Summary: You awaken in bed, in the mansion of your new owner. It takes you a minute, but finally, through the haze of drugs and panic, you remember: Beaumont stepping in at the last minute, outbidding the sinister Lovell, who had been so desperate to get his fangs into you. Beaumont introduces himself, reassuring you that he will not harm you. Even though he is your new master, his sweet manner makes your stomach flutter…

PART 1

Characters:

• ZACHARIAH BEAUMONT - Vampire; head of the Beaumont Clan. Kind and relatively humble. Believes that humans should not be enslaved, and that vampires should only subsist off donated blood. Lovell’s biggest rival, and a thorn in his side.

CW: mentions of human trafficking, slavery, & non-consensual drugging

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It seems like you’re finally waking up. Miss? Can you hear me?

Oh, good. Good afternoon, miss. Or–is it good evening? It’s been so long since I’ve been out in the daytime–when exactly does “afternoon” change to “evening?”

The Listener, in their drug-dazed state, suddenly sits up.

Easy, now. The drugs they use to subdue their prey are very strong. You’ll probably feel pretty groggy for awhile. I’d recommend you stay in bed, at least until–

The Listener, in their drug-dazed state, scrambles out of bed. As soon as they do, their legs give out, and they pitch forward.

Whoa!–

\Sound effect–Beaumont catches the Listener\**

It’s alright; I’ve got you. Here, why don’t you–

The Listener starts to struggle hard.

Miss–please, calm down. I know you’re afraid, but– \grunting, trying to hold the Listener back** –I swear, I’m not going to hurt you!--

The Listener continues to struggle, whimpering. “No; no; please, Lovell; no–!”

What? No! I’m not Lovell!

The Listener finally stops, looking at him.

That’s right. My name is Beaumont. Do you remember? Back at the auction house, Lovell was bidding for you, but…I bought you instead. I’m sorry–you probably don’t want to think about that right now. Here–let me help you get back into bed. There you go.

“You’re…Beaumont?”

Hmm? Yes–Zachariah Beaumont. Most of the servants just call me Mr. B, though. I swear, all of the Five Families’ names sound so pretentious. Beaumont, Covington, Lovell…

Er, I apologize. Anyway…after the auction, I brought you back home to my manor. I figured you’d need some time to recover from the drugs. The Lady only knows what’s in those syringes…

“Then–are you–?”

Hmm? Oh–yes, I’m a vampire, too.

The Listener’s eyes widen, their hand flying up to their neck.

I can’t say I blame you for checking. But don’t worry–you won’t find any marks. My family believes it’s wrong to drink from someone without their consent. You don’t have to worry about me taking advantage of you. Not in that way, or any other way.

“So I…I won’t be your bloodbag?”

No, you will not be my “bloodbag”. \grimacing** Ugh, I hate that word. Many vampires do enslave humans, keeping them alive as a self-replenishing source of blood…but you will simply be my guest; that’s all.

“But then–if you’re not going to drink from me–why did you..?”

Then, why did I buy you, if not for your blood? \softly** I…I just couldn’t stand to see another person fall into that piece of sh*t’s clutches. I know what Lovell does to his victims. He plays with them for awhile, until he gets bored, and then…\trails off with a grimace** But anyway, when I saw you up there on the stage…shackled, helpless, bruised…I just couldn’t let that happen to you.

“You’re sure it didn’t have something to do with my smell? He–he said that I…”

Yes; I am aware you have a…particularly lovely scent. It doesn’t matter, though. Unless you tell me you’re okay with it, I will not touch you. To do otherwise would make me no better than him.

“Is it common for someone to have blood like mine?”

\serious** Is it common to have a scent like yours? No, actually–it’s highly unusual. Some humans’ blood does smell better than others…but to have a scent as incredible as yours…I’ve never seen anything quite like it.

“Why?”

Do I know why? Well…no, I shouldn’t speculate. I promise you, though, I’ll look into it as soon as I can. In the meantime, if there’s anything you need, please, don’t hesitate to let me know.

“Should I call you ‘Master?’”

Oh, by our Lady of Night; no! You don’t need to call me “Master.” Technically, I did buy you, but— \trails off, exasperated; shakes his head** Other vampires may insist on going by their titles, but—at least in private—you can just call me Mr. B, or Zachariah, or whatever you like.

“Zach.”

Hmm? “Zach”?

The Listener giggles, still a little loopy. “Zach.”

\chuckle** I can’t tell if that’s the drugs, or your nerves talking. Well–either way, if that’s what works for you, then that’s fine with me. \muses to himself** “Zach”. That’s the first time I’ve heard that. Hmm–concise; modern; to the point. I like it. \to the Listener** And…I’m sorry. Here we’ve been talking all this time, and I never asked for your name.

The Listener hesitantly tells him their name.

That’s a beautiful name. So warm and melodic…like a nightingale’s song in summer. It’s a pleasure to meet you.

Well–I’ll give you some space to recover. After what you’ve been through, I can imagine you might have trouble sleeping, so I brought some books from the library. If there’s anything else you need, just ring the bell on the nightstand. Maryanne will be in to check on you from time to time. If you wish, she brews a lovely cup of chamomile tea. Then, maybe, when you’re better…if you’re okay with it…we could talk again.

The Listener nods.

Alright then. Rest well, Nightingale. I’ll see you soon.