Familiars

Previous point -The Domicile

'As you might already know, I'm a familiar. What does this mean? This means - no touchie.' Carol smiled prettily. 'Familiars are human companions or if you wanted to be shitty about it, we're pets. Having a familiar means responsibility. The familiar will obey your every command, wish and desire. We are not sexual toys, but used as assistance when dealing with the Human world. Point of contact, if you will.'

Carol pulled her hair back so the yellowish bruises on her neck were clearly visible. 'We are also snacks. This is purely a win-win situation. As you know, wanting to be bit brings a euphoric sensation to the human. Not wanting to be bit...well that hurts like a motherfucker. The vampire blood causes us to heal quickly so more often than not, all you'd ever notice is a little hickey.'

She brought her hands back down and crossed her arms. 'A familiar is also protected by the clan and specifically that vampire. A familiar being bitten, assaulted by another vampire is death. If by another 'clan' vampire - well it's a date with the sun. There are also rules for us. We obey our vampire masters. Period. Any refusal results in our immediate death. Either by our master or the clan.' Carol stepped close and whispered. 'I've seen a familiar hunted down by the clan Mercs.' She shook her head sadly. 'Fucking mess to clean up.'

She clapped her hands once and smiled. 'Any questions? No? Good, let's proceed, shall we?'

Next - You meet your Leader and speak of The Clan Trade - Mercs