A Slave For You (Thor)

[virgina]

“How did I get myself into this” The question kept popping into her head even though she already knew the answer. Her big mouth is what got her into this mess. Sometimes she really hated the way she was. If she had just listened and kept her mouth shut then maybe she would be home right now. Instead of sitting there waiting for Mister big shot to get hungry. It was crazy how they could just take away someone’s freedom whenever they wanted to. Could they not handle a little insult? It wasn’t like she murdered someone or stole something.

Just a few little words were enough to take all of her freedom away, and she didn’t even know how long her freedom would be kept from her. She wasn’t going to allow herself to be tamed and planned to fight until the end, just like she had said. Maybe he would get bored or tired of dealing with her and let her go. Though he could just pass her off to another blood sucker. A shiver traveled through her body at the thought. As if paying blood taxes wasn’t bad enough, now she had a vampire who could take her blood whenever he wanted to. The thought really did scare her, but she wouldn’t’t dare let that fear show. He would more then likely enjoy that. She heard the door open and knew that her had either come into to bother her or to feed, either way she knew she wasn’t going to be happy, “What do you want?” She asked, knowing it would either annoy him or piss him off, “Don’t you have other bloodwhores around here to bother?”

[Thor Ericsson]

Thor was in a foul mood. Someone mentioned his Ex in passing and that was one memory he didn’t want to think about. His body was still healing form the burns he had inflicted on him that day and the mere mention of her name sent chills through his body. He knew a blood slave had been taken to his private suite since he had been feeding more often to try to speed up the healing process which always made him hungry. He had no idea which slave it was but he was famished.

He paused at the door to his suite and smelled the air. So it was the new slave. Too bad she had not been around long enough to learn some manners. Perhaps he would not feed tonight; scratches and slaps would not feel good against his healing skin…

“What do you want? Don’t you have other bloodwhores around here to bother?” He heard her spit at him. He walked in and shut the door.

“First, this is my suite, it’s where I sleep.” He said flatly as he tossed his key on the table by the door. “Second, if you ever want your freedom, you will start speaking to me with respect.” He paused and looked at her, “Third, I do not think you are a whore at all.” Considering she said “OTHER” blood whores.

He pulled off his white linen coat and tossed it over a chair. “I need a shower. Then I am going to sleep. Get in bed, I won’t be long.” He announced and walked through another door. 10 minutes later, he reappeared wearing nothing but a towel. One shoulder and down one side of his back was a pink splotch of color where the deepest of his burns were still healing. The back of one leg was quite the same. He went to his dresser, dropped his towel and carefully pulled on a pair of dark blue silk boxers.

Then he walked over to the bed, pulled the covers back and lay down on his stomach with his head turned away from his new blood slave but did not pull the cover over himself. He did not have the energy to deal with her right then, he was tired and hungry but he was not in the mood for a fight with a shrew. He sighed as he heard the building begin to go under lockdown. The phone on the side of the bed rang and he reached over and pulled the receiver to his ear, “Yes….yes I am in my suite. Just a blood slave…the new one…yes, I am safe…thank you” he hung up the phone and relaxed again.

Ever since he had been locked out on the roof at sunrise, his staff would call and check to make sure he was in his suite at lockdown. It made him feel safer. “Sleep.” He commanded and closed his eyes. He ignored his hunger for the time being.

[virgina]

If he wanted her respect then he was going to have to earn it. She didn't believe in respecting someone just because they were higher up on the social scale, or because someone says they have to be respected. Vampire's expected everyone to see things their way just because they were higher up on the food chain. They took whatever they wanted blood and freedom being the main things that they took. They even took her brother. How did he expect her to respect him?

She was about to say something about it when she heard him say that he didn’t think she was a whore. That caught her off guard, for a second she almost looked at him differently. Then the memory of him calling her a shrew and promising to tame her popped back into her head "oh I forgot, I’m not a whore to you, I am a Shrew, My mistake...Though I do feel like a whore when you tell me to get into bed like that, I don't even know you and you just expect me to lay next to you and not feel weird about it.” She sighed and stood up from her seat, “The only difference between me and a whore right now is I’m not naked and waiting for sex." She said quietly as she walked over to the bed. not that he cared how she felt about it. She got into the bed as commanded and pulled the covers over her head, it was something she always did when she was annoyed or uncomfortable.

When she heard him come back into the room she peaked out from under the covers just in time to see the towel drop, as if she wasn't already uncomfortable with this situation. Though she had to admit, it wasn't a bad view. Why did he have to walk around like that? She was about to hide back under the cover when she noticed the oddly colored places on his skin. She wanted to ask him what happened to him. From the looks of it, whatever happened had to be painful. She knew though that it was none of her business to ask.

she sat up as he got into the bed and watched him carefully. She had thought that she was put in there for him to feed on, but he didn't seem to be interested in that. If that was the case then why was she still in here? to be his little sleeping buddy? She wasn't a vampire teddy bear.

When the phone rang she jumped and almost fell out of the bed, it had startled her and she hadn‘t realized just how close to the edge of the she was. She listened to his conversation and frowned “just a blood slave…the new one”. He could at least have the decency to call her by her name. “I have a name you know, It’s Ginny…If I am stuck here with you then you could at least be nice enough to call me by my name.” She was actually a little grateful when he told her to sleep, being bitten scared her. However, she was curious as to why he wasn’t feeding. The people who brought her there told her that he would be hungry. She wouldn’t be able to sleep until she knew why. Waking up to fangs in her throat didn’t sounds pleasant so she hoped he didn’t plan on doing it while she slept “Um…your not going to feed? Are you not hungry? Or are you waiting until you wake up? Cause I would rather you just do it now and get it over with…Or am I not to your liking?” She looked over at him and once again looked at the places on his back and shoulder. She was probably annoying him already by not sleeping like he asked so she wasn’t going to push her luck by asking what happened. She was already a blood slave, she didn’t want it to get any worse.

[Thor Ericsson]

Thor sighed softly and turned only his head to face the woman in his bed. “I would have called you by your name if someone had told me it.” He said quietly. “If you would rather sleep on the floor, be my guest but I assure you, it is more comfortable up here and you are less likely to be bitten by something.” The corners of his mouth twitched up just a bit but he didn’t want her to think he was laughing at her so he quickly hid the fact that he wanted to smile.

He question was a logical one. She had been brought in for him to feed on but for some reason he didn’t feel like making her feel violated. He was rethinking his decision to make her a blood slave simply because he knew she would be a handful and frankly, he was still do depressed over the last few weeks to have the energy to deal with her, but then he also never slept alone so he did want her there.

“You are very much to my liking, Ginny. However, as you can see by the condition of my skin, I am healing from grave injuries and do not feel like being scratched, bit or slapped on the delicate patches. I am quite hungry due to the amount of energy needed for the healing process but since they chose to send you in, I have decided not to feed to avoid confrontation. I will also miss my morning feeding since you will be here when I wake as well. Therefore, I choose to go hungry even if I will end up tired and weak tomorrow, it is not worth the fight.” He said then turned his head again. “Now go to sleep. No one will bother you.” He said softly and closed his eyes.

[virgina]

Ginny sighed, “You could have just asked what my name was yourself, you had plenty of opportunities to do so while you were making me a slave.“ Though he had probably been to annoyed or angry to even think about her name then. She looked at him weird when he told her why he wasn’t going to feed from her. She wasn’t really fond of the idea of being bitten, and he was right she probably would have tried to hit him or scratch him. She had actually been thinking about ways to keep him from biting her. He was hurt and she knew he wasn’t lying because she could see it clearly herself. Knowing he wasn’t going to feed from her because of it, really made her feel bad. She didn’t want it to bother her so she tried to forget it. “You are a very odd vampire.” She said quietly as she laid back down.

She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but she couldn’t do it with that eating at the back of her mind. She kept telling herself to just forget it and go to sleep but it wasn’t working. So she sat up again and turned to him, “Listen, Your right. I would love nothing more then to beat on you for making me a blood slave, But I can’t just lay here knowing your going to be weak and its my fault. I am not the kind of person who can just ignore that. Even though I would love to.” She couldn’t believe she was saying this, “I am not going to lay here and be the blame for you being weak in the morning, So…Will you please just hurry up and bite me already. I swear I will keep my hands to myself, I won‘t do anything to hurt you.” That was a really odd thing to say to a vampire. “I may be an untamable shrew but I do have a heart… and I won’t be able to sleep unless you do, so please just do it.”

[Thor Ericsson]

Thor didn't want to deal with this woman's drama right now. He just wanted to sleep then go find someone to feed off of who didn't loathe him. For him, feeding was an enjoyable experience and more often than not was done while lovemaking. It had been a very long time since he had had an unwilling partner in bed and he was not going to start now. Normally he wouldn't care. He was a viking after all, in the truest sense of the word. He had raped and pillaged for a couple centuries before joining a more civilized culture. But right now, that was not what he wanted or what he needed.

Maybe it was that he was just afraid of getting hurt now. At attempt on ones life when you are nearly 1000 years old can shake a man to his very core. "I am not an odd vampire, I am a very old and powerful vampire. And I am very tired." he said softly without turning over."If I wake weak in the morning it will be my own fault not yours. I am the one who chooses not the feed from a woman who hates me and would lock me out on the roof at daybreak if she was given the chance." he spoke just above a whisper. The emotional response he had from his own words was enough to ensure that he would not turn over since a blood tear ran from one eye and he didn't want her to see that. "No, Ginny. I will wait. Just go to sleep. I'll be fine."

[virgina]

She couldn't understand why he was being so stubborn about this, she was only trying to help him out. "Fine, whatever you say Thor, I was just trying to help you…that’s all" She said quietly as she laid back down. She heard him say something about locking him on the roof and frowned a bit "for the record, I would never do anything that cruel. I may hate vampires because all they do is take things away from people, but I don't believe in hurting someone or making them suffer like that. It's inhumane and I refuse to let anyone think that about me…I have a big mouth but I am not vampire killing psycho."

Why did he even say something like that anyway she looked over at the marks on his body and wondered if that was what happened to him. If so, who in the world did he piss off? "Did someone...lock you out on the roof?...is that why your hurt?" she regret asking as soon the words left her mouth. "never mind...I shouldn't have asked something like that." It was none of her business what happened to him and it wasn't like she cared. He was a vampire, and he took her freedom away."...I'll go to sleep now…good night Thor." She turned away from him and stared at the wall. She was tired and even though being in bed with a stranger was beyond weird, she managed to make herself fall asleep.

[Thor Ericsson]

Thor wanted to say something back but he felt the pull of the sun. He was weaker then he normally was and could not resist. He fell asleep but began waking up well before the sun had set. As much as the sun made him sleepy, he did not like to sleep for fear of waking up with sunlight on his face. He sat up slowly, not wanting to wake the still form next to him. He felt the familiar twinge of blood vessels popping in his nose and ears and knew he needed more sleep. He was very weak from not feeding while his body was trying to heal and then not sleeping when any sane vampire should be.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. Why didn't he just sleep. The human was not going to do anything to him, the camera's were on them and if she made one move, his security team would be with him in an instant. He didn't know why he didn't just turn over and take her sweet, life giving blood, he didn't know why he wanted to scream in frustration. He didn't know why he no longer felt like a powerful man.

He stumbled when he tried to stand up and plopped back down on the edge of the bed. He sighed, rubbed his face then tried again. He stood up and took the three steps he needed to get to the dresser but stumbled into it, knocking over a figurine. Just beyond the dresser was a door that lead into a dark room.

Thor entered the room where there was what looked like a shrine with fresh flowers and various plants spread over an alter. Leaning against hit was a long steel sword. He knelt in front of the alter and took up the sword. With his head bowed he held the sword with both hands, its tip pointing straight up. He bowed his head and leaned his forehead into the blade.

"Oh mighty Odin." he murmured. "I am no longer a warrior or a man." his body shook slightly as the emotion of voicing the revelation took him over. His voice went up two octaves and took on a childlike quality. "It is but a century before I am to day walk, but I do not wish to live this way. I used to be a powerful warrior and basked in your glory." He spoke softly and leaned his head into the blade of the sword, its sharp edge slicing into the skin and blood ran down his nose and chin. "Old Father, I beg of you to give me a warriors death, and soon so that I may charge through the gates of Valhalla with a warriors cry rather than crossing the river of death in shame." he felt so weak and tired as the suns influence drained what little energy he had. The sword dropped to the floor and he lay over on his side as fatigue overtook him.

[virgina]

Ginny opened her eyes when she heard something stumbling around in the room. She didn't think nothing of it until she realized he wasn't in the bed anymore. It was to early for him to be awake wasn't? she turned around and watched him make his way toward another room. the way he stumbled around made him look like some crazy drunk but she knew it was just because he was weak. She got out of the bed and quietly followed behind him, He didn't seem to notice her standing there as he knelt down in front of what she guessed was an alter of some kind. She wanted to tell him she was behind him and ask him what in the world he was doing. It was crazy of him to be acting this way. he could have just bitten her and he would have been fine.

He didn't sound like himself when he spoke. he sounded scared and unsure of himself. By reputation he was suppose to be this big tough guy who no one crossed. Yet here he was kneeling down, sounding like a scared and helpless child. Wanting his life to be over. Her natural reaction was to go to him and try to comfort him but she stayed where she was. "just turn around and go back to the bed...just go back to the bed." No matter how many times she thought about it, she couldn't get her legs to move.

this was crazy, He was a vampire and he didn't need her comfort. He would just push her away or argue with her more if she tried. It was pointless. That is what she kept telling herself and she wanted to believe it. But watching him fall over and lay there was actually heart breaking. What could have happened to this man? "Thor?..." She whispered quietly as she moved over to him. "are you okay?" She knew it was a dumb question to ask but she couldn't help herself. She needed to get him back to the bed but there was no way her little self was going to be moving him any where.

She rolled him over onto his back so she could get a better look and saw that his face was bleeding. He must have been leaning pretty hard on that sword. "Why are you doing this to yourself?" It was like he was just giving up, to afraid to do anything because of something that happened to him. that was no way to live. He was making it really hard for her to hate him. How could she hate someone who was acting like this? He needed to feed and he needed to go back to bed, and she was going to make him do it one way or the other. He was making himself miserable and nobody deserved to live like that, not even a vampire.

First she needed to figure out what she should do about this situation. A part of her wanted to scream at him and tell him to get up off the floor but that would more then likely not end the way she wanted. She looked over at the sword that was laying next to him and picked it up. It took a little more effort then she thought it would. “I don’t really know what I am doing, I shouldn’t be trying to help you at all.” She whispered quietly as she looked down at him, “I’m sorry about this but its really the only way I can think of to help you, and if you get mad at me then whatever.” She used the sword to make a cut across her arm, deep enough to get a good flow going. It hurt but nothing she hadn’t dealt with before. She then brought the wound over his lips and watched a few drops fall onto his lips. “Come on, I know you need it, Just take it. Don’t lay down there and suffer. Whatever happened to you, it’s in the past now and its silly for you to make yourself miserable, Your Thor Ericsson. Your strong and powerful and you know you are…just because your afraid doesn’t mean you are weak…”

[Thor Ericsson]

Thor could have been angry that he was being spied on but he was so full of self loathing he didn’t really care. At that moment, he didn’t care about anything, why should he? It was all going to end with a whimper. He was nothing but a babe in arms now, a coward.

He felt himself being turned over and opened his bloody eyes to see Ginny. “Why?” he asked weakly, “Why do you care?” his voice was soft, gentle and weak. He couldn’t understand why she would help him when he kept her captive. He knew he would eventually let her go but it was the law that he had to keep her for a time so she didn’t end up with some other brutish vampire as his slave. They would not hesitate to bed her and feed from her. She might get hurt. She didn’t realize he had taken her for her own protection. Why? He didn’t know. It might have been her resemblance to his maker.

He knew what she was going to do with the sword and was helpless to do anything about it. The firelight from the candles shown on his face in the dark room as he looked up at her, confused. Why would she do this? Had he not already asked that question? He gasped when he smelled the blood. It was so sweet and healthy. But he didn’t want to drink from her, He knew she didn’t want him to, but it was his nature. Once he tasted the blood on his lips, he could not resist it. His mouth opened and his fangs clicked out. But he would not bite her. He let his tongue lick out over the wound to spread the anticoagulants in his saliva over it so it would flow freely.

He locked eyes with her so this did not have to hurt or feel humiliating in anyway. He glamoured her so she would feel a sense of euphoria and pleasure in the act. He had a feeling he was going to hear about this for days. It reminded him that she was a woman who hated him and it brought back the feelings again. He was not fully sated but he was strong enough to get back to his bed. He grabbed her arm and latched his mouth onto it, licking over the wound to heal it up fully before letting go. He broke eye contact then avoided it completely. He looked away from her and scooted away. There was some fear in him as there was fire in the room and the sword could be used to incapacitate him. He quickly stood up and took it by the hilt and buried it deep into the alter where no human could remove it. He still didn’t look at her but looked at the floor instead. “Thank you.” He murmured. “The sun is still up.” He added then moved past her back into the bedroom.

Why was he afraid of a human. She could not hurt him. He was too fast and powerful. Even if he were a newborn he would be fine against a human. Because, he knew she was smart and if she wanted to hurt him, she could. Kait had tricked him onto the roof of his own casino, quite easily. He moved to the bed and got into it. As soon as he heard movement he spoke, “Fear is not the warriors way. I am no longer a man.” He didn’t know why he shared this with her and if she shared it with anyone else, they would never believe her. “I am no warrior. I am a coward.”

[virgina]

“I am helping you because it’s the right thing to do.“ Ginny wasn’t sure if he was going to take it at first. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do if he didn’t. It wasn’t like she could force her blood down his throat. Then she saw his fangs and knew that she had won this little argument. She expected to feel pain or at least annoyed about this but she didn’t. It surprised her, but she was actually enjoying it. She understood a little better about why someone would want to volunteer to do this.

She didn’t breath or blink again until he moved away from her. sat there for a few seconds, trying to get her bearings. “Now was that so hard?” she said quietly after she was finally able to find her voice. “your welcome.” she watched him stab the sword into the into the alter. It made her angry that he wouldn’t look at her but she wasn’t going to push the subject. She forced herself to her feet and followed him into the bed room.

“Stop talking like that.” she said quietly as she moved over to the bed, “Everyone has something they are afraid of. No one is scared of nothing. I bet even the scariest demon is scared of something, I‘m sure even the Vampire king has something that scares him.” Talking to him about it wasn’t really going to help, she knew that. How was she suppose to convince a Vampire that he wasn’t a coward.

“you could have done whatever you wanted with me. You could have held me down, raped me and took as much of my blood as you wanted…and you didn’t…I know you said you didn’t feed from me because you didn’t want me to hurt your wounds…but you could have held my arms down and kept me from hurting you…That makes you a good man you know, even for a vampire…and I don‘t see you as a coward. Even after hearing you talk like that.” She said quietly.

“But what I say probably doesn’t matter, I think you are a brave man, even if you don‘t.” She climbed into the bed next to him and pulled the covers over her. “Will you tell me what happened to you? Maybe it would help you to talk about it with someone…maybe after you sleep.”

[Thor Ericsson]

Thor didn’t know how to respond. She didn’t know him, she didn’t know his history or who he was. Then again maybe she did. His story, or part of it had been published in the New Vegas Journal but even that was glamorized. The life of a Viking was not what most people thought it was. It was not all raping and pillaging. It was struggling to survive, strike or get struck, be the strongest or die. And his clan, it was the strongest and he was their leader, their king, after his father was murdered.

“You don’t understand.” He murmured. And turned to look at her. He winced as the sheets rubbed across his delicate skin. “Cowards do not get into Valhalla. I was a coward, a woman had to rescue me. All because my preference for having sex with those I feed on. My sinful desires caused someone I loved very deeply to be so hurt that she attempted to take my life.” He sighed and closed his eyes. “I cant feed, I can’t sleep, I haven’t even had sex and that’s saying a lot for me. I jump at every sound, I avoid anyone who might have a sharp object, I even took all the wooden pool cues out of the billiard hall.” He couldn’t face her, or anyone so he turned away. “I am a coward who will cross the river of death in shame.”

[virgina]

"So you were in love with someone, and you slept with another person because that is how you feed....then she tried to Barbeque you on the roof?" Ginny didn't know how she felt about that. If she loved someone and they slept with someone else then she would probably be angry to, but he did it to feed so maybe the woman did go a little over board. She didn't really understand Vampires. "you’re heart broken because you lost the woman you love, and that has to make you even more miserable then thinking about being a coward doesn't it?" She sat up and looked down at him as he turned away from her. "I have been fighting zombie's and almost dying my whole life, I have had people I loved taken away by the people I am stuck with. There is so much I am afraid of, like you for example. I am scared of you. Yet here I am laying in your bed and trying to help you...I don't let my fear rule my life, and you shouldn't either” She was scared of him. He could very easily kill her if he wanted, even though she knew that he wouldn't.

"You need to let go of the past and stop being afraid Thor, maybe someone should smack some sense into you. I could hit you right now and I don't even think you would stop me or get angry." She leaned over and flicked his forehead. "come on be the big bad vampire that I know you are...If I am stuck with you then I am not going to let you sulk around. You just need someone to help you out with your fears and the things that are bothering you" She smiled a bit even though she knew she probably shouldn't be.

[Thor Ericsson]

Thor knew she couldn’t possibly understand what it was like to be eaten up with guilt the way he was. “I am not sulking. I am avoiding…” he sighed. “You don’t understand, you couldn’t. I am nearly a thousand years old. I know all the psychological mumbo jumbo and if they were all right about their assumptions no one would ever be afraid of anything. This is different.” His eyes drooped an his words trailed off.

“You know…I had a mate once, who loved me. Everything she did was because she loved me.” He mumbled. “I could do anything and she would still love me. She even brought me fine young men, a mild fettish of mine, to feed on and enjoy. She even watched or joined in.”

“I miss…” he mumbled and sighed, “I miss my first mates arms…” his eyes drooped shut and he sighed again, “around me…” he drifted off to sleep.

[virgina]

Ginny sighed, “whatever you say Thor. I know nothing and you are the all knowing old man.” she was to tired to try and argue with him right now. It was weird to her that she suddenly wasn’t bothered about being in the bed with him like she had been. For the most part it was because she was to tired to care about it. That and the fact that she had just cut her arm open for the guy.

She closed her eyes as she listened to him talk about his first mate. It sounded like she really spoiled Thor. It must have been amazing to be loved by someone like that, and it must have hurt like hell to loose her. Ginny didn’t know what it was like to lose someone that she was in love with. Love was something she hadn’t really had time for, but she knew what it was like to lose someone dear and close to her heart. “Good night.” she whispered when she realized he had fallen asleep.

All of this made her think of her brother and how much she wished that she knew if he was alright. It had been a couple months since he vanished. The first few weeks she had been determined to find him. Now, She wanted to make herself believe that she would find him unharmed someday, but as the days flew by she had lost hope. There was no way she was going to find him. Especially now that she had no freedom. Her brother was more then likely dead in some vampire’s basement or something in that nature. If is hadn’t have gone missing then maybe she wouldn’t be in this situation. She wouldn’t have mouthed off the vampires and she would have her freedom. In a way it made her angry at her brother, even though she knew she was the one to blame.

She knew if she kept thinking about it she wouldn’t get any sleep. So she pushed all of the thoughts out of her mind and pulled the covers tighter against her as she finally drifted off to sleep. She slept peacefully for the rest of the day and didn’t wake up again until she felt movement in the bed.