|☽ ☾| Tʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ |☽ ☾| –ˢᵉᵐᶤ⁻ᵈᵉᵗᵃᶤˡᵉᵈ ʳᵒˡᵉᵖˡᵃʸ discussion

A small room with a wooden floor and white walls, not a single window in the room. In the room the feeder is chained to the wall, but the queen prefers her feeders free when feeding. There's also a bed against one wall, with two white pillows and white covers. After feeding, Elizabeth chains her feeder to the wall. Food is brought to the feeder by the servants and kept in the room, unless told by the queen otherwise.

After telling her guard to go check in on the servants, the Queen, Elizabeth, made her way down the hall alone. Her newly painted black nails trailed on the red walls of the hall. She was dressed in black skinny jeans, a lose black tank top, leather jacket, and black pointed heels. Nothing special, which was surprising for a queen. But she didn't prefer those crazy special clothing. She just preferred anything back and simple. Her lips were painted red though, they usually were, and her black hair was in a high pony tail.

She passed the many rooms there was in the manor and finally came up to her feeders. A wicked grin was on her lips at the thought of Alexander chained up to the wall, slumped on the floor with his arms hanging up. Poor thing, she softly laughed. He probably stared at the bed when he's awake, wishing and praying that he could sleep on it just once. It was the best part for her, to see them not happy. To see them hurt. She couldn't wait to go in there and sink her fangs into him.

Elizabeth twisted the knob of the room and stepped inside. Her heels clicked on the wooden floor. Her brown eyes fell on the figure against the wall. She could already smell his delicious blood. She grabbed the key that hung next to the door on the opposite wall of where he was before she approached him. "Hope your feed enough today," she said, though she really didn't care for his health. She grabbed one of the shackles and started to unlock it.

"Queen Elizabeth." Her eyes shot up to his green ones as she corrected him. Alexander may have been with her for some time and has been her personal feeder, but she wasn't going to allow any man speak to her without addressing her properly. "You should know your place by now Alexander," she went back to unlocking the other shackle.

Letting go of the mettle cuffs to drop back to the floor with a thud, Elizabeth turned from him to walk back to the door. She didn't have to worry about turning her back to him. She knew Alexander wouldn't do anything, and even if he did, he was physically not capable of it due to her experience. "Your medicine, right." She hooked the key back up on the wall before facing him. She usually forgot about that part when it came to him. Good thing the servants took care of that. When she first took in Alexander, he was a mess. The only reason she really did though, was because he was alone, already hurt, and he was loyal. She liked to see him depressed at times. It made her day. So far she didn't regret choosing him, and she was hoping she wouldn't.

"What a waste those are. Stupid humans taking drugs to feel better. Pfff." She walked back to the bed where she took a seat and crossed her legs. She moved to pull off her jacket before setting it down on the bed next to her. Her arms and collar exposed. She didn't spare Alexander another look. She wasn't in her best mood today, do to the men acting up at the feeding facility. But she wasn't showing that. She never should men how she really felt.

Elizabeth took his offer in acknowledgment. She did hate the taste of the medication that would run through his veins. It ruined the pure metallic taste. But she knew that if he were to stop he would go back to his old ways, where he would be even more depressed and uncontrollable. She was in no energy to deal with that.

"That is unnecessary." Elizabeth stood back up, leaving her jacket on the bed. She then walked around the bed where she stood before him. Even though he was taller than her by about six inches, she stood the same high as him while he was sitting on the bed, in fact taller because of the heels. She went back to grinning. She was excited every time she did this. With him being her personal feeder, she could do what ever she pleased. Her favorite was to tease him in the beginning. It made any worry she had for the day, or any worry that would be coming later, not be much of a concern to her.

Elizabeth moves to hold his chin, lifting his face up to look into his eyes. "Tell me, Alexander. Are you used to this by now?" She asked asked him and moved a little closer to him. Her dark eyes glowed with mischief as she waited for him to answer.

Her grin grew and her fingers trailed his jaw line before moving to brush his blond hair back. She could see the desire linger in his green eyes as he looked over her, and it made her almost laugh. Her face moved forward, close to his lips before brushing against his cheek and going to his ear. "Good," she whispered. She then stepped back, her hand falling to her side.

"I've been thinking," she started off and walked over to the chains on the wall. "As much as you have been used to it, I should still bring another feeder. Of course you two wouldn't share a room. He'll be in the room over." Her hands played with the metal chains, listening to him clink together. She looked over her shoulder to him, not smiling anymore. "I need you to regenerate once in a while. Your skinner than a twig, and that's no good for me. So the feeder will take your place until you can get all blood back into. I really don't like being left thirsty." She spoke with a slight tone of disgust. If she really to fill herself up, he would be dead in the end.

She looked away again and let go of the chains. A few seconds later she faced him again and went to the foot of the bed where she started to crawl onto the bed, letting her heels clatter on floor. She moved to sit behind him, moving a sharp nail to trial down his collar bone.

It may not have been a good time, but Elizabeth just laughed. He's so gullible, she thought to herself. Yah she may have actually thought about getting another feeder. But in the end she decided against it. She would actually just go to feeding facilities once in a while when she knew she couldn't get enough from Alexander, though he didn't know that, and she didn't plan on telling him anytime soon. She preferred to change up the blood types here and there. Plus she liked to inflict pain on other man too.

Seeing him in pain just made her smile. Both because she likes to see men in pain, and it should his loyalty to her. Being close to him by now, her fangs were extended. So when she smiled they showed. They were bright white against her dark red lips. She was ready, and Alexander already knew what to do now. She watched as he started to unbutton his shirt to expose his neck. Their were many healed bite marks from the many days they spent together. Her fingers touched each and every one of them. She shifted to be on her knees next to him. "I want you to lay done." She orders him.

Now that he was laying down and propped up, Elizabeth moved herself so she was straddling him. It was a good thing she had already taken off her jacket. Now she could move more comfortably. She moved her hands to hang off his shoulders. She licked one of her canine.

"The question is, are you ready?" She lowered her head to his. Her forehead rested on his. She moved her left hand to trail down his now exposed chest. If she had to admit, Alexander was really hot. His blond hair, green eyes, perfectly built body. He may have gotten skinner over the months with her, but he was still handsome. Still, she had no interest in him. She would probably will never will.

For fun, her nails slightly dug into his pale skin. Red lines were left as she went lower and lower. Her brown eyes lifted from his chest to his eyes, the shadows thrown across her face giving her a darker look.

She closed her eyes for a moment, listing to everything. To his heart beat faster as she moved closer to him. To his blood rushing through his veins. But mostly, to him begging. She loved it when men begged her. That's what they should do. Beg. Beg for forgiveness. For mercy. For love. For life. She loved it when they begged. She felt powerful. She is powerful. She didn't even care that he didn't address her at this point because of all the begging. She didn't care that he pulled her closer. By now, all she could think about was his blood. Her eyes opened, and they were bright red. With him speaking his last words of being her only one, she sunk her fangs harshly into his skin. The blood gushed into her mouth, fast and warm. She couldn't help but moan in pleasure. Some may hate this part from being a monster, but she loved it. Her hand, now resting flatly on his chest, pushed him down to lay fully on the bed, her lips never leaving him once. Her legs tightened around him and she continued to drink.

Elizabeth took in gulps of his blood. She couldn't help herself. She couldn't think about how much she was taking, and how weak he'll become. But she didn't need to. She could care less of what comes of him, or any man. If she had the choice, she'd kill them all. Ha! The funny part was she could have that choice. She's the queen after all. But she wanted them to hurt, like she had. Maybe she was being a little merciful towards them, if you can call it that.

Elizabeth heard him say her name. She felt his hand on hers. But she didn't give that any attention at the moment. She was so lost in the lustful feeling she had towards his blood. Even so that for a moment she wouldn't have noticed his last words.

I love you... The words rang in her head. She quickly pulled away, not caring if she hurt him on her way. With her sitting on him and her legs on either side of him, she stared down to him. Her eyes glowed red, not with lust but with anger. His blood trailed from her lips and down her chin. Her hand was still on his chest with his hand on it, not really think about it for the moment.

Elizabeth didn't want to hear any excuses. She didn't want to hear anything from him. Her now free hand moved to his neck where his fingers wrapped tightly around his neck. She hissed at him as she spoke. "You listen, and listen good. These will be the last time you say those words. If you dare to say them again, they will be the last words you ever say." Her fingers tightened around him, causing more blood to spill out from his neck and onto the white blankets.

She hated those work. They were the definition of weakness. She didn't believe in those words. They were the reason she became hurt. The reason she turned into a monster. She hated those words more than she hated men.

Elizabeth just glared at him. She was disgusted with him. She didn't even feel like feeding from him anymore. "You men disgust me," she growled. Elizabeth finally released him and climbed off of him. Her hand was covered with his blood. She didn't look at him anymore. Now she was just thinking about how much she hated men. How annoying and careless they were. Alexander didn't truly love her. Men lied. They always did.

"You will be punished for your mistake. You will be starved both from food and your pills. Plus I was lying about adding another feeder. But maybe now I'll fully replace you." Elizabeth pulled on her heels as she spoke angrily. She grabbed her jacket and walked towards the door. She spared him one glance, her eyes still red. With that she just nocked on the door, where by now she knew her guard was next to. The door opened and she walked out. "Chain him up and tell the damn servant to check on him after three hours," was all she said before she walked out and her guard went in to do as she said.

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For three days, the queen did not allow Alexander food nor his pills. But he was given water by the servant. After coming back from a meeting, in which she wore a black short dressed that exposed her collar and shoulders, Elizabeth decided to go check on him. Not to see if he was doing okay, but to see how bad he was doing. She didn't care about him, especially not after what he said to her last. Let him be weak, that would make her happy. She walked down the hall to the feeders room. Hopefully, she could have a little fun by torturing him. She did need to release some steam from the meeting today. But would he be able to handle it with three days of no food and medicine?

Elizabeth reached the feeders room and had her guard open the door for her. She walked in, like last time her black heels clicking on the wooden floor. She heard the door shut after her. Her brown eyes looked around for a moment before falling on the chained body.

Elizabeth walked straight up to him. But this time she didn't unchain him like the last time. Not yet at least. She stood before him, gazing into his green eyes when he looked up. He looked horrible, which was a shame since he was very handsome. But oh well. She could care less about how he looks. She grabbed his face and tilted his head to the side to examine his wound she had last left on his neck. She didn't even bother to say hello back. After a few seconds, she spoke. "It's a good thing the servant came in to clean up your wound. Or else you would have bleed to death, and at the moment we're short of feeders. Which is too bad, because I went to pick out a new one yesterday." Elizabeth tells him. She had actually tried to get a new feeder. But with the meetings and everything, the amount of feeder has been low. There's been rumors of men hiding, thus causing a low amount of men at the moment. So lucky for him, he wouldn't be replaced like she said. She released his head and walked back to the bed.

Elizabeth sat down at the foot of the bed. She crossed her bare legs and pushed her curled hair back so it won't tickle her skin. "Good... Good. I could do a whole lot better. The damn city hall is acting up. They've requested me for meetings all day. I barely got any beauty sleep," she said with a sigh. Waking up earlier than she normally would isn't her cup of tea. But it's part of being the queen, so she couldn't complain.

Elizabeth set her hands on rather side of her and leaned back, letting her arms hold her up. She looks at him and continues to speak. As much as she hated men, she actually told Alexander a lot about her day. Which was funny, because shouldn't you not waste your time with someone you hate? "I haven't had a single of drop today, and I'm pretty parched. Sadly you seem like you barely have any in you." She frowns. It was bad enough that he was skinny. Now he was starving. "I just came back to the manor and I wouldn't want to go to the feeding facility." She adds with another sigh. It was tough being the queen, that was for sure.

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Her eyes scanned over him. He seemed to be in no condition of being feed on. Yet here he was offering her his blood. He was very loyal, that much she knew. Was this all to show her how much he loved her? The thought bothered her. But at the same time, at least she wouldn't have to worry about losing his loyalty, or at least she hopes so. She hated fakers. But it didn't matter if he was faking it or not, she would never feel the same way towards him. To anyone. He had no chose but to obey her. He was the one chained up after all. Elizabeth smirked, an evil thought playing at her mind. What was better than hurting someone than by teasing them but never caring back? That's what she'll do to him, and she'll enjoy it too.

She pushed herself to stand up again, slowly walking towards him. "You'd offer yourself to me? Even at this condition that you are in?" She asked him with a raised brow. She leaned closer to him, getting a better look. She lifted his head to look at him, moving her thumb over his lip. "Aren't you scared if I take it all?"

The chains rattled as he pulled at them. She moved Kurt a little closer. She loved the way she affected him. To know she effected him that way. If she were to be honest, she wouldn't be able to control herself and may take all his blood. It didn't mean she was afraid, because it didn't make a difference to her if he was dead or not. Well, besides the fact that getting another feeder would be hard. "Here," she said and used her speed to grab the keys that hung by the door and appear in front of him again, only taking up about two seconds. She moved to unchain now. Maybe she could enjoy her time with him for now.

The cuffs fell against the wall and he was finally free. She watched as he stood up and moved his arms. Her eyes followed him when he started to walk around. Lucky for him, she didn't need to tackle him down to make sure he didn't try to escape. She knew he wouldn't try it, or if he did he at least she knew he wouldn't get far. This place was guarded like a prison. After he went to the bed, Elizabeth decided to join him. She walked over there and kicked off her heels. She then crawled to his side and sat down next to him, where she did something that was a bit surprising. She moved to lay her head on his chest and cuddled into him, laying her hands on his chest too. This wasn't her trying to show affection, because she had no feelings for him, but really to just take a moment and relax. Despite her hate for men, she liked to find comfort in them. Over years, during her one night stands, she would do that. Just cuddle into them and let them hold her. She probably would tell them how she feels too, but after that she'll never see them again. That was the good part too for her, she wouldn't have to worry about looking weak if she never sees them. As much as she hated them, they held the thing she wished she could have gotten from her first love. And sadly, she hated herself for liking that in them- though only some possessed this part really. "You wouldn't want to know," she assures him as she stares at the wall. "The world is a cruel place." But then again she was the one that was hurting him, teasing him but not loving him.

Elizabeth felt his hands run through her hair. She closed her eyes, hating herself for actually enjoying this. It's been years since she seeked comfort like this. She listens to him, and for a moment wondered if he was speaking of how he was treated. He was treated pretty bad, the way she teased him, tortured him, starved him and stripped him from his rights . So maybe this was worse for him. But still, life out there was equally as bad. Plus she didn't care if he preferred the better one. "Do you hate the system Alexander?" Elizabeth asked him, her eyes still closed.

A man, actually understanding what she's done? She was surprised. She certainly thought he hated the system, hated that he was a blood slave. But instead he somewhat agreed with her. Except he didn't think it helped. But he was wrong. It did help. Seeing men in pain, just like she had been, made her feel better. It made all this worth it. It made giving up her humanity worth it, or so that's what she's convinced herself. She wondered though, who the girl was that hurt him. But that thought only lingered for a moment. In fact, this whole thing only lasted for a moment. She pulled herself away from him and sat up. She shouldn't be doing this. She was meant to hurt him, not make him like this moment. "Enough," she said after he said he didn't hate her. She just wanted to feed now. She moved to stratal him as he sat leaning on the wall. With he knees bent and on ether side of him- causing her dress to ride up a bit- she looked into his eyes. She rested her hands on his chest and slowly slid them upwards, a mischievous look in her eyes.

Elizabeth smirked, exposing her fangs. "You don't need tell me twice." She tells him. She her hands push at his unbuttoned shirt to expose his chest. Her eyes looked over it admiringly. She lifted her eyes to his neck. She could feel her mouth water. One hand went to his neck, trailing her finger up. Her other hand went to caress his cheek. "Your very handsome Alexander," she whispers and looks back up to his eyes. "It's a shame your stuck in here." She lifted his chin, pulling him closer to her. A little game won't her before drinking, would it?

"I could," Elizabeth leaned into him. Her lips brushed his, knowing very well how this would make him feel, which was the reason to why she was doing this. This was a game to her, but something else to him. "But I won't," she tells him truthfully. There was no reason to lie. She had no mercy towards men, besides the fact that she didn't kill them all yet. She closes his eyes, feeling his breath on her skin. Her lips lean in just a little closer, not fully kissing him yet but just giving him a small taste of what could happen if she allowed it. Her hands slid down to his shoulders, holding herself as she oh so gently rolled her hips on him. She couldn't help but smirk as she did this to him.

Elizabeth could hear his heart beat quicken and could feel the rush of his blood just blow his skin rush through his veins. She loved his reaction, to her it was hilarious. But just as it started, he seemed to pick up on her game. She raised an eyebrow at his retreating his. With a roll of her eyes, she said, "your no fun." She moves one hand to lace her fingers into his hair. The other still held his shoulder. She then leans in and licks his neck just before she bites into his skin.

Elizabeth drank his warm blood. Even though she was thirsty, she took her time, taking in a little by the second. She wanted to make this last, and he was already with little blood to benefit himself due to the fact that she starved him. But still, she was just dragging this out for her own pleasure. She felt his lips brush onto her own neck, teasing her. Her fingers slightly tugged onto his blonde hair playfully, actually enjoying it. He feed both her lustful desire and her thirst. She would be lying if she were to say she hadn't thought of him in ways he thought of her. Her legs that straddled him tightened around him and she pressed herself closer to him, taking her turn to moan as she continued to drink little by little.

Alexander's blood came gushing into her mouth without even her trying to take it in. He really was getting excited by this, and well... she was too. His lips on her neck made her enjoy this more than she should. She heard him speak, and she pulled her fangs out of his neck. But she still kept her head close, trailing kisses up to his ear. She then whispered, "trust me, I'd take if I really wanted. But...." She trailed off and bit his earlobe for a moment before continuing. "I have something else in mind, and you need all the blood you can get."

The queen pulled back to look into his eyes, a devious smirk playing at her lips. She still had his blood on her lips. She placed her finger on his lip and moved it down slowly. "Something fun," she tells him, glancing at his lips before looking back to his eyes. "But first, I want you to tell me one of your deepest darkest secret." She grins. She knew he wanted this, and if she was going to actually have fun with him she wanted something juicy in return. Something she could probably use against him without him knowing. He would probably be confused to why she would ask this. But she had her reasons, and she didn't feel like explaining. She slightly moved her hips to please him even more to encourage him to speak. "What do you say?"

((Sorry for the late reply. I had an exam that took over))

Elizabeth waited for him to speak. Just watching him, she saw him go through the struggle of hiding something. Something he wasn't willing to give up yet. As for what he said, she wasn't surprised. She had figured long ago that he was suicidal. It's in the way he speaks. The way he acts. The way he gives himself up. Not to mention the pills. Who ever couldn't guess that was pretty dumb. She sighs, knowing well enough this wasn't going to please her. But she did ask. Except before she could say anything or move, there was a knock at the door.

"Your majesty, you are requested at the city hall for an urgent meeting." The voice of her guard came from the other side of he door. Elizabeth sighs, well that ends that. She didn't even get to really feed. She removed her hands from him and gets off of him, stopping anything that was going to happen.

Elizabeth smirked at him before fixing herself and pulling on her heels. Well that was fun while it lasted. To make his day, for the hell he's been through with her already, she leaned back down to him and kissed his cheek. She then stood up and looked over him. He looked like he was going to die with the lack of food. Her smile disappeared and held a look of disgust. "The servant is doing a horrible job at feeding you." She said, which was funny because it was her order to not feed him. With that she went to the door and knocked, left the gaurs open it for her before she stepped out. But before she could leave his view, she said, "today you won't be chained up. I'm feeling a bit generous."

((Can ur guy be with the queen at the ball?))

((Well the queen is rping with someone. But he could be there. I'll post and you can join))