Chew toy
Hours must have passed by the time Anna awoke again. She had nearly passed out after her first taste of her life in the foreseeable future. The wound on her neck ached and pulsated as her body worked overtime to replenish the blood lost. The ray of moonlight had moved then extinguished, replaced by the faint whispers of sunlight taunting her for the freedom she lacks. Her head lolled on her neck, attempting to find a more comfortable position on her shoulders. Almost for the first time she actually registered the room she was sitting in was not entirely desolate. In Fact the room was covered in ornately decorated furniture: a plush settee and chaise lounge sit opposite each other surrounding a beautiful mahogany table. From the dim lighting she could not see much, however occasionally a soft breeze would blow a bed hanging of some sort over into her line of view and she was fairly certain she was trapped onto a chair to a vanity table. How peculiar, clearly she had been placed not in some sort of dungeon as she had originally thought, but in a lavish guest room of some description. Why was she placed in a place of such luxury? Admittedly, the room was unkempt and very cold with the draft. But the point still stands. They did have a dungeon, Ybbob had taken her to it when he had kidnapped her first. So why had his wife taken her to a guest room? And why tie her up to a chair with ropes? Surely after last time Esmerelda had not underestimated her, she even made sure to bind her arms together at the elbow. So why rope? To give her ropeburn? The slayer's head spun with a thousand possibilities but she currently had no coherent thoughts given her state. The last few hours were a whirlwind, tossing her this way and that and leaving her exhausted, and for a very obvious reason too. Onto of being a few pints of blood short, Anna hadn't eaten since the night she was taken. It could have been days, possibly even weeks since she had eaten and it was clearly getting to her. Drifting in and out of consciousness, the slayer's head dropped back in front of her limply. She had no energy left, no fight in her anymore.
Esmerelda, on the other hand, was extremely bored. She had spent hours upon hours pouring over books, removing and reapplying her makeup, anything other than cleaning up the mess her “guest” had left in her wake. The corpse of her lover lay, wooden stake still embedded in his chest, half dressed on the bed of the master bedroom with a look of permanent shock plastered on his face. A small part of her wished she had been there to see the smug bastard killed. However, she mostly felt violated by the events of that night. The man who claimed to love her: didn't listen to her wants, changed his plan- presumably cheating on her as he did so, brought another woman into her home and then got himself killed by the woman that he brought, the woman that she didn't want in her home in the first place! As well as this, her entire world view was shattered by this girl, widening her perspective and opening her to the idea that she didn't necessarily have to love a man to get the treatment she deserved - that she craved - only to have all hope of a loving future - a future where she was treated as not only a lover but also the strong woman she was - dashed upon the rocks as she felt that piercing blow through her chest. Luckily for her, the angle of entry was wrong and as such barely skimmed the still heart in her chest.
Her “lover” on the other hand…
Lady luck was never often on his side.
As she looked at her reflection - or lack there of- in the silver-backed mirror upon her dressing table she filled with a whirlpool of emotions. A rage-filled hatred coursed through her blood, a deep desolate sadness welled in her eyes and a curious sense of freedom flowed over her. She was free of the burden that lazy man had become. She felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders and she could finally breathe( if she had working lungs that was). Her body felt heavy but her mind was clear. She would get her revenge, revenge not for having her love ripped away from her but for having her hopes raised and then dropped on its head by such a feeble breakable creature such as that girl. And break her she was determined to do. Esmerelda was going to strip her of everything
-her power, her confidence, everything she could possibly lose- then give it all back in a change to earn the vampires favour and her freedom only for her to sink her claws into the slayers chest and tear the still-beating-heart out, just as she herself had had her heart ripped out by such a promise of the future she craved. She was going to toy with her new pet just as she had been toyed with herself. However, in order to do that she needed to keep her new chew toy alive. There was no point keeping a little kitten if it's just going to starve to death- that would ruin the chase!