The First Steps

The girl's dreams were odd, unusual. Sleeping in the harsh rays of the sun apparently did weird things to her subconsious mind. Though she would say sleeping, it was closer to the fact that she merely passed out from the severe exhaustion as her night energy had rapidly depleted, and with it, her ability to remain conscious. It was true, that it might have been possible that she would have been in real trouble. It wasn't certain of course, but she would really be stretching her luck with that sunscreen she had to use.

Be it all and well, her dreams consisted of a man. Not just any man, mind you. She had enough dreams of those and none of them were weird in the true meaning of that word. This one was weird because it was a man both familiar, yet vague in her memory. A sihloutte if you will, impossibly huge by human standards, yet human nonetheless. His being exuded a massive, intense presence and she could tell from the moment he had passed through the brothel doors that he was not a man here to indulge in mere momentary fleshly pastime. The girl had been both confused and intrigued by his visit. Brief though it was, their encounter was one that resounded with her for many years. True, he had touched her, but not in any way the other patrons did. His touch was warm, filled with the teeming energy that seemed to seethe through his veins. He commanded a great power, that much was certain. It may have also been true that it was the first time in her life she had a man to look up to, a role model of sorts. It was better than the sleaze bags she dealt with on the daily, at least.

When the little vampire woke up, she looked at the ceiling and yawned. Wait... ceiling? but didn't she pass out-

"Oh, my oh my~! It appears that I, Rhett Dragomir have been taken home by a suspected lecher. Why, even my clothing have been removed! Whatever shall I do about this, mm?" The girl said in her trademark prim and proper dialect, though in this instance, it was a mockery of such dialect. She spoke as if she was in distress at her situation, but in reality it intrigued her more than anything. The slight smile at the corners of her lips was proof enough of that. Looking around, she realized that the room she was in was actually.. rather lavish, if simple. She enjoyed the taste of whomever decorated this place.

Still, it was not the time to admire one's work, and more the time to seek out to whom the work was done by. Her sensitive ears picked up clattering from the kitchen while her nose picked up the slight aroma of human food. That was likely where her would-be captivator ended up, curious.

Not bothering to put any clothes back on, (not that she really knew where hers were, they were not in plain view) the girl slid out of the covers and padded her way to the kitchen, opening doors with as little sound as possible until she showed up in the kitchen, leaning against the wall, her hands clasped cutely behind her.

"Oh! it was a girl was it? How very, very naughty of you~! Capturing a little girl like myself from a park like some candy toting van driver? You know, if you wanted that, you'd only need ask~" She said, a sultry intonation about the girl's child-like voice. It would be an interesting thing to hear, coming from one who appeared so young, yet her eyes --as knowing and smug as they were-- gave hint of something much more going on.