Vampire Princess?!?! (PAFP)

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    Jason was brought up to the princess' room, where he will be given to her as a slave. When he was inside, the guards locked the door.


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    Chariklo lounges on her bed, curled up comfortably. Looking up, her odd golden gaze narrows as the guards ushered a new slave into her room. She had gotten bored with the last one, and this one didn't look like he'd be any more fun. She slides off her bed, arms crossed. The princess wasn't at all a dainty girl, but lean either way. She definitely has a powerful presence. "... Well, on your knees." She frowns as if it were obvious.


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    Her knee comes up, slamming into his chin as he knocks him back with her foot, planting it squarely on his chest. "I did not say you could talk." She hisses, clearly in a bad mood.

    He spits next to her other foot, a mixture of slivia and blood as his nose was bleeding


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    Cringing she moves her foot away. While the blood was quite appetizing, it also happened to be mingled with his saliva, killing her appetite. Chariklo sneers down at the slave. "What do they call you." She asks. "Speak."


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    "Well, Jason. You're brave, and that amuses me. However that may also get you killed. I'd watch it if I were you." Chariklo grins.


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    "So."
    Chariklo examines him, walking in slow circles. "You're the new one." She frowns softly. "Never had a 'Jason' before. Had a Joseph, once." She purses her lips. "I'll tell you now: You may not last me long. The boring ones never do. Nor do the defiant ones."


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    Chariklo smiles, a wide pointed grin. "I think..." She stops circling him, standing to face him. "That you'll be a lot of fun."


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    She forcefully grabs his chin, tilting his head so their eyes made contact. "Don't cower. It's... boring." She hisses, sliding her hand lower to softly graze the side of his neck.


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    She lurches forward, pouncing and tackling him to the ground with a feral snarl. "Do not ever do that again." Chariklo demands, fangs elongating to punctuate her warning.


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    She could feel his fear in the quickening of his heart and pulsing of his blood but Chariklo did not bite yet. The showing of her fangs was a more battle-oriented response than feeding. Instead she slaps him before standing. "Okay. Jason. Maybe you'd be more fun if I knew who you were. Have you served as a slave before?" She starts casually. His defiant displays hinted that perhaps he was new to this, but there were always those who never lost their wildness.


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    "I knew it." She narrowed her yellow gaze. "Not all that good at it, are you?" she cackles.