Competing Royalty

Victor Rollins


Victoria Evans

@ Mother.Of.Dragons
They were being lead down the biggest corridor that Victor had laid his eyes on in a long time, the silver chains on his wrists and ankles slowly burning and leaving scars. He looked around, his bright eyes taking everything in trying to memorize the walls looked and how he would cover it in the royal family's blood when he was finally out of this ludicrous situation and back to power where he belonged. Where, his father had promised the crown would be his, and the humans would be their's to command. The vile creatures that dared to chain him and treat him like a bitch! The only sound was that of breathing from the five other vampires in front of him and the chains clanking onto the marble floor causing this ominious metal sound that just made it grate on your nerves. They hadn't let any of the new slaves cut their hair, only be clean shaven, since they wanted them to look presentable for the royal family. He didn't quite understand that. His blonde locks fell into his face, making him appear quite rugged. Licking his fangs, he longed to lunge at this bastard in front of him and simply sink his fangs into his neck and drain him dry, but he hadn't been fed except the smallest amount of blood to make them not feral, but at the same time keep them weak and feeble. He was brought into the main room, and made to kneel before them. He had never in his life felt so angry about anything ever. He brought his silver eyes up to meet those of the young girl before him. His back still hurt from the beating he had received that morning for his "insolence".

@ JesterOfGenocide;
Victoria stood up straight as the vampires began to line up. Every bone in her body was telling her to run, but her feet felt like they were stuck to the ground. She had begged and pleaded with her father to not make her get a vampire. Everything about them scared her to her core, and just being near one made her want to flea. Though her father quickly squashed her hope, telling her that it was not a choice. He wanted to look strong, and powerful, and one way to do that was to even allow his own daughter to own one of these file beasts. It showed the country that they were tamed, and that they were strong.
As they started to bow to her, Victoria held her breath. They all looked menacing with their long fangs. And of course there was not even a single woman in the line up. This was probably her father's doing...Perhaps it showed that even the males were tamed or something ridiculous like that. The owner urged Victoria to get closer to inspect the fine specimen that they offered. Only the best and most well trained, he assured her. Though her instincts told her to move away, Victoria took a small step forward and started to walk down the line. She knew she would get in trouble if she turned them away. So it was best to just pick one and send them to work for someone else in the castle.
Her eyes quickly glazed over the slaves before her, trying to find whatever one seemed to be the less threatening. Though all of them looked pissed to be there....and hungry. And of course all of them were strong males. Goodness, why couldn't they throw in a weak old man! That way she could just throw him in a corner with a book to read, and claim that he was too old to really do anything for her. After a few moments, Victoria waved to the man with the long blonde hair. She supposed that he would just have to do. At least this way she could get the rest of them away from her. "This one will do fine. Send the others away and prepare him." Victoria said before turning around and heading off, trying not to run while doing so.

@ Mother.Of.Dragons
Victor wasn't exactly sure why this girl looked so utterly terrified. It wasn't as if they were all in chains and had to do every single one of her commands and wills and had to listen to her and the family otherwise they would get the shit beat out of them. As he watched her, he could practically smell the fear. He suddenly hoped she picked him, just so he could overpower her at some point and overthrow the king, then let their blood cover the hallways. Then the vampires would be restored to their rightful place at the top of the kingdom.
Hearing her say she wanted him, the blonde one, made his insides jump from adrenaline. He hoped she wasn't smart and he could just manipulate her. He was then taken away and scrubbed and his hair tied back as well as his rags taken away for a kind of suit type thing. Since he was going to be in the royal house, they thought it appropriate that he wore the suit, but it was still a commoner's suit. He didn't mind. It was much more comfortable than a loin cloth. He was presented back to the princess, the chain around his neck a type of leash for her to hold and control him with. They even gave her her own whip so if he misbehaved she could just get him back into action.

@ JesterOfGenocide;

Once the slave was brought back to her, and a whip was placed in her hand, the merchant headed out. Victoria had no idea what a bloody whip was going to do if the beast attacked! Though she had consistently been assured that these vampires were weak, she simply did not trust it. She gripped onto the whip tightly, thinking that it would be better than nothing if he did decided to jump at her. But now that he was in front of her, she had no idea what to do with him. Victoria had no chores she wished him to do, she had no desire for him to be anywhere near her. Though, she did not want to invoke the rage and disappointment of her father either.
So she looked at him, trying to figure out what exactly to do. Surely she could not explain the situation that she was in to him. That would make her look weak and that was a dangerous thing to be. But she had to tell him something. Maybe her best course of action was to act like she felt like she was in control. "Follow me." Victoria said as she walked out of the room and down the hallways. "You are here to serve me, no one else. I do not care what anyone else may need from you, you do not do it unless you get my permission. There are many things that are expected of you during your time here and I highly suggest that you do it right the first time. Now tell me your name."

@ Mother.Of.Dragons
Victor watched her, his silver eyes never leaving her face, which he supposed he shouldn't be looking at her directly in the face. It was just kind of impossible since all her felt for her was a burning rage to just take her leg or her arm off and just start beating the hell out of her with it. He wasn't a distinguished rich boy. He was a vampire and he had learned many things in his time of being alive, well, undead rather. He raised an eyebrow when she didn't say anything for a long time. When he heard her voice he couldn't but think that she was just a spoiled little brat and he couldn't wait to put his fang into that pretty little neck of hers. He just wanted to suck her dry and the thought of doing so just made him want to do it more. Hearing her tell him to tell her his name, he said, "Slave 3030." He waited for a reaction. He wasn't being smart, his name since all of this happened had been slave 3030 and he hoped she didn't call him as such, but knowing humans she would just because it was what everyone wanted her to do. He followed behind her, walking on his two legs again since she was taking rather large strides. It was as if she wanted to get away from him. He wanted to ask questions, but knew for a fact that he shouldn't and that they had advised him to learn his place before he was dead. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was going to be killed this way. He was not going to die as a slave. He would die a freeman or die trying.

@ JesterOfGenocide;

Victoria immediately stopped walking when he gave her his number, whited caused her to immediately breaking out of her tough facade. Turning around to face him, Victoria furrowed her eyebrows as her head titled slightly to the right. "I didn't ask for some number. I asked for your name." There was a clear sense of confusion in her voice as she said it. Victoria knew very little on the protocol for having a slave since her goal was always to stay away from them as far as she could. Plus most of the vampires knew better than to get near her due to who her father was. They feared her father almost as much as she feared them. So for the most part her and the other vampires had an agreement to stay away from each other. Though while Victoria knew of the number system that was in place for the vampires, she had no idea that was meant to be his permanent name. Even if she was aware she wouldn't have called him that anyways.

@ Mother.Of.Dragons
When Victor saw her stop, he noticed her face was rather pallid and he simply watched her, his facial features never wavering as he kept this blank face. Hearing her though, caused his brow to furrow as he sighed and told her, "It's Victor. Well was. My new name is Slave 3030." He said it bitterly, having to grit his teeth to even get the words to come out of his mouth. He hated this. He wished he wasn't a slave and wished he could just get back to how it used to be. Shaking his head slightly, it caused some of his gold locks to fall out of the ribbon that held his hair at bay. He looked down at her, since he had some height on her. How odd. He was bigger than her physically, yet in this world he was much smaller than her. He didn't know whether she was an idiot or just avoided his people all together. All he knew was that he could practically smell the fear that come off of her in waves. He didn't quite understand it at all. But, he supposed that was the way it was supposed to be. He didn't understand her kind and she didn't understand his kind.

@ JesterOfGenocide;

Noticing how close they were again, Victoria turned on her heels and started walking down the hallway again. She could feel her heart racing again, especially after hearing the tone in his voice. What was she going to do if he really got pissed off? Though she was able to get some of her composure back before she started speaking again. "Well Slave 3030 is a ridiculous name and I am sure that you will not disagree with me there." She told him. "I will be calling you Victor unless you rather be called something else." After heading downstairs onto the main floor and going to the back of the castle, Victoria headed down another hallway before stopping at an iron door door. Opening it up, she revealed a little bedroom. There was no window but it did have a bed and a small dresser, which even she knew would be an upgrade from where he normally slept. Most of the slaves in the castle slept in similar rooms like these. Most other places put them into dungeons and chained them up at night. But while Victoria hated vampires, but she couldn't allow for that treatment in her own home so she had convinced her father to do this instead. She refused to treat them the same as she was treated before the revolution...
"This is your room." Victoria told Victor as she moved to the side so that he may look and go inside. She had no plans on getting in the room with him so she stayed by the door. "This is where you will be when you are not needed. Meals will be brought to you before bed. During the day you shall be with me unless I instruct you otherwise. Do you have any questions?"

@ Mother.Of.Dragons
Victor watched the girl in front of her turn on her heels and blinked before sighing and beginning to follow her. Noticing how fast her heart was, gave him an immense amount of pleasure knowing he could frighten here while still being restrained. It was a wonderful feeling to know she was indeed afraid of him. Hearing her speak about his name, he shrugged keeping his face neutral and murmured, "I'm your slave, you can call me whatever you wish." He gritted his teeth as he said the words he had been taught to say by the slave master. His back was covered in scars that seemed to reach down to his lower back. Some were fresh, and you could see the blood at the beginning of his neck. He winced as he walked, knowing the bouncing of him on heels was causing the pain. He started to roll step while walking, making sure he bounced less and kept putting his heels up first and made sure to keep his toes up as he did so. He looked at the room and knew better than to say a word. He heard her say that this was his room, and he bit back his snarky response knowing that that wasn't going to help the situation whatsoever. He walked in slowly taking in the room. He glanced back and told her gently, "My meals will be blood, yes?" He asked her his silver eyes meeting hers without hesitation.

@ JesterOfGenocide;

Victoria looked back into Victor's silver eyes before glancing away. There seemed to be maliciousness in his eyes, and it was clear that he already hated everything about her. Though whether that was just because he was a vampire, or also in part because he was her slave she did not know. She had only ever met one vampire that was kind to her, but he ended up betraying her in the end anyways. This immediately made her think that all vampires had dishonorable intentions or hated humans from the beginning.
"Yes, your means will be blood." She said swiftly, not wanting to focus anymore on that subject. With that, Victoria grabbed the handle, getting ready to close and lock the iron door. As far as she was concerned, they were done for the day. Hopefully her father would not expect her to have him around for dinner. She didn't want to be on edge for her whole day. Besides she doubted there was much that would be expected for him to do during or after. And it wasn't like Victoria really needed help getting ready for bed. "If that is your only question, then we are done for the day and you may rest."

@ Mother.Of.Dragons
Victor watched her. He didn't hate her just because she was a human. He hated her because her family killed his family and left him to become a slave. They left him to make plans on killing them and what will be left of them. He wished they had just burned him along with his father and mother. That would have been bliss compared to being a slave for the very people that took everything away from him. He watched her and shook his head gently. Hearing that it would be blood that would be his meal he simply gave a small nod of his head. He turned his back towards her and gave a nod hearing her grab the handle and started to close the door. He didn't know the door was still open and had taken his shirt off with a wince. His back was raw with whip strikes all over. His back was completely scarred and bleeding at the moment from his whipping this morning. He gritted his teeth in pain before grabbing some water and trying to wash it off. He gasped from pain before grabbing some cloth and stuffing it in his mouth and biting down as hard as he could as he poured the water on his back screaming into the cloth as he cleaned his wound. He knew it needed to be done. It would heal when the affects from the silver disappeared.

@ JesterOfGenocide;

Victoria grimaced as she saw Victor's back. She knew that the slave merchants were harsh, but it was still hard to see for herself. For a moment she hesitated, watching him try to clean it himself before shutting and locking the iron door. It seemed like he needed help, but there was no way that Victoria was going to get close enough to do it. Besides it would have been improper for her to do so anyways. Though on the way to dinner, she considered sending one of the other vampires to go help him. At least she assumed that they wanted to help each other, but on the other hand she also knew that vampires healed quickly, so she wondered if there was even a point to doing so. By the end of dinner, Victoria sent one of her maids to handle the situation so it would no longer be on her mind.

The maid had found another vampire slave, and brought her down to Victor's cell. Most of the humans knew the code to get in and out of the vampire cells when they need to. So after the maid had chosen another vampire to help the princess' slave, she opened up the door, pushed the girl in there and closed it. The girl, who was holding a few medical supplies, widen her eyes as they handed on Victor. Once the door was closed, she immediately curtsied to him without saying a word.

@ Mother.Of.Dragons
Victor hit the wall trying to dull the pain in his back. He heard the door finally close and sighed in agony before falling onto the bed and trying to get his mind off of his back. He had no clue how he was going to be able to bandage his back on his own. He didn't know anything about medical dealings and sure didn't know how he was going to be that flexible to be able to wrap it up himself. It would heal in more than likely a few days. He still needed to keep it clean and be able to not get anything on it. He had dealings with this kind of things before and knew for a fact that he didn't need to do much. Any human would be out for a week and their body would heal in probably a month or two.

Looking up when he heard the door open he saw a maid and then another vampire slave. He sighed recognizing her. She used to his own maid when he was the prince. "Hello Drusilla." He murmured before seeing the bandaged in her hands. He nodded and said, "Thank you." He then turned and let her put the bandages on him. He had seen her curtsy and knew most of the vampires were still very determined to stay loyal to him, especially since his father had died and he took most of the beatings for his people. He hated seeing them beaten when he was going to get his kingdom back. "I'm going to make this up to everyone." He whispered as she wrapped his back up. "I'm going to take back this kingdom and enslave the humans as they did to us." He hissed his silver eyes blazing.

@ JesterOfGenocide;

"Yes, your majesty." Drusilla whispered back, making sure that the human outside could not here. "I am glad to see that you are still alive. I had heard rumors but I was never quite sure." After cleaning out his wounds, she put the bandages on top of them. It was wrong to see a member of the royal family treated in such a way. Though she supposed that the family here had no idea who he was, for surely Prince Victor would be dead if they did. "Though, if I may speak sir, I would the majority of them die, and only keep enough to eat. Having the humans as slaves was what allowed them to rise up. They had too much freedom to move around and speak to each other." Once she was finished with his bandages, Drusilla took a step back went back to the front of his body. She curtsied again. "And, if I may ask, how were you able to get back here sir? How is it that the humans seem not to know who you are?" Drusilla was being a bit more forward than she used to be when in the castle. But drastic times called for drastic measures. "I only ask these questions because I wish to help. And I know the vampires here would also want to participate in your plans if we may. We wish to take our freedom back and push these humans back down where they belong."

Victor had not heard those words in a long time. Everyone made sure to keep it quiet so he would be able to live and not be able to be found out. "Well, the only reason they do not know of my true identity is simply because of the fact that I don't quite look the same now do I? I had to grow a beard and my hair grew out. With my hair this length, it seems that no one is able to recognize me, at least in the human world that is." He told her. Feeling her washing out his wounds, it was great to be able to be cared for again and not having to take care of someone else. He had taken care of everything since this whole thing had happened. He heard her and nodded before sighing, "First I would take great joy in seeing them suffer as I have. I will spray my father's office with the blood of all of the so called royal family and leave it to bury into the carpet just so I can smell them and not my father's blood." He hissed. He felt her stop bandaging him he sighed in relief feeling his back feel much better. He started to put his clothing back on and nodded as she curtsied to him. "I changed my accent whenever I was around them, and I took so many beatings for others so they would not be harmed that it wasn't a princely thing to do. I acted the mere commoner and they had no reason to suspect me." He told her. He knew she was being forward and he didn't quite mind it whatsoever simply because he hadn't had the gift of conversation in a very long time. "I do as well, dear Drusilla. Soon. I will tell you soon when and what the plan is." He told her before taking her hand and kissing it. "Now go before they suspect anything." He turned and started to fix his clothing so it didn't look sloppy knowing they wouldn't like sloppy at all.

@ Mother.Of.Dragons

@ JesterOfGenocide;
Drusilla nodded to him before knocking on the door. The maid then opened it up and let the girl out before closing it and locking it back up again. With that Drusilla headed off to go do the rest of her chores. Though now she had some hope for the future, and she was excited to tell the others who she had seen once she was sure none of the humans were able to hear her.

Victoria was able to get away with not having Victor around for the rest of the night. Though, considering that he was her slave, the staff were already knew what his role was meant to be for her. So in the morning, one of the maids had woke him up and sent Victor to the kitchen. It was meant to be his responsibility to bring the princess her meals in the morning as well as bring them back down when she was done. When he arrived, the cook handed Victor a tray full of her breakfast. "Bring this up to the Princess and bring it back down when she is done with it."

@ Mother.Of.Dragons
Victor watched her leave before sighing once she was away. He loved his people but sometimes he craved for his alone time. He hated when he had to constantly be near people and the thought of having to keep the hopefulness of any fucking situation at hand for his people was quite exhausting. He just wished he could be the prince that didn't have to do much anymore, but he knew for a fact those days were over. With that, he went to bed and stared up at the ceiling before finally managing to go to sleep. He didn't need sleep, but sometimes he craved the feeling of forgetting things.

Waking up in the morning was someone banging on his cell door. He growled before getting up and straightening his clothing. He heard them say to go to the kitchen and made his way there before being handed a tray of food. He gave a nod before sighing as he made his way up the grand staircase. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of the food. It wasn't that he disliked human food, it was that he didn't exactly like sausage or anything of that nature. Once he was at her room, he knocked on the door, his hair tied back with a ribbon to keep away from his face and so it wouldn't get into her food. Once he heard a voice he walked in and set her tray down in front of her bowing to her.

@ JesterOfGenocide;

Victoria walked out of her closet to see Victor walking in with her food. She was surprised to see him, considering the fact that she had not called for him. Though the servants probably already thought they knew what to do, which was the same thing that her father used his slave for. As he set it down on the table in her room, Victoria headed back into the closet to finish getting ready. After breakfast, she had a big busy day so she had to look presentable.
Once finished, Victoria headed to the table, sat down and began to eat her food. She felt stressed having Victor in the room as she tried to eat. And there was nothing she could think of to send him off to do while she was eating. It would look odd, besides she was not too aware of the servant's agenda. "After this I will be seeing a tutor. During that time you should head down to the stables and see to my horse. Do you know anything about horses?"

Victor backed away from her food a few feet so that he wasn't right up on her and in her business. He felt like it was rude to be any closer to her, especially since he was seen as a slave now. He didn't want to make his new master uncomfortable. The thought made his lip curl up almost up to the top of his pearly white teeth. They had given him blood the night before last and he was started to get crabby once more. He knew for a fact no one in the castle knew who he was and he was thrilled the know that they thought all of the royal family had perished. He was also pleasantly surprised to find that he was going to be the one to tear those dreams to shreds and force them back into reality of the situation and what atrocious things they had done. He looked around the room, sighing softly as he remembered exactly what room this was. He had spent many days in his bed staring at this ceiling wondering if he could escape this hell of the royal life. Now that his parents were dead, he didn't feel like there was anything left for him to do but get the throne back and avenge their deaths. Hearing Victoria's light voice, his eyes glanced up to look at her before bowing. "I do." He murmured.