Dinner Time (Tristan)

[Harmony Ferguson]

Harmony needed food. Devon was off doing whatever he did when he went out. Sometimes she didn't even ask him where he was going just because she didn't want to know. Especially not after his excursion to the blood bar the other night. She just didn't want to know anymore.

Blue eyes scanned the hallway and she listened intently for a moment before she discreetly made her way though the halls. If Devon found out she slipped out of their room while he was gone he would have a cow, but Harmony was hungry. She had to "feed" just as much as Devon did, and she felt stupid when she asked a slave to go get her food when she herself was a slave. Harmony did everything she could to avoid Tristan Holt. She didn't know what it was about herself that Tristan had been attracted to during Devon's absence, but he certainly took advantage of her fear of him. Devon would have preferred Harmony stay locked away in her room for as long as Tristan remained, but Harmony was not the sort to keep away in her room. She felt lonely and miserable locked away in her bedroom like that. She felt like some sort of caged animal. And what were the chances of Tristan coming into the kitchen? He was a vampire... He didn't eat normal food. And if he wanted blood from the blood fridge, he would more than likely send a slave to retrieve it.

She found the kitchen with ease and looked around the room thoughtfully for a moment, debating over what to fix for herself. She pondered it a few minutes longer before she started getting things out to make an alfredo pasta sauce. She went ahead and set the chicken in the frying pan to cook while she mixed up the alfredo, humming softly as she worked. She was in the process of dicing mushrooms up when she knicked herself with the knife. She cursed under her breath as she dropped everything she was doing. She looked around the kitchen hurriedly for something to wrap her finger up in and staunch the bleeding. She couldn't afford to attract any unwanted attention with her blood right now. Not when Devon was out. She would never hear the end of it if something happened and Devon couldn't protect her. She grabbed a dish towel and wrapped it around her finger securely, trying to stop the bleeding. She secured it with a rubber band and ran back to her food before it could burn, flipping things and stirring things, sighing softly.

She prayed there were no vampires near by. There was no telling what trouble one single little drop of blood could cause among a vampire coven.

[Tristan Holt]

Much like Harmony, Tristan craved something to fill that void, something to force back the dreaded hunger that plagued every vampire. Unlike Harmony, it was blood he desired not that tasteless human version of food.

This evening was just like the one that came before, the master vampire awoke alone in his vast bed, Victoria had been crossing his mind more and more these days. The anniversary of her death was fast approaching, Tristan was not looking forward to that particular day. It would likely be the same as the year before, he would isolate himself in his suite for the entire night. No-one would be able to reach him, not even his sweet little Anna. His feet lead him down a familiar corridor, towards the kitchen. It was a path he so often walked.

A sweet scent filled the area, blood. Someone had cut themselves, it knock him clean out of his depression train of thought. His feet stopped, if his heart beat it would be pounding hard against his chest in excitement, in anticipation of tasting whoever's blood this was. His hunger was greater than usual, Tristan had not feed since the early hours of yesterday evening.

Red slowly crept, consuming his normally deep blue eyes. The blood lust was eating away at his rational mind, snapping his control. Without thinking he rushed into the kitchen, his eyes searched for the source of this delicious scent, quickly falling upon the form of Harmony. A cruel, hungry smirk spread across his lips, twisting his facial features. He would taste the kitten, he would drain her dry. Striding slowly towards her, his eyes were glued to her form. He was the predator with his sights set upon his prey, ready to strike and consume his fill.

This was going to be enjoyable. He was going to cross a line, his rational mind would have prevented him from crossing. Tristan was no longer thinking rationally, his hunger, his vampiric nature was in control and it wanted her blood. Even if Devon were in the room, to protect her from him that would not stop him, the master vampire. No-one would stop him, he would kill anything that got in his way, killing and maiming anyone who tried to prevent him sinking his fangs into her swan like neck. He could envision himself ripping Devon’s head clean off his shoulder for simply standing in his way, oh what a thrill that would be, even if it did mean he would lose a member of the council.

Nothing else mattered, red clouded his vision drove him forward. Her blood in this moment was everything to him.

[Harmony Ferguson]

Her head lifted from her food when she heard someone else come into the kitchen. Her face paled and her eyes widened when she saw Tristan. She looked down to her finger, still wrapped up in the towel then back up to Tristan. Really? Really? Of all the vampires that could be walking by the kitchen at the exact moment she cut herself cooking?

Her body tensed when she watched that twisted, evil grin stretch across his lips. There was no doubt in her mind he was in a blood lust. She didn't even have to look at the red irises of his eyes to know. She knew Tristan well enough. Her eyes quickly darted around the kitchen for some sort of weapon, but there was none. None that could save her anyway. The mansion was completely void of anything harmful to vampires. Her body tensed even more and she grabbed the knife that laid next to her hand. She knew it couldn't do any serious damage like a silver blade could, but a knife could still cause some serious pain for a minute or two. A minute or two was all she would need to either get away to a safe place where he wouldn't be able to touch her or try and knock him down or fight him.

A vampire in blood lust was very powerful and heart to control, yes, but they also only focused on one thing. They didn't always think and act rationally. All that was on their mind was the blood they smelled and yearned for. That was the only disadvantage a woman like Harmony, an ex hunter, would need in order to gain the upper hand. She clutched at it and slowly backed her self away from him as he made his approached toward him. The knife held at her side, ready to strike if she had to. Blue eyes watched him intently as she backed slowly away. She knew this little dance of theirs wouldn't last much longer. He was unfortunately much, much faster than her and could easily catch up to her.

Harmony had always thought Tristan to be the sort to enjoy the hunt. He would torment a little, tease and taunt. Maybe... she hoped. She wasn't so confident in that belief when it came to blood lust Tristan. That's what made her nervous. The Tristan Holt she was used to could be easily predicted. This was a side of Tristan Harmony never saw and she never wished to again after this. She thought she might have felt her heart, which was racing sporadically, in her throat. She resisted the urge to clutch at her chest to try and sooth the quick, heavy pounding. He would hear it either way no doubt.

Devon. Sweet baby Jesus. Where was he? Was he still mad enough with her because of their fight about the blood bar? She knew there wasn't much anyone could do to save her. He was the Master Vampire after all, but if someone didn't step in and do something anything to distract Tristan, he would drain her dry. And Harmony, as much as she welcomed death in the beginning of her servitude... she was not ready to die now. "Master Holt." She said softly, doing her best to keep her tone calm and steady, but there was a soft quiver in her voice. "What are you doing here... in the kitchen, M'lord?"

[Tristan Holt]

Every step was heavier than the last, Tristan deliberately slowly crossed the room, closing the gap between himself and his hungry that raged on. Her blood was nothing but it stirred, enticed the darkness within, the hungry nature that lurked beneath his handsome features. It waited, ready to strike when the moment was right. This was most definitely right. Harmony, his terrified kitten was mere feet from him. He could so easily, take her into his arms and sink his pearly white fangs into her swan like neck and drain her dry.

It sounded perfect, it would a murder most foul but the end result would be worth it, his hunger would be sated and he would have tasted her sweet, fear filled blood. His playfully cruel eyes watched her flitted about, trying to find something, anything to protect herself from his oncoming attack, it was inevitable. This had been coming for a long time, Tristan craved his kitten’s blood for quite sometime. Her fear was the spice that drew him closer to his goal but each time, Devon that thorn in his side got his way forcing him to take two steps back and change his route to his end goal, to this very moment.

Blood lusts such as this one was the bane of his existence. It was simply apart of his very nature. Something had to live with, something that had gotten worse over the last few decades, grief had changed him, changed his character, harden his already cooling heart. Victoria’s death had been his trigger, his death in a way. The man had died that day, the vampire had risen from the ashes taking commanded, with an ice cold, iron fist.

A knife? A small yet sharp knife would do nothing to him, yes it would penetrate his flesh but nothing more than that. If it had been silver, the end result would be an completely different story but trace of silver could be found in his coven. A harsh chuckle escaped his lips as he inched closer “ A knife kitten?” He teased before adding “If you want to play rough, I can be plenty rough darling” This was all one big game for the blood craving, now red eyed vampire.

This deadly dance could easily change at the drop of a hat, Harmony could run and oh how that excite him, to make his blood pump and rush through him like liquid fire. Something about her voice, draw him closer to reality, back to control. It brought back uneasy memories, memories of his confident, commanding mate. For a moment, it was not Harmony in the kitchen fearful of him, clutching that knife in her hand but his Victoria. The red receded slowly, blood lust lingered but not long was in complete control of him.

“Your blood, the scent drew me here kitten” His tone was calmer, less intimated and the threat lingered, reminding her that she was still bleeding in the presence of a hungry vampire who could easily overpower and kill her before she could fight back.

[Harmony Ferguson]

Blue eyes watched him wearily as he moved closer and closer. She wanted to cry so badly, but she did not. The defiant side of her refused to allow him to think he terrified her that much. All those days she spent laying in his bed with him. She refused to sleep, fearful of what he might do to her. Oh the irony of it all. That he would strike when Devon was back home. She would never hear the end of this from him. If she lived that was. He was not here to protect her. He was out, spiting Harmony for her ill behavior no doubt. Harmony didn't really know where he was. Only that he was not here to save her for once.

Her body tensed at his words and she looked down at the knife. He was laughing at her. Not really, but in his head, and in his tone of voice. The knife would be useless against him. She knew that well enough already. And as she backed away, she realized she had backed herself into a corner of the counter. No place to run now. She was either going to have to accept her fate or fight. Neither looked like such a great option at this moment. What to do. What to do. She looked up to him, growing anxious and not entirely sure what to do.

She laid the knife down and clutched at the towel around her finger. She had to think quickly. It was obvious Devon wouldn't be coming in to save her any time soon. As much as she wished she would. "L-lord Holt... I realize that the rules of the coven do not apply to you, but... think of all the chaos among the council members you would create if you were to disrespect Lord Soulstrick's wishes. He has made it clear that none but he shall touch me. Can't you imagine the mutiny that you would cause if you disrespected your own council member wishes." It took every fiber of her being not to try and bolt from her spot. She knew better though. He could catch her before she even took half a step. She hoped he would sober up enough from her words. She hoped he saw the resoning she was trying to give him. His blatant disrespect towards Devon could easily turn members against him. He was but one man, and though he was the oldest member on the council, if council members turned on him, a good portion of the coven surely would do the same.

[Tristan Holt]

Strange…..

How could the voice of this one woman, bring him out of his blood lust. His kitten was getting closer to him, this would not do! He would have no further attachment to this particular human, she was another’s blood servant and he had almost broken one of his own laws. If he had sunk his fangs into her swan like neck, then Devon had every right to kill him for his crime. His crime against another council member, what was he going to do.

He could easily permanently silence Harmony but everything would still point to him, Devon would be grieve driven to his door step, ready to rip his elder apart for his sin. No, this would not do, this option was quickly discarded. The only option left on the table was simply to avoid her at all cost, whenever she was around, he would disappear. Yes that seemed like the best choice. He was simply to attached to his head to lose it because of some weak human female.

It was decided, Harmony would no longer be his kitten, his toy to tease and play mind games with. How frustrating, he would have to find another and soon. Boredom was something he did not take well to, he hated to be bored. It was a waste of time, being bored. His feet stopped their approach, his eyes closed for but a moment as thought of death filled his mind. Her blood smelled glorious, the cloth of the towel did nothing to hide from his sensitive nose. It enhanced the smell as it was absorbed into the soft material, it was drive him mad.

Normally he would taunt her about Devon not being here to save her, but not this time. It was time to take his leave. “Harmony” was all he could utter before quickly turning on his heel. It was a complete three hundred and sixty turn of mere moments previously. Maybe spending time with Anna was changing, bring light and laughter back into his life but only time would tell.