Vampire Antic (MGE), By GoldenDiva

Vampires are often looking down at other creatures, feeling they lack the refined manner they bear upon themselves. One of the creatures they blame it on the most are humans. So unrefined,and yet, they are drawn to them. So, some will seek one among dozens to live besides.
However, in order for one to be said significant half of a high rank creature, they would first be "disciplined","trained" for it so that they can expect to hold high stature. But, what happens when one goes to far and the human man no longer acts as he should? Would the vampire praise him as the perfect servant, or would it be the opposite of what they wished for?
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*Somewhere, in a castle, lived a family of vampires, also called Aristocrats. Months ago, the parents kidnapped dozens of men and brought them here, for their daughter to choose one who would live alongside her.
*At one point, she did chose her true mate and had him brought to her private quarters for the news. However, while she was jubilous before hand, it seems that something had gone awry. For the daughter, ever since the chosen came in, there were no festivities.
*If one was to peer inside the daughter's personal room, they would see her shaking the man she supposedly chose as a mate. Why so? Was he not perfect?
*According to the vampire, he should have been the flawless servant, living only to serve her, to fulfill her every whim. Alas, reality often depict something very different from this set of mind.
*For the daughter was shaking her supposed mate, in a desperate attempt to bring him back. From what? Well, one could find out that she has brought more attention to this man in particular, demanding more grueling tasks and humiliating duties from him. This had supposedly told him that this is what she wanted, and branded so deeply into his psyche that he became like an automaton.
*Happy at first to see her man present himself in a more mannered way, she soon lost her calm demeanor the moment she asked him to speak of what he felt. The exact words of the man were:
"I live only to serve you. I exist only to fulfill your every wish. Command me, my mistress."
*Those very words had set a worry on the young vampiric miss. Jumping off of her bed she walked towards him and asked him to repeat. He did, but at the same time, kneeled like a slave that was just sanctioned. This is where the story begins...
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*Melissa, the vampiric daughter rose her unknown suitor before her.
"No, no more service." she pleaded.
*Alas, his eyes were lifeless, like the automaton he thought she wanted. And such, he spoke:
"But, is that not what the mistress wished for? I am here to obey..."
*With vigor, Melissa shook him by the shoulder, as if this alone could undo the months. Unsurprisingly, it did nothing. She began sorrowing:
"That's not what I want..." While she did, the man kneeled down, yet again, waiting for a command. At this point, the mother came through, surprised to not hear anything.
"Daughter, what is wrong? Have you not taken him?" she asks, only for her little girl to run to her, trying to hold on her tears, pointing at his kneeling state. The mother got angry, thinking he disobeyed her. She rose a fist, but Melissa held her.
"No mother, he didn't do wrong."
"Then why are you in such state?" she asked, demanding an answer. Melissa pointed once again at the suitor.
"Look at him, he's lifeless!" she spat out, still trying not to cry in her mother's arms.
*The mother stood here, watching the pretending suitor, on the floor, kneeling like a slave that has been harshly reprimanded. Taking Melissa off her chest, but taking her hand, the two walked toward the man. She picked him up to his feet and stared deep into his eyes. "Speak" she demanded...
And so he spoke, but in a machine-like voice and rhythm that bore nothing in it.
"I live to serve.."
The mother was also distraught, seeing the aftermath of what they had brought upon the poor lad.
"My lord, what have we done. This boy is broken!"
*Before long, Melissa brought him away from the castle. A plan in head, she sought to un-break him, for she did not wish for a mere servant, but for a man to love and be loved back. With him in the state he is, there was no way for him to do so. Apologizing would fall on deaf ears, despite the countless times she did before.
She guided him by the hand to the prairies around the giant city of their. Melissa wanted him to see the majestic beauty of the autumn forest. Perhaps such a sense of wonder could...
Basking in awe at the view, she asked her suitor to take sight of it all. Bear in mind she asked him, not demanded. Alas, when he spoke,it was evident it was for naught, for his words were I will do as you wish
*Melissa cursed softly "Damnit!"
*She explained to him that she did not want him to follow every order, that she wanted him to live alongside her. That the way he was acting was going under her. As usual, it didn't do anything. And so, she went elsewhere to try to put the life back in this broken shell of a man.
*Walking while holding onto his arm, Melissa sought to have his taste the exotic pastries that had set most into a jubilee, in her favorite bakery, " The Transcendent Delicacies". Ordering her usual, a chocolate shell concealing cherry and strawberry, she asked him to take a bite. Again, he spoke like the lifeless automaton she regretted every second, but had hope her favorite pastry would bring a remain of life back.
*Alas, the moment he took the bite, he was not chewing. Melissa asked him why, to which he answered:
"You asked me to take a bite, but have not permitted me to chew." With a more distraught stare than ever, she asked him to do so, and as she could imagine, even as his taste buds were assaulted by flavor that would have make a human drool with pure joy, no semblance of life ever escaped his eyes...
*Seeing no other ways to revert him, she gambled all she could on a family reunion. Surely, his parents would be glad to see their son after all those months apart. Filled with pride, she was assured the warmth of fellow members would restore his will back. One could wonder why she insisted so much on him when she could have easily turned to others. Well, it seems despite the prideful demeanor, vampires were not the kind to easily discard one that they had set their eyes on, judging the act too cruel...
*Searching for days for this man's family because he was too tranquil to tell anything, Melissa invited his parents for a casual meeting at the castle she lived in. A few days afterward, they did come, hoping to see their child...
*And as they did, the mom and dad rushed to hug him. For a moment, it seemed like the warmth of parental love would fill his sullen heart and mind, bringing his will back, prompting him to hug back. But, that never happened...
*They hugged him, but felt no warmth from him, as if something was missing. Of course, his mother stared right in his eyes, looking and then, suddenly, she screamed at the vampire mother "What have you done to my son!?"
*Her previous happy demeanor was broken down, seeing this didn't work. Melissa, however, was in a worse shape...
*Of course, at those words, the father wanted revenge for his only child being broken, pulling out his gauntlets. Apparently, they didn't know that he used to be a unarmed combatant back then, before settling in a quiet city, far from the violence. It seems it had found them instead. However, while the vampiric mother was getting ready to defend herself and her daughter, asking him not to do such things, the son walked like an automaton between his dad and the vampires, spreading his arms as a human shield.
*This stunned and shocked everyone, knowing that he was very far gone. His dad sheathed his gauntlets, with the mother tearing up. She really didn't like seeing her son being like this. Looking at Melissa she spoke "You said you wished to return him..."
*Seeking their son back, the parents finally decided to entrust his recovery to the miss who looked like she could indeed gush the light back. Sobbing and lamenting, his mother asked her to do as much as she could while the father insisted that he will be watching, much to Melissa's mother's understanding. It seems neither of them wished for the young suitor to be this hollow.
*With the parents gone, and the night setting upon this city, the young vampiric lady took the hand of her absent-minded suitor. Times like these, a bath should be filling. But, knowing he likely wouldn't do such without her ordering him, she called out to him.
"Suitor, please do come here, you need to be washed." Without hesitation, but also as hollow, did the suitor walk to her, reminiscing her of her misdeed. This caused her to turn away for a few seconds. But, with him near her, she proceeded to undress him...
*Usually, a Mamono would be more then perked up at the sight of their clothesless half. Unfortunately, since this one had nothing for him, it served only to dampen her mood. Nevertheless, she sat him down in the tub to scrub him from head to toe. Even when she scrubbed a tad too hard, he didn't budge, nor move. His skin was like harden leather.
*After finishing, and smelling herself, she also needed a bath, Melissa thought of something that could invigorate him back. Presenting herself to his sights, she slowly undressed before the man and walked towards him, in the same bathtub.
*Not done yet, she sat upon his lap and swayed her hair to the front so he may lay sight to her bare, pure white skin. Yes, he had the front row seat to it, something no one else would ever see the front of her, let alone her undressed self. Putting soap and a sponge in his hand, she asked him
"Could you be a gentleman and wash my back, please?"
"I live only to obey!", Exclaimed the hollow suitor as he began. Shuddering from his words, Melissa hoped that the opportunity to wash her naked back would invigorate him, putting his senses back to him as well as spurring something else...
Such high hopes she had that this would bring him back, but alas, when he did start washing her back, it was with a feeble motion. So much that she got a bit agitated
"Put a little more motion!" she said...
*Prompting him to wash her back faster. Faster, but it had a severe lack of something. The one thing Mamono crave from their mates, which was love. Instead, it felt more like he was scrubbing out of obligation. With tears coming out of her eyes and tired of this charade, Melissa got up and walked away, dressing up in a towel. Of course, the hollow suitor, not done also got up and asked "Madam, your back.."
"I don't feel like it anymore" did she answer.
*Back inside her room and staring at the moon, Melissa was in doubt, trying to think of the many ways she could spur a glimmer of life directly from her hollow suitor. Over the balcony, her mind was lost to what-ifs and an idealistic setting where the man she governed over was more lovely, rather than a dead thing on the inside. She spent an entire hour just thinking.
*And when she did turn back to enter, to prepare for sleep, she was greeted to the sight of her suitor, kneeling down before her. At this point, she was somewhat used to this, even if her heart was crying in sorrow. She got him up
"Suitor, you may go to bed.There is a room besides mine for you to rest."
He stood here, staring blankly at her "But mistress, what if you need something? I live only to serve."
"It's fine, you may go sleep." she retorted, only for the hollow shell of a man to kneel down once more. As he said the next line, anger was filling her usually splendid visage
"But miss, I only live to--
"Enough with that!" she spat out of anger. "I told you I'll be fine for the night! Just go to sleep!"
*The anger with which she directed her words caused the suitor to crouch in a fetal position "I'm sorry mistress, I won't question you ever again." The anger was up-staged by another burst of lament and regret "No, that's not what I meant..."
*Of course, obeying her every whim, the suitor promptly left her room. With him gone, Melissa immediately burst into tears on her grand bed, staining the sheet with water flowing from her tender face
"Why? Why is it that at a time like this, I have to sleep in sorrow instead of sharing my bed with him? Why did I have to push him too far? Why..."
*It was not before an hour or two that she managed to sleep, in full tears and sometimes, leaving mourned sounds in her sleep. Needless to say, she did not have good dreams that night.
*And such, day after day, despite her countless attempts, Melissa had never been able to bring him back from his lifeless state. Seeing other couples, constantly were heart-breaking for her, for, she could have been sharing this sentiment with him. And, it wasn't just for her sake...
*She knew her suitor loved her when he came, and she offered him nothing but humiliation and belittling, for months on end. She knew it was her fault his mindset radically changed for what he is today. She may never see his crafting talent he had for je--
Wait a second. Jewels! That's it!
*Taking his hand, Melissa dragged her suitor far away from the city, for when they met the first time, he had told her that he held a secluded location where he could let his passion flourish. This location was on the fringe of forsake memories, but thinking about his potential recovery, it took the center of her thoughts.
*Far from the city, in a shed hosting an underground crafter's den, stood many,
many tools on the ground, supplies behind a door, and more. There was even his apron he used to make such beautiful things. Another room had the finished work of a lifetime. Melissa was in awe. She wondered how someone were ever to craft such beautiful things and hide them from the world.
*While in jubilee, she took a glance at her suitor. Almost hoping to see the flame of life rushing back to his eyes, she was instead treated to the same batch of lifeless shell that merely breathed and served. But, she didn't lost hope. Melissa set up his workshop, as to prepare it for much use.
~~..*10 minutes later*..~~
*There she was, sating him upon his bench to grind and craft the jewels he loved so much. She remembered how much he had been doing those before she unfortunately broke him.
"Suitor, craft me something to go with my eyes, please."
"I live only to obey" he murmured before going at it. Immediately, from the start, she knew there was something wrong. From the way he spoke about here, it was absolute joy to craft. However, what she saw were cluttered handling, poor accuracy and worse treatment of his jewels. A mix of anger and guilt,as well as sorrow and regret, Melissa kicked the table he worked on, slightly injuring his hands in the process.
*Standing before him, with her glowing red eyes, anger and sadness twisting her face, the suitor simply kneeled down, bowing to her "I am sorry mis--
"Enough with the damn mistress already!" she screamed at him. "Here I was, hoping this out of everything could bring back the one I'd set my eyes on. But NO, it didn't work!"
"How many times did I try to apologize? How many times did I try bringing the one I love back from the abuse I'd put him through. Only to be met in failure." Her rage no longer sufficient, she finally dropped it only to cry like a widow. Such was her wails that she could not stand, and collapsed.
*Her view blurred by her own tears, she somehow managed to pick her pouch, only to pull out a splendid ring from old. This was the ring he wanted to present her, as a declaration of love. It was radiant, a large red gem with two small ones besides it, all encrusted in gold, the exact color of her golden hair.
*This was supposed to be a secret he kept, before the mind breaking. It was hidden inside his bed back then, and she had found it. Looking back on it, still furiously crying, she lamented "If only...if only I hadn't dismissed this as a vain attempt to get on my good side. Why oh lord why did I have to mock him for such a beautiful ring? It means nothing now!" With that, she threw the ring on the floor, landing just before him.
*Seeing the ring, the hollow husk leaned on it, seeing the ring from closer. An inaudible murmur escaping his lips, he soon picked it up and stood up, his visage in a state of confusion. Truly, this was an odd sight, for he had expressed nothing for so long.
*Soon, however, the confusion turned into a state of frowning as he settled the table back to it's working state, seemingly ignoring Melissa, sobbing on her knees. She also couldn't see or hear him, too anchored in her sorrow. And so, it was with a startle that she snapped out of her crying, hearing the picking of tools and others.
*Looking at the kicked and damaged table, she saw a form crouched and sitting, fixing something. The tools and movement were nothing like she what she just witnessed. It was precise, as precise as a surgeon earnestly working to save the live of a dying patient, betting his very profession and no less to his craft.
*Dismissing this as a mere fragment of her delusional mind, she kept staring at the suitor, refusing to believe what she was seeing. It was only when he had finished and walked toward her, to put the ring on her soft and flawless finger that she finally realized: This was no mere imagination. The sensation, the care with which her hand was touched. And, as the cherry to this cake...
"Madam, your ring, it was damaged. Things like these are precious, to convey one's feelings towards another. Please, do be careful." That voice...it was nothing like the hollow shell she was carrying around. This one had warmth in it. And then, a hand came upon her face, wiping the remaining tears streaming from it. "Miss, why are you crying as such?"
*Melissa looked back at the man she presumed beyond saving and saw his eyes. Ocean blue. Despite his feeble state from self carelessness, it seems he was already recuperating, for his mind, his personality, everything she wanted so dearly, it was in front of her. This time, however, it was not a nightmare coated in a dream, but rather the veil of darkness rotting away to reveal a brilliant jewel of unlimited passion...
*Seeking this, the one she loved being back, right in front of her, Melissa couldn't hold in her tears and cried out while pouncing at him. Surprised by this, he fell on his back with her on top, but hugged her tightly while falling so, wondering why she was crying but caressing her head. Her tears were golden, tears of joy, joy never seen ever since she layed her eyes on his. She cried on his shoulder, wetting his nape of the neck with them.
*She cried hot tears over him for a long time, the silence of the night broken by them. Until at last, she stopped, while still in his arms, like someone giving themselves to another. "I'm so sorry, I'm so SORRY!" she repeated countless times.
*The suitor, taking her up as well as rising up, looked at her, wondering what she was talking about. "Madam, what in the heavens are you referring to?" only for her to sob some more on his chest, making no quarters to press her body against his.
"I'm sorry for rejecting you! I'm sorry for abusing you! I'm sorry for making you go through such humiliation! I'm sorry--
As she apologized, he began remembering what he went through and his lambent state. But what he remembered the most, as well as fondly...
*Were the countless attempts she pulled to get him back. Not the husk he was during those months. Also bursting with repented love he wished to give to her, he took her shoulder and pushed her a bit. She was about to think he was refusing her apologies when she felt his hand surrounding her waist before pressing her chest on his. With a free hand, he lifted her chin, to pluck a kiss upon her red, plump lips.
*Surprised by the kiss, and the fact that it was her very first, Melissa soon closed her eyes to bask in it. Just as her, the suitor was also tasting her sweet lips for the first time. Seems he was going to kiss her very often from now on, enthralled by the taste. The two lost themselves to each other, caressing the other's body in a sweet and loving manner while they kissed. So much that they didn't notice that dawn was coming. Only when a small line ray sun ray pierced the darkness, did they break the kiss, a trail of saliva still linking the two, with Melissa's tongue out.
*Still embraced in each other's arms, Melissa had a very pronounced blush on her cheeks. "I...I didn't say you could just steal a kiss from me." she said, even though she didn't mean any of it. "Well, you didn't push me, my dear lady" he answered, a hand on her cheek. It was clear that these two were going to be alright, despite everything they went through.
*They looked at each other very warmly, with Melissa occasionally glancing at her re-fitted ring. Smiling back at her suitor, or rather, dear husband, she rested her head on his chest. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry, you've been forgiven the moment you pounced at me. I know what length you went to try to get me back" he said back, caressing her head while looking at the rising sun.
*Of course, with her crying so much, and the long kiss she was given, Melissa had not much strength to walk. So did her new husband pick her up, much to her surprise. She couldn't hide the blush she had on her face, too much at a lost for words, as he walked back to their city, with her in his arms...

~..The End..~~