((yay! Okay, do you want to start? Where should we place Joel and Rori? Like how far apart, etc.?))
((yeah far apart and Matt has to be all evil and stuffs))
Rori sighed. She lay on her silk sheets, waiting for Matt to fetch her. The Tower was so reinforced by steel that she always failed to escape. Her fangs ached, as he was now starving her of blood just to see the effects. Sure, she had a fancy room, and nice clothes.... but she was a prisoner nonetheless.
Matt had just left Joel's room. The male vampire hadn't been deprived of blood, so Matt could test the difference between them. Obviously, Joel was much stronger, tried to break through the door. But even if he got through the door, it was unlikely he would find Rori. He opened the door to Rori's room that closed automatically, instantly after he stepped in. "Morning," he sighed, looking at his watch. "How are you today?"
Rori bared her fangs. "Worse, now that you're here." She grimaced. "The fact that you've switched my sleeping patterns is just fantabulous."
"I don't think that's a word," Matt sighed flatly. "Your friend is doing perfectly fine with the switched sleeping patterns. Maybe, he is a better specimen than you are," Matt looked up from his watch and paced the room slowly. "How quickly can you move? Now that you're physically drained and all."
Rori glared at Matt. "You're human," she whispered. "Aren't you supposed to have feelings? Morals?" She lifted herself out of bed and was in his face in an instant. "I'm your prisoner."
"I know what you are," Matt spat, pushing her slightly. "I have feelings, just not positive ones, got that?" he flicked her forehead. "I'm pretty sure your head it hollow though, it makes an odd noise." He wasn't being genuine, just trying to make her mad.
Rori looked away, down at her feet. She shut down when he treated her like this. They're were times when he was deceptively sweet, and she didn't know which was worse. "Can we please get on with this?" She whispered.
Matt shrugged, "If you're so eager to wear yourself down, then be my guest. I need you to run around the room until you get tired. I know it might take a while, but I have a lot of time on my hands. I'm timing you."
Rori gave him an incredulous look. If he thought she was gonna run around in circles like some dog.... He had another thing coming. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared defiantly into his cold eyes.
Matt rolled his eyes and glared at her coldly, his eyes practically emotionless. "Now. I was thinking about giving you some of your nourishment after this. But only, only, if you cooperate."
Rori bared her fangs. "I'd rather starve than give up the last bit of dignity I have. Although... If you let me see Joel, I'd reconsider." She widened her eyes innocently.
Matt scoffed, "Nope. You can starve if you'd like though. You can't see him."
Before she could help it, Rori moved her hand to strike Matt's cheek.
Matt moved his head back slightly, seeing the hand coming, and managed to miss the worst of the slap (the palm), but still recieved a slap from her fingers. He reached out and grabbed her wrist. "You think you're going to get to see your boyfriend with that attitude?" he growled.
Rori blinked back the tears in her eyes. They were tears of blood, of course, except now there was only a little bit—Matt had drained her. "You already said I'm not going to see him," she said.
Matt shrugged, "I'm very changeable. You might be able to see him eventually if you both cooperate. You're the only one really causing my problems right now."
Rori thought about it. No matter how much she loved Joel... She just couldn't. She could tell Matt saw the resolution in her eyes. Rori tried to take a step back....
Matt tightened his grip on Rori's wrist. "Nope, I don't care if you want to work with my terms, or not. You're going to do it. Now. Run."