost even with his other meal following him, he would just have to try harder to get her alone if not. A snatch and grab would be just as exciting.

The other girl followed him into his home and he dove upon her tearing her throat apart, barely making a sound. She would last fro a few days of constant feeding.

Tristan stood waiting...just waiting he knew it would only be a certain amount of time before the girl would seek him out. With some victims it was only a few hours in this case it was one night. He could already hear her footsteps behind him way before she tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, Do you go to school here or what? You're always hanging around and such, it's kind of creepy if you don't"

Tristan turned around and smiled at her, he had to think quick on his feet at the question on wether he went to school there. He chuckled smoothly and reached into his pocket to pull out a business card with his number on it and simply his initials " T.B - Tutor" handing it to her he spoke " I'm a tutor, I just have a lot of time on my hands cause of the start of the semester, but if you ever need help with your art before you start exhibiting at the Louvre, or anything else at that matter. You can give me a call"

Tristan glanced over at her and added " I tutor here at the school, or out of my home or even at students homes if they wish" he explained catching her eyes.

"Alright, I'll bite." She said, not knowing the irony of her words, this caused Tristan to stand up a bit straighter his mind relishing in the fact that she had agreed to let him help her. And he would help her to get what he wanted....in the end anyway.

"I need help with my Art Project, I need to do a collection on modern gothic. I think you can help me." She said. "I'm on my way home now, so you can come with, but don't be creepy, atleast until I start painting."

Tristan couldn't help but smirk out of the corner of his mouth as she explained that she needed help with her art project, a collection of modern gothic and it seems she wanted to paint him. Well Tristan would certainly give her inspiration for her art.

" Creepy? Mysterious yes. But never creepy. What's your name then?" Tristan asked wanting to put a name to his new curiosity.

- A car ride later -

The pair sat in silence on the drive to the girls apartment and Tristan thirst was beginning to kick in, but he would contain himself for the right moment it would just take a bit more time and a bit of vampire charm. Stepping out of the car Tristan opened the door for his new curiosity.

Tristan smirked mainly to himself as he followed Roni up the stairs to her fourth floor apartment, shutting the door behind him he looked around. Roni's appartment was very nice is reminded him of the older cafés back in Poland before all the mess of the war, when people were calm and collected about their fellow man. Shaking away the faded memories he walked deeper into the appartment and looking at the easel and the paints.

Walking up to the easel he gently picked up one of the paints examining it, they were pretty expensive who knows if tonight went well he would buy a set for her. But time would tell...

He undid his jacket and removed it revealing a white short sleeved button t-shirt he looked over to Roni as she asked if he would like a drink, he had to stop himself from laughing out loud but he simply smiled politely and replied. " no thank you, where would you like me? Anything you want me to do beforehand?" He asked tilting his head slightly to the side.

"Hm? What...Uh, I'm gonna do some sketches first, You know, get use to the make up of your face." She said and grabbed her sketch book from her bag.

Tristan was pleased to see that he had distracted her briefly just by the simplest of movements, smirking again he looked over to her as she sat down pulling out her sketch book.

"Just relax, act natural. We can talk while I sketch. Once I'm done, I'll take some pictures, for the actual paintings?"

Tristan thought process was halted when she mentioned taking, of course he had no real reflection to speak of but pictures were fine. He took a seat opposite her in an arm chair crossing one leg over the other he placed his hands in his lap. Watching her as she concentrated and yet again asked him another question.

"So where are you from?"

He paused to think, he had been all over the world in his long life, he had his favourite countries,Germany, France and Italy Erie beautiful all year around but America and England certainly had there charms too. He would have to answer carefully since he appeared to be around 20 years old.

" I was born in Germany just outside of Berlin, then when I was 7 me and my family moved to Italy and then when I was 17 we moved to America, I've been all over" he explained still watching her as she drew.

"I lived in Germany for a beat. It was kinda cold. The People, not so much the weather." She chuckled. "Then Japan, That's where I found my love for art, then France, that's where I decided to persue it. Now here I am, Senior year in the States." She grinned. "You a Army Brat too or are you actually just German?"

Tristan rather enjoyed her smile, it was so relaxed and carefree. He stretched his arms out flexing his muscles, running his hands through his hair he sighed softly and replied. " Just German I suppose, but a born traveller at heart" he paused briefly to watch her again " do you do many portraits?"

"All the time. It's my favorite subject. I like capturing a moment, the in someone's eyes...you can tell so much about a person when they are still, you can practically read their mind through the look in their eyes." she said and her mind drifted some. "Like yours." She said, "There is a mysterious behind them, It made curious, and honestly why I wanted to draw you."

Tristan was glad that he had made her curious about him after only one small meeting, she had made him feel curious too but only to see if he could charm her enough to feed off her.

"I can tell your after something." She said slyly, which made Tristan smile and give a soft laugh "You gonna ever tell me what it is?"

Tristan shrugged lightly before speaking " That depends..." He trailed off leaning forward briefly he nodded over to her easel and paints " if you paint a good enough portrait of me I might tell you...if not you'll just have to wait untill you need my help again." He winked playfully and grinned over at her before reclining back into the chair.

"Oh well that's not fair, What does this get me?"

Tristan looked at the picture that she had drew of him, it was very good. It seemed that his eyes had caught her attention, it was always the way. Vampire charm was always focused on the eyes, it was the best way to divert attention and distract the mind so feeding could be accomplished without the victim knowing at all.

Swiftly catching the book he looked through her sketches there was certainly a lot of him in there. Standing up he walked over to her " I'll tell you one thing for this beautiful drawing" he smiled and sat down next to her his eyes glancing into hers, he wanted to take out his contacts to make the charm even more effective but he didn't want to frighten her off.

"Oh well that's not fair," She said playfully, turning her sketchbook over to reveal an almost photo realistic pencil sketch, save for his eyes, they were more prominent, as if illuminated by it's own light. "What does this get me?"

Tristan caught the book swiftly and looked over the pictures that she had drew of him, they were very good and it seemed that he had made a impact on her especially his eyes. Vampire charm was focused on the eyes, eye contact with a. Vampire dulled attention and unfocused the mind making the victim perfect for feeding off. He could force her to do what he wanted but he wanted a chase, a good enough fight. He stood up and walked over to her sitting down next to her maintaining eyes contact. He wanted to take out his contacts but he didn't want to frighten her off not when he was so close.

" well you can ask me one question and I will tell you the answer. " Tristan explained smoothly.

Tristan smiled out of the corner of his mouth, leaning forward towards her he reached forward to brush her hair behind her ear. Ovine himself forward he kissed her cheek softly leaning into her ear he whispered " it depends what you want me to do..." He kissed her ear and moved down to kissing her neck. The thumping of her blood was driving him crazy wanting to sink his teeth into her neck right here right now.

He pulled her towards him with ease, she wasn't that heavy anyway, sitting her on his lap he kissed her softly on the lips, pulling away he ran kisses down her neck again. Slowly pulling her closer towards him, he kissed her neck his fangs elongating, breaking the skin slowly causing no pain. Her blood filled his mouth and it caused all of little of his willpower to not drain her blood. Pulling away he licked her blood of his lips kissing her neck watching the puncture wounds heal. He moved her off his lap he kissed her lips briefly.

Standing up he picked up his jacket slipping it on " I have to go" he said simply " let me know how your project gets on" he left quickly ending up down the stairs in a heartbeat and outside. Walking away from her house and into the night finding his next kill.

Tristan walked towards his usual haunt, his mind wandering over thoughts of Roni. He wondered if she would seek him out tonight, the magnetic pull of the vampiric charm caused some victims to seek him out unless he finished them off.

He saw and smelt Roni before he had even got to the wall, she pressed herself againsts him a sharpened wooden spoon against his ribs. He couldn't help but smile at her attempt to get answers from him.

"I guess we weren't entirely honest with each other last night. You're not human and I didn't grow up on an Army base, but a Survivalist Colony." She said, and pressed the sharpened wood against his back some. Tristan barely moved but smirked again.

"I don't know if this'll work but you answer me honestly, and we won't have to find out." She said, keeping her eye out for passerbys. "Why didn't you kill me? You could have, you had the advantage, not only that, I know your face." She said. "Not only did you not kill me but you expected to see me again, Why?" She said and tensed. "Try anything and I swear to God, I will plunge this thing through your heart so fast..."

Tristan turned quickly grabbing the spoon snapping it by clenching his fist " so fast that you'll what? I could have killed you but, may I wanted to get a taste of you before I made any long term commitments. You did enjoy it? Didn't you? Perhaps I want to see you" Tristan explained smoothly wrapping his arm around her waist pulling her close to him.

"Why?" She asked him, avoiding his eyes. "What do you want from me? It makes no sense, why do you care if I enjoyed it or not, You don't know me, aren't I just a meal?"

Tristan smirked lightly and began to walk taking Roni with him, he stayed silent for a few moments before they were clear of anybody who could hear there conversation. " I'm over 300 years old, I have fought in wars, seen villages turn into cities and had many relationships with members of royalty. I need someone who can supply me with fresh blood when I need it as well as company. Sure I could just kill you now but where is the fun in that?"

He pushed open an iron gate revealing a large house walking up the drive he opened the door pulling Roni inside. The inside was decorated with a mix of modern and old style with the house structural decorations still in tact it was warm. Locking the door he smirked mainly to himself. " no one is going to believe you about what I am. You can yell and scream all you like about it, hell you can even beat me if it makes you feel better. You may leave to go to university but try to run from me and I will find you and kill you. You can go anywhere in the house except for the room with the red door, choose what room you like. Welcome home."

Tristan took off his jacket tossing it on the chair in the hall,walking down the corridor her turned into the room with the red door, which conjoined onto his bedroom. Sinking his teeth into his latest kill.

" I'm over 300 years old, I have fought in wars, seen villages turn into cities and had many relationships with members of royalty. I need someone who can supply me with fresh blood when I need it as well as company. Sure I could just kill you now but where is the fun in that?"
He said as he lead Roni toward a large estate, she tried to find a way to escape but there was none. She'd have to wait this out.
" no one is going to believe you about what I am. You can yell and scream all you like about it, hell you can even beat me if it makes you feel better. You may leave to go to university but try to run from me and I will find you and kill you. You can go anywhere in the house except for the room with the red door, choose what room you like. Welcome home." He said and disappeaered out of the room.
Roni ran her fingers through her hair in frustation.

She knew better then this, She knew! She was raised better then this. She let herself be kidnapped. Granted, her father probably never accounted for a vampire but still, she should not have let him get this close. Her instincts were correct, he was dangerous, she was smart enough to ignore his advances the first night, why not the second.

Roni dropped to her knees and wept in her hands.

"I need someone who can supply me with fresh blood when I need it as well as company..."

Company? He wanted someone to talk to....?

...The fuck?

Roni stood herself up, wiped her tears when she realized what this really was.

It was still very much a kidnapping but He could have killed her. Hell, she had a stake to his back, with the full intention on using it, He had every reason to kill her but no, instead, he told her everything, and was letting her attend classes...

She took a deep breath and relaxed herself, she looked around and decided, she'd see how far this rabbit hole went.


When he entered the room, Roni was standing rearragning the room. " Needs a little Feng Sui." She said, as she shoved the couch over. " Since I'm gonna be stuck I here, I figure I might as well make it my own." She said with the fakest smile she could muster. " and I need clothes, and stuff from my apartment. Be a Doll and get them for me?" She said, bitterly.

Oh she knew it was a dangerous game she was playing but she was never one to be a victim, and even if he killed her, she figured she'd make his life a living hell before she went.

Tristan removed his contacts from his eyes, his deeply reddened eyes felt release. Wearing contacts not only dampened his eyesight but they also stung his eyes terribly. He had checked the red room to see how his blood bank was getting on he would still feed from other humans as well as feed from Roni. But he would take his time from Roni he didn't want to cause her any pain from him, Roni would be a top up rather than a meal.

Filling a glass with blood he walked in watching as she rearranged the room, she could see what he was trying to do he may have an addiction to blood but he had a good enough temper when his thirst was quenched.

Sitting down he watched her carefully and she asked him to go and get her things from her appartment, he nodded as he took a drink from his glass. " whatever you like, you can put your art stuff in your room or the study, I have a library you can use for your studying " Tristan explained downing the glass placing it by the side.

Standing up suddenly he walked up to Roni grabbing her arm so she would look at him. " now you will find that I will bring people home, you are not to help them no matter what they do, or say. I rather enjoy the pleading and screaming once they realize what's going on. Go to bed. It's late" Tristan growled lightly grabbing his jacket and leaving the house locking the door with a loud clunk.

Tristan returned a few hours later with Roni's stuff in his arms, he saw Roni asleep on the sofa shaking his head he carried Roni's art stuff up to the study setting up her easel and paints opposite his desk where he did most of his writing. He selected one of the rooms in the house and hung up her clothes, leaving her underwear in the box he had carried he was still a gentleman at heart even if he was a vampire.

Checking the time he would have to get some sleep soon, but he had to take care of Roni first, heading downstairs he picked her up and carried her carefully to her room laying her down on the bed he covered her up with the duvet kissing her forehead softly. Walking out he headed into his study to continue on his writting work, until the early hours of the morning.

Tristan cooked a breakfast after feeding on his own to set him up for a rest, leaving it in the oven for Roni when she woke up. Picking up a piece of paper he wrote a note and stuck it on Roni's door when she woke up.

Breakfast is in the oven, I'll see you tonight when you get back make sure you do because I will know. Tristan.

Tristan had woken up a few hours earlier when the sun had just started to dim, of course he could go out in sunlight but it would make him very I'll and weak afterwards so he pretty much avoided it. That's why he enjoyed the shorter days because they made longer nights, and that meant more blood.

He had worked on his writing for an hour or two, put another entry in his diary he hid it from view. Tristan had started keeping diaries when his blood addiction started, when he was around 175 years old a ayers after his parents died or were rather killed. He had amassed 235 diaries each for one of his years he his the diaries behind a bookcase behind his desk. He then busied himself with exercising until Roni got home, he had to keep up an attractive appearance by keeping fit and having a good enough body that made the girl more keen to approach him.

Having a quick shower he dressed quickly and met Roni downstairs, his thirst for her blood growing he would have to feed soon, pushing it back he could wait a few minutes longer. " good evening, there's stuffed tomatoes in the oven or a steak if you fancy it. I'm off to get my dinner won't be long"

He returned soon after with a young girl screaming and crying fighting as best she could.

Tristan's face was both confused and furious as Roni walked out of the kitchen confronting him with his meal, making up excuses as a ruse to let him release the girl something he wasn't planning to do.

He growled lightly as she began to push him as best she could. "Why did you bring me here! If you were just gonna get some other chick's blood." She said and shoved him with all her might, yet Tristan wasn't going anywhere . "Am I not good enough for you?!" She said with another shove. "Don't like 0-neg?!Or are you scared?! Scared I'll bit back?!"

Tristan was even more surprised when Roni hit him on his jaw, he kept his gaze on the floor as his teeth elongated into fangs as the smell of her blood hung at the back of his throat "Come on." She baited. "Come and get me."

Looking up again Tristan hissed loudly the sound reverberating off the walls, pulling the young girl sharply towards him he bit into her neck hard breaking the bones in her neck causing her to choke on her own blood, he fed slowly his eyes on Roni the whole time so she could see what she had caused.

Pulling away Tristan carried the body to the red room, to finish off as he chose too. Approaching Roni he grabbed her by the throat pushing her againsts the wall growling loudly he pressed his face close to hers as he spoke. " what did I say about not helping the people I bring home? Bear in mind that I can kill you quickly in under a minute, kill you slowly in 10 minutes and have you writhing in agony for 30 minutes. Think of that next time you want to play hero" he paused to give time for his words to sink in. " I'll fix your hand if you want me too, or you can go to hospital " Droping Roni Tristan retracted his fangs slowly backing away to gauge her reaction.

Tristan watched as Roni began to sob obviously shocked at what she had seen, of course she hadn't seen what Tristan was like if he didn't have any blood in his system. She also hadn't seen him feed properly anyway, this was just a shock tactic. He wanted her to get a glimpse of his life and right now she was stuck in the middle of his everlasting life and his addiction.

"You didn't have to kill her!" She shouted at him, tears falling fast. "You can have my blood, Break is coming up, I won't have to go to classes, so you can drink from me, I won't fight you, I mean if you want like....sex or something, I won't fight you, Just don't kill anyone anymore, I can't just sit back and watch people call for help and not do anything" She said all in one breath. "Please, I'm begging you." She said, sobbing, holding her injured hand.

Tristan sighed softly pinching the bridge of his nose he spoke " I can't just not kill anyone, it doesn't work like that with me. Once you start on blood it's difficult to stop, it's like being on drugs for all of your life. You become dependant on it that you need it all the time or you will lose control. I've already lost control. If I fed from you I might not be able to stop. I'm not going to force sex on you either. I'm not that kind of person" he sat down as if he was tired and spoke " now come sit over here give me your hand and look into my eyes I'll fix your hand" he held his hand out to her " I won't hurt you "