~Warning~
Mild Blood and Gore

"Now, then. Any questions?"

Ryan keeps his gaze on the floor, shaking and trying not to cry. He's a vampire's thrall, now? No, this can't be happening! It just can't! He was supposed to graduate and go a good school, and learn about space! But now he's going to live out the rest of his live as a slave to some crazed vampire?

He finally manages to lift his head, looking up at her. Her eyes are black, save for glowing orange irises. Her lips are black and is her short hair. The vampire's skin is deathly pale, complimented by her dark clothes and deep reddish purple cloak. Ryan could feel the metal of her clawed gauntlets digging into his skin, when she was holding him. One wrong move, and Abby could probably slice is next open, with a flick of her wrist. 

"I guess that means you understand your place. Good." Abby's voice snaps him out of his thoughts, along with a pat on the head, that makes him flinch. Ryan looks down again, whimpering quietly. "Aw, cheer up! You're my prized thrall. That means I won't kill you." The vampire tells him. This does little to help, though. He shuts his eyes and flinches away when she leans closer and grabs his wrist. "Come on, I need to show you around." She tells him, as she begins to lead him away from the door. His one chance at freedom...

Ryan pulls on his arm, trying to get out of Abby's grip and to the front door. Her metal claws sink into his skin a little, but he doesn't care, only pulling harder and harder in an attempt to get free from her grip. The door is right there! Only a few feet away! His struggling proves to be a fruitless effort, though, as Abby only pulls him closer and glares at him. "You aren't allowed to leave, until I say so. Understood?" She questions, her eyes glowing brighter for a moment.

Suddenly... Ryan doesn't really feel like leaving. He still doesn't want to be here, but the door... doesn't really matter anymore. Abby could leave it wide open and he wouldn't even go near. He can't explain why he feels this way, and he knows he could run if he truly wanted to. But it now feels like any escape efforts just... wouldn't work. It's a suffocating feeling of being trapped, but it works. He doesn't want to go near the door anymore. He nods in response to the vampire's question, letting her lead him throughout the house.

First is the living room, with large fancy couches, a wooden coffee table, the rustic feel of an older building and... a large TV mounted on the wall. Abby explains that this place was built many many years ago and she's done what she can to keep it up to date with current trends and building regulations. Glimpses of history can also be seen in paintings on the walls, and strange decorative items that are scattered everywhere. 

The next stop is the kitchen. It's a lot more modern than the living room, but there are still quite a few antiques and there's even a cooking pot over a fireplace. The fridge, of course, is mostly full of blood bags and raw meat. "Hmm... guess I'll have to buy some more human foods for you. Raw meat and fresh blood probably isn't very good..." Abby muses, tapping her foot and looking into the fridge. Ryan's wrist is still in her grip as she walks around the rest of the kitchen, grabbing a couple of stray fruits and vegetables off of shelves and counters, to throw them into a bowl. "That should be good, for now." She tells her thrall, before leading him out of the kitchen.

The rest of the downstairs floor consists of a large bathroom, guest bedroom, and storage room. Abby also tells Ryan that there's a basement downstairs, that contains her weapons and armor. And a small forge! He... decides not to question that last part. Soon, they make their way upstairs. There's another bathroom, more storage rooms, a library and study, an open loft area with a small table and some chairs, and... the two bedrooms. Abby's room and Ryan's. Abby explains that her room is off limits for now and Ryan will have to clean up his room. It hasn't been used in a while, so it's filthy.

Abby lets go of his wrist and lets him open the door. Ryan shakily reaches out and carefully pushes the door open, fully expecting to see dried blood and old corpses. Instead what he finds is... surprisingly normal. The floor in most of the house is hardwood, and it's a little darker in here. The curtains are drawn, the bed is made, there's a bookshelf, a nightstand and a wardrobe. The whole place is covered in dust, and cobwebs, but... it's surprisingly cozy.

"Because you're my prized thrall, you get your own room! The others... eh, I'll figure something out." Abby tells Ryan, smiling as she leans on the door frame and watches him warily walk into the room and look around. He's calmed down much more, but still hasn't said anything this whole time.

"Um..." Ryan begins to shake again, slowly turning to look at his vampire captor, as he tries to speak. "Th... thank you.... for, uh.... n-not... killing me..." He barely manages to choke the words out, trying to peel his gaze away from the floor.

Abby grins and puts a hand on his head, ruffling his already messy hair. "Yeah, yeah, don't mention it. But if you mess up, I might have to get rid of you."