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Companionship brought the Native to the Hotel, seeking someone to spend some homely time together, be it through slavery or not- he knew in his heart that there was no one on the outside for him, those not in need. Tori knew exactly where to go to find that someone, however it took a long time to even sort through the paperwork handed to him by the woman at the front desk. Pesky. Annoying little bits here and there. Many profiles he sought through, handing each one he didnt find to fit his criteria back to the secretary. Something exciting, he'd look for, passing a look to the guard as he extinguished the flame on the end of his cigar-- apparently the office seemed friendly enough to point to the non-smoking sign above his head than to tell him to leave.

Such nice people, though Tori wondered why they would keep people-- human or not-- inside such a structure for most of their lives. What if they didnt get adopted within a reasonable time? Were they killed? The Indian approved of a single slave-- though another was bound to come knowing himself and his golden heart. Lead through the hallways, twists and turns guiding him to the commons barracks, fancified cells lining each side of the wing he traveled. There was no use disguising a jail, Yiska could see right through it.

The voice that followed the knock was music to his ears, smooth and feminine, though no doubt lacked any kind of excitement with such a dreary existence. Tori approached, waving his hand to dismiss the guard and leave the two of them in piece. A vampire, he'd read some time ago in this old fairytale his parents had read during their deportation into the states; bloodsuckers and human-hunters. Such a mysterious species and one that definitely caught his eye. To have such a being-- no, to save one such as this. Perhaps it was his love to help that drove him to pick the most dangerous as of yet. "And if there was an opportunity to leave, would you take it?"

It appeared this woman thought he was here to browse, though it wasnt the case as he took a seat, fishing a cigar from the breast pocket of his pink shirt, the color very complimentary to his skin tone. "Would you be offended to know I've already gained ownership?" And although it was a word he didnt like to use, it was fact. Tori had made his decision already, he'd motion for Kasia to take a seat, though he was wary of her species and their obvious need to feed. Did they actually give her some sustenance that acted as blood, or had they actually let her feed on a human subject? Neither seemed humane unless they were a willing party.

"Although if you feel as if you want to stay here, you're more than welcome." However, Tori would most likely shop for another, but he would dive blindly into his search and take one that he thought would be rather interesting. Nothing boring or too easy to handle, Lace is something he tried to avoid right out. The Indian figured at least Velvet would be a match, though he wanted something out of the ordinary, like Kasia. "It's your decision after all, I was going to take you out to lunch, I fear their humane ways here at the Hotel might be less than satisfactory for your species." Tori could only imagine what the Vampire had thought of his oh so smooth offer to actually feed for once.

To Tori, this woman wasnt anything frightening, simply amusing in all ways, though the Indian was aware of her and her needs-- as explained in the paperwork he'd signed before arriving here. "No, it's not the only perk, aside from being freed from the hold of the Hotel, you'll be living with me, regardless of your desire to flee, I will make an effort to keep you housed within those walls I choose fitting." Yiska had a much more complex and strict side, and it was going to be well shown to Kasia as he leaned back in his chair, legs crossing much like hers though both arms came to lay across a broad chest. "There are rules you will follow, and those that aren't will be dealt with." His deep-grated voice paused, one hand leaving it's perch to fondle the back of his head to adjust the way his hair fell against his back and shoulders.

The Indian wasnt at all pleased to hear her talk in such a way, she had yet to learn some respect for not only himself, but for other humans. "As I said, you will be given something to eat. And Im aware you will not be satisfied with human food." He'd instigate further, canting his head to one side so that pink locks would drape over a shoulder and bare the opposite side. Tori motioned with a jerk of a thumb to his throat, the dark skin there was just the right shade to expose the pale blue artery that ran up the side of his neck and beneath his jaw.

Tori had Kasia right where he wanted her, tilting his chair back on one leg as he reached for the cigar in his breast pocket, re-lighting the smudged end before he would walk to the window and lean his weight onto the sill. "I dont want to make you a slave, though there are things I dont tolerate. Im sure you understand." Yiska would speak around the cigar in his mouth, head turning to glance in the Vampire's direction. "Though I assure you, living with me will prove more.. life-changing than this place." He had things lined up for them, sure it entailed chores and the like, but there was also countless things for them to do; depending if the Indian left here with one or possibly more pets.

"It's not often I have people out near the Ranch, though I suppose I like the seclusion. There are many animals I take care of, most of which I raise just to be my dinner." Tori would go on, every once in a while he would release a breath of smoke, each drag would shorten the life of the rolled tobacco by a significant amount. "Be it just the human race, or myself alone, but it does get rather old being by myself. Although your collar is leather, I feel as if I could make atleast a friend out of you." Honest as always, the Indian was quite honest with Kasia on how he felt about the situation.

The Indian arched a brow with her insistant laughter, turning around to lean his hip on the wall, a hand removing the cigar from his lips- holding it towards the window as he taps off the excess ash. "I'm not totally sure. It's thrilling to know I could either make a wrong move, or to actually make some progress. And the fact that I haven't yet been killed for my blood is beyond me." Tori admitted, giving a slow shrug as he crushed the end of the tobacco to put out the flame, returning the small bud to his pocket for a later time.

"If I truly was for dinner, wouldnt I be gone by now? Settling within your stomach while my body dried to ash?" A raisin. Ah yes, Vampires often left raisins of foolish humans who had no idea how to settle the beast. Tori himself knew how for the most part, and it was fairly easy to do- but Kasia seemed a little tougher to work through. "I'm sure no victim of yours would willingly allow you to feed." As he again would offer, but the Vampire didnt take the bait, why was that?

That's right. Tori should have expected as much, such a horrible thing to do to a creature so dependent on what their race desires. A sigh escaped, carrying the last remnants of smoke that blurred from his lips before the Indian would stand and offer to guide Kasia to the door. "I only feel the need to take care of what is now in my hands. I dont believe I have a fetish." Whether she liked it or not, Tori was in control of her, and he would require a leash until the Vampire learned to abide by his rules and such. A guard was called to the door once Yiska had crossed the room once again, requesting such a controlling mechanism for their way out.

"If you're about done here, we have to catch the next train." Well, being he didnt have to pay, it was easy to say they would be right on their way-- there was no need for a Bungalow stay tonight, Tori had their rooms and a bath waiting back at the Ranch. Texas was a good night's ride on the train, and for sure he'd return for another Pet in the next few months. He had his eyes set on a few here, but he had to get Kasia in line before he could start on another. "Shall we?"

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The slave Hotel didn't tolerate poor behavior.

Gag.

It sounded like a bad sci-fi novel. Or a good one, whatever. It was just ridiculous, but he wasn't laughing. Not after two reminders of the policy.

He wasn't used to not being on the top of the food chain. Not that, you know, he actually literally ate anything lower, but metaphorically speaking. Out there, he was the big bad wolf. Not by reputation, but nobody else needed to know, just he. He might as well have been invincible; no pack, no rules and no one to answer to -- besides, you know, his parents, but he was seventeen, that was a given. Vampires had just been a fascinating concept, made all the more exciting knowing they really existed somewhere out there. He wasn't all that interested in the whole deal with hunting them all down and exterminating them, really, even if that had kind of been in the job description. It wasn't like he was squeamish about it or anything, he didn't have a soft spot for them. It just sounded like a lot of work and danger and stuff. He was mostly in this whole thing for the perks, you know, like being basically a superhero.

Again, without the whole... higher mission stuff. He wasn't obligated to anyone just because he had this power, he hadn't inconvenienced anyone getting it, didn't owe any debts. Like, don't turn and maul a bunch of kids, sure, but besides that he had no more responsibility on his shoulders than any other teenaged boy. He just wanted to graduate high school, get a girlfriend, go to college, get his dream job. Basic stuff. He was super lucky. Despite all his complaining-- his right as a teenaged boy, thanks very much -- life was pretty awesome. Pretty smart, pretty good looking, pretty good family -- give Ellie a few years to grow out of her whole fourteen year old girl thing -- and, you know, a werewolf, how unbelievably cool was that. No reason to mess with a good thing. Vampires were cool to think about, sure, but he could have gone the rest of his life meeting one and, you know, lived with it.

And then he'd just had to go and screw it all up.

Bitter was an understatement. This was bullshit. This was high level stuff. It gave him chills up his faintly freckled forearms just to think about it all. He'd gotten so stupidly, stupidly in over his head, he'd been so -- cocky, just a stupid, cocky, reckless brat who thought he knew everything, thought he was invincible, thought he had it all under control. For curiosity. For the thrill.

He was so blind sometimes, when it came to himself. Hot-headed, impulsive. If it had been anyone else, you know, talking about black-mailing a vampire, he would have realized what a totally stupid idea it was.

It was like texting and driving, though. You always think you know something other people don't; you're just smarter, more focused, something.

And then you crash. And your whole life goes up in flames.

At this point, even if and when he escaped, he didn't know if he'd be able to go back home without putting his family in danger. Maybe they already were in danger. Alex knew they didn't know anything, though, surely... surely he wouldn't have gotten them involved.

But then, Alex wasn't who he'd thought he was.

He hadn't meant to back him into a corner. Sure, okay, at first, but it had become more than that... he'd thought.

God, he felt so stupid. In light of the dangers he currently faced, he shouldn't have been spending so much time dwelling on the relatively short time he'd known the vampire, but for some reason that was what hurt the worst, right now. The betrayal, the idea that all of it had been fake, he'd just been some stupid, naive teenager, playing right into his hands all this time, while the other just waited for the while time to safely dispose of him. It made his face burn, his skin prickle, his head ache... because those were the kinds of strong emotions that often stirred the urge to turn, and it didn't take any more than the merest beginning feelings before the collar acted up to stop the process in its tracks, making his head throb and his stomach turn sickly. He hadn't felt this weak in years, this human, as powerless as any other. He'd never appreciated his wolf side so strongly as he did now, never felt the urge so acutely, so painfully, now that they'd been separated, now that he'd been shut out from that side of him. He needed it.

He wanted that more than anything, just then, just to be able to turn, to morph, blast his way through that door and sprint out of there, insanely fast and powerful, slam aside anything and anyone that got in his way, to let the fury possess him. He didn't even dread the agonizing pain the metamorphosis always brought, almost wanted it, scream out all the anger and shame he felt, bleed it out of him like a poison.

And then he wanted Alex -- wanted to find him. He needed that closure. It was killing him to think that the last time they'd seen eachother, they'd departed as 'friends', that the slime hadn't even had the nerve to oversee him being cruelly ripped from his life, his home, to be sent here, where anything could happen. He wanted to confront him, interrogate him-- and then rip him apart.

"You play video games?" Mikah asked incredulously, with a wolfish grin."You sure you even know what a video game is, old man?"

Looking through the boy's collection, in his bedroom, the vampire, who looked no older than the werewolf, pointed out with dry calm, "You know, most of these games weren't out when you were born, either."

"Yeah, but at least we had color TVs," he retorted snarkily, shaking slightly-too-long bangs distractedly out of his glinting, smirking brown eyes, "What do you play, then? Online chess?"

"RPGs, mostly."

"For real? Okay, fine. Uuh let's see.. I dunno, for multiplayer -- I've got Lord of the Rings 3, it's got a co-op mode?"

"-- Sure. Dibs on Aragorn."

"Pf, fine. Normal okay?"

"Sure... if you're a p***y."

"Pf, woah~," he scoffed, "okay, and here I'm trying to let you save face," but he was obviously joking and unoffended. "Hard it is, hope you can keep up. I'm gonna rip you apart."

He was sick, short on trembling breath, an acidic burning in the base of his throat. He felt like he was about to vomit, and his head pounded, so hard that the room spun a little, the collar punishing him for that dangerous urge to destroy--

his jaw locked, face tightening in fury, and he hadn't even realized he was snatching the lamp off his bed-side table before he'd hurled it violently across the room, smashing it to pieces against the wall with a crash.

He was breathing hard, trembling. That was his second lamp this week; he'd already been disciplined twice. They had no trouble 'handling' werewolves here. It was unpleasant. They hadn't left any marks, of course; they didn't need to. Wouldn't want to damage the goods.

His lungs were tight, breathing shaky. He needed to get out of here, or he was going to go mad.

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Mikah spun dizzily at the man's voice, staggering firmly to keep his footing as the room heaved in protest. Disoriented, he tried to blink his eyes into focus, the man, the strange, pink cockatoo haired man, shifting places unnervingly before his eyes, and he almost toppled drunkenly back in his hurry to compensate for the way the whole floor suddenly seemed to tilt--

but it wasn't, it was just that collar, and the guy was coming right for him, taking one of his arms, and that grounded him.

"Get off!" he snarled, striking the offending limb away hard, with impressively abrupt speed, and paying for it by stumbling back a step with the momentum. He shook his head viciously to try and clear it, like a dog, but unsurprisingly that didn't help-- he just needed to calm down. Flashing mahogany eyes scowled out at him from under dark, striking brows, managing to focus on the figure, but he kept his distance of a few wary paces, breathing short and stiff.

"What do you want?" he accused harshly, suspiciously, ignoring the offer of help, too worked up to give the intent behind it the consideration it deserved. "You're not one of them, you don't work here. You're a buyer?"

The teenaged boy was dressed in the same clothes they'd brought him in; simple, modern styled jeans, color dark and muted, loose-fit, a pair of skater-style sneakers, an oversized maroon hoodie and an indie band t-shirt. His hair was dark and layered, just short enough not to stray into his eyes, with some thin, grown out highlights. His skin had a warm, sun-familiar look to it, dusted by a subtle pattern of freckles over his nose, and he wore a bracelet of shiny polished, dark wooden beads around one wrist, dangling with the silver pendant of a little seahorse.