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batsutousaiTitle: Blood Rooms
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Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Vampires, a few curse words
Notes: Done for my Creative Writing class.
“Where are you?!” She screamed from the hall. “I’m going to kill you if you don’t stop hiding right now!”
I sniggered to myself. I was hiding behind the open door in the foyer. The fireplace across the room was blazing heatedly, flames dancing to the tone of her anger. The deep red walls traded highlights of blood for shadows of night, hiding behind the red couch, chairs, wooden bookcase, and silver side table. There was a lot of blood in the mansion, just as one might expect in the home of a vampire.
“Damn you! Get out here!” I heard her fist slam into the other side of the wall, right above my head.
I jumped in shock, my arm knocking into the door ever so slightly. The door shuddered with the soft sound and I hurried up, aiming for the shadowed door next to the bookcase, knowing, without a doubt, that she’d have noted the door’s noise and movement.
With supernatural speed, her arms encircled me from behind before I was halfway across the room and I fell back against her, my head pressed into the valley between her breasts. I managed a gasp before her hand covered my mouth.
“You little imp.” She growled in my ear, her black hair pooling over my green shirt and tickling me. “Do you know what the Master would do if I lost you?! He’d kill me!” She shook me angrily, hiding her own involuntary shaking within. “Why do you insist upon getting me into trouble when He sleeps? Do you like my pain or something?”
I stuck my tongue out to lick her hand and she released my mouth reluctantly, wiping her hand on my shirt. “Perhaps I just do it to pass the time.” I ignored her second question, in favour of my own skin.
“Your ‘passing the time’ is chancing my life, you prat. I have offered to play with you, any game you wish. I have offered to take you out to the town. Gods help me, I have even offered to take you into that hellhole they call London! Why must you force me to chase you through the manor?”
“You need the exercise,” I replied tartly. “Now let me go,” I added over her low growl of anger.
“Oh, no you don’t! I’m not chasing you again!”
“I’ll bite you if you don’t let me go.”
“Then bite me. I really don’t care. Your teeth aren’t sharp enough to pierce flesh.”
“Yet.” I add darkly.
“Fighting again?” The deep, bored voice of the Master came from the door I’d been hiding behind earlier.
She let me go and we both turned. Master was leaning against the doorframe, arms folded across His chest in a very human-like gesture. His skin was the white of death, His eyes the color of a fresh-cut sapphire, His hair a bloody red, which He said had carried over from his life.
“Master, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she said softly. She always spoke softly to him.
“You didn’t.” Master nodded. “What have you been doing this time?” The question was directed at me.
“I just wanted to play hide-and-seek,” I said with a pout.
“And did you explain that?” Master inquired patiently. Master’s always patient with me, even when I should probably be shot.
“Nooo…”
“That’s your problem.” Master smiled fondly. “Explain your games before you start to play, and perhaps you two won’t fight so much if such precautions are put into use.”
“Of course, Master. I am sorry.” I ageed. Better to agree than to raise Master’s temper.
“Good.” Master’s smile faded into seriousness. “I’m up now. Go do your work.”
“Understood, Master.” We chorused. She turned to go out the back door and I went to follow Master out.
The day had finally ended.
Author:
batsutousaiRating: PG-13
Warnings: Vampires, a few curse words
Notes: Done for my Creative Writing class.
“Where are you?!” She screamed from the hall. “I’m going to kill you if you don’t stop hiding right now!”
I sniggered to myself. I was hiding behind the open door in the foyer. The fireplace across the room was blazing heatedly, flames dancing to the tone of her anger. The deep red walls traded highlights of blood for shadows of night, hiding behind the red couch, chairs, wooden bookcase, and silver side table. There was a lot of blood in the mansion, just as one might expect in the home of a vampire.
“Damn you! Get out here!” I heard her fist slam into the other side of the wall, right above my head.
I jumped in shock, my arm knocking into the door ever so slightly. The door shuddered with the soft sound and I hurried up, aiming for the shadowed door next to the bookcase, knowing, without a doubt, that she’d have noted the door’s noise and movement.
With supernatural speed, her arms encircled me from behind before I was halfway across the room and I fell back against her, my head pressed into the valley between her breasts. I managed a gasp before her hand covered my mouth.
“You little imp.” She growled in my ear, her black hair pooling over my green shirt and tickling me. “Do you know what the Master would do if I lost you?! He’d kill me!” She shook me angrily, hiding her own involuntary shaking within. “Why do you insist upon getting me into trouble when He sleeps? Do you like my pain or something?”
I stuck my tongue out to lick her hand and she released my mouth reluctantly, wiping her hand on my shirt. “Perhaps I just do it to pass the time.” I ignored her second question, in favour of my own skin.
“Your ‘passing the time’ is chancing my life, you prat. I have offered to play with you, any game you wish. I have offered to take you out to the town. Gods help me, I have even offered to take you into that hellhole they call London! Why must you force me to chase you through the manor?”
“You need the exercise,” I replied tartly. “Now let me go,” I added over her low growl of anger.
“Oh, no you don’t! I’m not chasing you again!”
“I’ll bite you if you don’t let me go.”
“Then bite me. I really don’t care. Your teeth aren’t sharp enough to pierce flesh.”
“Yet.” I add darkly.
“Fighting again?” The deep, bored voice of the Master came from the door I’d been hiding behind earlier.
She let me go and we both turned. Master was leaning against the doorframe, arms folded across His chest in a very human-like gesture. His skin was the white of death, His eyes the color of a fresh-cut sapphire, His hair a bloody red, which He said had carried over from his life.
“Master, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she said softly. She always spoke softly to him.
“You didn’t.” Master nodded. “What have you been doing this time?” The question was directed at me.
“I just wanted to play hide-and-seek,” I said with a pout.
“And did you explain that?” Master inquired patiently. Master’s always patient with me, even when I should probably be shot.
“Nooo…”
“That’s your problem.” Master smiled fondly. “Explain your games before you start to play, and perhaps you two won’t fight so much if such precautions are put into use.”
“Of course, Master. I am sorry.” I ageed. Better to agree than to raise Master’s temper.
“Good.” Master’s smile faded into seriousness. “I’m up now. Go do your work.”
“Understood, Master.” We chorused. She turned to go out the back door and I went to follow Master out.
The day had finally ended.
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Date: 8/5/05 06:24 (UTC)This description make me very very happy. In a melty kind of way.
“You little imp.”
Ooh - he's channeling Harry Potter. (Only your version though.)
“I just wanted to play hide-and-seek,” I said with a pout.
Obnoxious brat. (He only does it to annoy, because he knows it teases)
His eyes the color of a fresh-cut sapphire, His hair a bloody red
Pretty pretty Master. *Melts AGAIN*
I like this, yes. More? Is intriguing.
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Date: 8/5/05 22:20 (UTC)no subject
Date: 9/5/05 12:16 (UTC)Oh, please do.
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Date: 8/4/12 15:28 (UTC)no subject
Date: 8/4/12 23:38 (UTC)