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 Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 3:09 pm
 ♫Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ξ∂ҽϞ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♫
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— Eden had heart-wrenchingly given away her animals, and kept only the bizarre camel. With a wistful smile, she looked to her Papa as he explained that he wouldn't let her animal's get hurt. She should have known better. She should have known that her Papa wouldn't have let the people hurt her new friends. He would protect them because it made her happy. He wanted her happy, and he wouldn't let harm come to her friends. He wanted them happy too. She watched as her papa's sunglasses went over his eyes once more, and the conversation concluded.
As Douglas stood, Eden focused on his face, watching it for a int on what they would do next. He did say something about dolls. She knew what those were. Pretty porcelain faces painted in lovely colors, and happy expressions. they always wore lovely clothes with nice bonnets and lacy dresses. It was a reference her aunt had often used. Act like a doll, my little Eden.... Be a good girl, and be pretty like a doll.... You're such a beautiful doll, little Eden. Eden shook her head, hugging her stuffed animal tighter. She liked this animal. He was warm and comforting, unlike the porcelain faces she had hugged one or twice. They had always been cold and unrelenting. This animal gave her comfort. She shivered a bit, but was grateful for her papa speaking to her once more. He asked about her animal, and his name. She hadn't given thought of what to name the strange animal. It was surely a boy. He needed a good name. She looked at the camel. "His name... is Hanif Papa."
Eden smiled gently, looking a the new section of the store she had been guided to. there were houses, and lots of beautiful dolls in boxes, or out on display. She smiled gently, and gave a light pull upon her Papa's hand. she meant no insolence, but longed to be with the beautiful porcelain faces that smiled at her, and offered her rich clothing to choose form, each doll, a different image. 
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 3:16 pm
 Douglas was still a cold vampire at heart. No matter how sweet and nice he was to the small girl, it was really only for his own gain. He wasn‘t doing it just to be a loving ‘Papa‘ or even a good friend to the girl. This was just a step in the plan to him. Something he would have to get through to find ways to gain complete control over her. To dominate her, to make her weak with out him, to make her solely dependant on him, that was the vampires goal. To have a creature he could show off. Tell her to do anything, and she would obey and enjoy it. He was already planning that sort of training out. From what he figured, this Aunty, had been going at it all the wrong way. For a child, if you made such events of showing her off fun, the probably Eden would have been better, well behaved. Douglas knew how to work this angle, and he would as soon as it presented itself.
For now, he was working on the trust thing. Or perhaps showing her how her life would be like if she would just remain a good little piece of cake. It really didn’t interest the vampire what ever the hell the camel would be named. Douglas was expecting a cutesy name like Mr. Lumps or Hump-hry or something else. “Hanif?” Well that is unexpected… Red eyes looked down through the tinted glasses at the girl. “Such an unusual name? What made ye think of that pudding?” The now slightly curious vampire was paying her a little more attention then perhaps his usual just praise and cute attentions had been. The name meant ’true believer’ or ’righteous one’. Arabic in its origin and routed in the Muslim belief systems. Did she know that? Or had she just heard it? That would be most likely. Or maybe he had just put her on the spot.
Either way, they were not at the doll section. Douglas was glad for the glasses. They hid the roll that was made as they entered the section. His eyes quickly looked over the large selection. Clothes, shoes, housing accessories, very large doll houses, small doll house, and many sized in between. There were even clothes for stuffed animals. A blonde eyebrow rose. Could they just get a basket or something? Looking at a worker that was standing watching them, ready to ask if they needed help. Since she was already in that mind frame, Douglas sent her pictures of a large tip if she went and got them a cart. Which she did, and he gave her a twenty. Considering that was two hours of work for her. It was a nice sized tip. “Okay cookie, just toss things in here. If they are breakable I’ll help okay my little kit-kat.”
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 3:17 pm
♫Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ξ∂ҽϞ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♫
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— Eden was admiring all the pretty faces that stared at her from behind the thin sheeting of plastic. She wanted all of them. They were all beautiful faces. They all had beautiful clothing. Much better then hers. All the dolls here looked like proper young ladies. A far cry from what Eden felt of herself. She felt lost, and confused in this strange world. She wondered why some children went running about, with parents to care for them, but she was owned by someone not even her family. Well, he was her Papa, wasn't he? Not her real father, but a stand in. It was a wonder, why she was owned, when children with their parents were not. If her parents ahd survived, would she be owned? Would she have met her Papa here? This man that bought her toys and seemed to only want to care for her? This man, so unlike her aunt, who had made life dreary? Yet, these were only a few of the questions that rushed through the little blonde's mind.
When Eden heard her Papa repeat the name of her stuffed toy. He said something about it being unusual, and asked where she had heard it. She pried her eyes from the dolls in their pretty boxes, protected by plastic covers. She looked to her Papa. "Hanif was my favorite friend of Aunty's. He was nice, and soft like him." She showed Douglas the camel, and then hugged him close again. "He would always bring me weird smelling treats. They tasted good. He would read pretty stories too." She smiled and snuggled the camel closer to her cheek, sniffing his fur, as if searching for the strange spices the Arab man has always carried on his clothes. If only they lingered there, Eden probably would never have left the animal.
However, she turned her eyes once more to the dolls that lined the shelves. There were far too many to choose form. Some were in plain boxes and looked identical, save for alternating hair colors and skin tones. Others, that looked more put together carried names on their boxes. Names like Addy, Kaya, and Rebecca These dolls seemed to have many more accessories and outfits to go with them. Some even had little animals of their own. Along side the dolls outfits, were larger outfits that looked to fit girls her size. She smiled happily and looked at the bigger clothes that matched the doll clothes. She made move to grab at all the selections of the girls that were in single boxes, and even some of the others that were in double boxes like Kit and Ruthie. It gave Eden great smiles as she looked at the pretty dolls, and their lovely features. She hugged Hanif even tighter, looking back to her Papa when the cart was filled with boxes of dolls, and outfits and accessories to go with them. She couldn't wait to play with all of them.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 3:19 pm
The story behind the camel’s name was sort of unexpected. Well, sort of. Douglas was finding out more and more about ‘his’ little girl’s aunty more and more. He assumed now that the man that the girl talked about so affectionately probably got some sort of jolly keeping the girl in his lap. That made the vampire smile a little. He had to admit having a cute little thing like Eden in his lap had been nice. But still, he worried that perhaps she had been touched. She had professed she hadn’t but then again, how could one be sure. Douglas rubbed his chin a little as she talked on. With a soft guiding hand and words he lead her towards the dolls. Looking down the aisles the vampire gave a small shudder. God above he hoped they would be leaving here soon. Douglas patient for the screaming kids around him was growing thin. A part of him wanted to grab one up and take a bite, with a warning to others that if they ‘Weren’t ********’ quiet they would be getting’ the same.’ But he kept his cool. He was sure this was going to be as quick as the animals. At least he sincerely hoped.
Douglas didn’t find many things creepy, but ’endless’ rows of dolls was something that made the vampire a little creeped out. So many smiling faces all starring at him. If he didn’t have the little blond with him, he would have bought the entire row stock just so he could smash those faces in. Pull off their heads and mar all the perfect faces. The Scot dreamed about this as his little one started to make her selections. The time seemed to pass by more quickly then. Which was probably best for everyone, since the vampire was satisfied with just dreaming out his destructive desires. Perhaps he was hungry. Or he just was getting tired of all the noise. His little girl didn’t act that way. Douglas checked out of his fantasies long enough to check up on her progress every once in a while. Eden was a perfect child compared to the little terrors that ran up and down the aisles. Once the girl was done, the sunglass wearing vampire smiled down to her. “All done then, pop tart?” he asked sweetly not really expecting and answer since he could plainly see that she had filled the cart to its capacity. Holding out his hand to her, he waited for her to take it before pushing the cart towards the entrance. “I think this be a good start,” he said as they approached the check out line. “Don’t ye, my little sweet tart?” He bent picking her up easily into his arms as a couple of clerks rush to help with their new found load.
Holding his girl close to him, the vampire chuckled to himself. “Ye got some out fits to match,” he commented with an ammused chuckle, "Ye will have to play dress up for me." He continued the chuckle as they were being rung up. A large dollar amomont was clearly projected on to a screen. Douglas watched it disinterestedly as it continue to rise. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t like he was afraid of a toy store depleting his funds. “Where do ye wanna go next? Get some Furniture or some day time clothes? Your choice, cookie.”
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 3:20 pm
♫Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ξ∂ҽϞ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♫
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— The camel was brought even closer to the little blonde's chest as she finished making her selections and placing them into the cart. Her Papa hadn't spoken to her about her selections. She figured he was distracted with thoughts that she couldn't predict. Perhaps they were about her, and perhaps they were not. There was no guarantee. She, however, was starting to become annoyed with the constant squeals and screeches coming from other isles and sections. She wondered if it was the noise that had silenced her Papa. If he was as annoyed as she was, if not more. When he finally spoke to her, asking if she was finished, Eden gave a small nod of her head. When he extended his hand, Eden fit her own small hand within his own and followed him as the cart was pushed further into the store. She wondered where exactly they were going. Eden had never been to a store before, so she knew nothing of the processes involved in taking full possession of what she wanted. To the little blonde, the task should have been as simple as taking what she wanted considering her Papa had given her permission. It didn't seem to be the plan.
Douglas was moving into a line or people, and then, there were several people dressed in similar clothes removing her toys from the carts she'd placed them in. Others were taking hold of her animals. She faltered a moment, making a soft whimper. These people were taking her things. None had spoken to her Papa. Of course, her Papa wouldn't let any harm come to her pets and toys would he? He had already said such, but she still feared that one of her new things would be lost, or hurt in the process.She was scooped up into Douglas' arms, and she rested her head on his shoulder gently, her eyes never leaving the people that handled her toys. She hugged Hanif even closer, refusing to relinquish her hold on the camel. When she heard her Papa chuckle, she looked to him carefully, almost regretfully, as her eyes were deterred from her new toys. She would have to play dress up for him. Oh, yes. Eden knew about dress up. She knew it meant putting on clothes and showing them off. It could sometimes be just clothes, or it could be makeup and hair too. Every time it was a different. It depended on who it was played with. It had been gauzy fabrics and pretty colored silks with veils when she had played with Hanif. Aunty had always insisted on silly frilled dresses. With others, it varied from strange costumes sometimes involving animalesque prints, but most of them concealed her completely and were simple children's play clothes.
When Eden was asked what she wanted to do next, she fluttered her lashes and replaced her head on her Papa's shoulder. She wasn't sure. She'd never really gotten to pick much of anything. "I don't know Papa. I've never gotten to choose. Clothes might be... easier? I don't know about furniture..."She kept her head upon his shoulder. Hanif, her beloved camel, was snuggled close to her chest and she waited to be back inside the car, and moving again, knowing that all her toys were safe.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 3:26 pm
Douglas was all too happy being clung to while they went through the line. He found it amusing how easily she was put out by the thought of her toys being taken from her. The sadistic vampire would remember and use it later for fun. But for now he was having fun playing the dotting father. Chuckling at her words of not knowing where to go next, Douglas would assume that she would choose. Wouldn’t any little girl want to go get clothes? He decided that if she didn’t choose they were going there. But luckily she did. “Good choice, my little cupcake," he said giving her a very small and gentle squeeze. It must have been easy for those around them to assume that she was his daughter. Even he cashier had made some polite conversation stating how lucky the girl was to have such a ‘Papa‘. She of course couldn’t see the collar around Eden’s neck. Douglas gave a smile to the human female and gave his girl a kiss on the head. “She is very worth it,” he cooed more to the girl in his arms then the woman. Though the woman was a tasty morsel and if he wasn’t so occupied, he would have invited her to his place later for a snack… Anyways, with that shopping spree done it was on to the next!
The rest of the shopping trip zoomed by. They bought many of outfits. Douglas didn’t care what she bought. The store they went to had an array of clothing ranging from cute Lolita type dresses to everyday ’normal’ wear. So he let her make her choices all the while getting more and more anxious to get home. “Sugar Plum,” he called to the girl as she was trying on one of the outfits, “I think I am going to have one of the servants pick out your furniture if you don’t mind. I think we have done quite enough shopping today. If you don’t like your room then we’ll come back. Does that sound alright?” Douglas had the cell phone in his hand and was busy punching a quick text message to give the order to his main butler. Surely he’ll know someone in the house that’ll do it well, he huffed to himself as he sent the message no matter what the girl’s response was. Really, he assumed that the girl would be rather sleepy or perhaps more anxious to get to her new home than spend some more time shopping. Plus, Douglas’s stomach had rolled a little while he continued to wait for the selections. Patting his stomach, he knew that if he was hungry then his little one was probably hungry too. When she came out with what ever arm load of clothes she had, Douglas said, “How about we go grab a quick bite, cookie? You must be hungry?” After telling her to grab an out fit, he told the people to have the rest shipped to his house by morning. After all the car was just full of animals and toys.
Whisking her off and away into the car, Douglas settled a little. There were three stuffed animals sitting in the back. Apparently the driver thought she would like to see more of her collection than just Hanif the Camel. The vampire approved of this choice so he said nothing to the fact that it was done. Things that pleased him rarely went praised but it was better then him throwing a fit about what didn’t please him. Letting her in to with her animals, Douglas climbed in as well. Shutting the door behind him, he sounded, “Humm. Where would you like to go? We could eat at home or we can pick something up on the way. I am not sure what you like to eat. Tell me, my little slice of pie, what do you like to eat? A ’Papa’ should know these things.” He tried to look a little sad and irritated with himself. “My little girl used to sneak sugar cubes.” He wanted to her to give him sympathy and try to make him happy. It amused him. But he wouldn’t go to far with it. Douglas wouldn't run the risk of her getting annoyed with him talking about his ’dead daughter’.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 3:27 pm
♫Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ξ∂ҽϞ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♫
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— The menagerie of animals was safe inside the car, and they were traveling. it would be easy to pick out clothes right? just like playing dress up. trying on clothes and taking them off after she had the approval or the disapproval of her Papa. That was the easy part of the journey. In the car, she sat close to her Papa, smiling through the entire journey. For once, she felt truly important, rather then just a product form a long line of options. She was the choice of this man, rather then a knock off given to someone for a few moments of enjoyment. She wanted to be even closer. She didn't want to be a disappointment., She wanted to be perfect for her Papa. Absolutely perfect. She would do whatever it took to be that way. Even if it meant changing form herself entirely. It was a n odd thought for a girl so young to consider, but Eden only wanted to please her papa. This man who'd taken her in. Who had come back to save her after the things she'd gone through at her aunt's house. To Eden, Douglas was very much her real papa in every essence. She really couldn't imagine him as anything else.
When she was let out of the car at the clothing store, she moved quickly inside, keeping in mind to stay with her Papa like a behaved young lady, rather then run around and be obnoxious like the children from the toy store had been. However, once inside, it seemed as if there were more ladies working in the store, happy to help her pick things out and get properly "fitted" as they called it. Eden nodded happily after she was given approval that the ladies could help. She was trying on dresses and skirts when her Papa asked her if it was okay that someone else picked out her bedroom furniture so they could go home. She nodded quickly. "Of course Papa." She smiled, and picked out one of the new dresses from her store selections as she was instructed. It was done in frills in maroon with white lace around the sleeves and skirting. It went to her knees, and from there to her shoes, white stockings covered her legs. One of the store attendants even helped to coax Eden's blonde hair into something of a horse tail, trying it with a matching bow. She smiled at the lady, and rejoined her Papa, watching as he instructed that the outfits were to be at his house tomorrow. Eden gave a small smile, the feeling of importance rising within her once more.
With a giggle, and the clothing finished, Eden followed her Papa out to the car, finding three of her animal selections sitting upon the seat where she had been sitting. A giraffe, a bear, and a rabbit all rested upon the seat. Eden happily scooped them into her lap, and along with Hanif, her camel, she settled against the seat. She was starting to feel hungry, and tired. She knew, as she did most days, she would eat, and then probably find herself ready to sleep. When her Papa asked her where she wanted to go, Eden brought her hand carefully over her mouth, trying to hide a small yawn. She had never gone out. She hadn't even really decided what she was going to have for dinner. Most days, it had been some kind of soup, or porridge. Bland and tasteless. Yet, satisfying, and enough to go around when several people were about. Hanif had occasionally brought her candies that were the color orange, but tasted far more rich. They weren't meant to be chewed. they simply sat in you mouth while Eden sucked upon them and eventually the candies grew small and disappeared.
Lost in her thoughts about Hanif's strange candies, she barely heard her Papa mention that his daughter had snuck sugar cubes. Eden's eyes went to the male's face. Her Papa was still sad, and when she saw her Papa sad, she too, became sad. she took his hand gently in her own, and turned her eyes up into her Pap's. "I'm sorry Papa. I don't want to see you sad. It makes me sad." Eden bit her lip, looking over her Papa desperately. "I liked Hanif's candies. They were orange, but... had a strange spice to it. I think he called it curry once. He would bring spiced meats too, Papa! Other then that, I don't really know what to eat. Porridge with cinnamon is yummy. And sweet." She smiled gently, trying to goad a smile out of her Papa. She didn't want him to be sad. She wanted him to be happy. He needed to be happy.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 3:33 pm
The vampire was glad the whole mess was done with. He couldn’t wait to get home. The day had been a long one for him, filled with little girl wishes and dreams. What little girl wouldn’t have had an awesome day going to the toy store and clothing shopping after being in a cage for so long? Douglas was quite sure many slave girls had not even seen either of those things. Of course the sadistic vampire wasn‘t a fan of either of those things. While it was a pleasure to see his little cookie having fun and enjoying herself, Douglas was bored and tired of the whole gambit. It will all be worth it, he reminded himself. This opening move of love and devotion would only make when she was bad and he turned his back on her all the more heart breaking. Had he been rough with her in the beginning she would probably learn to rebel against him before too long. That would only lead to rougher treatment, which would bind her to him with fear… His last slave was bound to him in that way, and that hadn’t gone over so well. He sighed a little inwardly remembering the fire and having to make a run for it. No, he would have to try winning her affections before he brought out his crueler side. For now, he must play the sad papa whose only wish is to make his little girl happy.
Seeing how frantic she looked when he started to become ‘sad’ was really the reminder of why he was doing this. Her first words made a sad smile come over Douglas’s lips. Though, if she was trained in spotting a smirk, Douglas’ lips were twitching to become one. The blonde Vampire was fighting it off magnificently, which meant she would have to have been looking over him very closely. “Humm, those do sound yummy,” he said his lips moving as if he was trying his best to give her another smile that would show he was happier. “I will have to see what I can do to find them. Don’t suppose you are talking about Rabat Lokum?” For as much traveling Douglas had done. There was little of the world he hadn’t seen over his long years of undeath. “And Porridge?” he chuckled at the want to eat that, “Perhaps I can tempt you with something else, my little goldie locks.” Bending over her he gave her a kiss to her head. “Perhaps some spaghetti? Do you like that, cookie?”
As she answered them they were turning on the street to Douglas’ home. As soon as they were close enough, Douglas would point to it. “There it is, Eden,” he said giving her a small squeeze, “The place I hope you will see as your home one day.” Smiling down to her, he kissed her nose as they came to a halt. The Driver quickly came around and opened the door for them. “Go one little cookie,” Douglas poked and her back softly, “You first.” After she exited the car, so would the vampire behind her. Speaking to the driver to give instructions to the help to empty the car of its toys and hurry up and place it in her room, before he looked back to her. “You see that circlar part right there,“ he pointed it out for her, “That is to be your room. So what do you think so far,” he said getting down to his knees and holding her hands up to give them a kiss. “You like your new home?” He smiled at her as he waited for her answer. What kid wouldn’t like the spacious yard. He was planning to put a swing up for her in one of the scraggly looking trees that were leafless considering fall season. Douglas would have to have the servants rake the leaves into a pile for her to jump in.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 3:37 pm
♫Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ξ∂ҽϞ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♫
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— Eden was becoming rather tired. It didn't change the fact that she was quite concerned with the well being of her Papa, or the questions he asked. She was not deterred form answering such questions either. She wanted to answer them all to the best of her abilities. Then, when all was over, she could rest. Perhaps, she would just have to wait until she was brought home. He spoke of her mentions sounding good. Eden gave a lazy smile and fluttered her lashed, putting her hand up to stifle a small yawn. When her Papa asked her about something with a weird name, she simply looked up at him. She didn't know what that was. What had he said? Rabat Lokum. It could have been exactly what Hanif had continued to bring her, but the little blonde had no clue if that was what the treats were truly called. She knew nothing more, then being hand fed the treats, and then having her head stroked, as she had sat int eh man's lap like an exotic pet as the man had spoken with her aunt. Sometimes, the aunt hadn't even been present. Sometimes, it had been just Eden and Hanif, sitting in one of the chairs, as she listened to the strong, young man, talk of what his home looked like. Of all the vivid colors that lingered in the tapestries that hung on his walls. of the spices that filled the air when one went to market. It had been spoken of, that Eden would have gone with him upon his travels, only the day had never been seen by the young girl. She had never seen the pretty colors, or smelled the spices that were said to waft in the air. She had been sent off, to a different kind of market, where her papa had saved her. That was all she needed to know. All she needed to experience.
When Douglas asked if she liked spaghetti, Eden looked at the male with a funny expression. "I don't know papa. I've never had it." She had answered him honestly. Meals had not been of much importance, when most of the visitors brought their own treats for those they favored. And the meals they had received at the house were not extravagant by any measure. they were simply a meal with nutrient to get a child by, until they needed to be fed next. Eden smiled softly, wondering truly, what spaghetti was, and if she would like it. She wouldn't complain if she didn't, but she wouldn't necessarily enjoy the meal if she didn't like it's taste. She took her Papa's hand, holding it carefully in her lap, watching the carefully arranged animals that sat next to her in the car. She was honestly more focused on her Papa and his whims and questions, then any of the animals stacked neatly into the seat beside her. She gave a brief glance toward the giraffe, and the camel. Their counterparts, the rabbit, and the bear, also sat, ready to be held and comforted, but Eden didn't reach over to offer any such love or assistance. She simply stroked her Papa's hand in idle succession as she forced herself to remain awake in the car.
When her Papa pointed out of the car, towards houses, Eden moved quickly to see the destination he was pointing to. New energy filled her with a rush, and she smiled. A place to call her home one day. She smiled with joy and waited extremely patiently, for the car to come to a complete stop. It seemed like another eternity all to itself, for the driver to come and open the door. When she was given permission, Eden exited the car quickly, reaching back, only to snag the giraffe from her backseat menagerie. She hugged it tightly to her side. When the circular part of the house's exterior was pointed out, Eden gave a soft gasp, learning that it was to be her room. Douglas knelt in front of her, and gave her hands each a small kiss. Eden smiled, and looked back at the house. When asked if she liked her new home, Eden nodded eagerly. 'Yes papa." She smiled, hugging her giraffe tighter to her body, as she took a few steps towards the house. She wanted to go inside, and explore every place she could. She wanted to try spaghetti, and sleep in a bed that was hers. She wanted to explore these new things that were hers. She smiled, looking back at her papa. "I can go inside?" she beamed, hugging the giraffe, whom she had decided to call Rixon, even tighter to her body. She couldn't wait to see the wonders that were awaiting her inside.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 3:38 pm
Of course there was a tad bit of shock when the girl spoke of never having that quintessential Italian classic before. Douglas was sure that most kids had enjoyed spaghetti even in the most poor of homes. Spaghetti noodles were cheap and so was the sauce in most cases. Of course the spaghetti that was cooked in Douglas’s home was not so. The chef didn’t believe in making food cheaply. Not that Douglas cared much about money, but there were times that the vampire was sure that the portly man that commanded his kitchen was trying to bankrupt him. “Then you'll be tryin' it tonight,” Douglas chuckled sending in the order as they neared his home. Oh yes, he would get his new slave some spaghetti to try. Douglas was very curious about how naive to the worlds joys and hardships this girl was. Truly it seemed to the vampire that the girl next to him merely existed to do what ever her ’Aunt’ wanted. “Aunt” could very well have been just like him. Not really related to the girl but saying something to the affect that she was. It was easier to be getting kids to trust you if ye claim some sort of kin. he thought rather bored and wanting to get home. All this talk of food was getting him hungry for a bite. There was a new kitchen maid that he hadn’t tried yet. He bet her blood tasted good. So, the care fell into a comfortable silence as they neared his home.
Quiet was broken when they grew enough to see it. Pointing it out to his new girl, he was glad to see how she enjoyed see it. It was a grand old house. Not as old as him of course, but still pretty old. Ner as grand either, he smirked to himself as they exited the car in some excitement. Two blondes stood there looking at the house truly looked like a father showing his daughter the new family home. There were smiles on both of their faces. The Scotsman was rather pleased by how much it seemed the girl appreciated the house. “I am glad,” he responded to her yes. He chuckled as she hugged the little stuffed animal close to her body. How he was going to enjoy tearing the head off the little guy’s long neck if she were to make him mad enough. Oh, of course he would make her feel like it was her fault that such things happened. That his anger was not his fault but hers. This was going to be fun for him. He started thinking of how he could scare the girl into coming to him at night by moving or destroying the animals with out her knowing. Oh the possibilities were endless with the new slave! He could daydream about how he was going to break this girl even more then she already was. To break her and build her into a perfect all giving and co-dependent slave. It was going to be so easy!
“Of course,” he said standing up again, “Come on, me bonny cookie.” Taking only a moment to brush off his perfectly worn out jeans, before putting a gentle hand to her back and pushing her towards the stairs of the porch. “Like I was tellin' ye before, me home isn’t kid friendly yet,” he said as they approached the door swung open being manned by a rather tall gentleman. It was clear the man was Douglas’ butler. "Everything is on its way to being ready. The food should be done in about twenty minuets and the room should be done with in the next hour and half." Douglas gave a nod to the words. He didn’t say thank you. He didn’t need to. The man was his pay roll. He didn’t own the man anything but a check at the end of the week. The butler didn't seem to mind the vampire's behavior. In fact it looked like the man wasn't even bothered by watching a little girl enter into this home of evil.
Upon entering it was clear that the estate was quite manor. It felt like a time capsel. Many of the furnishings in the great hall were original to the over one hundred and eighty year old house. Not the best play for a little girl, but he was sure that he could make adjustments. Vampires lives were always filled with those. Though they didn't change the world around them did... “Shall we go to the music room and wait? Have ye ever played an instrument before, cookie?” Oh yes, that was going to be his main nickname for the little blonde girl. It seemed appropriate since she looked like she would be delicious with a glass of milk. Oh, he was getting hungrier… That wasn’t the best thing. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to let his little squash blossom know that he wasn’t human.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 3:40 pm
♫Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ξ∂ҽϞ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♫
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— Dinner was decided. It really wasn't such a huge affair for the little blonde, when she her new home was revealed. the home that she would reside in completely. She smiled warmly, excited that she had made her Papa happy with her liking of the home. She hand't forgotten about the excitement of trying a new food, that she would most likely enjoy immensely, but it was nothing compared to the promise of a permanent place to reside. She smiled even more warmly, when she was granted permission to actually enter the home. The little blonde began her way towards the steps that would lead her up to the porch, but stopped short. What fi this wasn't the home that she would stay in until she was old and died? Or at least, until she grew up? What if her Papa got tired of her, and kicked her out, just like her aunt had? Papa's didn't do that to their daughters did they? Her papa wouldn't do that to her right? Especially if she was good. If she were truly very good, then her Papa wouldn't be able to send her away for being bad, right? Eden took in a soft breath, and felt her Papa gently push her towards the porch stairs.
Gingerly, she made her way up the stairs. The door that had seemed so cheery from her place on the grass, now loomed over her, and gave off a foreboding air. All of the little blonde's doubts seemed to be in the scary looking door that looked at her. It made her jump a little when the door opened on it's own. Or, so it had appeared at first. A tall man lingered at the door's side, waiting for her to pass the threshold inside with her Papa. Once they crossed the threshold, Eden looked back at the tall man. He spoke quickly to her Papa, and her Papa only nodded in return. Surely, her Papa had heard, but why hadn't he said anything? Eden knew it was impolite to not respond to someone when they spoke to yo. Maybe with adults, it was different. Maybe the rue only applied to boys and girls, because it was the right thing to do. She didn't know, and truly, didn't care much. Her Papa was special. Besides, the man was in his house. He didn't need to explain things, right? It had sounded like the man knew she would be coming to the house. Maybe her Papa had already said thank you, or something else. that's probably what he had done in the car, when he was on his phone. She gave a small shrug, and focused on her surroundings.
On the inside, the house was much like her aunt's. It was big, and many pieces of furniture lingered about. They were the big, heavy pieces that her aunty liked, only these, seemed much older. the style seemed similar, but this house seemed to give off a special feel. A vibe that only really old things could give off. It wasn't much of a bother to Eden. Old things were nice, as long as they weren't dusty. She marveled at the furniture a few moments longer, before her Papa asked her if she wanted to go to the music room to wait. He also asked if she'd ever played an instrument before. She shook her head quickly, and stopped, waiting for her Papa to lead her towards the music room. She surely didn't know where it was. perhaps, though, the reason her Papa had asked if she'd played, was because he was going to have her play something. that excited her,a s she hugged Rixon closer to her chest. She liked music. Learning how to play it just seemed like it would make music more entertaining.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 3:41 pm
The child started to grow quiet. It wasn’t unpleasant, but still a little unsettling for the vampire. True, while he didn’t like noisy children, the silent ones were worse. It be due to this house most likely, he thought as he gave the hand a little squeeze. Douglas knew that he would have to reassure the girl that everything was alright. That this was her home now. That she didn’t have to worry about upsetting him. Well, she did have to worry about that. It wouldn’t be till later though! No, he wanted her to feel ’oh so very comfy’ around him. He needed that so she wouldn’t automatically just hate him when he did get mad at her. Or when he showed his more demanding side. No, he needed to play the doting and loving father that would do anything for his baby girl. “Do you like the house cookie?” he asked hoping to get her back into speaking. “I know it looks a bit old, its been in my family for many hundreds of years but you‘ll find some fun here.” That wasn’t a lie. The home had been the vampire’s for hundreds of years.
Soon enough they were in the music room. It was a nice open space with a beautiful grand piano in the center of it. There were plenty of places to sit. Some other instruments were about the room. There was a guitar, a violin, and some other string instruments. The far wall held many music books and such. “Would you be likin’ me to play somthin’ for you?” he asked the girl as he pulled them into the room. “Go ahead and chose what ye would be likin’ to hear.” He waited for her to make her selection before going too much further into the room. “You know, me wee cabbage,” he said cracking his knuckles before sitting or grabbing up what ever instrument she wanted to hear. “I could be teachin’ ye to play someday. Would ye like that, cookie?” he asked smiling down to her. “I do like music and it would please me to teach ye if you want.”
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 3:43 pm
♫Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ξ∂ҽϞ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♫
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— Eden was quite busy taking in her surroundings. There was also the knowledge of a music room somwhere in teh house. She hadn't realized that she hadn't answered. Hadn't spoken. She'd simply lost herself momentarily in the splendor of the home. It's large and bulky furniture was not so uncommon to that with which she was accustomed. When she felt the soft squeeze to her hand, she wondered if her Papa was glad to be home, or just happy to share the magnificence of his residence with someone besides his servants. Perhaps he was just overjoyed that there was once more a young female that required his care, in his home. Eden smiled gently, keeping her eyes moving, as she studied the rooms. only when her Papa asked her if she liked the house, did she snap back to reality. She had been gawking. She was supposed to answer promptly. She wondered if he'd had to ask her more then once while she'd been lost in her own realm of thought. When her Papa followed up the question with the comment being old, and in his family for hundreds of years, she took another gaze around in awe. The length of ownership made sense for the bulky furniture and seemingly older tastes.
"It's big, and grand Papa. It's pretty. I do like it." She smiled gently allowing herself to be led through once more. This time, the room was that of which he had spoken. The music room. She marveled at the grand piano, that seemed even more grandiose in the center of the room. There were some cases with books in them, and other instruments lingering about. Eden knew that this room would be one she visited often. When her Papa asked if she wanted to hear him play something for her, she nodded eagerly. "Yes, Papa! She smiled, whirling and pointing carefully to the violin when he instructed her to choose what she wanted to hear. there were other instruments with strings too, but this one, seemed to catch her eye quicker then the rest. She thought that faintly, she might have known the instrument form a time before, but it was not an important memory that she shared. Not something that was terribly output in her mind. Something perhaps, that was hidden. The familiarity was there, but Eden made no connection to where it could have come from. It had probably been somewhere at her aunt's, or in a book. She looked at the strings, and the way the wood caught the light as her Papa lifted it into his arms.
When her Papa told her that he could very well teach her one day how to play the instruments, her eyes lit up. He explained that he liked music, and it would please him to teach her. Eden smiled broadly. "Really Papa? I can play too? I want to learn! You would really teach me?" She smiled with enthusiasm and sat carefully on one of the chairs in the room, waiting for him to play music from the instrument he held. She wanted to hear the sound it made. See the way it was played. She could very well learn by observation if she paid close attention. Surely, she was no natural, but she paid rapt attention when learning new things. Especially when they were of interest to her. The opportunity to learn an instrument to make music was quite appealing to the little blonde. She was more then ready.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 7:58 pm
Douglas couldn't help but be a little pleased that she enjoyed the home. That it was "pretty". The vampire knew that there could be some sprucing up to be done. Some rooms were going to be in need of airing out considering that this was not his main home. He owned quite a few. The vampire had even lived in a Vampire Communal living mansion for a while. That place had too many rules for his tastes. Plus, it was good to be back in this home. It had been a few decades since he had last been here. Making some mental notes to tell his other servants later he kept part of his mind focused on the girl. "Yes, big indeed cookie." Perfect for little girls to get lost in and never come out. he couldn't help but smile a little more of the thoughts of her crying in a corner crying out his name. Lost alone frightened. Yes.... this was bond to happen and he couldn't wait.
For now, however, Douglas was getting ready to show off his talents in the expansive music room. Music was something that Douglas couldn't help but enjoy. It was easy for him to pick up any instrument so he collected them. This was the only room in the house that was to be kept in perfect order while he was away. In fact perhaps that was why he had ushered the blonde into the music rooms. The servants unseen were rushing to make the master bedroom acceptable to the vampire's liking. As well as transporting the girl's things to her new bedroom so as soon as the master wanted it they would be ready. Douglas, for the moment, was watching his little snack look around in amazement over the instruments he cherished. When Eden pointed to the Stradivarius violin Douglas couldn't help be a bit a impressed. He wondered if the girl knew how lovely this instrument could sound. Walking to the instrument, the vampire paused in front of. Long strong fingers reached out and almost lovingly stroked it. This violin had many fond memories. Ones that he could loose himself in.
Turning towards the room, more then girl, Oh yes... the girl... Using the tender smile for the violin on his lips he asked the girl if she'd like to learn the different instruments. Her excitement to learn made him chuckle softly. "Of course cookie, ye'll be learnin' an' I will be yer teacher. Though I shoulda warn ye," he paused raising the instrument under his chin before carefully placing the bow on the strings, "I willna go easy on ye." With that he started to play. It was once of his favorite violin pieces, Bach's Partita number 3. The dark red eyes closed as he started to play the fast paced song. Those types of songs were Douglas favorite. Being a vampire he did have a slight advantage since his fingers could slip easily and quickly over the strings than any human could. His body moved slightly and swayed with the way he played. "Enjoyin' the music? As soon as ye be learnin', cookie, then we can be getting on for the rest of the song. Would ye like to hear some more or shall we be gettin' you some food?"
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 10:15 am
♫Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ξ∂ҽϞ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♫
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— The instrument she had picked for her Papa to play was gleaming in the light of the room. It just looked as if it wanted to play. That aside, it was the only instrument that looked familiar to her. There had been no such luxuries for her to observe at her aunt’s house, but there had been similar shaped instruments with the people she had spent a little time with. A couple of weeks at most, with their shimmering tresses and long fingers. They had fed her apples and figs, and the tastiest golden juice from fingertips and small cups. They had always taunted her with it, never giving her enough. Letting her sit until her belly rumbled with need for the juice. At least the people she had stayed with had been nice. They had braided her hair with deft fingers, putting little blossoms and things that sparkled like stars into her blonde tresses. Then they had adorned her in gowns as light as air, but beautiful as anything she’d ever seen. And then, the music would come and she would dance and dance until she couldn’t remember falling asleep, save for the waking up. Sometimes, her feet would hurt, but the ladies she stayed with would rub them and croon to her, dressing her up all over again and granting her that golden juice. She smiled gently thinking of it in the gleam of the strange instrument in the house she was in now. She wondered if the sound would be like those dancing people. The ones that carried their own internal glimmer with them, day or night. She smiled, awaiting the sweet notes and melodies to form in her ears.
She was only brought out of her memories and revelry when her Papa spoke to her once again, telling her that he would be her teacher. She smiled, looking up to him and nodded. He added that he wouldn’t go easy on her, and she nodded her head once more, smoothing out her skirts as she sat, watching her Papa pick up the instrument with great care. He let it sit beneath his chin and she watched his posture. The way he held the instrument. She wondered if he would dance, or lose himself the way the shining people had. When her Papa started to play, Eden listened with rapt attention. His fingers moved seamlessly over the strings as notes flowed from the instrument with what looked like no effort at all on her Papa’s part. Her eyes widened as she looked upon her papa with sheer awe. The music was like what the glowing people had played, only this was more structured. It had purpose and phrases, and things she didn’t even know how to explain. She simply looked on as her Papa made work of the instrument, pouring more and more of the melody from his fingertips.
She almost missed his abrupt cut off. It took her a moment to realize he had stopped, and another moment after that to snap back into the present and look up at him. Her mouth was slightly ajar, and when she realized it, she smiled and began clapping animatedly for the performance of her Papa. When her papa asked her if she wanted to eat or listen to more music, she as torn. The song he’d just played had been so pretty, but she was getting hungry. She’d just never been allowed to tell anyone that. She ate when she was told to eat. A small frown worked its way into her features as she tilted her head down and thought about it. Maybe her Papa would like her if she was brave? ”I.. could eat Papa….and then we can come back to the music?” She smiled at him, waiting to see what his reaction would be. She hoped she hadn’t just failed some test. She didn’t want to upset her Papa, or say the wrong thing. She wanted to have fun with her Papa and hear more of his music, but she would eat first if he allowed it.
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