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 Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 4:28 am
 ♣ Jamie Katherine ♣
"Yes, Master," she whispered softly. She closed her eyes and waited for him to withdraw from her so she could straighten herself. Following him back, Jamie examined her wounds. Blood was trickling down her fingertips, making dark red snail-trails. She lapped it up as mannerly as she could. In a world filled with bloodthirsty monsters, literally, she couldn't afford the smell of blood on her sleeve, even. As she relocated the bracelet to an undamaged area of skin and cleaned the wound as best she could, her stomach gave a soft growl that echoed off the stonewalls. Jamie dropped her head out of embarrassment and held her tummy, murmuring an apology under her breath.
Humans. At least they keep us alive even if it's just for our blood.
"Pierre?" she barely whispered, but knew he could hear her.
Jamie didn't mind bruises and cuts, but she never had to have her blood sucked out of her. What if she fainted? What if she wasn't what he was looking for? Would he throw her away if she tasted bad?
She wanted to laugh. That sentence sounded weird in her own mind. Even if he did like her blood and drank it all, at least she would die with some knowledge.
She forgot what she wanted to ask him and shook her head faintly.
Once outside, he dismissed her to her room. She remembered that he had business in the basement and gave a little bow before wandering off in some direction until things would start to seem familiar. Finally she reached her room and closed the door behind her. She fetched a knife from the kitchen and dressed herself in her old clothes again. Sneaking into Pierre's quarters she found a container and hung the key around her neck after locking the storage door again. The forest wasn't so hard to find as her first day's memories were still freshly imprinted into her mind.
Not the young ones, or not the old ones? She debated while looking for a deer. It was going to be hard to slay an animal, but she had to do it.
A lost fawn was wandering aimlessly, touching its nose against every rock and leaf. When it caught a whiff of Jamie, it seized in fear.
"Shh..." she said softly, taking baby steps towards it.
It darted deeper into the forest and gave Jamie a bit of a chase. Just as she was about to give up, the fawn stopped. A pair of gleaming eyes eyed them both. A grumbling rose from its position, followed by a flash of white fangs.
Wolves.
Jamie sympathized with the fawn, but she had to get out of there. The fawn kept up with her, but it was limping from running away from her and hit the ground with a thump. The wolves sank down on it and its desperate protests were silenced soon thereafter. Jamie winced.
She hid herself in a hollow tree to catch her breath. How much blood does one vampire need?
"Well, well. Look what we have here." A young, dark-haired man appeared from the darkness. He seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember why.
"Such a fair, little hunter. Oh, not a hunter. Just a flower," he mused. Jamie got on her feet and tried to make a hasty escape.
"Sorry, I have to get back."
"Now, now. What's the hurry?"
"Sir, I have to get back," she started to walk into a direction.
"The Prince's little slave girl is lost," he cooed. A hard substance hit her body and made her crash to the floor. Her ears ringed from the impact and her vision started to blur. She ignored the pain searing through her being and tried to get up, only she couldn't. The vampire was on top of her, holding her down with incomparable strength. She felt his hand run up her side...
"No," she breathed into his smug grin and yanked out the kitchen knife. It entered his skin, but it wasn't deep. It was just enough to catch him off guard. She ran. She didn't know where to, and she didn't care. She just needed to get away from him.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 4:48 pm
Jean-Pierre locked the doors behind him after making sure no one was following. The cells stretched before him. He headed through the side door, decended down five flights of stairs, and wandered to a back cell across from a wooden table. He took a jug off of it and poured it into a small wooden cup, handing it through the bars to a young, bright-eyed boy. The boy took the cup and drank deeply as Jean-Pierre sat on the ground next to him.
"How is the cough," Pierre asked.
"Okay," came the simple reply.
"Yeah?"
"Why are you mean to that girl, Pierre?"
"Jamie? Because if I'm not, she won't have dicipline and she might do things that she is not supposed to. Things that make the others angry. They'll hurt her for it," he sighed, "I don't want that to happen." The boy quietly finished his water. Finally, he put the cup down on the stone floor and turned his big blue eyes on Pierre. "Are you going to turn her?"
"I don't know, James. It's a hard life. I don't think I'd wish this on anyone." James frowned. "You know what I wish? I wish you were Prince of the Badlands again." Pierre chuckled. "So do I. But that is our secret."
"Can I tell Jamie?"
"Perhaps."
"I think you should be nice to her and tell her the truth. What if she runs away?"
"The thread will bring her back."
"Will it really cut off her wrist?"
"Where did you hear that?"
"You! I heard it through the vent. You said it!"
Pierre laughed, his voice echoing around the chamber, "No, it won't. I just said that to keep her from running. Another vampire might get his hands on her and hurt her." James nodded. "Mr. Wick will bring your dinner and medicine in a little while. Make sure you eat all of your dinner this time, okay? If you do, I'll bring you another story book."
"My birthday is tomorrow."
"Oh?"
"Can I meet Jamie for my birthday?"
Pierre sighed and smiled. "We'll see," he stood up, brushing off his pants, "Be a good boy. And eat your dinner," he called over his shoulder. As soon as he exited the dungeon and crossed out of the humans' dining hall, the thread around his wrist began to burn.
He caught flashes of someone running in panic, as if he was looking through their eyes. Suddenly, he found himself in the dirt lane between the fields. He froze - the sun had not finished setting. He began to burn, his vision flashing white. He cried out in agony - it was the most acute and pure pain that ever existed. Somthing collided with him, knocking him off his feet onto the ground. The tall plants in the fields blocked some of the sun, bringing little relief. His vision cleared and he saw Jamie half on top of him, struggling to stand. He dragged the both of them to a tree about fifty yards from the path, making sure to keep low to the ground. He stumbled often, fighting to keep from screaming. He felt as if the fire was growing from within him. Finally, they reached the shade. He allowed himself to collapse and half dragged, half crawled to rest at the base of the weeping willow, all the while keeping a firm, vice-like grip on his servant. They lay under the tree in the tall grass, Jamie breathing heavily, Pierre's hand clamped over her mouth.
"What the hell is going on," he asked her angrily, his voice low. He removed his hand and beat off the last of the flames from his shirt.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 12:58 am
♣ Jamie Katherine ♣ "Pierre?" Jamie stared at him in horror. He was burnt everywhere and his clothes were torn and crumbling from the heat and flames.
"I'm so sorry. Here," she offered her wrist to him, but he refused with a stern glare.
"Don't be so stubborn, you'll need it. Just. Drink." She bit into her skin, where the arteries made faint blue lines beneath her pale, nearly transparent skin. She held it to his lips, allowing the warm drops of blood rush down her arm - her heart was still beating fairly fast. Pierre's eyes darkened. It gave his face a hollow look. Jamie closed her eyes down hard as he took her wrist. When she opened it again, he was standing up straight, towering above her in all his glory. His skin was healed and only his clothes betrayed the fact that he had been hurt.
"Pierre, nice to see you again." A smug grin appeared from the shadows and its owner's eyes were gleaming in the reflected light. Jamie stood up next to her master, gripping the knife tight. He had no reason to defend her. But he came to me despite the sun... Nevertheless, she was not going to take him for granted.
"Come now, Pierre," he mused, circling them without entering the sun's claimed territory.
Jamie felt like the fawn, only she knew a wolf that wouldn't turn against her. Did she even have the right to end the fawn's life? Jamie didn't want to die by the hands of that creep. She shuddered at the thought and it made the dark-haired man chuckle with pleasure.
"Do you want to know what happened?" he taunted. In a flash he was behind her, holding her gently around the neck and caressing her bloodied arm.
"Your little hunter here failed."
The word failed stood out like a sore toe. She allowed her face to play the braver side of her current emotions. Beneath the fear, she was growing immensely agitated. There were no signs of what he wanted, Jamie could only guess. It made her thought of the waitress and she wished she could snap his wrist like that. Just like that. She strengthened her grip on the knife and stabbed him in his side with all her strength. She noticed Pierre couldn't have taken much blood, because she felt slightly more energized than before.
He only laughed and tossed the kitchen knife to the forest floor.
"Oh, just a little sip..." He traced a long, sharp nail across his lips, taking small, intimidating steps towards her where she retreated back to Pierre's side.
"Pierre, didn't your mother ever told you to share?" He didn't even look at him. That's when Jamie got an idea. She ran out into the dirt, tolerating the sharp sun on her non-resistant skin, and the vampire followed her without a second thought. His skin started to disintegrate and he screamed in pain. Once he sunk down on his knees, Jamie dashed to Pierre again, holding her shoulders and attempting to steady her breathing.
"I'm sorry, Master." She couldn't look at him, so she focused on her buckled-up boots instead.
"You!" The black-haired vampire leaned against a tree not far from them, his clothes still ablaze. His voice was hoarse, the smoothness broken.
"You will pay for this!" He launched himself at Jamie, his eyes and cheeks dark and hollow in thirst. He was the creation of his own stupidity.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:28 am
Pierre's hand shot out in a blur, seizing him by his face. He pinned him to a tree. "I don't share," he said cooly. His grip tightened and the bones in the man's skull began to crack. "I've been looking for just this excuse. You annoy me," he said simply. With his free hand, he ripped out the man's throat. "Goodbye, Alan. May you suffer a thousand tortures," Pierre said cheerfully. He crushed Alan's skull easily; Alan fell to the ground, the gray matter of his brain pooling on the ground. He threw the rest of the body easily into the sunlight where it burned. He turned to Jamie, wiping his hands on his blood-stained robe. "Are you alright," he asked her, placing a gentle hand under her chin and looking into her eyes. He nodded, satisfied.
"We'll wait here until the sun goes down. Then we must head back. I still have to study," he chuckled dryly. "And just before sunrise, there is someone I want you to meet," he decided. He stretched out and closed his eyes, determined to rest. "Keep an eye out, will you? There's a good girl."
* * *
Pierre awoke as the last light died down. He stretched and led the way back into the field, plucking some grapes from a nearby vine. He handed them to Jamie. "Eat," he commanded as they walked. She obeyed. Just as before, the humans rushed their children inside as they passed. He frowned slightly, remembering his palace in the Badlands, before it had been cursed with his turning. When he reigned, the territory was lush and green, the land fertile, the people happy. Children of all stations played in the courtyard. He often joined them, teaching them to fence and telling them stories. He sighed heavily and pushed his tragic tale from his mind. He could sense Jamie's eyes on him. He smiled and ignored it as best as he could.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 2:09 am
♣ Jamie Katherine ♣ "Thank you," she whispered. It was the second time she had said that to him, but this time she said it with a smile. The power he possessed mesmerized her. She wondered if the Otherworld has zombies...
Jamie munched on the grapes, swallowing their seeds as well. She was starving, something she hadn't have the time to notice before. She watched the humans, slamming their doors shut in fear. This made Jamie smile. She didn't know why. Perhaps it was because she always wanted power. As an orphan there was not much to look forward to. The meals were scrappy and the environment rather rundown. Power was something she had over only a handful of her peers. She protected them with her life, and in return they respected her. As happiness and love was a myth - a myth she has craved for so long, and probably always will - she had turned to power to fill the hole in her heart. It ran out frequently and there were often times she could not satisfy that need, but she always returned to it. Either she killed people in her imagination or made persons suffer in real life. Pierre's subjects feared him. Even those of his own kin. She remembers Alan's eyes before Pierre crushed his face. Fear danced over his entire being, but his eyes announced it the best.
Jamie glanced up at Pierre in awe, but something seemed to be troubling him. He only smiled faintly. It was a smile of strength. She recognized it immediately as she had spent hours upon hours to perfect her mask in front of the mirror back at the orphanage. She gently touched his pinky with the tip of her finger without thinking, but then bound her hands behind her back looking straight ahead.
"Who is this person?" She asked, attempting to change the subject to something a little more cheerful, hopefully.
"Should I clean up first?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 2:34 pm
"No," he told her, "There will be no need for that." He smiled to himself; James would be excited to have someone to talk to. He climbed the steps and led her down to the cells in the basement. He locked her in James's cell. She looked angry and upset, as if she had been tricked. He simply turned on his heel and made his way to the courts. He would have to announce Alan's death.
* * *
The council peered down at him as he sat in the high-backed, ornately carved chair in the center of the room. "And you are certain of this?"
"Yes. He was attacking my personal slave with the intent to perform crass actions and perhaps even turn her. As the law states, this was punishable by death."
"And the corpse?"
"Burned in the sun." They nodded and dismissed him as they recorded Alan's death. By law, all that was once Alan's was now his. A knot formed in Pierre's stomach as he wondered where Alan's mate fit into all of this. She had constantly thrown herself at him, but he had never returned any affection. He sighed and decided he'd pass some time in the study.
He was deep in thought as he left the courts; he did not notice where he was going until he ran straight into the woman he was thinking about. She smiled at him. "Well, what a happy coincidence! I was just coming to see you. I'm dying for a tour of my Prince's manor. After all, I will be living there soon."
"I have no intention of making you my mate, Rem." Her smile faltered only slightly. "Of course, but I am bound to you by law. Looks like we'll be spending a lot of time together, my dear Jean-Pierre." She giggled; he felt nauseated. She took his arm as he led the way, numbly, toward the castle.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 4:06 am
 ⓭ R E M ° D' A R A M I T Z ⓭
Rem did her best to hid her disappointment. She knew she'd have to be careful and reel the prince in slowly and steadily. With disgust, she realized that he must have some feelings for his pretty little slave girl. She'd have to pry them apart if she was ever going to get close. I wonder what power she must be concealing that holds Jean-Pierre. Surely he could never love a repugnant human girl? Perhaps it's some sort of sorcery or charm, she mused.
They climbed the steps to the castle. She heard him say something about his need to return to his studies and roused herself from her thoughts with a smile. "Don't be silly, Pierre. I shall accompany you." She noticed he seemed less than thrilled with this idea, but led them to his large library with good grace. He pulled a stack of books toward him, his tutor barely looking up from his paper. He opened the largest one to a marked page and began to study. Rem leaned back in her chair and watched him.
He's incredibly handsome, to be sure. And powerful. I suppose the sooner I make him mine, the better. But how will I achieve this with that pathetic little human girl always around? Rem, seeing no alternative, quickly made a plan to drive them apart. She'll never see it coming.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 8:34 am
♣ Jamie Katherine ♣ "Hey!" Jamie called after Pierre, confused, but just as soon as the bothersome thought of him tricking her sought it's way into her mind, it left without a trace. He wouldn't do that. She had to give him more credit. With that thought braced in her mind, she turned towards the boy. He was underfed, but potentially charming to look at.
Jamie gave a little bow and took a seat next to him, perching on the cold stone floor as if she was some kind of an aristocrat herself. It was only to avoid any inappropriate intentions he might have. When he drew back, slightly appalled by her superior act, she relaxed, not wanting to scare him off entirely. Jamie smiled at him and held her hand out towards him after she wiped it off on her black tank top.
"I'm Jamie," she said with a kind smile. They seemed to be in the same boat - both captive and at the mercy of Pierre - but she couldn't be completely sure.
The boy introduced himself as James and they laughed in unison at the coincidence of their names' origin. It was a well placed icebreaker that caused the conversation to expand into numerous directions. He told her of his explorations and findings in the Otherworld, exposing things she had never known existed. She was a tentative listener and that only encouraged more talking and sharing from his part.
When dinner came, the servant frowned at the two of them in the cell. Jamie stood up tall and proud, explaining that it was what her master wanted and he should take care not to force his nose into others' business. They bowed towards each other as a sign of respect and acceptance, and then he left double the amount of food for James.
Jamie found herself to be quite hungry herself and enjoyed the soft bread buns and milk. It filled her rather quickly and she sternly made sure James ate the rest that turned out to be more than he usually got for dinner.
She took a deep breath and sought out her words carefully. Until now they have avoided certain topics that had anything to do with Pierre or vampire politics.
"How long have you known Pierre?" She called him by the name, because she could tell by memory the way her master had mentioned that he wanted her to meet someone, that it would be fine to do so. The mentioning of his name brought an odd sensation in her gut - as if it was trying to warn her that something was amiss, but she discarded the feeling as irrelevant at the time and returned her full attention upon James. Jamie had so many questions to ask him like why he has not been turned. He seemed to be on good terms with Pierre and it was the ideal opportunity. Yet, he was stuck in this cold cell, growing more feeble by the day.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 5:00 pm
James looked down at the floor. "I've known Pierre a long time..." He looked up at her warily. "I was middle-aged. Five hundred years old of Otherworld's time. I guess that would be forty in human age? I was alive back when Pierre was the Prince of the Badlands. It wasn't called The Badlands then. It was called Rhodesa. Then the city of Ravenheart came from across the oceans and clouded the sky above. The clans came down and waged war on Rhodesa. I won't frighten you with the horrible details. Suffice it to say, Pierre is a very, very brave man. We were winning and it looked as if the end was near. But then the night came... they led a night raid with hundreds of thousands of their people. They agreed to let them go if they could take our King and Prince Pierre and make them vampires. Our people were against the idea, but come dawn, the Prince had sacrificed himself bravely and the King was captured."
James wiped a small tear from his eye. He was in deep emotional pain. "The sorceress of the land was angry with the people for not doing more to step up and save our beloved Prince. She put a curse upon the land to make it barren and lifeless until our Prince sat once more upon his throne. Then she turned to me. She was angry that I had not saved the Prince. I was his bodyguard. The Prince ordered me to let him go; he wanted to free the children. He couldn't risk their lives on a rescue plan. He said they had bested him and it was time to play by their rules. I couldn't dissuade him. She felt I could. She reversed my age and turned me into a boy. She told me that if I couldn't be a man, then I would be the pitiful child that I was."
His tears flowed freely. His age and body were not the only things that changed; he was ver much a kind-hearted little boy, carying a big burden. "I can't remember anything from before but the memories of the war. I tried to find who I was in the books, but I was caught by his father and thrown in here. The King used to be kind. A bit of a conceited coward, but good at heart. When he turned, they re-educated him. He's forgotten Rhodesa and who he used to be. His heart's turned bad."
James ate the last bite of his dinner and pulled his legs up to his chest. "Pierre really is a good man. He takes care of me - brings me medicine and story books. He even brought me that toy," he said, pointing in the corner to small, ornately carved, richly painted, wooden boat. "You can play with it if you like. Sometimes I pretend to be a pirate." He sat back and waited for Jamie to speak. He was relieved to finally tell someone his story; he hadn't talked to anyone in years but Pierre and the keeper, Mr. Wick.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 6:52 am
{ Ｊａｍｉｅ Ｋａｔｈｅｒｉｎｅ }Ｔｈｅ Ｓｅｅｋｅｒ Jamie stared at him, her heart aching to embrace him. Everything started to make sense: the longing in Pierre's eyes, his troubled mood when the citizens hid behind locked doors in fear. They forgot what he did for them; they forgot him. He might be a monster in flesh, but his heart remained humane despite the way he treats his servant. Her eyes were wide with realization. There had to be a way to help him - to help them both. She scooted over to James and placed her thin arm around his shoulders.
"It's okay," she said softly, but her face betrayed a determined frown.
If there is a way to return him to humanism, or whatever one might call it, without losing or wasting any of his current power or status, I'll find it.
"Are there any books you found particularly interesting?"
James eyed her with suspicion.
"I can ask Pierre to get them for you. I'm sure he won't mind," she smiled at him as the sparkle in his eyes returned.
This was another thing that bothered her. James was old enough to be her father, or perhaps even her grandfather, yet he was trapped inside the body and mind of a child. No child, previously an adult or not, should posses memories as gruesome. She was planning on taking care of him - bring him special treats from the dinners on the surface, and she would help him rediscover his identity - all the while studying the books Pierre was going to allow her access to and trying to figure out how to bring back human sensations for a vampire.
The nausea reappeared. It was subtle and Jamie could tell, somehow, that it wasn't hers.
"Something is wrong," she stood and dusted her jeans after memorizing the names of the books James wanted.
"What is it?" the boyish aura remained, but he sounded as serious as she felt. Jamie caressed the silver thread around her wrist, wondering if Pierre was all right. Should she ask the guard to open the cell for her or should she wait, patiently, for her master to fetch her?
No, she couldn't wait. Jamie called into the corridor, letting her voice bounce off the stone walls. Then, turning to James, she apologized for her abrupt departure and explained to him that she had to get back. She knew she couldn't go looking for him right away - she had to wash up first. Pierre might have company that should be impressed. The guard came a few moments later, confused at the commotion. She apologized again and hugged James, telling him she'll bring him a new, furry blanket when she visits him again. She also made a mental note to obtain a sketch book to draw all the things on the surface to show to him later. She thanked the guard with a little bow and ran, her feet leading her back along the way they had entered.
It was dark already. She rushed to wash up and dressed herself in the long black-and-white dress she found in her closet. She smelled of rosemary and lemons, a pleasant aroma that lingered lightly on her skin because of her shampoo. Her hair, towel dried, fell in sleepy curls around her shoulders and her skin as radiant as a pale cream. If it wasn't for her heartbeat, body warmth and occasional clumsy mannerisms, she could easily be mistaken for a vampire. Jamie smiled, satisfied with her appearance, and pulled a pair of white gloves over her arms. The gloves hid any evidence of the little incident with the dark-haired vampire as well has the bite marks where Pierre had fed on her. After fastening her black boots, she topped her outfit with a black feathered hat. With that, she made her way towards the Prince's study, her feet, again, leading the way to where she was supposed to be.
Entering through the heavy doors, she made out two dim figures. One was seated, reading - the figure that she recognized as Pierre - and the other was a woman, fair and with a perfect carriage, watching him as he did so. Jamie neared him, cautious about the other woman in the room. Standing about a foot away from him, just enough that she couldn't see the words in the book he was leaning over, she examined him. He seemed to be fine, but still she was picking up some sort of discomfort from his aura. Her eyes darted across the room, from one chair and bookshelf to another, then finally they came to rest upon the woman. She was a vampire too, and a charming one at that. Jamie realized she had not yet seen a female vampire up close before. Although her instincts said otherwise, she offered a graceful bow and a subtle smile towards the lady.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 12:53 pm
Pierre caught Jamie's scent and tensed. He ignored her and concentrated on his studies. He was deeply engrossed in a particularly thick volume when Elder Jacques entered the room. "Pierre," he called softly, sounding thoroughly bored and impassive, "Perhaps you can settle something for me." Pierre followed him out of the room.
Jacques took his arm and led him down the hall. "This human girl, what do you intend for her?"
"Pardon?"
"Will you be turning her? I only ask because she seems to act above her station. She seems too comfortable around you. Humans should live in fear. They are our slaves; they are our food." Pierre remained silent for a while, taken off guard. "I was considering it, yes."
"She doesn't fear you," he prompted, "and she throws your name about lightly. I fear we must make an example of her." Pierre fought to keep his temper. "She fears me. She hides her emotions to better serve me," he said stiffly, "As I understand it, she was my gift." Elder Jacques nodded, bored with the conversation already. "Yes, yes. Just do keep her in line." He departed.
Pierre looked at his reflection in a mirror on the wall and sighed unhappily. Things had certainly not gone according to plan. He had never accounted for having to look after the well-being of anyone but James. He privately hoped James never remembered his past. It was a dark one indeed...
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 12:54 pm
⓭ R E M ° D' A R A M I T Z ⓭
Rem eyed the human girl with disdain. Gracefully, she stood. "I suppose you are this 'Jamie' I hear of. Quite plain for my Pierre's tastes, but I suppose you do the job nicely," she said condescendingly. She slid an open book toward Jamie casually, trying to tempt her into glancing at the page. Jamie's eyes didn't wander.
"Oh, bravo," she said clapping mockingly and sitting on the arm of a chair, "What a clever little girl you are. Perhaps you can help me with this little problem I have," she stood up again and brought herself inches from Jamie. "What is a pathetic human like you doing to my Pierre? I see the way he looks at you, a plain slave with nothing to offer. How dare you even look him in the eye?"
Rem straightened and circled Jamie, finally coming to a stop in front of her once more. "Pierre is going to be mine. And you are going to be," she snapped her fingers, "gone."
She took her seat as Pierre returned, smiling beautifully and innocently at him as he took his place on her left. She saw him throw a protective glance at Jamie, making sure she was alright, before returning to his work. Rem turned to Jamie, rage and jealousy in her eyes. She drew a finger across her throat threateningly and turned back to read over Pierre's shoulder, putting her pale delicate hand lightly on his arm as she did so.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 1:35 pm
{ Ｊａｍｉｅ Ｋａｔｈｅｒｉｎｅ }Ｔｈｅ Ｓｅｅｋｅｒ Jamie smirked at the lady's gesture. It was something that the oh-so-popular girls did at her school when you entered their territory. Pierre would never abandon her, she was sure of that. Or, at least she hope she was. The woman's attitude sickened her and she understood now the discomfort that bothered her earlier. She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to see, hear, or even be noticed by this female vampire. Jamie did her best to hide her anger and fear to herself, but there was something more troublesome wedged in between - she feared for Pierre. Her exterior began to shiver slightly.
Does he love her? Is he going to make me serve her? Is she a threat to him?
Jamie closed her eyes and tried to console her racing heart. If he loved her, fine, she thought, but she was all set - she would never serve that monster. She felt like she had to do something. He saved her twice and shown her mercy myriad times, the least she could do is protect him. This woman was nothing more than all those men she fought off her orphan-mates; nothing more than the waitress when she first arrived here. The only difference, and a major one a that, was that she had the power to crush a human entirely. Her thoughts flashed to James. She couldn't give up now. She had two individuals to protect; to live for. Even if she had to serve this newcomer, she'd run everything by Pierre first. Because of her presence, he'd probably be crueler to her and she wouldn't be allowed to read the books he had promised her. Would she even be allowed to call him Pierre when they were alone?
Jamie sighed heavily. A part of her new life was tearing away and she could see herself slowly, but surely, falling into her old insomniac self again - planning all the way: the escapee; the guardian.
Instantly, she wished she had stayed in the cell with James. She missed his odd innocence already. She wanted to go back, rewind time if she could, perhaps if she did things differently the lady wouldn't be here. Then she snapped it. A whiff of the vampire's perfume drafted towards her and the smell lingered at a memory. It was a recent one.
The dark-haired vampire, she wanted to gasp, but held her breath instead.
Jamie discarded the idea. She forgot everything she found out and pretended to be ignorant of the lady in the study. She sat on the floor, folding her dress neatly, like a child, looking up at her master and his new admirer.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 3:14 am
It began to get light out. Pierre summoned a butler from the corner of the room to show Rem to her new chambers. While she was distracted, he slipped a book into his robes and led the way out. Just as Jamie turned to go to her rooms, Pierre snapped his fingers. "Not you, Jamie. You come with me." Everyone stopped and stared. "Come on. Don't make me wait," he said sternly. She nodded and hurried to his side as he continued on toward his chambers.
Once in the room, he closed the doors firmly and locked them tightly. He tossed the book he had taken onto the table and pointed at a chair. Jamie sat. Pierre walked to stand behind her and pulled her hair away from her neck slowly and gently. He could feel her tense underneath his fingers as he placed them delicately on her shoulder. He ran along her collarbone lightly; she inhaled sharply. His fingertips found the chain and he pulled the key from around her neck. She relaxed and he crossed the room to open the door to his blood stores, and selected a bottle carefully.
He sat on the edge of the bed, looking around the room in satisfaction; everything had been repaired nicely. Several candles were lit all around the room and a bright, warm fire was roaring in the fireplace. "Read," he commanded Jamie when his eyes fell on her, "And if there is anything you don't understand, wake me and ask."
Pierre drained the bottle and lowered himself into bed, closing his eyes and laying perfectly still. He heard her open the book and smiled slightly, drifting off into a dreamless sleep once more.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 3:26 am
⓭ R E M ° D' A R A M I T Z ⓭
Rem felt rage she had never felt before as Pierre told Jamie to come with him. Her eyes bored into the girl's, a fire alight within hers that she was sure the human could feel. That one look into Jamie's eyes showed her that the human girl now knew that she was serious - she would do anything to win Jean-Pierre, even if it meant utterly destroying his little pet.
She watched the two of them leave and shook with fury at the way Jamie happily pranced along beside him. It is time that little girl was put in her place, she thought coldly. As soon as I catch her alone, I will make her pay.
Rem closed the doors to her chambers and found her books waiting for her along with the rest of her belongings. She tore into them and quickly found the one she was looking for - a book on torture. She ran a finger along the gold letters, smiling gleefully. She opened it up and scanned the contents, finding the most gruesome and painful ritual. Rem laughed. By the time I am finished with her, there won't even be a body to find...
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