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"Thank you very much, sir," she said demurely. After a moment, she hesitantly inquired, "Do I have any...duties? I've never been one to twiddle my thumbs and do nothing, so any task would be appreciated."

Scarlet caught the key and bowed. Menial work would be better than bed-work, at this point, considering the squirmy nature of his touch. "Yes, sir."

She left the room and went out to the bath house. She took off the treasured clothing and set it aside, out of harms way. Then she utilized her kind's super speed and strength to scour every inch of the bath house. She polished every metal fixture and scrubbed away every fleck of mildew and hard-water deposit. She collected the old towels and washed them and hug them up to dry. She also found all the sponges and other bath accessories and put them away. She even found some wood polish and buffed up the wood paneling in the sauna, not to mention every other piece of wood in the bath house.

By the time she was done, the bath house glowed like new. Satisfied, she doused herself with cold water and used one of the freshly cleaned towels to dry off before she slipped back into the clothes, which were still perfectly clean.

She'd only spent a few hours cleaning, and she debated whether or not she should risk waking her master again. He didn't seem to mind, but sleep deprivation would ultimately make him grumpy, no matter how kind he was. Dawn was only a few more hours away, anyway, so she'd just stay here until she had to seek cover. She sat on one of the decorative boulders in the back yard and picked out constellations until the first pale fringe of dawn colored the eastern sky. Then she went back inside and found her master's bed chamber.

Scarlet knocked on the door before she entered his chamber.

"Sir, the sun is rising and I must find sanctuary," she called softly. Part of her hoped he was awake and part of her hoped he was still asleep as she gently pushed open the door of the master bedroom.

Scarlet sighed softly and entered the empty room. She slid under the covers of her master's bed. Vampires didn't get tired the same way mortals did, but their bodies did need periods of rest to repair their necrotic tissue. His sheets were cool and soft and smelled of line-dried linen. Scarlet's eyes fluttered closed as she entered the death-trance that passed for sleep among her kind.

Scarlet woke as soon as the sun set and stretched languidly like a cat. For a moment she thought she was back in her own luxurious bed in historic Frost Manor. She smiled against the soft pillow. All she had to do was pull a bell and breakfast would arrive in the form of an attractive college student.

But then she remembered the betrayal, her capture, the beatings and the starvation, and her smile faded. This wasn't her bed after all, and breakfast was far from certain. She debated for a moment pretending to stay asleep--she could always claim that the weeks of harsh captivity had drained her strength--but she knew what she would do if one of her slaves had lied to her like that. So she pushed herself up and slipped out of bed.

She stretched and cracked her joints. Then she made the bed and fluffed the pillows, until it looked like no one had slept there. Just before she left her master's bedroom, she checked herself in the mirror. While she couldn't see herself, she could see her cloths floating as if hanging on an invisible manikin. She frowned and then twirled violently. The centrifical force stretched the fabric gently away from her body, flattening better than any iron. (She had stolen this idea from Superman, and it was remarkably effective. That must be why he could change from his reporter clothes to his spandex suit and back again without rumpling his collar.)

Finally satisfied, she went in search of her master. It was only right that she report to him, since she didn't have any outstanding orders.

The air grow cooled. Cooled enough even a vampire could feel it and for some reason it felt like a someone was watching. It felt demonic and familiar like Jericho was here with you but this presents was older. "Who you calling Scarlet?" Johnson lend up against the door way he was only wearing his pants so the scars on his body showed. His Tattoo was glowing a Dark demonic purple and the energy was so intense that it even steamed off of the Tattoo. "Hmmmm? Is it a friend someone who can help you out of this hell of mine?" His eyes where glowing Yellow and the whites of his eyes where as black as night.

Johnson walks into the room he had a smile on his face as he got closer to you. Slowly he put his arm over your shoulder and against the wall his face was close to yours. The Black of his eyes turned back to white but his eyes still glowed yellow. " I might believe you." He slowly moved his face closer to you like he was about to kiss you.

Johnson stopped and walked away. "If you want free........ You will have to kill me, and Ill even make it far if you try to kill me I wont even retaliate." Johnson turned his head and gave you a smile. "Oh and that is a very kinky look on your face. What did you think I was going to do to you?" Johnson let out a little chuckle. "Silly Vampire." Johnson left the room and down the hall.