Nigel heard the sound of footsteps cross the threshold of his home, since that fateful night when he became this creature he learned many valuable tricks from his love Lian. One of which he enjoyed most of all was leaving his house unlocked after the sunset, amazing how many people wandered into his home thinking they could steal something from it. When really there was a monster lurking inside ready to steal from them. Following the sound of the steps he heard them stop in the lounge, an ideal place for any thief. With the walls covered with paintings from across vast dimensions, and family trinkets that littered the shelves. It was indeed a greedy mans paradise. Waiting in the shadows of the open doorway to the room, Nigel watched the stranger for a moment. Though something different about this one. He didn’t even look once at the things in the room, instead he stripped his upper garments off his body. He was a black man about Nigel’s height and build. Nigel watched him with intriguing thoughts floating through his head, he never had thought of men in a sexual way before. But there was something different about his man, he seemed submissive and shy. Obviously nervous about being in Nigel’s home. Very interesting to Nigel’s eyes as he watched him strip his t-shirt off and then slowly pull the leather belt out of the loops around his waist. Watching him as he slipped the belt around his neck to tighten it snug against the deep brown color of his skin. This man must be one of Lian’s, possibly he was waiting for her arrival.

Nigel stepped from the shadows after he saw him get comfortable, his movement quick as he was brought instantly across the room to stand next to the mortal who was now sitting himself on the sofa. The startling speed at which he moved caused the black man to sit up more on the sofa, his eyes looked up at the godlike creature in front of him. After the sudden fear washed away he had an adoring, almost longing and loving look in his eyes. Nigel wondered what was going through this humans mind, he must of known what Nigel was but for the first time he actually witnessed a mortal that might just anticipate the bite and piercing cut of his fangs. Looking the man over as he sat in front of him, his light blue eyes trailed over his deep skin. Caressing his gaze over his chest and down to his groin where he witnessed the bulge of arousal starting to press against his pants. His eyes darted back to his victims eyes, starring intently into them as his hand reached out and touched at the leather belt around his neck. “What’s your name?” Nigel spoke softly, seeing the mortals eyes drift closed for a moment before he licked his dry lips and spoke in a soft timid voice. “Anthony.” Nigel smirked softly, his fingers stroking against the belt as they rounded softly to trace his cold fingertips on his flesh next to the leather. He heard Anthony sigh a moan of enjoyment at his touch and then his head tilted to fall against the open palm of Nigels outstretched hand. Again Nigel spoke, “Does Lian make you where this?” he questioned about the belt around Anthony’s neck. The mortal nodded and reached to grip the strap of belt that hung down in front of his chest, yanking softly at it and pulling tight against his flesh. His eyes looking up into the vampires seductively, “Please.. feed. I would love it dearly master..” Anthony’s head tilted, offering his neck to the vampire before him.

Nigel pulled his hand away at the display that was put in front of him, partially disgusted by what was said. He did enjoy the hunt, a fight in his victims. And here this human easily just handed himself over like fresh meat. Everything he loved about Lian, a part of him disliked the fact she did this to humans. Making them almost servants to her lust and needs. Plus thoughts burned in his mind what exactly went on between these two when he wasn’t around, what else was she capable of when he wasn’t looking. “Tell Lian I’m pleased by her offer.. but I just can not do what she demands on me.” Nigel looked down in the dark strangers eyes for a moment, something about feeding upon a man was new to him and he wasn’t sure if he could be in that kind of embrace with the same sex. Nigel peeled his eyes off of him as he went to turn away, his head turning as he looked to somewhere else in the room.. “Please don’t call me master.. just put some clothes on and I’ll show you out.”

Before Nigel could get a foot away, Anthony reached out and grabbed the hem of Nigels pants. Gripping the fabric and dripping his fingertips under the garments. His eyes now searching out Nigels as he slipped from the sofa and moved to his knees in front of the vampire. His other hand slid up the front of his body, caressing his firm muscles under his clothing as he reached out to Nigel’s face. Nigel froze feeling Anthony grab him caused a little bit of anger to rise within him, about to knock the mortal away. Thats when he smelled it, when his senses took in what laid on his skin. The scent was strong, it plagued Nigel and almost as quickly as he had decided to leave he suddenly wanted that scent to cover every bit of his body. His immortal loins twitched, aching and wanting..