Fantasy RP Queen of Kings (open)

[Mysti]

Morgan

Morgan wasn’t a normal girl. Sure, she looked like a typical twenty-one-year-old woman, but the thing about her was that she was a human servant to a vampire. But not just any vampire, she was the human servant to the King of vampires. She hadn’t been a willing participant in what made her into his servant, oh no, he had bound her to him to save her life.

When the King of vampires had found her Morgan had been laying in an alleyway, beaten, broken and covered in blood. Another vampire had fed from her and instead of leaving her in a state of bliss had left her almost on the brink of death with the garbage. How she had ended up there Morgan couldn’t really recall; all she really remembered was going to a club with some friends of hers to celebrate her twenty first birthday. She vividly remembered lots of alcohol constantly being in her hands, different hands on her body and someone’s lips pressed to hers and the cold feeling of concrete against her exposed back. After that there was nothing until she had woken up naked in a large bed, the blood red dress she had been wearing the night before was nowhere to be seen and her body ached.

It had taken days for Morgan to wrap her head around everything that the vampire King told her and at first, she just thought he was some random psycho vampire who had compelled her and kidnapped her. But the more time she spent with him she realized that he wasn’t the kind of vampire to compel humans. He seemed to value a human’s right to say no to things and as such he hadn’t fed on her since Morgan had told him outright that she wasn’t one of those humans who sought out to donate blood to vampires. All of this had happened three months ago.

That had been until a week ago when the two of them had gotten into a massive argument over the fact that Morgan felt like a prisoner in his home, he seemed so possessive over her that if another man dared look at her too long, he seemed to take it personally. Sure, she found it a little hot with how possessive he seemed to be about her but Morgan didn’t let that get in the way of the fact that she wanted to do normal things and go out alone without him. She felt as if she could not do anything she wanted to do as she always had to go with him to fancy parties, events and even to the company he ran. So, after their argument Morgan had packed a bag with what clothes he had bought for her and had left without another word to him. Sure, he had given her space but Morgan could feel him now and again reaching through the bond they had with each other; it was as if he was checking on her constantly.

She had learnt a neat trick in the time she had spent around him, her trick was to mentally kick him hard enough to get him to get out of her head that he would feel physical pain from it. It was something she liked to do to annoy him. She knew he wanted to take care of her and show her that not all vampires were so cruel, but Morgan didn’t want to hear it. She just wanted to get back to being a normal human who sometimes spent time around vampires, werewolves and other humans. That was how she now found herself in a dimly lit bar with a beer in her hands surrounded by music, creatures and humans. Feeling the King riffling through the bond once again trying to find out where she was Morgan rolled her eyes at the intrusion.

‘Get out of my head! I am trying to enjoy a beer without you being a pest' Morgan hissed through the bond at him, what she didn’t realize was that by instead of just kicking him straight back out of her head, her memories showed him flashes of her leaving her apartment, what bar she had walked into and what she was wearing. She was clad in a black satin mini dress that left very little to the imagination if she dared to bend over in front of anyone, but it also clung to every curve of her body, and a pair of simple black heels. Her deep red hair was tied back in a slick ponytail away from her face to show off her forest green eyes. Getting a cheeky idea Morgan smirked into her beer slightly, ‘If you keep riffling through my head fang face, I will go and have sex with someone and make sure you see it all’ Morgan shot down the bond at him. She wondered what his reaction to that would be. Would he try and find her to make a point that by vampire standards she belonged to him even though she didn’t like it?

Morgan knew it would only be a matter of time before she found out.