A Heart so Cold

archebold Fear is the price of imagination "Fear is a powerful tool." Archebold countered smoothly as he guided her into his study. "It can bend will and break even the bravest. We all fear something. Even myself." As he led Isla into the study he would step away quietly. The room was filled with volumes of old tomes, maps, documents of various sorts. Weathered by time and cruelty that fell over the lands. At the south end rested a worn and dusted piano to which he tuned up personally. Archebold at first leaned against a desk to observe her, allowing Isla to explore if she chose to do so. "Where are you? You're absent of light but it does not mean you can not see." The room smelled of old pages, the air sense with dust. Drapes flung over the windows though a passing breeze could be felt from the wind that would push throw. Archebold slowly stood, walking behind Isla as he took her hand from behind and gently guided her fingers to glide along the dusted keys of the piano. "Smell, touch, listen...see." The latter whispered into her ear as the pulse of her neck could be seen. "Fear can also be invigorating, heightening every sense...pain or pleasure." Hands gently pressed against her hips as he turned her slowly to face him. "Do you see where you are now?" Seductively he would guide her hands to his faces, just grazing against his fangs. "Do you see me?" Fingers raised and gently brushed her hair away from her neck, darkness consuming his eyes. "You will make my tongue sing...and know just how generous I can be for sharing such a gift." Archebold leaned close to her neck, hearing her heart pumping as he grinned, lips grazing her neck. "So beautiful..." He quietly spoke before plunging his fangs into her neck. Arms firmly holding her shoulders, tightening if she attempted to squirm free, though his bite was surprisingly gentle after the initial pierce of her flesh. The taste, pure, untainted by magic or animal forms...pure and perfect.