Eiyuu Kishi Den

The elder vampire had returned many hours previous but found it worth his while to watch the two younger vampires while they slept, concealing his presence as well as he could. They had taken residence up on his slab, while Xerephex did not mind the intrusion, he found the way they cuddled interesting. It was daylight now, early morning, able to be told by the unique scent of evaporating dew, however that scent was masked by the scent of the two women Xerephex had whisked away to his tower after seducing them. Now they lay oblivious and sleeping in the upper chambers, dominated by his gaze and ready for his guests to graze upon. "Good morning children." he said through telepathy, his sugared voice burrowing into their subconscious. "I trust you slept well. It is time to rise and shine, time to face the day."

Ileta jerked awake as the voice cut through her thoughts. Lifting her head, she saw Xerephex watching them. She would have blushed if she could, but the blood no longer rose in her cheeks. The young vampiress drew up on her knees and looked down at her thighs, avoiding his gaze. He still intimidated her. "I hope you don't mind, it looked like the best place to rest," she said.

Aryen's eyes opened slowly, almost calmly as he heard the voice cut through his thoughts into his dreams, he shifted before leaning up. Ileta had already been awake, and her gaze was away, avoiding Xerephex's, she still must have had a hard time seeing one of such elder power. He looked straight into Xere's eyes, to him this kind of look was one all too familiar, his creator Zehenia greeting him at his awakenings in such a manner. "Yeah, seems like we chose an odd place to sleep, however it felt comfortable nonetheless." he said while running his fingers through his hair, showing his boldness before such a stronger vampire.

Xerephex found Aryen's brashness amusing. "I assure you, I have no qualms with the two of you taking a respite upon my slab." the elder vampire stated, writing it off with a small shrug. "I brought the two of you breakfast, if you are so willing to dine so early. Don't worry too much about their mental faculties, I have them quite incapacitated." With a small turn he started towards the door. "Oh, and do me a favor, don't kill the two of them. Hunger and instinct is one thing, lack of decorum and ability to restrain your bestial urges is another. You can farm them for blood over several days if you don't kill them, taking just enough to make do. That's what I did with my own parents, shortly after I turned- after I found livestock not to my liking back then." He said casually over his shoulder. "Although I say it's a favor it's really rather non-negotiable. Kill them and I'll drag you out into the sunlight and watch you burn with much enjoyment. I do not tolerate disrespect for my rules under my roof."

Thoroughly intimidated by Xerephex, Ileta nodded shakily in response. She had only fed a few times, and each time she had killed her victims; she had know idea she could feed on people more than once. The question remained though; could she control herself?

Aryen's eyes widened at the sudden comment from Xerephex, if they were to overfeed on their victims he would kill them for it? He certainly wasn't expecting such a response. Gritting his teeth at the threat, he wiped his face of the anger that was showing, he had to keep his temper if they were to have a safe keep away from their hunters. "I see, then we will control ourselves, no need to worry." he said assuring him, his gaze turning to Ileta, he could already see that he was having an extreme effect on her. "Dont worry, ill be by your side to ensure nothing happens."he whispered into her mind.

Aryen's voice of support soothed Ileta's anxiety, but not entirely; Xerephex still intimidated her.

With their meals waiting for them upstairs, Aryen and Ileta headed up through the winding old stone staircase to their chambers. First, Aryen would oversee Ileta's feast, then go to his own. Ileta clung to Aryen's hand all the way up the stairs and into the first room where young brunette woman in a plain peasant dress laid on what seemed to be the remains of a bed. Ileta looked up at Aryen, then entered the room hesitantly, sitting beside her soon-to-be victim. Uncertainly, she leaned in for the throat, the only place she had bitten thus far.

"The inner thigh tastes better than the neck." Xerephex said, as he cleaned the upper hall with a straw broom he bought in town. He didn't bother looking over his shoulder to check whether or not either of them were going for the neck. It was a natural instinct for beasts to go for the crippling part. "It's also more possible to control yourself if you bite the thigh. You can't beat the taste, and the ability to control your demonic urge to tear them apart makes the thigh one of the best places to bite. I once knew a vampire who liked the navel. I never saw the need to bite near the navel, it's too showy. Too many barbarians wore clothes that barely covered their upper body, but they all knew to cover their inner thighs. It's a survival instinct I suppose. Smarter, older vampires live by curbing their bestial desires, and younger, stupider vampires hone their beastly instincts."

Aryen's gaze turned to Xerephex, before back to the two victims intent to be their meals. "I had never been told of such a place to feed, but...maybe its for the best to listen to him. Don't worry, I will stop you if you delve too far into the thirst." he said before settling himself beside her, intentions set on keeping her from killing her prey.

Ileta hesitated at Xerephex's intervention, but she was glad someone had spoken up before she sank her fangs in. Nervously, she followed his instructions and pushed up the woman's skirts to reveal her thighs. Still nervous and apprehensive, Ileta leaned in, turned the woman's leg to the side, and found the pulsing artery. Lacking much of the gusto she had with her first few kills, Ileta sank her fangs in, punctured the skin and began to drink.

Aryen watched as she moved onto her meal, he knew she had the initiative to feed as much as she could, but not kill her prey....hopefully. Moving onto his own meal, he looked her over, before leaning down, and pushing up the womans skirt, revealing her thighs. He leaned in, his body almost instinctively finding the right spot, feeling the pulses of blood and veins beneath the flesh. With an inward grin he leaned in, turning the womans leg to the side and sinking his fangs in, feeling the gush of blood rush over his lips and fangs.