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Elizabeth could hear his heart beat quicken and could feel the rush of his blood just blow his skin rush through his veins. She loved his reaction, to her it was hilarious. But just as it started, he seemed to pick up on her game. She raised an eyebrow at his retreating his. With a roll of her eyes, she said, "your no fun." She moves one hand to lace her fingers into his hair. The other still held his shoulder. She then leans in and licks his neck just before she bites into his skin.

"I could," Elizabeth leaned into him. Her lips brushed his, knowing very well how this would make him feel, which was the reason to why she was doing this. This was a game to her, but something else to him. "But I won't," she tells him truthfully. There was no reason to lie. She had no mercy towards men, besides the fact that she didn't kill them all yet. She closes his eyes, feeling his breath on her skin. Her lips lean in just a little closer, not fully kissing him yet but just giving him a small taste of what could happen if she allowed it. Her hands slid down to his shoulders, holding herself as she oh so gently rolled her hips on him. She couldn't help but smirk as she did this to him.

Elizabeth smirked, exposing her fangs. "You don't need tell me twice." She tells him. She her hands push at his unbuttoned shirt to expose his chest. Her eyes looked over it admiringly. She lifted her eyes to his neck. She could feel her mouth water. One hand went to his neck, trailing her finger up. Her other hand went to caress his cheek. "Your very handsome Alexander," she whispers and looks back up to his eyes. "It's a shame your stuck in here." She lifted his chin, pulling him closer to her. A little game won't her before drinking, would it?

A man, actually understanding what she's done? She was surprised. She certainly thought he hated the system, hated that he was a blood slave. But instead he somewhat agreed with her. Except he didn't think it helped. But he was wrong. It did help. Seeing men in pain, just like she had been, made her feel better. It made all this worth it. It made giving up her humanity worth it, or so that's what she's convinced herself. She wondered though, who the girl was that hurt him. But that thought only lingered for a moment. In fact, this whole thing only lasted for a moment. She pulled herself away from him and sat up. She shouldn't be doing this. She was meant to hurt him, not make him like this moment. "Enough," she said after he said he didn't hate her. She just wanted to feed now. She moved to stratal him as he sat leaning on the wall. With he knees bent and on ether side of him- causing her dress to ride up a bit- she looked into his eyes. She rested her hands on his chest and slowly slid them upwards, a mischievous look in her eyes.

Elizabeth felt his hands run through her hair. She closed her eyes, hating herself for actually enjoying this. It's been years since she seeked comfort like this. She listens to him, and for a moment wondered if he was speaking of how he was treated. He was treated pretty bad, the way she teased him, tortured him, starved him and stripped him from his rights . So maybe this was worse for him. But still, life out there was equally as bad. Plus she didn't care if he preferred the better one. "Do you hate the system Alexander?" Elizabeth asked him, her eyes still closed.

Thanks

Anyone want to collab with a human girl I'm making with the Isabella Derrick as the face claim. I'm up for anything

Anyone? I have a feeder free and a vampire

You mind starting off plz

The cuffs fell against the wall and he was finally free. She watched as he stood up and moved his arms. Her eyes followed him when he started to walk around. Lucky for him, she didn't need to tackle him down to make sure he didn't try to escape. She knew he wouldn't try it, or if he did he at least she knew he wouldn't get far. This place was guarded like a prison. After he went to the bed, Elizabeth decided to join him. She walked over there and kicked off her heels. She then crawled to his side and sat down next to him, where she did something that was a bit surprising. She moved to lay her head on his chest and cuddled into him, laying her hands on his chest too. This wasn't her trying to show affection, because she had no feelings for him, but really to just take a moment and relax. Despite her hate for men, she liked to find comfort in them. Over years, during her one night stands, she would do that. Just cuddle into them and let them hold her. She probably would tell them how she feels too, but after that she'll never see them again. That was the good part too for her, she wouldn't have to worry about looking weak if she never sees them. As much as she hated them, they held the thing she wished she could have gotten from her first love. And sadly, she hated herself for liking that in them- though only some possessed this part really. "You wouldn't want to know," she assures him as she stares at the wall. "The world is a cruel place." But then again she was the one that was hurting him, teasing him but not loving him.

The chains rattled as he pulled at them. She moved Kurt a little closer. She loved the way she affected him. To know she effected him that way. If she were to be honest, she wouldn't be able to control herself and may take all his blood. It didn't mean she was afraid, because it didn't make a difference to her if he was dead or not. Well, besides the fact that getting another feeder would be hard. "Here," she said and used her speed to grab the keys that hung by the door and appear in front of him again, only taking up about two seconds. She moved to unchain now. Maybe she could enjoy her time with him for now.

Sure. His ur feeder after all now. So want to have her go to pic him up from city hall or just go straight to her place?

Her eyes scanned over him. He seemed to be in no condition of being feed on. Yet here he was offering her his blood. He was very loyal, that much she knew. Was this all to show her how much he loved her? The thought bothered her. But at the same time, at least she wouldn't have to worry about losing his loyalty, or at least she hopes so. She hated fakers. But it didn't matter if he was faking it or not, she would never feel the same way towards him. To anyone. He had no chose but to obey her. He was the one chained up after all. Elizabeth smirked, an evil thought playing at her mind. What was better than hurting someone than by teasing them but never caring back? That's what she'll do to him, and she'll enjoy it too.

She pushed herself to stand up again, slowly walking towards him. "You'd offer yourself to me? Even at this condition that you are in?" She asked him with a raised brow. She leaned closer to him, getting a better look. She lifted his head to look at him, moving her thumb over his lip. "Aren't you scared if I take it all?"

Anyone?

─ Armis ─── Derrel ─── Augustin ────
  

     〖Aɢᴇ〗➺ 19〖Sᴇx〗➺ ♂〖Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ〗➺             Striaght 〖Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs〗➺ Human

      〖Portrayed By〗➺ { Lucas Coly }
  

➺Hᴀɪʀ : Black and brown ends
➺Eʏᴇs: Dark Brown
➺Sᴋɪɴ: Medium brown
➺Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'2"

  

─────────────────────Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
    Armis is a a total flirt. He loves to tease and play around. He enjoys people's company and loves to hang. Back in school everyone loved to be near him. He doesn't believe in anyone being better than the other, and he doesn't think he's better than anyone now that he's semi famous. But for him to be the way he is, he has to like you. Well, really, he just doesn't have to a hate you. Now a days, with almost everyone being a vampire, that's very hard for him not to do. He hates vampires and what they have done, and he shows no mercy to their kind. But there's nothing much he can do being that he is chained up all the time.

──── lɪᴋᴇs ×××
➺ Music ➺ Sleeping ➺ Sex
─── dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs ×××
➺ Chained up ➺ Vampires ➺ Being told what to do
── sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ×××
➺ Clowing around ➺ Stalling ➺ Forgetting
─ wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ×××
➺ Controling his anger ➺ Sexual temptation ➺ Kindness

──────────────────────Bᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ
     Armis Augustin was born in Paris, France, but had moved to America at the age of thirteen with his parents for his father's new appointed job. Armis made an easy switch from his old life to his new, learning the new language but remembering his old one. He grew up with friends his age that helped him assimilate easily. Later in his years, at age seventeen, he wanted to pursue his dream in becoming an artist and hopefully moving to Hollywood. He practiced day after day, making songs with lyrics that he came up with, both in English and French. He used social media to put out his albums and soon enough his name started to spread. By the age of nineteen he moved out to his own place with a small studio, now making more videos, songs and money. He goes to visit his parents when the Vampires invade and take over.


〖Cᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs〗➺
━ fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ×× Taylor Simeson ~ Taken away
━ mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ×× Livia Russel ~ Changed

Elizabeth sat down at the foot of the bed. She crossed her bare legs and pushed her curled hair back so it won't tickle her skin. "Good... Good. I could do a whole lot better. The damn city hall is acting up. They've requested me for meetings all day. I barely got any beauty sleep," she said with a sigh. Waking up earlier than she normally would isn't her cup of tea. But it's part of being the queen, so she couldn't complain.

Elizabeth set her hands on rather side of her and leaned back, letting her arms hold her up. She looks at him and continues to speak. As much as she hated men, she actually told Alexander a lot about her day. Which was funny, because shouldn't you not waste your time with someone you hate? "I haven't had a single of drop today, and I'm pretty parched. Sadly you seem like you barely have any in you." She frowns. It was bad enough that he was skinny. Now he was starving. "I just came back to the manor and I wouldn't want to go to the feeding facility." She adds with another sigh. It was tough being the queen, that was for sure.

((Ur good. I was busy today too))

Elizabeth walked straight up to him. But this time she didn't unchain him like the last time. Not yet at least. She stood before him, gazing into his green eyes when he looked up. He looked horrible, which was a shame since he was very handsome. But oh well. She could care less about how he looks. She grabbed his face and tilted his head to the side to examine his wound she had last left on his neck. She didn't even bother to say hello back. After a few seconds, she spoke. "It's a good thing the servant came in to clean up your wound. Or else you would have bleed to death, and at the moment we're short of feeders. Which is too bad, because I went to pick out a new one yesterday." Elizabeth tells him. She had actually tried to get a new feeder. But with the meetings and everything, the amount of feeder has been low. There's been rumors of men hiding, thus causing a low amount of men at the moment. So lucky for him, he wouldn't be replaced like she said. She released his head and walked back to the bed.

For three days, the queen did not allow Alexander food nor his pills. But he was given water by the servant. After coming back from a meeting, in which she wore a black short dressed that exposed her collar and shoulders, Elizabeth decided to go check on him. Not to see if he was doing okay, but to see how bad he was doing. She didn't care about him, especially not after what he said to her last. Let him be weak, that would make her happy. She walked down the hall to the feeders room. Hopefully, she could have a little fun by torturing him. She did need to release some steam from the meeting today. But would he be able to handle it with three days of no food and medicine?

Elizabeth reached the feeders room and had her guard open the door for her. She walked in, like last time her black heels clicking on the wooden floor. She heard the door shut after her. Her brown eyes looked around for a moment before falling on the chained body.

((Want to rp?))

Elizabeth glanced over her office. From the fire place, to the books, then back to the chair Hana sat on. She had done a few changes to this office when she choose his manor, such as change the desk, add the painting of her father, choose books she thought were useful, or preferred to read. She hadn't done much though, which she started to regret now. She was thinking of changing it into something new, something more her. Bot with being the queen now, it seemed like the last thing to come to her mind. "Thank you," she said, but with no smile. "You may leave now," she tells her since she was done advising her, or warning her.