Peter arrived to the estate after a long weary trip, dark shadows under his eyes as he looked out the window of the vehicle that brought him here. He took his glasses off and rubbed his tired eyes before replacing the glasses back on to his face. "I do not like being this far away from my research....time is of the essence but I need another lab assistant, and she seemed to fit the bill, at least very helpful..." he said under his breath as the vehicle came to an abrupt stop. Stepping out of the car he took in the entire sight of the estate thinking. Approaching the door with some hesitation he finally gathered up the nerve to knock on the door. Both doors swung open abruptly as a guard of sorts stood waiting to greet Peter to this humble abode. "Welcome Dr. Peter, I trust your trip was a pleasant one?" he asked motioning for him to come inside. The doctor walked inside "Can we skip the formalities I have already spoken with the mistress and I am on a strict schedule, my research cannot wait any longer then it already has, I already know who I am coming here for so if you could just lead me to her it would make things much more simpler for me."he returned back to the guard. He pulled out the file of the one he came to purchase today from his briefcase handing it over to the guard as he looked it over. "Um, excuse me sir wouldn't it be in your better interest to find a more suitable slave, one who is less damaged perhaps?" The doctor just stared the guard into submission, he had no time for games, every moment he was wasting here, was decreasing the chances to find a cure.
The guard finally conceding to the thousand yard stare, led the doctor up the stairs. They seemed to stretch on forever "This place feels bigger on the inside..." he thought to himself as he followed the guard in silence, only the sounds of their footsteps clicking on the floor and the occasional hush of voices on each floor. The guard finally turned down a long stretch of hallway lined with paintings and many a door. At this point Peter was already lost in thought and without even realizing it, bumped into the guard who stopped in front of the door. "My apologies.." he said giving a quick shake of his head. A quick rapping on the door followed by the guard opening it. "It would appear to be your lucky day, someone has finally come to purchase you.." the guard said with too much sarcasm then Peter liked. "You can go now....I appreciate your service.." the doctor responded to the guard as he just made a quick bow in a somewhat mocking gesture, before proceeding down back from where they came from. He stood there for a moment looking into the doorway staring at the female unsure of what to really do due to his degraded social skills.
He cleared his throat before stepping through the doorway "Excuse me, I am Dr. Peter Kolesnikov, it is a pleasure to finally meet you" he said not extending his hand to shake. "Based on your file I believe you will be the most appropriate candidate to help me with my research, that is if you are willing to come because I will not force you to come with me it is entirely your choice, however make your decision quickly because I have pressing issues to deal with.." he took his glasses off and breathed on them before wiping them off. He gave her a quick look over before inclining his head in a nod and stepping back out into the hallway. He rubbed at his temples starting to feel the constant string of days without sleep. "Just a little longer body, and then when I am back home you can have the sleep you crave..." he thought annoyed at himself for not being able to keep up his output. "Her profile doesn't do her much, she appears more damsel then I would like, but I can smell it on her, the scent of another wolf...she would be beneficial in more then one way just for that fact alone." he thought to himself as he looked down at the watch on his wrist. As he waited outside of her room he ran formulae through his mind trying to see where he messed up with the calculations, but only growing frustrated "Что я делаю не так, what am I doing wrong..." he said under his breath pulling his glasses off and rubbing at his eyes once more.
“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent”
StellaLuna SkyWind
Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 6:44 pm
Curled on the window seat as she was, Layla was still occupied with thoughts of outside. Wanting to run and stretch her body. She wanted fresh air, not the stale recycled air that was pumped through the vents of the estate. She needed to be reminded of the scents of pine and fallen foliage. Even dirt or dung would be more refreshing than this stale air that was tinged with old use and the ventilation system. Her fingers still toyed with the hem of her shirt as she watched the leaves dance in the wind that she could not feel. They moved so gently and Lalyla gave a gentle smile at them. How free they moved, without a care, going where they were guided by the wind. She had gone where she was led, and it had ended up with her here, at the bottom of her own hell hole, trying to find a way to get out. One day she would, but she had no clue when that day would be coming. She only hoped that it would be soon. If she had to waste away in this room, no better than a common criminal, she would have a long life of waiting ahead of her. But she had to get out. Someone would come for her. She knew it. She’d make herself useful doing chores or mopping up after babies. She didn’t care as long as she could see the sun and feel real air upon her face. If it came to her, she would even forsake the wolf within her to get out. After all, it had been her wolf that had gotten her in trouble in the first place. Her lineage had caused this mess.
She was so distracted that she almost didn’t hear the knock. When it came, her eyes turned towards the door immediately, hearing the smart comment from the guard on the outside. Someone wanted her? Truly? She turned her body half away from the window and towards the door, taking in the built guard and the man that seemed to shuffle in behind him. The male had unkempt pink hair that stuck up from his head on all sides. His eyes looked swollen with exhaustion and she wondered when the man had last had a good night’s rest. He was not small, but he was not large either. Yet, he was tall. He seemed to have a good foot on her, and that intrigued her. She gave him her attention, waiting to hear what she had to say when she inhaled. His scent brought that of wolf with him and her heart seized in her chest. Her blue green eyes began taking on red shadows, the color swirling around her irises, threatening to betray her true emotions. Had the men come back for her? Had the enemy pack sent a new wolf to apprehend her and make further use of her body? The wolf within her, beaten down as it felt raised hackles, bringing a deep frown to Layla’s face. Instead of responding, she listened. The male introduced himself as Doctor Peter Kolesnikov. That based on her file she was the most ideal candidate for his research. And that it was her choice to come or not. He only mentioned that her decision would need to be made quickly as he had things to do before he stopped speaking and headed for the door of her room once more. He removed the glasses from his face and cleaned them, and then rubbed his temple. So, he really was tired? She wondered if his cleaning was a habit or if it had really needed to be done to the lenses.
Instead of pondering on that too long, she frowned, thinking about the proposition handed to her. She had just been praying for someone to come and take her away and give her a purpose, but she hadn’t thought that would mean aiding some Doctor in his research. What kind of research was it? What if he needed her body for science? What if he needed arts of her to work that simply didn’t anymore? Would he need to touch her excessively? She frowned deeply, but found herself standing, looking at the door. She wanted to leave more than she was afraid of what he would do to her. The tall Doctor seemed harmless and lost, but maybe that was due to lack of sleep. She wasn’t sure. But she was willing to find out. There was nothing more this man could do to her that hadn’t been done to her already. He could invade and remove things, that would be new, but others had already taken so much. It would be the same. Instead of pondering further, she clutched the necklace that she wore beneath her collar and let out a deep breath. Slipping her feet into a pair of flats that were left by her dresser for her, she moved towards the door carefully. She took it slowly, not certain if she would be allowed to simply walk out after the man that was going to become her Master. She moved closer, stopping at the door as she heard a foreign language followed by English. Layla frowned. She thought the language was Russian, but she might have been wrong. She couldn’t speak it, but the dialect sounded familiar enough to be recognized.
She gently moved the door from her path and stepped out, looking at her Master, but keeping her distance carefully. She bowed her head, and then her body, uncertain what formalities her Master would wish for her to use. She leveled her eyes gently at him, still swirling with red in a sea of blue green. Rising from her bow slowly, she turned her gaze to her master’s face, looking up to catch the tip of his nose. ”Thank you Master. For choosing me for your research. I hope I will not be a disappointment to you. Whatever your instructions, I shall follow them to the best of my abilities.” She bowed her head once more, closing her mouth as to not overwhelm her new master with how much she spoke. Instead, she looked to him to begin moving through the house, to lead her to the outside. She would not run. She had no need for any other things she had been brought in. they were not important. From now on, she would serve her Master and bend to his whims as he wished. And maybe, just maybe, he would let her see and have some fresh air every once in a while.
He looked directly at her eyes as she spoke, making note of the strange discoloration in them. "Good..." was all he said as he started to walk back down the way the guard led him. He walked in silence still brooding over his thoughts, his footsteps echoing loudly in his ear causing him to get the beginning pains of a migraine. Once he set foot down on the bottom floor he looked around to find a guard, spotting one coming back down from an identical hallway to the ones upstairs. "Excuse me, can you fetch me the release forms please?" he said trying to sound as normal as he could, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. "After all it isn't their fault that this is taking to long..." he thought to himself. The guard made no rush to get the papers and took his sweet time getting them back to the doctor.
Peter looked them over thoroughly, old habits die hard, as he finally grabbed a pen out of his briefcase and signed the release forms. "Tell your mistress I appreciate her service." he said to the guard "Если бы вы могли также сообщить ей, что вы пустое место, что было бы прекрасно" he added to the guard in Russian with a smile on his face that seemed to make the sleep lines disappear. The guard just tilted his head as if hearing a new sound like a dog, which only elicited a slight chuckle from the doctor. He turned his attention back to the outside as he walked out breathing in the fresh air, it wasn't often the doctor got outside of the house, so any moment he was outside seemed to warm his dark void inside, even if it was a brief experience. His migraine seeming to subside with the breeze blowing across his skin. After a brief minute he turned his attention back to the girl. "I heard there was a shop near here, I believe we should stop there otherwise you won't have any clothes to wear aside from the ones you have on..." a quick motion of his hand drew it through his shaggy hair as he brushed some of it out of his field of vision, another one of his habits.
"What was up with her eyes....I mean there are certain genetic traits that can cause a discoloration but no to that effect...hmmm I will find out more once we return to the sanctuary of my home...is this still a good idea bringing her.." he thought of himself as he had a brief flashback of his painful past, the wall almost slipping, almost flooding his mind with the events that transpired on the day he changed. He shook his head "Don't worry about the price of clothing, I want to make sure you are comfortable so when we reach the stores pick out clothes that you like." he said putting an emphasis on the you part to make sure she understood she doesn't need to buy clothing that would appease him.
“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent”
OOC: Если бы вы могли также сообщить ей, что вы пустое место, что было бы прекрасно means "If you could also inform her that you are a waste of space that would be perfect"
StellaLuna SkyWind
Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 3:49 pm
Honesty is the best policy - When there is no money involved
A glossy black Rolls Royce pulled up to the slave shop, or rather the Pallas Estate. The blonde demon checked his Cartier watch on his way in, he had a meeting in about two hours, and it was going to take about an hour and a half to get there from this place. "Why is it that the best people in business are always the eccentrics?" Erik thought to himself as he strode quickly to where the Mistress was waiting, he had called ahead to get most of the details ironed out, he was always running on a tight schedule, and luckily the mistress seemed to understand.
Erik cut a rather intimidating figure in his business suit, at 6'7 and with the lean build of a fighter, it often surprised the mortals he dealt with on a regular basis that he literally spent all of his time behind a desk. But it was easier to get what he wanted with a pen, a signature, than a sword up here on Earth. Money was what the humans understood, and it was so much fun to turn all sorts of colors when he announced the worst possible news to business owners. Well, it was always bad news for them, and excellent news for him and his conglomerate. He wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for the fatcats in suits who had raved about this place, and the quality of goods it sold. One particular Sicilian man claimed he had bought a square dozen to staff his house, mostly because it was cheaper that way. No holidays, no health insurance, no days off, no chances of turning in papers of resignation, and some would warm your bed to boot. Erik had owned a few hundred slaves back when it was a status symbol to have the odd Caribbean plantation laying around (and that was when? The seventeen hundreds?), but he had yet to actually purchase one for himself.
"And there is no time like the present" he murmured as he strode down the halls of the East wing. Slavery was without a doubt, on the rise again. There were just so many people, it was easy for a few to slip through the cracks and disappear. An efficient and cheap workforce would be something vital if he was going to attempt to double his profits within the decade, it was a bit difficult to try and keep topping himself.
Besides the obvious need for a bit of personal investigation before he delved into a new field, it would be nice to have another soul rattling around his house, to have someone who could fetch his brandy when he felt to lazy, and of course to make sure they were sturdy enough to not... Break.... Should one of his family come visit. Really that was the only reason he didn't have servants, Zephyr or Malphas would get it into their heads to "play" with them, and then Erik would be left with a dead body and a mess to clean up. It was perhaps amusing the first two times, but after that it had just been a bother. And it was difficult to get the human police to stop poking around once a murder of a citizen happened, a slave wouldn't be missed even if something bad did occur.
Win-win in his opinion, business and pleasure all rolled up into one. And good help was so hard to find these days.
So there Erik stood outside of the door to the potential slave, he knew she was a half-demon, and a bit on the stubborn side, but he didn't want a puppet floating around after all. With this in mind, he opened the door to the slave's room and stepped in, the door clicking shut smoothly behind him. With a small smile he murmured "Why hello there pretty." He reached out his right hand to beckon the slave to him, curious about how she would react. Without a doubt she could feel the pressure of his aura, even normal humans occasionally commented that when they were signing contracts with him that they felt like "They were making a deal with the Devil." It caused no end of amusement to Erik, mostly because he had met Lucifer a few times. The Fallen angel had been surprisingly normal for a demon, the only notable thing besides his power was that he had one hell of a God complex.
His red eyes studied the slave from behind a pair of glasses and a set of brown contacts, waiting for her move.
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This is what it had come to. Aurora was once again in a market place, awaiting her fate at the hands of a new master. The question now was who might come for her. Although perhaps she hoped that no one would come for her. This shop was actually rather nice, not at all like some of the others she had seen. Instead she was given a room, a whole room to herself, with a bathroom. Upon arriving she had taken advantage of such things. A long shower easing the soft ache in some of her muscles, though not completely ebbing the pain. The demon blood was making slow work of it all, though faster than her human blood could have managed. Under the stream of water Aurora was able to reassess the scars that she would continue to carry, knowing the ones that would fade within the next day or so. The small bruises, mostly from her most recent owners’ hands around her arm, were of slight discoloration. The woman had one hell of a grip, Aurora would give her that. Though finding out that your slave was sleeping with your son might give one a small bit of an adrenaline boost.
Having spent her last night in the previous house locked in a closet nearly anything would have been a welcomed sight. So at the moment Aurora was content in the canopy bed. Shoeless feet hung above the floor, covered only in the pair of tights she still wore. A run in the tights ran from just below the knee up under the skirt on her right leg. The outfit was that of her old uniform; her last mistress saying she didn’t even want it back after all that had happened. The black and white maid’s outfit was of any standard style one might find. Black knee-length dress, where every seam ended in lace. The sleeves, the scoop of the neck, the bottom hem, it was all lined with the crap. Silver buttons lined the front of the dress, a white apron draped across the bed beside her as she was no longer in need of the thing. It too was frilly and much too girly for her favor. White was tied into other places upon the dress, the lacing of the back, a tie around the waist, a bit of tool to poof out the skirt.
No this wasn't too bad. Surely they would feed her three meals a day. Slaves were of little use when malnourished. Breakfast had been fine, nothing an expert chef would whip up, and rather plain, but she had had much worse. Thinking of past households, of the families she had been brought into, of the single masters who had each been different in their rules and regulations. It was hard to predict what might be coming next. One hand lifted from the sheets to pull at the collar around her neck, this she hated the most. From the mirror she had caught sight of the colors, of the charms, but they meant little to Aurora in way of meaning. Every shop was different, though she knew it was all a code, and the masters had the key. These things were never right anyway, well...perhaps they were never fully right. The damn thing was tight though, and no matter how much she pulled the thing wouldn't give.
There was no knock, but the sound of the door opening broke through the silence of her thoughts. The soft click behind the intruder let her know that they were taking precautions to be sure she did not try to escape. Pulling her head up from where it lay she found it easy enough to rise onto elbows and pass a bored sort of look to the man standing in her room. He had not been what Aurora was expecting. No, she was rather thinking she might find someone on staff here, not a potential master. Giving him the once over she noted his features. Blonde hair, brown eyes beyond the glasses, tall, a tailored suit...and yet it was more so what she felt on him that mattered. Calculating, suffocating, nonhuman, and that was without touching him. Her interest was momentarily peaked, but his words, and movements, as though calling a dog, lost her to him. Falling back onto the sheets Aurora ignored his call, black hair falling back out behind her, nearly teal eyes looking back up at the covering of her bed. Maybe if she did not answer him he would leave her alone in search of a different slave and she could stay in this shop, in this room, a bit longer. No work to do, no one to answer to, it would be nice for at least a while longer yet.
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Silenced Nocturne
Agreed...it has begun.
Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 6:56 pm
Honesty is the best policy - when there is no money involved
Erik had offered an encouraging smile to her when she sat up to take a look at him; she was a pretty one indeed. Pale skin, bright blue eyes of a very unusual shade, black hair, and even from over here across the room he could tell she was well shaped. Just when he thought it was going to go well, she flopped back onto the sheets of the bed in seeming disinterest. Erik tisked his tongue in annoyance, he was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted, and frankly he hated being ignored. He crossed the room in a few long strides so he was standing next to the bed.
He looked down at her sprawled on the bed in what looked like a maid’s uniform minus the apron… Actually the apron was lying on the bed next to her. His face remained blank as he took in every detail of her, as if he was inspecting the inventory of another shipment of whatever he had purchased. Everything about her, from the bruise marks fading on her arm to the run in her stocking, to the scars that graced her arm like a tattoo, was observed by the demon. He rubbed his chin as he considered what her collar told him about her, sarcastic, flirty, a maid, and… A sex addict?
Well that was a rather nice charm to spy. A cold smile spread of his features, he already have a bit of leverage over her. In his experience, addicts of any kind have a hard time being separated from the source of their addiction. If she was going to be difficult now, he highly doubted she would be the same way after a few weeks of abstinence. It would only be a matter of time before she at the very least submitted to him in order to get her fix, and Erik would be happy to oblige if she behaved.
Oh how Erik was in for disappointment later.
His phone beeped from the inside of his suit jacket, announcing that he had fifteen minutes left to leave before he was late for that meeting. He took one last glance at her face then in a single smooth movement grabbed her arm, directly over where someone else had gripped her recently and left a few marks, and pulled her upright onto her feet in front of him. The action brought a few things to his attention, first that she was rather light; secondly that she was a good foot shorter than him. Shortly he said.”You’ll do. Now, you have two choices, behave and walk out of here or struggle and be carried out unconscious.”His falsely brown eyes were cold as he stared into her teal ones; his skills at diplomacy only went so far when he wasn’t trying to lull someone into a false sense of security. The fact remained that he only had a few short minuets to get back to his car and get back to his main office before his Korean branch flipped their bad comb-overs. His slim fingers kept a vise-like grip on her upper arm, she’d have to something rather impressive indeed to break his grip. He peered at Aurora through his glasses, before leaning over and whispering into her ear in a manner that could be interpreted as either sensual or sinister. ”You ought to make up your mind quickly, because otherwise I’ll assume that you’ve chosen the second option, little one.” As a rule, Erik drove a hard bargain, and had a tendency to enforce deadlines no matter how significant with a great deal of ruthlessness.
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Not much caring for his sounds of disapproval, Aurora half expected to hear a knock on the door in request to be left out by the guard on the other side. It did not come, instead footsteps sounded their way nearer. In those few short strides the woman on the bed gave a short sigh, so he was not so easily put off. She did not meet his gaze, not because she was frightened by his presence, but rather that she did not care to keep gaze locked with his. There was no need to look his way to know what the man was doing. Is was giving her the once over, as all masters did...or rather as all males did. For some reason in this moment, Aurora wondered what it was he saw. What characteristics or things were there that stood out for him? Her body was not at all scantily clad, meaning there was much of her flesh that he could not see.
The silence stretched on between them. Him standing there, she laying among the sheets, and finally the bell of his phone broke it. Perhaps this would mean he was leaving, the suit and reliance on time meant he probably worked in the business world. Had she wasted too much of his time already? The thought was quickly trashed when his hand closed down over her arm. It was clear that he had reached for the bruised flesh, his intention came well understood. His bigger hand closed down, none too gently, pulling her up from her place of rest. The action gave her no time to do anything about it, to help herself up and lessen the dependence upon her arm to hold the rest of her body's weight, or to pull away. Clenching her teeth as the pain registered, Aurora sucked in a small hiss of breath as he righted her.
Basically bare feet hit the wood floor, the only barrier to the cold the thin layer of her tights. While she had noticed he was tall, Aurora had not realized just how tall he was. She was on the above average scale for women when it came to height, and he was nearly a foot taller still. Before looking up to his face, her eyes set themselves on his hand, which did not move even now that it had completed its purpose. Though she knew it would be painful, Aurora jerked against his grip, attempting to free herself. It came to no avail. He was on his bit about two choices when she finally looked up at him. For all he knew she could be a mute as she had not yet spoken a word to the man. He was going off of her appearance and what the shop had decided to label her as. That was how most masters did it, and yet usually there was a little bit of conversation involved. This interaction was completely one sided.
Seeing as he seemed in quite the rush Aurora chose to stay quiet. Clearly there were many other ways that she could leave this room. Yet, he had delivered his own ultimatum limiting her choices down to two. The other options were leaving being carried but conscious, kicking and screaming, running, tossed over his shoulder, at knife point, at gun point, by the hair, on a leash....hell, they could leave with her carrying him. Moving her arm against him again, she pulled her head away too, giving him a look that said 'back-off'. “Clearly those aren't the only two ways to leave but I can walk just fine, so release me.” Willing to comply only to a point Aurora favored staying on her own two feet. This of course would keep her out of his grasp, and conscious. She had no desire to not know where she was going to wake up and in which state. Besides, it was also in a way a test. An order of release from a slave...what would he do with that?
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Silenced Nocturne
I'm excited to be posting as well.
Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 6:01 pm
Honesty is the best policy - when there is no money involved
Erik blinked calmly at the slave as she fruitlessly tried to jerk her arm out of his grip, she didn’t seem particularly bright so far. According to her collar she was educated, but just how educated? As far as he could tell all that charm guaranteed was that she wasn’t illiterate, not that it mattered very much now that he was thinking about it. It’s not like a maid ever needed to use calculus to do her job after all. He met her glare with a steely look of his own, he had defeated much more fearsome opponents in combat, a tiny female (who happened to only be half demonic) wasn’t about to scare him. Particularly because as far as anyone knew she had had zilch combat training. All in all, his soon-to-be possession appeared irritated that he had pulled her up from her spot on the bed, and aggravated that he had chosen that particular spot on her arm to pull her up. Then she opened her mouth.
Erik couldn’t keep a blonde eyebrow from quirking upward in a mix of amusement and surprise. It appeared he had a quibbler in his hands, and a slave bold enough to make demands/ test to see just how easy it was to push his buttons. How very entertaining indeed. Yes, there were many other ways she could leave this room, not all of them involved her being in one piece… Or alive… He had to resist the urge to smile at her, so he settled for a dry chuckle and a bemused ”As true as that is Little one, I’m afraid I’m much too short-pressed for time to allow for any other options.” Erik released her arm, a fresh set of red marks overlaying the smaller ones that had already been there. “Surprisingly, I can be reasonable. Next time though, ask nicely. Manners do get you rather far in life you know.” He was perfectly aware he was being a hypocrite, and he didn’t particularly care. He smoothed back a bit of blonde hair with the hand that had recently been occupied with gripping Aurora’s arm. The light briefly glinting off his glasses as he head tilted fractionally back with the gesture. (Falsely) brown eyes studied the defiant little woman before him in black as if checking to make sure that this was really the person he was going to have to deal with for an extended period of time.
His mind already wandering to what would happen once she couldn’t take celibacy anymore, and as the son of the Prince of Hell in charge of spreading lust it could be safely said they weren’t clean at all, he turned around to walk back wards the door and rap of the surface of the door thrice. A guard cracked the door open and said ”Sir?”. Erik grinned “I’ll be taking this one.” The guard nodded and opened the door fully and began the standard monologue of what the potential buyer had to do in order to take their new piece of property home. Erik feigned interest for the grand total of ten seconds before cutting the poor man off with a wave of his hand. ”I’m aware of what I have to do, leash please” The guard deflated slightly, as if he was used to being stopped mid-monologue by other slightly entitled buyers on a regular basis. Then a slim leather leash was produced and handed to Erik. He turned the object over in his hands, examining it for any obvious flaws. He turned his head to look over his shoulder at the young woman he was purchasing, making sure that she had her shoes on.
How would it reflect on him if his slave went around unshod? It was bad enough she had a run in her stocking, and that her dress was only of mediocre quality in his opinion. The point of conspicuous consumption is to be… Well, conspicuous… Frankly there was no point of making an investment like this without going all the way, hence why he was here in this manor rather than the weekly auctions in some of the seedier merchants’ presence. Although, he supposed he might take a look down there to see if anyone there was worth investing in. Given enough time, he might even run a place like this someday, indirectly of course. He was far too busy with other matters to devote himself to only one sector.
“Come now Little one, we’ve got a meeting to make. And I never did say whether or not you’d be leashed or not on your walk out hm? Looks like you’re faced with another decision based on you behavior. So do hurry up, I think being dragged out by the neck would leave some nasty bruises~ ” He couldn’t keep back the smirk even if he tried, this was where he excelled, springing nice little surprises on people whenever he left himself an inch of technically undefined territory. Although, he was by no means a man of his word, would anyone in their right mind trust the word of a Demon like him anyway without a grain of caution? Or a pound? Once again, he awaited the half-demon’s response with curiosity. How would his pet react now?
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He didn't seem to care much for her test of his grip, or rather anything much at all except getting out of here. It was too much to be asked to be let alone, although perhaps this lot could have been avoided by paying attention to him in the first place. Still, Aurora had been hopeful, for whatever reason, that he might be the man to want things his way. Which it seemed that he did, he was just willing to fight for them a little bit more to have it with her, instead of finding a slave that would simply comply. Be that as it may, she was still able to surprise him in some way with her words. Which was really all she could do at the moment with his grip as it was. Even with his chuckle he failed to let her go, his fingers still digging into the tender skin that had only half way healed. The process would start over again no doubt. A new layer of bruising over that which had already been dealt.
Little one he had taken to calling her...One of the nicer pet names no doubt, but Aurora wasn't exactly pleased by it. The name sounded more like something one would speak to a child, not of someone who appeared to be in their early twenties. As his fingers left her arm, her own came up to nurse the reddened flesh. 'Reasonable' he said, Aurora took a guess that at times he was far from it. In the same moment he asked of manners, and she bit her tongue to keep from telling him what she really thought of his manners. Grabbing a women in the exact place of a visible bruise, how very gentleman like. Least he do it again, or find another spot that was even more tender, the thought was kept to herself. She caught his gaze momentarily, noticing this time that the brown eyes did not look quite real. They did not hold the real life, instead they acted like a veil of sorts. While she could not note what the true color was, Aurora was almost certain he was hiding not only behind the glasses, but a pair of contacts as well...the question now became why?
The man was thinking now as he watched her, the wheels of his brain turning, as to what she tried to guess but came up blank. Her powers did not work that way, Aurora could not read minds, and she was rather glad she could not, but sometimes she could pick up on things others did not easily notice. He turned before she could deduce anything, alerting the guard on the other side that he was ready to leave and that she would be coming with him. A roll of her eyes turned her to look for her shoes, the apron left on the bed as she cared not to bring it with. Her clothing was by no means normal, and now not even complete. The dress was rather plain, nothing spectacular or special about it. She had said she could walk and so she would, the idea of leaving any other way persuasion enough for her to behave...for now. Turning her head in a snap at his last request from the guard Aurora spoke before thinking better of it, “I said I'd walk.”
She detested both he collars and the leashes as she was not a dog. Watching him look over the damned thing Aurora realized she had given away her distaste for such in that moment. Knowledge on his part lead to weakness on her own. Anything he would come to know, things she liked, things she disliked, all became fair game. Threats to remove it in the case of the favored this, or use of the unfavored, gave her new master a bargaining tool to force her into doing his wishes with less of a fight. The flats she had slipped in to were worn, but comfortable. The black gloss scuffed in a few places and a buckle over the top of her foot.
So this was how it would be, technicalities of speech. Aurora knew now she would need to be careful with him when it came to any sort of promise. The loop holes were endless unless everything could be accounted for. Still, the leash sounded more like an option, and one that she did not care for. No, for now she would follow him, little as she wanted to, and obey, if only for the sake of having that little bit more control over her own movements. Leashes made certain things easier for masters, and much, much harder for slaves. Walking toward him, she stood at arms length waiting for him to push forward out the door and lead them to where ever it was they would be going. A car most likely, for this man to make it to his meeting. Hopefully her duties would not start right away, the idea of serving an room full of bigwigs did not fill Aurora with any sort of delight.
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I had quite the weekend. Went to Disneyland yesterday. My cousin came to visit with her friend, and they had wanted to go. So we did. Little to no waiting in lines so we hit most rides, awesome shows, and I got a private meeting with Mickey Mouse, so we did a little dance. Haha. How was your weekend?
Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 1:06 pm
Honesty is the best policy - when there is no money involved
Erik’s mouth quirked upward at the Little one’s clear abhorrence of the collar, another bit of leverage gained on his part. He watched as she put on her shoes, scuffed to his disapproval. He’d going to have to make sure he got her some new clothes after the meeting, assuming it didn’t go into overtime the way it had been for the past five times. Time was becoming an increasingly rare commodity for Erik, and he was seriously considering getting a PA, just so he wouldn’t have to keep everything straight himself. The Little one obediently walked up to him, curiously enough, she had left the apron he had seen lying on the bed. The dress looked fine on her without it, however it was certainly not something he would expect to see while walking around in today’s society. Perhaps back in the early 1900’s, but even then the skirt would be longer. She seemed to be waiting for something… Her blue eyes were already holding the slight look of detestment. His phone chimed again, ten minutes.
Without a second thought, he took her hand, lacing his much longer fingers with hers before she could protest and began to briskly walk so he could take care of the final release forms.
Exactly two minutes later, they had exited the building and were walking to his car. Another thirty seconds, the Little one was in the back seat, and buckled in at Erik’s insistence, and Eric was starting up his Rolls. He couldn’t keep the smallest smile off his face when he felt the purr of the engine, there was something so incredibly satisfying to driving a machine as beautifully made as this one.
He drove at a speed that was just barely legal, the scenery flying past them. About ten minutes into the ride back to his headquarters he was on the phone, talking in a soft and surprisingly melodic Chinese to an associate about the alarming downward progression that a few other companies of similar size were experiencing. Choi had some new news about the latest scandal over the use of asbestos in manufacturing, and how they were going to dodge this particular bullet.
Soon he had completely forgotten about the presence of his purchase in the back seat, his mind completely wrapped up in public announcements, bribes to pay out, and a few other slightly dirty dealings that were necessary if he was going to come out of this fiasco intact. Technically it wasn’t his fault this time, he had given a bit too much power to Signor Sapegno…
The two hours seemed to fly by for Erik, but he wasn’t the one sitting and listening to another person talk softly in a different language the whole way. Even if Aurora had said something, it went completely unheard by her preoccupied owner.
The scenery bled from pastoral scenes to the glass-and-steel facades of the business district in a nearby city, exactly one minute and fifty-five seconds to spare on Erik's part. He pulled up to the curb and got out, still glued to his phone, and tossed the keys at the valet. Moving as quickly as he could without revealing his demonic nature, he disappeared through the wide glass doors without a second glance. He had a meeting to attend.
The valet, needless to say, was surprised to find a girl in the backseat. He shrieked actually. He drove the car into it's normal spot in the company parking garage, marked "President" by a surprisingly utilitarian sign, not sure what he was supposed to do... He had seen other big-wigs bring in slaves, but then they were always on their arms... Jeff decided to hopefully retain his job by saying. "So, shall I escort you to Mr. Blanchette's office for you to wait for him?"
Should she accept, Jeff would walk her to the elevator and explain politely how to get to the spacious office on the 89th floor. Erik would figure out eventually what he had done, Aurora may just have to wait an hour or so for it to happen.
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The dance of flames and shadows in the street Make poetry nobody's ever heard The weight of loneliness stands on your feet The cage already there around the bird
Seeing that the male had quick enough reflexes to protect his face from her nails, Aceline huffed in disappointment. It would have been so fun to see the shocked look on his face when he realized she had just given him a gash across his perfect features. She had a rising suspicion that he was goading her deliberately, but the female just didn't care. Let him poke the beast. She would show him just how big of a mistake he had made by baiting her towards a violent reaction for fun. Then maybe he would leave her alone and she could get back to her scheming....but then that meant she would need to figure out a way past the guards, the mansion mistress, the wards keeping her powers from emerging....yeah....ok maybe she should go with this arrogant son of a- Aceline stopped her thoughts right there. If she was going to go crazy on him then her chances of leaving then escaping from him (who would most likely have less precautions on keeping her figuratively chained as a slave) would be non-existent. The first thing she was going to do was take off that damned collar. That shoddy piece of material of all things was what was keeping most of her powers at bay. Who knew something like that could turn her into a being almost as weak as what she used to be before she was bitten.
The girl was brought out of her thoughts as she snapped at him, giving out the three major mistakes he had made. Of course, there were more; that arrogant smirk she wanted to wipe off his face so bad, and the confidence oozing from him. Who was he to think he could get the better of her? As she tried to clamp down on his hand, Aceline suddenly found his fingers pressing very painfully against the side of her head to the point she was momentarily blinded by stars. Instinctively she moved backwards, all thoughts of biting him abandoned as she tried to pull away, but the male moved with her, his hand firmly wrapped around her throat. Her knees buckled when they suddenly collided with the side of the bed and she lost her balance, her eyes wide with surprise and a little fear. When she noticed him staring straight into her eyes, she immediately hid that fear deep inside, her usual angry look returning. She hoped he hadn't noticed that particular moment of weakness and she swore to herself he wouldn't see it again....though....the way his eyes became a torrent of colors made her very uneasy. She knew she had crossed a line trying to bite him now and the way he spoke told her he was very serious about removing her teeth. Unconsciously she licked her lips, her tongue grazing over her precious molars before her chin set back into a stubborn line.
Well..then I'll just use my nails to tear. She huffed, knowing it was a weak argument, but trying nonetheless. Aceline refused to acknowledge he had the best of her; she was too stubborn and prideful for her own good. That was what she hid behind and when people ran into her thorny personality, they all stayed away....which she preferred. She hated her existence, the only thing keeping her alive and going each day was the thought that someday she would hunt her creator down and tear him into shreds while he watched in horror, screaming and begging for mercy...which she would give none. He had made her into the monster she was today, he was the reason she was so miserable.
When the male let her go, she stared at him in surprise, not expecting it. Hesitantly she stood up from the bed and brushed off her dress; not that it mattered, the thing was so torn and dirty. She watched him warily, expecting him to attack her again, but he just stood there. When she heard those hated names coming from his lips, the girl visibly bristled, baring her fangs. So he was going to play that game with her huh? She'd show him and make his life miserable until she escaped. Every second she was to be with him she would make it difficult, fighting tooth and nail every inch of the way. Let him know that her spirit and fire could never be extinguished.
As he placed his hand on the doorknob, she felt a sudden dread as she realized he wasn't going to leave without dragging her to his home. The unknown unsettled her and even though she hated the mansion, it had grown into a sort of familiar discomfort. She didn't know where he was going to take her, what kind of home he had, what securities and precautions; heck, maybe he even had more security than the mansion. She involuntarily shuddered at the thought, her shoulders tensing. She lifted her head and watched him cautiously, slowly moving back into the corner of the room furthest away from him. No one else unsettled her as much as this determined male who seemed to be immune to her hostility. He intimated her if she was to be honest with herself and she didn't even know what kind of species he was. The girl knew his scent of course and he was unlike any of the other potential masters she had come into contact with, so he must be a less common species. Darting her eyes up to meet his, she gave him a glare, daring him to try and take her.
StellaLuna SkyWind
It's like the sun's gone down, sleeps in the hallowed ground now With the autumn's brown leaves, with the one who never grieves
Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2014 9:06 pm
Akan was more than irritated with the outburst form the little vampire. Had she actually bitten him. There might have been repercussion he would have to pay,a dn that would never be the case. This woman was a slave. A plaything for his amusement, not someone with a title and power to come and get him. It was preposterous that she could have so much power. Maybe he would have her teeth filed. Just to prove his point. She would definitely be taking a trip to the compound, and he would leave her. She wouldn’t be fed. Perhaps he would let her sit in the sun for a bit too. One of the holding rooms for the disobedient. He had access to them. She wouldn’t like them. He growled internally, looking back from the door where he currently stood to see her, hiding on the other side of the bed. Just like the fear he had seen in her eyes. He knew it was unintended, but it had been there, and he had seen it. There was no way he was going to let her simply get away with that. He had seen that fear, and would use it against her again. She was angry, and a spitfire, but she was afraid as well, deep down under all that hatred, and he would do everything in his power to exploit that fear from her. Now, she was on the other side of the bed, refusing to go with him. How wonderful. He turned quickly, moving to her with force and grabbed her wrists, pulling her up towards him quickly. Her body seemed almost nonexistent in weight, insubstantial, but he held her close anyways. Looking down at her, he frowned deeply. ”You’re displeasing me, and only adding time to your sentence. So walk out of here, or I will drag you, kicking and screaming, and add a day on for every step you refuse to take.”
Akan was dead serious, and his eyes glinted the secretive malice of what was in store. The silver haired female might be able to surmise not eating, or being trapped, but truly, there was no possible way she could even begin to imagine exactly what would happen to her. There were many things hidden in the compounds. Many types of beasts and creatures that were favorite by the Masters that occasionally made appearances. Things that even the darkest of creatures couldn’t bear to be around for long periods of time. He would introduce them to her. Whatever seemed to work the best. Perhaps a wraith could be fun, to watch her squirm, but it would not survive long in the sun. Not in the room he planned for her. He would be creative, and ultimately, bring her downfall. It would be his gift to her to set her right. Of course, he planned on her not breaking. That would be far too easy. But she would learn not to cross him. Leading her towards the door, he continued giving the option of her walking like a good little girl, or being dragged, though his hand never left her thin wrists, he was ready if she tried to bite him or get away from him. He couldn’t let her become a danger. Perhaps filing down her incisors would be an intelligent move. He could have it done while she was at the compound. See how she liked her favorite weapons being taken away from her. There were warlocks there that were not Masters, that answered to very special elite hounds such as himself. He would see to it that one was asked on how best to handle his fiery little princess.
Moving in similar fashion down the stairs, he let the silver haired vampire make the decision whether she would walk on her own or be dragged. When they reached the base of the stairs, he used his other hand to tug her close, slipping a finger into her collar and staring at her, getting right in her face. ”If you try to run from me now, or the guards, or harm them, I promise I will have your teeth filed, if I do not decide to pull them out myself. Do not test me little one. I promise, you will only make yourself suffer more when I take you to the compound. Do not add to your sentence while I handle this paperwork.” With that, he offered her to two guards, quickly making work of the paperwork and handing over the price to the Estate Mistress before heading back for his silver haired female. So feisty and fiery she was. He would love to watch as he caused her flame to turn to smolder, and then burn out completely. He wondered how long it would take. Now that she was his. When the guard moved to hook the leash onto his slave, Akan shook his head, taking the lead himself and clipping it onto her collar, before moving to tie the leash around her hands, binding her. He requested a second leash, and again attached it himself, and pulled her forward with it. He would have so much fun. She was like a disobedient pup. He’d seen the others managing their children, some with softness, others barking orders at the mothers and showing their pup just who was in charge. Akan would feel no remorse. His female would heal fast, given her nature. He would teach her, her proper place quickly. Leading her to the edge of the property, and then off of it completely, he removed a pouch from his pocket, removing a pearl from it. A means of travel. He drew the girl close, and then stepped on it, envisioning the compound and waiting for the magic to take effect before felt the shift that began to take them to his first place of residence.
ScuroFenice
Part here. part in the compound. If any of his movements are too moddy, please let me know and I'll change them. D;
The human experience. The human experience. The human experience.
How futile. How futile. How futile.
↬ where | pallas manor slave shop. ↬ with | karina, a guard. ↬ wondering | what a peculiar specimen.
When the automobile was invented in the 1800s, Alaric had allowed himself to indulge and purchased one of these mechanized transportation vessels. They were "simply marvellous," as everyone seemed to say in those days, but Alaric never found the appeal. Why should he spend money on tires, maintenance, fuel, and god knows what else to be able to travel a few hundred paces? Eventually, Alaric sold the metal beast. Teleportation served Alaric just fine, when he knew where he was going. And he did.
The Pallas Manor Slave Shop was hard to miss. Alaric chanced upon this intriguing building one day while stumbling through the woods, chasing after a wolf. When the wolf escaped, Alaric decided that he had nothing better to do but investigate the estate. One of the guards showed him inside and Alaric met with Mistress. She explained how her little business worked, and Alaric nodded along. After their meeting, Alaric tipped his hat to the Mistress while bowing and showed himself out. Several months later, Alaric had made the decision to return.
The warlock stood in front of the small pond in his backyard. He closed his eyes and softly chanted. Acico Pallas Manor. Acico Pallas Manor. Acico Pallas Manor. Alaric’s stomach tumbled then his feet landed solidly on the gravel. It was predicted that he would appear just at the edge of the magical barrier. The man dusted off his pants and twirled his cane in his hand as he made his way to the estate’s large front doors.
In one smooth motion, Alaric tipped his hat to the guard and swung open the door. He found the nearest butler and requested that he see the Mistress. When Alaric sat down at the Mistress’s desk, a faint smile danced across his lips. It had been such a long time since he’s had company. The thought of procuring a slave excited him. “Hello my good lady, it is I, Alaric Aster Grace," he introduced. "I do hope you remember our previous meeting.” The blonde man’s white teeth shone as he spoke. “Mistress, I have been going over the slaves’ profiles in my head, these past few months, torturing myself trying to make a decision. Your collection is simply delectable; I did not know who to choose. But I have made my final decision. I will be much obliged to sign all of the necessary paperwork and make the payments right now, before I go to collect her.”
Alaric slipped his white leather gloves off of his hands and placed them neatly in his lap. He looped his a’s and l’s, then dotted his i’s. He reached into his trouser pocket and snatched up his wallet, pulling out several bills and stacking them on the table one by one. When all of the formalities were over with, Alaric donned his gloves once again and picked up his cane as he stood up. “It is such a pleasure to be doing business with you, Mistress,” Alaric purred. He was barely focussed on the transaction at this point. The thought of the girl's eyes sent chills down Alaric's spine. Those eyes that look just like his...
As the warlock made his way to his future slave’s lavish cage bedroom, a guard had appeared at his side. “I know where I am headed, thank you,” Alaric addressed the guard with a curt nod. The other man appeared as if he was going to say something, but stopped when he realized Alaric’s long legs were not going to reduce their speed. Once Alaric arrived in front of the door, he sang her name in his head. Karina Dorner, we will finally meet. Alaric gestured at the door with his left hand and the puzzled guard started. The guard grabbed hold of the doorknob and pushed the door inwards, with the free hand that wasn't clutching a leash.
The guard entered the room first then nodded to Alaric. "Karina, this is Alaric," the warlock heard the guard say from inside. "You know how this works, hon. Remember to play nice. Sir? You can come in now." The guard brushed shoulders with Alaric as he made his way out of the cage, signalling to Alaric that he should now become acquainted with his future slave. Green eyes sparkling, Alaric stepped across the threshold and spotted the woman he came here for. “Hello, Karina. Are you ready to come home?”
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It had been a few months since she'd arrived and Karina thought she would go out of her mind. The collar didn't bother her too much - at least it was an interesting accessory, she reasoned - but everything else made her want to scream. It was boring as hell in this place, she didn't get to talk to anyone except the guard and whoever decided to come in to 'interview' her, and there was nothing to do. No TV, no library to at least read, no instruments, not even an open window to get some fresh air. She slept a lot and everyone thought she was depressed, but she was far from it. All she wanted to do was get out and have something to do.
She'd even settle for someone at this point.
There wasn't much for her to do to pass the time. The last thing she wanted to do was think about her past and muse over all her mistakes. Laying down on the bed, she stared up at the ceiling, swinging her legs impatiently for no particular reason. Karina had no idea someone was interested in purchasing her, no one had mentioned the man from before, and as she'd never even met him there was little reason for her to think someone would ever buy her at this rate. The leather collar put off quite a few buyers who were wanting to purchase someone more docile - it wasn't as if she was violent, she tried to explain to one. She just didn't take orders well. You'd think that amounted to the same thing. Huffing to herself, she stretched her legs. Then there were the people who thought she would be violent, more angry, and they didn't want her either. It seemed she didn't quite fit into a normal sort of category and thanks to that, no one bothered with her. If it wasn't so boring here, she wouldn't really mind it much. At least she'd learned things like magic existed, something that had never occurred to her before she'd been sold here.
No one ever freaking knocked. Sitting up when the guard came in the room, she frowned at the sight of the leash. She knew people with a leather collar had to have one if they left - so what the hell was he carrying one for? When she saw the dandy-looking man slightly behind the guard in the doorway, her eyes narrowed even further, and definitely in displeasure. She'd never seen the man in her life and he thought he'd just drag her home? Well, yeah, of course he did, she didn't get a say in the matter. But still, it was annoying as hell to get bossed around like this.
"I'm supposed to go with you?" she demanded, brushing her hair out of her eyes and giving the stranger a flat inspection that suggested he was clearly lacking in whatever she was looking for. "What the hell do you want me for?" Karina added, ignoring the sighing of the guard who was waiting to clip the leash to her collar like she was some sort of pet dog.
The human experience. The human experience. The human experience.
How futile. How futile. How futile.
↬ where | pallas manor slave shop. ↬ with | karina. ↬ wondering | how wonderfully fun it is going to be with this girl around.
A theatrical sigh escaped the blonde man as he rolled his eyes and smiled wickedly. Why do commoners ask the most obvious questions? Alaric mused, mocking Karina in his private thoughts. “I came here to bring you back to my house, to be my loving slave, to be my loyal companion,” he cooed in his most convincing tone. “It brings me great displeasure to see you confined to these four walls. I wish to be your saviour, to carry you out of this cage like a new bride.” He waited a moment and let his statement hang in silence before bursting out into a deep cackle. “I’m sorry,” Alaric muttered, still in his laughing fit. “I could not keep up that disgusting charade.” A gloved hand reached up to wipe a tear that had formed in the corner of Alaric's eye as a result from laughing so hard. The guard suddenly looked over to Alaric as if the green-eyed man should be the one in the collar. Extending his cane in front of him, Alaric walked over to where the girl was seated on the bed. He stood and bent down until he was two inches from her face and whispered, “I do not have any fluffy bulls*** or words of comfort to say to you, Karina Dorner. You are simply to come with me. I have chosen you.”
Abruptly, Alaric stood up straight again and paced back and forth in front of her. “I read your file.” Slowing down to stand in front of Karina, Alaric added, “But I didn’t need to read your file to know that you enjoy fussing over your looks.” Smiling to himself, Alaric began pacing once more. He stopped talking and simply scanned the girl with his green eyes, taking in the way her hair fell on her shoulders and the way she sat. Yes, I can tell that this one is feisty. Karina’s spunky energy was radiating, filling the room. And Alaric revelled in it. “None of your previous masters had any complaints. Aside from a few nicks here and there, you are undamaged. A slight bit cantankerous I am told, though I could have deduced that from your leather collar. Yes, a free spirit, and a wild card. Someone who knows how to have fun. I certainly hope that you know how to have fun.” A blonde eyebrow was raised at Karina, and a fleeting smirk was delivered, with that last statement.
“Ah! But how rude of me to have forgotten to introduce myself,” Alaric suddenly interjected. “My name is Alaric Aster Grace. I can fully understand if you are feeling annoyed right now. I am a complete stranger and I am invading your personal space. You know nothing about me, yet I already know so much about you.” From behind him, Alaric could hear the guard clear his throat and fidget impatiently. The tall blonde gathered that these exchanges didn’t usually take so long, nor were they so cumbersome. As if inconveniencing others mattered to Alaric, though. There had not been an opportunity for the warlock to exercise his wit for such a long time that he felt no guilt for bringing the guard inconvenience. Well, if he was going to be honest, Alaric never felt guilt anyways. Continuing with his little act, Alaric reached into his breast pocket and revealed a stack of papers that had been neatly tucked inside his coat. He tossed them onto the bed, the pages flapping about as they landed beside Karina.
Scanning the room, Alaric found a chair near the door and swung it around so that he could sit facing Karina. Alaric placed his cane on his lap and removed his hat. The man used one hand to brush away some dust that had gathered on his beloved chapeau and motioned to Karina with the other. “You are free to read that if you would like. Perhaps you will feel more comfortable if were to become better acquainted.” A taunt dangled from the edge of Alaric’s lips. As one could’ve guessed, the documents were filled with complete and utter garbage. There was something about working as a mouse mascot in a children’s arcade. Headshots in an Elvis costume, pompadour, chest hair and all, could be found amongst the mix. Alaric also remembered throwing in an essay he wrote about his discovery of leprechauns and unicorns at the end of the rainbow.
The man donned an appearance of indifference, facial features flat as he looked into Karina’s eyes. He waited for the girl to pick up the papers and read their ridiculous contents. If he got a rise out of her, it would be a great start to this union. If she rejected Alaric’s offer to read the bogus biography, his feelings would not be hurt. If her reaction were to be something entirely different, then Alaric would be more confident than ever that she is the perfect slave for him. The man's posture exuded patience. He could entertain her all day—Alaric lived to entertain, and he also happened to live forever. “Take as long as you would like. We have all the time in the world.”
