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[color=a6c4ff][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[color=a6c4ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ava's airbnb rental
[color=a6c4ff][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] ???
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Ava had gone to bed around dawn, but it hadn’t even been a few hours before the sounds of muffled grunting and scraped metal woke her from her slumber. She groaned as she lifted her tired body from the silk sheets, grabbing a nearby night robe to cover herself with as she headed to examine the source of the noise. 

In a corner of the basement of the rented home, a body laid slumped on the floor. He was bound with metal chains to a pillar of the house, which clanked whenever he shifted around. The air was filled with a copper scent as blood dripped down his forehead and chin, pooling on the unfinished concrete floors. His haggard panting echoed in the silent, vacant space.

Ava knelt down to the exhausted figure, just out of his fangs' reach. She smiled, speaking softly, almost like a whisper. [color=a6c4ff]“I thought we agreed that you’d stay quiet.”[/color]

His red eyes gleamed in the dim room, almost brighter than the gentle trickle of sunlight that shone above the captive's head. He glared at the frenchwoman for a moment, then snarled, and mustered up enough strength to lunge towards her, only to be yanked back by the metal shackles. He collapsed back on the floor with a thud. “Give me...blood.”

[color=a6c4ff]“Now, I can’t do that, can I? That would be counterproductive to why you’re here.”[/color] Ava lightly tapped the battered creature on his nose with her index finger, which he then immediately tried to bite. In his weakened state, he did little more than chomp on air. One of his fangs was missing, and blood still dripped slowly from the wound. Ava had taken the liberty of removing it a day earlier, when he first attempted to take a bite out of her. In truth, in some kind of twisted way, she found it a bit entertaining that his attempted assault made her feel slightly more human, being thought of as prey. The man in front of her, on the other hand, didn’t seem to enjoy being in that position too much. [color=a6c4ff]“Believe me, I don’t enjoy hurting others — but you would not need punishment if you were not so...vile.”[/color]

The man had ended in Ava’s clutches by simple bad luck. Wrong place, wrong time. If it weren’t for their unlucky encounter, he might have been continuing to enjoy his macabre hobbies. Ava found him in a VIP room of a high-end club the day before she moved to Ember Grove, after following a strong scent of blood to its source. His fangs were sunken into the neck of a young woman, with the bodies of countless others sprawled at his feet and couches next to him, no doubt partygoers from the club’s dance floor below. It seemed that he was gambling with their lives, to see what would happen — some were in the process of turning, others clinging to life with whatever blood remained in their veins. He was willfully drowning himself in a cesspit of his own greed. Ava knew that in some capacity, she was looking at a reflection of what she was, what she could be, and this view of overindulgence disgusted her.

Needless to say, Ava dispatched her own brand of justice unto the greedy vampire, and dragged him with her to Ember Grove. She was sure he would thrive in the quaint, supernatural town, but she had other plans for him. She figured a few weeks looming around Stage C or D would be enough suffering for him to beg Ava to end his misery, and when he does, she would graciously accept.

[color=a6c4ff]“Let’s say you agree to be quiet for the next few hours, maybe I’ll give you some blood after. How does that sound?”[/color]

He nodded his head slightly.

Satisfied with his obedience, Ava returned to bed.