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Zenithe was back in his room for the time being, having been waiting for Dmitri to return from his hunt, so that he could get this morning over with, He could see the horizon through his window, the dirt and smears preventing any of the true light from getting through. He eyed the sky, seeing the usual hue of fiery orange and white. Even after a century it hadn't changed though he couldn't say much about the whole concept of sunrise sunset. He wasn't even sure it meant anything at all. But what he did know, was Dmitri was back, with... someone else in tow. He could see them at the gate, the father of the house undoubtedly trying to introduce the person to the manor. They appeared to be a girl, though had trouble with something. Even from where he was, Zen could tell she had problems, her shadow wavering in her lower body. Some kind of dystrophy, he'd seen it before. In the elderly, and newborn animals, like them, she had wobbling legs. But enough about her, he needed to find why the older vampire would choose to bring yet another individual to the manor in the same night. He looked over, the horizon a bit brighter, the light hitting the upper corner of where his section of the building was. He focused his mind, briefly releasing the shadow of the building and shifting it over to its front, which gave the two more time.

Zen only figured he would attempt to get to know this one. At least she didn't smell of human. He backed away from the window, the shadow forming a bit to the center to keep the natural flow of things, in case anyone was watching and curiously approached the house covered in dark while the sun was beginning to rise. He closed his eyes, before walking into the nearby wall and at the same time exiting the main entry way's wall, hand on the locks. He opened the door ahead of the 'mothers' attendants in order to see for himself. What was going through this man's head exactly? Already bringing back two people before the day had even began. Zen waited a moment, before opening the door to see Dmitri already making his way. The girl was definitely not human, but the smell of her shadow said otherwise. She was turned, no doubt. His eyes never left Dmitri however, leaving his mind open just for a split second of control. "Another one... really? And this one can barely walk, let alone live correctly. You better know what you're doing..." His jaw tightened as his conscious closed once again, fingers tapping against the door's frame. He kept the door cracked slightly though making himself invisible once he retreated back inside. The shadow of the manor moved back a bit faster, his focus on it diminishing as the two of them made their way inside.
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                                                  Isabella allowed her to be led by Cassandra towards Anna’s room so they could begin the blood party. She watched as Anna ran off ahead of the two of them in order to get things ready and smiled. She looked back, her eyes scanning the door one more time as Dmitri left. She turned back to the stairs as she heard Anna’s footsteps on the landing so she could tell them that everything was ready. For a moment Isabella unhooked her arm from Cassandra’s as in her haste Anna almost fell down the stairs but breathed a sigh of relief when she managed to regain her balance and remained upright. Isabella then simply slipped her arm back into Cassandra’s before the two of them carried on walking up the stairs.

                                                  As the two of them got closer to the room Isabella could hear the sounds of Bach coming from the young girls room and that made Isabella happy, she was glad that Anna didn’t listen to the music that a lot of children listened to today, mainly because she thought that it was a lot of pointless noise and really didn’t think they understand what true music was. She unhooked her arm from Cassandra’s as they entered the room and Isabella took her usual seat at the table. She watched as one of the attendants entered the room pouring out drinks for them all, including the other guests around the table. She picked up her glass as Cassandra suggested they begin when she heard a male voice, it was the human. She remained silent but looked from him to Cassandra, her head titled slightly to the side before she brought the cup to her lips.


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As their 'tea party' was just beginning, Ari came in and asked them if they could watch Leland until Dmitri came home. Ari looked so tired and a little stressed. It took only a casual sweep of his mind to discern why. "Of course, my dear. Go rest." Ari was soon out the door and Cassandra watched the space that he had just left for a moment. It was strange how the concerns of the vampires of the house were on fighting off a potential intruder or attacking the human guest, but sweet Ari was worried about his arithmetic skills. How she wished that they would just pick up a tutor so that he could be homeschooled privately here at the manor. But she understood that Dmitri wanted him exposed to the human world to which he still belonged. That way, when the day came that he could make his choice whether to remain mortal or join them as vampires, it would be a fair, informed choice. Still, the humans didn't deserve him.

Turning her gaze to Leland, she motioned him forward to join them at the table. "Come, darling. Thirsty?" She asked as she gestured toward the pitcher of warm blood on the table. Leland had developed quite an attachment to Ari and Dmitri. Cassandra hoped that one day he would let her in as well. But she was content to give him time and space.

Turning back to her sweet, little Anna, she reached over to smooth the girl's hair lovingly. Cassandra smiled and was just raising her cup to her lips when she paused. The smooth, perfect skin of her forehead creased as she frowned in irritation. Setting the small cup back down carefully, she stood and turned to face the door as their human guest came bumbling in, asking for pain killers. Cassandra could look into people's minds but only what was on the surface. Her real skill was mental manipulation, whereby should could change their thoughts, feelings and perceptions. Right now she would like nothing more than to make Florian think that he was being staked out on the ground while she and Isabella, Anna and Leland all fed from him while he screamed.

But....Dmitri wouldn't like that.

So, with her full lips ever so slightly set in disapproval, she stepped forward toward him, her step not without a predatory edge as she put herself between him and her family. Once upon a time, she loved when people came to her with their ailments. Even today, she grew her herb gardens and would make teas and tonics and salves for whatever ailed Ari. But this human was not her family. In fact his very presence disturbed her sons and daughters. And he clearly couldn't listen.

Stepping around him, her steps circling him like a shark as her dark eyes ran along his features as she spoke. Her rich, sultry voice, colored with tones of the Old World purred low and threateningly at him. "You were assured safety within these walls if you but followed the rules. You were then told to remain in the room that you were given. You seek analgesics for the mildest of pains by stumbling forward into a house of those who thirst to drain your lifesblood." Circling around the front, she stepped back, as she clicked daintily in disapproval, shaking her head. "How unwise."

Just then, Cassandra's two attendants appeared at the door. It was about time. She had used her power to call for them when she sensed Florian approaching. She gave them both a scathing glare, to which they bowed their heads but did not back away. "Violet will take you back to your room and bring you something to help you rest. Kristopher will-" Cassandra broke off suddenly. Standing quietly for a moment her eyes flicked out the door to look over the balcony and toward the front door. "It seems that we have more company." Moving out of the room to stand on the landing, overlooking the foyer below, she watched as Dmitri opened the door and almost instantly Cassandra had all of the information that she needed.

Moving quickly, she stepped back into Anna's room, moving straight for her little girl. Leaning over, hands on Anna's sweet little cheeks, she kissed the top of her head. "Forgive me, darling. I must go help your Da." Raising her eyes to meet Isabella, there was a soft apology there. Could you stay with the children tonight? With the two guests in the house and the one that got away... She let the thought trail off as she spoke in Isabella's mind. She herself was going to be patrolling the halls throughout the night and continuing to check in on Ari as he slept.

Looking back to their human guest and her attendants, she flicked her wrist daintily at Florian. "Go on with her. If you leave your room again tonight, I'm tempted to let the less controlled members of this family have you." her words were forceful, leaving no room to be trifled with as she swept out of the room. Speaking psychically to both of her attendants, they set in motion. Violet turning toward Florian and Kris right behind his mistress as they headed downstairs to Dmitri and their new guest.

Looking past them, out the door, she could see the horizon painted with oranges and yellows. Poor Ari would get so little sleep. Dmitri really ought to give him the day of from school, she mused. But there were larger issues facing them. Cassandra passed a glance down over the young vampire. "Oh...my dear." Motioning Kris forward with a direct thought, she never took her eyes from Juliette. "Don't stress yourself any more. You are safe here. This is a servant of mine, let him help you to your room." Cassandra's power washed over Juliette, reassuring her.

As the male attendant saw to Juliette, Cassandra turned her gaze to Dmitri. At least he had gotten to hunt. But now, their manor was brimming with individuals that they had to manage. She didn't mind the extra work, she rather liked caring for the home that they had made together. But she worried for him. His heart seemed to know no bounds. Granted, she was fully behind in on taking in the vampire girl. They took care of their own kind. If only he would stop dragging humans in here.
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Bowing her head low and stepping to the side as her mistress brushed past and Kris broke off to follow after, Violet slowly raised her eyes to look at the human that she was charged with seeing to his room. She had showed him the way before but he had seemed disoriented and confused. This time she would have to make sure that he was in and settled. And as quickly as possible. She had seen Zen storming around angrily. Violet knew that Cassandra would other vampires in the house to feed from her and Kris as long as they were gentle with them. But she was thankful that Zen had never taken her up on the offer. Something told her that she would not come out of that experience alive. Still, a dark part of her thrilled at the thought.

So many things had changed since she came here.

Turning, she motioned for Florian to follow her as she once again ducked her head and walked on toward his room. Taking him down the hallway and to the rear stairwell, far away from the others, she led him to the guest quarters that he was staying in on the first floor. The room was small by comparison to her mistress's suite but certainly roomy and comfortable.

Closing the door behind Florian as he entered, her voice was soft and urgent. "DON'T leave this room again. I will come for you in the morning when it is safe to come out. There is a private bathroom from this room and no reason to go any further. I'll be right back with your medicine." With that, she turned and left. Strange, that a human made her so uncomfortable. After all, he was one of her kind. But, having lived amongst vampires for so long, it felt disconcerting to have this strange human amongst them. What if her mistress took a liking to him? Perhaps she decided that two male attendants would be better than only one. What if she was going to finally finish off Violet? Or just throw her out of the house? Truthfully, she didn't know which was worse.

She was gone from the room for less than ten minutes. Returning, she bore a tray with a pitcher of water and a glass, a cheese plate with crackers and some fruit and a pot of tea with a small ceramic cup. Setting it down on a desk near his bed, she poured the tea as she spoke softly, "Mistress uses herbs for healing. This is strong and will help the pain so that you can sleep. Two cups of it should do the trick."

Gesturing toward the dresser without looking at him, she continued. "There should be some clothes in here. If nothing fits, let me know," Kris probably had something that he could wear. Though Mistress might not like Violet giving him any of their things. Walking to the door, she paused without looking back, "Good night." It was strange, she hadn't used that phrase in ages. She was usually never allowed around Ari and she and Kris were expected to keep hours with their mistress, so they slept through the day as she did. Slipping out of the room, she closed the door and locked it tight until morning.
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Carry her to a guest room upstairs. His mistresses voice snapped in his mind. In the beginning, he thought he was going crazy. Then he had resented that voice. But now, it was no different than if she was speaking to him. Without an outward reaction to the voice in his head, he simply moved forward to the new vampire's side. Living amongst their kind, he had grown to have a healthy fear of those that were not his mistress. He was an athlete, and yet he knew that this apparently crippled vampire could kill him easily. So, before he touched her, he bowed his head and murmured, "At your service, my lady." It had seemed archaic to him at first. But now, he saw that many of these vampires were from a world when such phrases were not only common but expected. His small show of submission was hopefully enough to reassure the vampire that he understood his place as a servant and was only there to assist her.

Not that he had ever pictured himself in service to anyone. But, after the day that his mistress had appeared to him on that cliff when he was near death, he knew that his life would never be the same. And when she fed from him, he shuddered at the thought of the pleasure. Something about her had changed him. He no longer cared about the life that he had once planned on. His only wish was to serve her.

Leaning down, it was too easy to scoop the slight woman up in his thick arms. He was slow and gentle as he handled her, not quite sure how she was walking or what to expect. But as his mistress had commanded him to do so, he felt confident that she would not protest. Turning, he headed to the wide mahogany stairs that led up to the second floor. There were other guest rooms remaining on the first floor, but he supposed that it was because of the strange human that his mistress wanted the vampire woman on the second floor. Even still, he took her to the far wing, as far from Ari's room as possible, to an empty guest room. Being that she was a vampire and his mistress had seemed concerned for her, he took her into one of the more opulent suites.

They seemed to have regular enough guests that these rooms were kept clean and maintained so that they were ready at a moments notice to be used. Carrying her to the bed, he held her to his chest with one strong arm, as his other reached out to flip the covers down. When he was about to set her down on the luxurious Egyptian cotton sheets, he noticed the blood on her. Clearly not her blood. Taking a breath, he stepped back with her from the bed and turned for the bathroom. A wide, deep tub was built into a tiled ledge, which he sat her on the edge of, her back to the wall. "Shall I help you clean up, or just go and fetch you fresh clothing?" Knowing his mistress, if he was sent off to assist a vampire with something, he knew that he was at her service with whatever she needed or wanted.

His dark green eyes tried not to notice her delicate chin and dark, hauntingly beautiful gaze. Turning his eyes down to the floor, he knew that it was too late. His mistress would reach inside his mind and find those thoughts. This new vampire was going to be trouble.

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Juliette followed him indoors, and the older vampire seemed to disregard her. Perhaps she had been a bit impulsive to exclaim such a thing. Immediately, she was assailed by the presence of several vampires and humans alike. It sent her nerves on edge, but she was somewhat thankful for her overwhelmed senses. Surely now her exhaustion reached deeply enough to prevent another childish outburst from escaping her lips.
A minute was hardly allowed to pass before an elegant woman greeted her, whom she assumed to be the lady of the house. Juliette kept her eyes from widening at her beauty. Jewels adorned her every feature and caught the light with each graceful movement. She carried herself like a queen, and her words echoed gently through the girl’s mind. You’re safe here… Let him help you to your room…. You’re safe here… She couldn’t help but comply. Besides, she hadn’t expected staff, let alone as able-bodied and well-mannered as the man sent forth to assist her. He was a pleasant surprise.

Juliette nodded to show her acceptance and thanks. Her disability must have been quite obvious, for the man carried her to the upper floor. Though, even if she wanted to, she could not find it in herself to object. The constant use of telekinesis on her legs was absolutely draining, and his grasp offered much-needed relief. In his arms, she found herself distracted by the sound of his beating heart beneath his shirt—so distracted, in fact, that she found herself dazed until his voice brought her attention back to reality.

…Just what was he suggesting?!

Her arms flew to her chest defensively. "For a man, servant or otherwise…!"
she snapped, avoiding his gaze to hide the flush creeping into her cheeks. Tension clung to the air until at last her shoulders dropped with a sigh. ”…I am not so incapable that I cannot take care of such matters myself. Please, just bring me fresh clothes.” It was incredibly awkward to discuss such matters with a man, though perhaps in the modern time it shouldn’t have been. However, no matter how many years one has walked the earth, their upbringing is not so easily forgotten. Juliette had been bred to think and act a certain way, and no amount of effort could bring her to abandon those ideals.

Of course, her words may have not been entirely true. Her additional limbs would be able to reach and retrieve whatever she could need within the bathroom, but she wondered whether she had the necessary energy to do so. Also, it had been more than a few years since she had the opportunity to properly groom herself. The most she had gotten whilst held captive was the occasional water torture, which was hardly effective. It would certainly take her a minute to reacquaint herself with modern fixtures. Left for hot and right for cold? No, that can’t be right…or is it left? Juliette was far too proud to ask.

Regardless, after the man left and she had bathed, Juliette planned to sleep well into the next night.



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The girl's statement that she would find a way to repay him was met with a soft smile. She did not have to - the manor was always open to those that needed shelter. He supposed it was his aching desire for a family that had driven Dmitri to take in 'strays'. He had never had the opportunity as a mortal man to create a family of his own, hindered by his past (what could a poor man have to offer to anyone?) and his...preference. In his mortal life, the fact that he preferred the company of men would have been enough to get him executed. Dmitri turned and glanced at Zen at the shadow-bender's thoughts of distaste. "Yes, another one" he stated aloud, "I will hear no arguments against it. We take care of our own Zen. After all, I brought you here." Even though he regretted it now and again, whenever he caught Ari hiding in his room to avoid Zenithe. Speaking of...where was his son?

Dmitri left Cassandra's attendants to tend to Juliette, making his way upstairs. Ari's room was in a wing far from the room where Juliette was being taken. Dmitri opened his door and peered inside, spotting the human asleep in bed. His textbooks lay open on his desk, papers scattered here and there. Dmitri creapt inside and walked over, peering down at the desk. He sighed softly - Ari's grades were slipping lately and that worried him. He set down the paper he had been looking at and left the room so Ari could sleep in peace. Though his hunt had been successful, Dmitri was still tired. He retreated to his own suite, sitting down at his drafting table. He worked on the designs for the new library well into the morning, stopping only once he heard Ari stirring and rising for school. Dmitri saw the boy off to school, like he had every day since Ari had started attending. Then he returned to his room, shed his clothes, and fell into dreamless sleep as soon as he was under the covers.

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Ari returned home very late from school. By the time that he climbed the steps to the manor's front porch, the sun had set and the sky was streaked dark purple and gold. He nudged the front door open, shutting it firmly behind him. Then, Ari made his way to the front parlor, dragging his feet. He dropped his bookbag to the floor with a heavy thud. Then, Ari collapsed onto one of the opulent couches and buried his face in one of the pillows. He let out a silent groan as he closed his eyes. School had been...less than ideal. He had gotten little sleep the night before, and he had a feeling that if he had asked Dmitri would have let him stay home. However, missing lessons wouldn't do anything to improve his grades. However, he was starting to think he should have stayed home.

Ari wasn't exactly one of the most popular kids at the local high school. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. He was certainly popular amongst the bullies and those cruel of heart. His muteness and the fact that he lived in the manor, a place rife with rumors and speculation, mean that there was plenty of ammunition for the bullies. to cap it all off, his tutor had been replaced. Ari usually got tutored in math by a girl in his year, a patient young woman that was always willing to try and explain things in a way he could understand. However, her family had moved away. His new tutor was a boy in the senior class, and he was anything but patient. Ari's grades had fallen faster than ever before. There was now a letter from the school in his backpack, requesting a meeting with his father the following week. Ari let out another silent, weary sigh as he pulled a pillow over his head. Dmitri and Cassandra were going to be so disappointed...

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Zenithe saw from his window that the sun was setting, the dirt on it signifying the night was coming. It was something to behold, the sunsets here. He could actually see it without worrying so much about being burned by the damnable orb in the sky. He lay back in his bed, wondering what he could do to keep busy. Nothing. Absolutely nothing came to mind. He reached down, and pulled out a bag of blood, the small cooler by his bedside releasing ice cold smoke as he closed it to enjoy the plasma-in-a-bag. He sunk his fangs in, eyes to the ceiling as he drained the plastic free of the cold, refreshing crimson. It had been a quiet day for all of the, or so he could tell from his dark room. All of everyone's shadows, he could feel them. Most were sleep, some were going around doing what they did best. It wasn't his place to judge, however the time of understanding all of this was far from accessible. Zen simply finished the bag, and tossed into into the small waste bin across from his homey bed.

What could he possibly do tonight? The thought plagued him, as he'd rather be sleeping himself, which he couldn't do at all. Sleep was just something he never really needed ever since he became a vampire. Surprisingly enough he did feel sleepy and tired every now and again, but never enough to put him to sleep. Eff it, might as well take a small stroll through the manor halls. He closed his eyes, and let the shadow of the bed take him, before in the same moment, laying down on the hallway floor. He sat up, feeling the pressure change and temperature lower as he was in another part of the house. Albeit right outside his door and he was too lazy to just walk through a door. After standing, the shadow-bender dusted his clothes off, and began to walk about. He wouldn't call it wandering, more like, controlled aimlessness. Now was the perfect time, as he reached into his shirt pocket, and pulled out a lone cigarette. A block lighter within his jeans and soon lit the stick ablaze to enjoy it. He only started recently, say a few years or so, but he would only have one every month or so. Felt like tonight would be the night. He leaned up against the wall, Zen enjoying the cigarette in somewhat peaceful isolation.
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                                                  A sigh escaped from Sayuri Minamoto’s lips, she had spent far too long on the plane and she had grown bored. She didn’t know where they due to the fact that all the windows were blacked out by heavy material but they surely had to be there soon. The male sitting next to her picked up on what she was thinking and informed her that it wouldn’t be too much longer. Her chocolate coloured eyes moved to the body that lay on the floor of the plane before they flicked back up to the man. “I do not care what you do just get rid of it.” The man nodded and stood up before picking up the body of the woman that lay on the floor and vanished from view. Sayuri didn’t know what he did with the bodies all she knew was that it would vanish forever and that’s all she cared about. She didn’t even know the woman was on board until she’d appeared from the rear of the plane with a note from a new of her underlings with the words ‘For the Trip’ written in neat Japanese across it. Sayuri was quietly pleased with her little gift and enjoyed the drink during the long journey.

                                                  The plane jolted as they finally landed and Sayuri rose up from her seat. “Is it safe to leave or are we stuck on here for a few more hours?” She looked over to the male with her. He carefully looked behind one of the screens. He smiled and told her that they had made it just on time. “Good. Please send in our pilots, I wish to thank them for their work.” She moved away from the seats as the male lead the two pilots out. Sayuri’s eyes slowed turned a dark shade of red as she got to work. It didn’t take long for her to alter the memories of the people that stood before and make her exit from the plane. One of the joys of being a Vampire meant that she never seemed to suffer from jet lag. She watched as her bags were unloaded and taken to the hotel. She couldn’t guarantee that she would be offered a room by any of the vampires in the city so she had booked a room just in case. Sayuri had already decided that she would and enjoy her first night in the city. She did the usual boring checks at the airport and left, with her male companion by her side. She wasn’t sure where she was going but she really didn’t mind.

                                                  No sooner had the sun rose and sent Isabella back to her room it set once more, Isabella slowly emerged from her room, dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans. She didn’t really want to get dressed again today but with the new arrivals the night before she wasn’t taking any chances this time. Her first stop tonight was the kitchen, she was thirsty. She jumped up and sat on the kitchen counter as she slowly started to drain the bag of blood. Her head turned when she heard the door open and close. Ari must have been home, she looked up at the clock. He was late. She jumped down from the counter and started to look in various different cupboards, her bag of blood in her other hand. She found what she was looking for and left the kitchen.

                                                  Isabella walked into the front parlour and was confronted with Ari, who was looking less than happy. She looked down at the object in her hand before walking over the holding out her hand revealing the chocolate bar. He looked like he needed it. She didn’t wait for him to take it but placed it down on the seat next to him before she sat down in a chair on the other side of room. She brought her knees up to her chest and carried on drinking from the bag.


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Lestat was doing his usual routine. Drinking his alcohol, watching the people out and about, and wondering about the vampire group. He decided he would avoid contact with them unless they came to him or if he needed them for some reason. But that was highly unlikely. He hasn't needed anyone for years, so he isn't about to change now. He sat there, looking out, and was hit by a feeling. Like he was being watched. Either another vampire has found him out, or the hunters found him out already. He calmly put the cap on the bottle, and got up and threw on his coat. He would take a walk around town, feed, and see if he still feels the sensation. Lestat opened the door, walked through, and shut it behind him. When he turned around, he saw a man running around the corner. "Wonder why he's running." He started to follow the man

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CASSANDRA DIAE


LOCATION : Remington Manor
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The lithe, young female attendant squirmed in Cassandra's firm hold, letting out low moans and pleasured whimpers as her mistresses face was buried against her soft, delicate throat. Cassandra's long, thick black hair was loose and hung straight and full as she fed with a gently smoldering thirst on the blood of the lovely Violet. It simply didn't do to fix ones hair before her first feeding, it always needed touched up afterward. Cassandra's fangs had pierced her attendant's neck just enough to drink from her. Full lips making a seal around the site so that not a drop of the girl's succulent blood was wasted. It was tedious to feed this way. How she wanted to sink her fangs in deeper and feel the blood explode into her mouth instead of this meager stream. But, if the girl was to live beyond the feeding, the wounds had to be small enough to close quickly.

All the more reason why Cassandra kept her habit of taking a long vacation every year, she would see the world and slack her thirst for gluttonous feeding, though she still operated within Dmitri's comfort of only killing those humans that would be termed 'criminals'. Still, those weeks of allowing herself to be truly wild and dangerous, helped her maintain her own desires while back at the manor.

Violet cried out, a breathy soft half-moan as her slender body writhed. Cassandra's powers stroking deep into her mind. All pain and fear twisted into pleasure and desire, igniting her senses, delighting every nerve and filling her mind with scenarios far more titillating than what was occurring in reality.

Soon enough, Cassandra pulled away to Violet's protesting whimpers of disappointment. Cassandra paid her no mind as she moved away. Usually she left her attendant satisfied but this morning she was in a particularly sour mood. The human still within the walls, the questions raised by the sweet young vampire covered in blood, the teleporter and his thinly veiled threats. After Violet recovered, she quickly moved to her mistress's side and helped her get ready for the evening. The floor length, one shouldered red dress was only heightened by the multitude of diamonds that she layered on. Her hair was put up in a lovely braided bun with diamond combs on either side.

Standing from her vanity as Violet was finishing her fussing, she spun away from the girl without a backward glance and threw open her doors to see to her household. A slight brush of the minds within these walls was enough to tell her that she was later than she preferred. Dmitri saw Ari off to school, she liked to be here to welcome him home. She also had to see to Anna and Leland before she could check in on their house guests. Heading down the wide hallway into the other wing of the manor, she knocked on Anna's door before pushing it open and stepping inside. "Good evening my dear, how did you sleep?"
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Kris' head bobbed slightly as sleep nearly took him again. His mistress had insisted that he remained stationed outside the new vampire's suite, should she need him or should she attempt to leave. Not that he would be able to stop her as much as alert the others if she was about to go on a killing rampage. She seemed a quiet, delicate sort, but she had come in covered in blood. During the day, while the sun was high in the sky, he allowed himself to sit in the hall, his back leaning against the wall adjacent to her door and doze. But that sort of position lent itself to poor sleep and a sore neck and back. Now that evening was arriving again, the occupants of the house were beginning to stir.

After he had been summerally dismissed from the new vampire's chambers last night, he had hurried to his quarters that he shared with Violet, off of their mistress's suite, to bathe himself and put on fresh clothes before he returned to his new charge with clean clothing. After all, wondering through a house of vampires with blood on you was asking for trouble. He had selected a few of the nicer things that his mistress had given Violet. A long white silk sleeping gown with thin straps and lace at the bodice, and a black gown with matching undergarments. It was somewhat understated, of course, but the few times that she had taken Violet with her when she traveled back to the old country, she had insisted that her attendant be properly turned out. The gown would have to do for the next day. Leaving the items on the bed while she was still in the bathroom, he had slipped back out of the room to assume his post. He assumed that once his mistress met with her, he would be sent to procure what their new guest needed.

Being that it was his duty to see to Remington Manor's newest occupant and she had yet to call for him, he braced himself before knocking on her door and then slipping inside. Closing it behind him, he paused as he let his eyes adjust to the dark room, "Forgive me, my lady. I was told to rouse you. My mistress will be around shortly to meet with you. Shall I help you dress or," he paused for a breath, "should we address your hunger first?"

A few times since he had come to the Manor, his mistress had allowed others to feed from him. But, this would be the first time that it would happen outside of Cassandra's watch. If the girl wanted to drink from him, that was. The other inhabitants of the manor seemed to all drink from stored blood, which he was able to go and fetch if that was what she desired, but his mistress had told him more than once how it paled in comparison to blood from the vein. Judging by the state of their new guest last night, it seemed that she would agree.
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Violet sniffed again as she moved around her mistress's room straightening and cleaning. Something was wrong, different. She hated when her mistress was angry with her. Strange, before Cassandra had found her and brought her here, she never had a single inclination to do anything with a woman. But, after feeling her beautiful mistress's bite and the pleasure that came from it, she didn't know how she could ever go back to anyone else. Even the nights that she and Kris had tried to soothe the ache for more with each other, it wasn't even close to what she got from her mistress's bite.

But lately....she sniffled again and went to the bathroom to blot her eyes and clean up her face. This was the first time that she had been fed from in weeks. It was always Kris. She felt like she was slipping into the background. She was called on for chores and tasks, but she feared that her mistress had become bored with her. And now, she was giving away Violet's clothes. Granted, all of Violet's possessions had come from her mistress's generousity, but to have them taken away to give to another.

Violet didn't realize that she had her hands clenched into fists until she heard the sound of the small handtowel that she had dabbed her face with, ripping in two. As an attendant to her mistress, she was supposed to be courteous to all of the residents of the Manor, and its guests. But she hated the girl. Hated how concerned her mistress had looked when she took in the girl's condition. Hated how her things were just automatically available for the girl's needs. Hated that look in the mistress's eyes. Such concern and awareness. As if it wasn't bad enough that she looked at Isabella, Anna, Leland and Ari like that. Even the soft understand looks that she gave Zen or the smoldering flashes of desire that she occassionally shot at Kris. But once, Violet had got those smoldering looks as well. Not anymore. And now, another 'adopted child' of sorts was here to further take her attention away from Violet.

Growling as she cleaned up her mess, she could only hope that the new guest would be moving on soon and not taking up permanent residence here. Otherwise, Violet might have to get...creative....

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With: Isabella || Where: The parlor || Doing: Homework and pouting || Wearing: More School

Ari heard cupboards opening and closing in the kitchen and frowned - who would be in the kitchen at this hour? He could cook for himself and the vampires didn't need food. Perhaps Violet or Kris were making something for Florian. Was he still there? Ari really didn't know. Their human houseguest had still been asleep when he had risen and left for school. He sighed and pulled the pillow away from his face. Smothering himself wasn't going to improve his math grades, he supposed. Ari had started to get up just as Isabella entered the parlor. He managed a small smile and a signed, "Good morning," to the woman. The chocolate bar bolstered the smile slightly and he added, "Thank you, Isabella." Ari sat up and toed off his shoes, then sat on the couch and opened the chocolate bar. He nibbled on it as he reached down and grabbed his bookbag, hauling it onto the couch at his side. Ari dug through it and found his algebra textbook and notepad.

He opened the book to the assignment and flipped open his notepad. Then he looked up at Isabella. "Is Papa home?" he asked. Dmitri had mentioned a meeting with the town council in regards to the library that he was designing for them, but couldn't remember if it was that evening or the next (spoiler alert: it was that evening). Like Cassandra, Ari wished that he could just remain at the manor and be tutored. The residents of the house had collectively been alive for centuries. Surely they could teach him things that school couldn't! But, Dmitri was adamant that Ari needed socializing. If only he knew, Ari thought as he broke another piece off of the chocolate bar. He really didn't think being shoved into lockers and tormented by his peers was the sort of "socializing" that his father had in mind. Ari glanced down at his open bookbag, the corner of the letter sticking up and out. Perhaps his crashing grade would finally convince his father that he wasn't meant for public school.

I can dream, I suppose, Ari thought as he went back to his homework. He didn't see the point in school anyway. It wasn't as if he was going to have a shot at a normal future. A mute boy with literally no memory of life before age seven, adopted by the man that possibly murdered his mother and raised by vampires. He doubted that such a thing would impress any college recruiters or look good on a resume.

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Egyptian cotton… Even in a family as wealthy as hers, the finest sheets Juliette had ever slept upon were woven from long-staple Pima. Though, after years of abuse, not even sandpaper could have brought her to complain. To offer a complete stranger such opulence, the household had to have been incredibly rich or gracious, perhaps even both. Even the nightdress she had been given was adorned with soft, Venise lace. Regardless, fate had given her a second chance by bringing her to this place. Juliette wasn’t sure whether her fortune was the doing of the Lord, the Devil, or something else entirely, but she decided that, as a vampire, such trivial deities should hardly matter.

The sun was beginning to set when the door opened and the human’s presence joined the room, bringing her pallid eyelids to flutter to life. Again he offered to help her dress, though it hardly stirred a reaction from her. Rather, it was the phrase that followed that seemed to strike her hard against the face-- ”…should we address your hunger first?” Hunger. Those six letters pounded against her skull-- Juliette wasn’t sure whether to embrace or loathe that sensation. At the brink of starvation, hunger had forced her to become a monster that she both feared and despised, a beast that acted on animalistic instincts and viciously slaughtered nine people to sustain its own pathetic life. But without that beast, Juliette would still be withering away into nothingness in those hunters’ lair. The very nature of vampiric hunger, she decided, couldn’t ever be anything but cruel.

She considered her words as carefully as she could with a still-tired mind. If she was to abandon self-control entirely, she’d gladly have the human wound tightly around her little finger and his blood on her tongue. But to indulge in apathy so quickly would be cheap and humiliating, and the very thought of such vulgar behavior was appalling. Juliette knew better than that. His words clung to the air for a moment before she finally drew in a breath and responded, deciding it best to ignore his hunger comment entirely. ”I believe I can dress myself,”
she began softly, ”However, should I find myself needing assistance, what name am I to call?”

It was her way of asking his name. She preferred to address others directly if she could. It was also her way of admitting weakness with explicitly stating so. It was, perhaps, foolish to refuse blood, but the despair of that place still lingered on her tongue. Juliette knew that as she was, she wouldn’t last long without it., and soon her abilities would begin fail her. At that point, her true, useless nature would be exposed for all eyes to see. But, the human seemed reluctant of the idea of her feeding from him. Therefore, as long as even the slightest sliver of doubt remained, she decided, she would not indulge in his blood. She wasn’t sure why, but to her, it seemed greedy and wrong to feed from him.

❝Be still, sad heart. Be still and cease repining.❞

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