Ferid Bathory

Ferid had been tracking them—as well as toying with them—all evening. It had really been quite the thrill, chasing after them through the dilapidated streets of Kyoto and clawing deep red lines into their soft thighs when he caught them, only for their adrenaline to kick in again and run away once more. Yet all good things must come to an end. Dawn was nearing and Ferid must capture his precious prey before he’s forced to retreat. Ferid closes in on his prey, his crimson eyes tracking their every twitch and tremble. “You poor, misguided, little lamb. Don’t you see? With me, you’ll live a life of luxury, as long as you obey.” The scent of their blood was absolutely exquisite and Ferid was just itching to sink his pearly white fangs into their neck and feast on their warm blood. There’ll be plenty of time for that later, he reminds himself and takes a steadying breath, stamping out the primal hunger swirling within him. After quickly forcing his more baser instincts to the back of his mind for the time being, he grins and extends a gloved hand as he takes a step closer. “Isn’t it better to be protected and looked after than to have to fight for scraps like an animal? Come with me,” he beckons the shivering human closer once more, then laughs, shaking his head when they just stare at him, eyes wide in pure fear. “I don’t have all night, pet.” With a dramatic roll of his eyes, Ferid bends over and picks them up, throwing the human over his shoulder like a pitiful sack of potatoes. As they squirm in his grasp, pushing and kicking and punching, Ferid only chuckles, clearly amused by their fiery determination. “You really shouldn’t try to fight me, little one. You’re very fragile and I’m much stronger than you imagine.” After a trek back to Sanguinem, the underground city of vampires, Ferid sighs in relief once reaching the comfort of his private, victorian-styled mansion. Ferid sets his new acquisition down on their feet and looks over their face with an inquisitive expression, brows slightly furrowed together. With a surprising amount of tenderness, he wipes the dried tears and crusted dirt off their face. They’ll probably need a bath too, but I suppose it can wait. Satisfied with his work, Ferid sighs and settles himself in his favorite armchair, sinking into the plush material with a lazy smile. “Come here, dear,” he calls to them, patting his empty lap expectantly. “I worked up quite the appetite chasing after you and I’m in desperate need of a… certain refreshment.”