More than a Weapon (PAFP, Semi-Advanced to Advanced)

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    Mia


    She was their weapon. She was their tool. She was....a vampire. There used to be a time when she would have fought back. A time when she would have not fed, but those times are gone. They had beaten into her what happened when you resisted. They had shown her the awful pain of hunger. The feeling like you were dying as the days passed.


    Emotion was no more. She was a doll in this place. Her face gave away nothing and everyone was disgusted with her. She wanted to tell them the truth. She had a friend once but that was when she had a name. Now she could barely remember her name, and that friend.....(s)he now was the leader of her prison.


    She used to believe that he would never do that, but then he saw her. He saw her the first time she had gone without feeding, and he almost died. She understood. She would hate herself if she had that emotion left.


    Her dull red lifeless eyes looked at the door as it creaked open. She felt herself being brought into a bright room and had to squint after being left in the dark for so long. The guards let her go and she knew by now not to fight back. She stood there looking at the ground until she heard Them tell her to look up.


    Memories came flowing back when she met their eyes but she stomped them down. Those wouldn't help her now. She knew that, but that didn't stop the emotions from quickly flashing in her eyes.


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    ((It's alright! I just kind of had something and typed it up >.< I was thinking that they became friends when the other person was younger but as the other character got older their parents found out. As a result, they threw them in the cage with her when she had been without blood so they could see the type of monster they had befriended. As a result, she lunged for them but their parents stopped her so they could rescue their child from her. Now the kid has grown up and taken over the family business and inherited his family's secret weapon (my character). So they have this whole she tried to kill me but we were friends once thing going on. I don't know it's just an idea but if you have a different idea feel free to run with that! Like I said it was just something I typed up lol))

    OOC: Sorry bout the wait.


    IC: Xzavior wasn't quite sure how to feel seeing Mia standing there numb to any outside source other than to verbal commands. It didn't sit right with him in the first place but the fact that it was someone he used to spend all his time with completely ruined any attempts to disconnect himself from her. Time to man up here kid. With a silent sigh he walked into a room and with a stoic look asked, "Whose command do you follow?" God that didn't feel right saying.

    The familiar voice reached ears and she looked up with empty eyes. "Whoever bears the rose on their wrist", she answered with a voice void of emotion. Only those who were in line to take over the clan got the rose burned into their flesh. A lesson she had quickly learned when she first came here. The familiar face flashed into her mind but younger and terrified as she prepared to rip into him. It was a memory that still haunted her to this day.


    ((It's alright :) ))

    He gave a satisfied nod. Well, as satisfied as one could get when talking to a drone that you used to call friend. That day also echoed in his mind. But not as a nightmare. Just a regret. He should have done something for her. Something a lot more then cry out in terror and call her a monster. It was only natural for her to have snapped like that, being starved, and he knew that now. "What are your primary orders?" Standard issue questions. What is she supposed to do on a daily basis and all that. The rose was something he didn't really look forward to. Not into getting burned so much. But it was something he would deal with. Like everything else.

    Her eyes glanced between him and the guards with a weary expression. She knew he was supposed to be next in line but she didn't see the rose. Hesitation made her pause for a split second before answering. "To kill the ones that are in the clan's way. I'm usually allowed to feed while out doing the mission. Once in a while I bring back a spy or deserter." The mention of killing didn't even seem to phase her as she said it. In fact, the mention of blood made her red eyes go scarlet and her fangs extend just barely pa st her lips before she retracted them.

    Xzavior would be getting the rose later tonight. Right after this... 'interview' was done in fact. Another nod for her response. Her slip was ignored for the most part. Both for hesitating to answer and for her feral slip. The guards didn't have anyone to pass that information onto unless they were informing anyone who might be after the head of the clan. Letting him know of his softness for her. But then he was sure a lot of people knew he was more of a soft one. He made up for it by getting things done very effectively. He didn't know what else to do here and it bothered him somewhat.

    When no more questions came she went back to lying on the cot. It beat just sitting there and making eye contact. Instead, she turned her attention to the ceiling and waited for the steps to fade away. Silence had become her friend over the years as she learned there was safety in it. Still, her ears latched on to any sound that drifted her way.

    Xzavior would leave quickly after not being able to think of anything else to ask. But he would return the next day, by himself. The rose on his wrist and all, though it was bandaged until it was completely healed over. It was actually quite sensitive to the air. And every touch. He came by more or less quietly and stood there for a moment looking in. Why did he feel so guilty for this? Shouldn't he just completely accept it like everyone else had?

    The smell of charred flesh had alerted her before he even stopped to glance in. Still, she got up and was kneeling by the time he got to the door. He was one of the ones she was to follow. It was her duty and she knew how to behave when it came to them. "How can I serve you today", she asked as she avoided eye contact. Her body was wire tight as she looked forward to the possibility of a hunt. It would mean the red liquid she needed to live a good life would be coursing through her once more. The urge to unsheathe her fangs came from these thoughts but she forced them to stay sheathed.

    He stood there awkwardly as she kneeled before him. He was used to people following orders and such but not so much having people show this kind of respect. And not without him being exactly present. So with a bit of a sad sigh he shook his head slightly, "First off, relax, if I'm the only one present then you aren't inclined to be formal. But no, no missions." Her tenseness was noted but more or less ignored. He wasn't starving her but if she was hungry he would do something about it later. Scratch that. He had an idea, "Actually, I got something. Follow me."

    She took his word and stood up slowly. Her eyes met his and she watched him mull over an idea before telling her to follow him. She followed slowly after him and kept her eyes down to the ground. She didn't want to catch anyone's attention while he was taking her somewhere. Her eyes would occasionally flick to the back of his head before returning to the ground.

    OOC: So what time era are they in btw?


    Xzavior had made a stop by the armory to grab a bow and quiver before leading her out of the compound into the surrounding wilderness, ignoring anyone that passed them by and declined the offer of an escort as he headed out with her. Once they were within the night filled forest he stood still and just listened for a moment. "I think you've been in that cell long enough. So how about a bit of hunting." He looked over at her to gauge her reaction as he nocked an arrow still listening for prey.

    ((Hm....I'm fine with any time era. I was kind of picturing a more medieval era but I think any era would really work. I'm open to any time period so if you have one that would work better for a plot idea you have then we can go with that :) ))


    She watched as he grabbed the bow and arrow with hesitation. Was he planning to take her out and then kill her in the woods? It would take more than an arrow to kill her but that still kept her on edge. Her eyes could see clearly in the dark woods and she watched as he nocked an arrow. His question had caught her off guard and she hesitated. "Hunting would be nice", she finally answered. Her eyes held suspicion as she stood there and took a careful sniff of the night air.


    Dead animal's, dung, and plants filled the air around her. She turned her focus away from that and focused for the smell of human blood. His scent filled her nose and she took a step away to distance herself. It had been a while since she ate and didn't trust herself enough to stand there while she was in hunting mood. The heartbeat of an animal reached her ears and she turned towards the sound.

    (Oh no that works, I was just making sure I didn't grab a gun in medieval times haha!)


    Her suspicion was duly noted, along with the careful step away from him, but when she agreed that it would be a good idea to be out here he smiled a bit and let her try to sniff out the prey. She had the better senses for it. So when she turned to a possible target he carefully pulled back on the string and took a few silent steps towards the spot to try to not startle the animal away. He looked over at Mia and said, "Either flush it out or take it down don't matter much." It was not a small animal thankfully.

    She had watched as he quietly approached the animal. At the offer she gave a quick nod to show she understood before rolling her head and unsheathing her fangs. Her eyes had turned the same scarlet from earlier and she did a quick shake of her arms and legs. She focused on the heartbeat to pinpoint the location before she dived into the nearest bush. The sound of struggling could be heard and a yowl of pain rang through the area. There was a few more seconds of struggling and then the woods went deadly silent.


    Mia looked down at the big cat and forced herself to unlatch from its neck and sheathe her fangs. She popped up from over the hedge, eyes still scarlet, and motioned towards where it lay. "What would you like me to do with it? Would you like me to bring it over to you", she asked while keeping an eye on where he was pointing the crossbow.

    He un-nocked the arrow and slung the bow over his shoulder, motioning to the beast with the arrow he shrugged with a grin, "It's your kill, do what you want with it. I'm not looking to stock our food supplies so it's more of a hunt for fun more than anything. But good job." He didn't like the mistrust she was showing against him. Perhaps he would have to find some way to get her to be a little more at ease with him around.