[Jacob]

*Setting: The hustle and bustle of the Vampyre pub was loud and joyful. Both winged and non-winged Vampyre's milled about, drinking their pints of blood and eating their meaty meals. The pub itself was kept in shape by Slaves, humans. Hoping to be released if they behaved well enough. The main bar itself was situated towards the back of the room and had no stools or chairs near it. To the left of it was a wooden door, bolted and latched, were the humans were kept. Behind the, quite spacious, bar itself worked three Vampyres, all without wings. Their claws sharp and in good nick. Two of the bartenders were male and one was female. The two males wore no clothes on the top half of their body and the female wore very little, only a Cow-hide top and that was it. Their pants were made of satin and were baggy around the ankles. The blood they served came from the three human males behind the bar who were tied to three large cross'. All they wore were loin cloths to cover their genitalia. Scars were strewn around their body from the cuts the bartenders had made in them. Once they had been sliced into with the bartenders index claw they would then have their blood squeezed out into the glass or silver cup. Once the glass or cup was filled, the bartenders would then use magick to heal the wound and thus preserve the life of the mortals. As the female Vampyre served the second of her three customers the woodern, western-style saloon doors flapped open, the Sunlight from outside sillouetting a feminine figure. As the creature stepped in to the pub itself it was clear who it was and immediatly the entire bar stood up, showing their respect to the Princess. Slowly she entered the bar, closely followed by two of her highly trained, no winged, guards. Her hair was black and ran down her back and between her large, healthy looking wings. Her eyes were a bright, light blue and her mouth petite and well formed. Her well formed figure was the envy of most of her friends and as she slowly walked towards the bar her large boots, with baby skulls on the toecap, clicked on the stone floor. She was wearing a black vest-top and a short black, silk skirt that swayed beautifully as she took her slow steps.*

Bartender: "Princess Myshel, it is an honour to have you here."

The male ran around to the front of the bar and bowed before the future Queen. She smiled gently and bent down, resting her right hand on his left shoulder.

Myshel: "Stand, stand. I do not wish for such happenings around me, save that for my mother."

The Vampyre slowly stood and nodded as he stepped backwards slowly.

Bartender: "How is our Queen, Princess?"

Slowly the female stepped upto the bar and rested her arms on it as she looked at the human males tied to the cross'.

Myshel: "She is fine, thankyou. Still quite stubborn though. I don't suppose you have any young bloods, do you? The ones on offer seem...old."

Turning to the female bartender he nodded towards the door were the humans were kept.

Bartender: "We'll just have a look, what age would you like?"

Myshel: "Hmmm...7...8 maybe. Nothing past the age of 10 though."

The bartender nodded as he watched his female accomplice dash around to the wooden door and slowly open it, leaning in to the dark and dank smelling room she fumbled around, a mothers scream ruptured from the dark room as the Vampyre quickly pulled out a young boy who couldn't have been no older than 8. He was dressed in rags and his hair was a mouse-brown that seemed to shine in the pub lights. Struggling to break away from the female he shouted and called out, only stopping when he saw the large guards of the Princess watching him menacingly.

Myshel: "Ahh yes, you have good taste. He is a cutie isn't he..."

She smiled softly, showing her fangs, as she approached him.

Myshel: "Would you like to come with me, little boy? Eh? Would you?"

The child sniffled and tried to back away from her, stopping when the barmaid twisted his arm.

Boy: "N...No...I-I want mommy..."

He sniffled and his lower lip began to tremble just as his eyes began to water. Crouching down Myshel sighed and cocked her head to one side as she caressed the childs left cheek.

Myshel: "No worries...you're coming anyway."

Quickly she stood up and nodded to the two guardsmen who stepped forwards and grabbed him, effortlessly lifting him off the ground. Turning Myshel then stepped back up to the bar.

Myshel: "What do i owe you?"

Shaking his head the bartender answered.

Bartender: "No, no, no...he's free for you, Princess."

Feeling humbled the Princess nodded gratuously.

Myshel: "Oh, why thankyou. If there is anything you want in the future feel free to ask me for it..."

She smiled gently and then turned to head back out, her hips swaying seductivly as she did so, closely followed by the two large guards.