There was work to be done. Marvin's unconscious body would have to be moved. Not only did he stink up the lounge, but his terrible drab attire and his filthy tank top completely clashed with the style of the furniture. Kristian knew that wouldn't do. Not in his house.
He left Jayden's slowly rocking body alone for a moment. The handsome man still mumbling to himself, repeating the truths its new master revealed to him only moments ago. Dragging Marvin's unconscious body through the house could make a terrible mess. So Kristian lifted the body and carried it through the maze of elegantly designed rooms, all built as exact replicas of Victorian English style.
Finally, the basement door came into view. A strong oak door with metal braces, hiding behind its thickness the long wooden stairs curving down to the underground basement. With no sentiment or forbearance, Kristian flung the door open and carried the body downstairs, occasionly banging its head against the stairway's railing. A large metal cell stood at the ready. Marvin's unconscious form offered no struggle, as his hands and feet were chained to the wall. Kristian closed the cell door behind him, and gave a satisfied look at the underground dungeon. Built during colonial times, this place was solid stone and woodwork. A bomb could go off in here, and the neighbors would be none the wiser. If course, Kristian's house had any neighbors. Secluded homes in abandoned neighborhoods were always his favorite.
Leaving Marvin to his broken slumber, he climbed quickly back, locking the dungeon door behind him. 'Training a new slave is such a hassle', he thought. 'No wonder I've been putting it off for so long'. Coming back in to the lounge, his eyes fell again on his new acquisition. The young man was beautiful. Even Kristian had to admit that. His gaze wondered slowly up from Jayden's large, powerful calves and thighs, to his perfectly symmetrical torso. The slightly ruffled T-shirt gave subtle hints of the chiseled body underneath. Finally, atop his wide bull-like neck, Jayden's face was quite lovely. Full dark lips. A sharp, narrow nose, and deep green eyes that held such promise. These eyes were now out of focus. Staring inwards, into Jayden's own mind, as he still tirelessly repeated Kristian's words.
Kristian took a minute to admire the tranced man. 'Not so much a Greek god. More of a wuxia male, I think', he muttered. Then, the smile on his face widened, his fangs clearly shining in the room's dim lighting. Training such a slave may hold its advantages, after all. Kristian approached Jayden's immobile body, and their eyes met once again.
Jayden seemed to immediately focus on those glowing red dots. As Kristian's widening smile exposed his killer fangs once more, he began to speak.
"You are so relaxed right now. And that feels good. You're worries washed away. Your cares far from you. And the more you gaze into me, into my eyes, the smaller and further they become for you. In fact, you cannot even remember them anymore. And as you forget, a feeling of bliss and joy spreads throughout your body. Warming you up from the inside. Isn't it nice, boy?"
Jayden's dreamy face relaxed. The wrinkles around his mouth and eyes melting into complete relaxation, as the sublimely musical voice played along. The words carrying a power he had never felt before this day. All he could do is listen. All he wanted to do, is listen more.
The vampire's next move was impossible to all human hypnotists, limited by their own mortality. He moved, and stayed in place at the same time. His unnatural speed allowing him to seem in two places at once. One image, right in front of Jayden's unfocused eyes, continuing to deepen his hold on this intruder. The other, slowly lowering Jayden's helpless body onto the massive, crimson, Victorian sofa. The rapid movement created a low hum, felt clearly in the room, as the vampire's lightning fast back and forth motion cut through the air, creating waves of weird, and unnatural reverberation. The hum seemed to have an effect on Jayden. His eyes, already out of focus, rolled back into his skull. Leaving behind only white, blank orbs.
