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To say that Azazel was happy about being in a slave shop was a gross misunderstanding.

He didn't want to be here. He had no desire to be here. But yet, with his lifestyle, he had no choice. The vampire was asleep during most of the day and at night, although he was active, he was still pretty lazy. Not to mention the fact that the people he desired just... Didn't live up to his expectations. Human males just couldn't satisfy his urges like creatures could. So that's why the vampire had risked leaving his home during the day to travel to the secretive but known slave shop. Dressed in sufficient clothing to protect him in case he slipped into the "danger hours" as he called them,, the man yawned as he entered the manor, being greeted by a butler. He was usually asleep now, why the hell did he come out during the day?

A little bored as he was shown to a woman's office to practically sign in, the man was happier upon being shown to the first slave room out of two he was being shown. The manor was grand, and it reminded him of his own slice of heaven. Did slaves really get treated this well in this day and age? Hands shoved into the pockets of his trench coat, his hat sat low on his head, eyes shrouded in shadow as he reached a door. The first male he was most likely going to leave with was behind that door. Pushing forward impatiently as the door was opened, he took a mere two steps into the room and stopped dead.

"You are ******** kidding me..." He growled, his voice laced thickly with his Russian accent. "Is this a joke?" Staring at the turquoise haired being, he sniffed the air subtly. Yep, he was male alright, scents didn't lie, but still... "I know's it's a He, but... Really?" Staring at the guard now, instead of the slave, Azazel was coming across as kind of rude.

Unfortunately for the beauty that Azazel had been lead to, he was rude.

Getting nothing from the guard, Azazel finally turned back to the male in the room before slowly lifting his hand to his head to remove his hat and shake out his hair. Undoing the buckles on his coat, eyes closed, he slipped it off his body and folded it over his arms. Looking much more fashionable now his hat and coat were off, the vampire felt more comfortable too. With a heavy sigh, he turned his bored - and sleepy - gaze back to the turquoise haired... Thing.

"So maybe you're not as bad as I thought." He muttered, taking a few steps closer to the demon. Putting his coat down on the bed, he didn't really care what the other thought and gently, he took the being's chin in his hand, turning his head this way and that, inspecting the slave. Skin - clean and mark free. Hair and eyes were naturally that funny blue colour. He was petite - something that was a big secret bonus in his books - and was probably stronger than he looked. Stepping back to give the male some space, Azazel thoughtfully hummed out loud.

"At least you're not a woman. Annoying, petty beings they are. You surprised me there, little bluebell." Already the vampire was giving the slave a nickname and he hadn't even bought him yet. It was just the Russian males way. Seating himself on the bed, the bigger man made himself comfortable and simply stared at the Incubus. "You're name, what is it? And... What are you?" Waving his hand in the air to indicate he was talking about what Nikki was, the Russian crossed his legs and began to drum his fingers on his knee. There was something he was forgetting....

"Oh! I am Azazel Malachi Petrofski. Don't call me anything but Azazel if you want to keep your pretty face pretty." Staring down the petite slave, Azazel wasn't quite as bored anymore. So maybe this girly looking slave had potential. He was pretty, very pretty in fact. Maybe having a cute plaything over muscular, toned males would be a nice change. At least this was only the first stop out of two; he still had another slave to go check out.

Lucky sat in the back of a black car, yawning occasionally as he stared out the window. "Are we there yet?" he asked for what must have been the hundredth time. The driver glanced at Lucky through the rearview mirror and sighed. "Yes sir, just wait a little longer,' Vincent, Lucky's butler, said from the driver's seat. The car ride wasn't even an hour long but Lucky was being more impatient than usual today. For a while now, Lucky had been living all on his own. Things got boring and lonely and soon enough, Vincent suggested the vampire got himself something to entertain him. As soon as he had mentioned a slave, Lucky was on the move, wanting to have someone to keep him company and maybe even teach him about that emotion called love.

Sighing, Lucas watched out the window, sitting up when the manor came into view. The car slowed down to let Lucky out but the male was already stepping out of the car before it had stopped. His expression didn't change and he didn't hesitate even as his butler yelled out, "Sir! Just a moment!" Lucas was already walking through the barrier and into the mansion. He looked around curiously and was greeted by a butler, who led Lucas to the mistress' office. He didn't really chat with her. He just handed over the papers she required and nodded or shook his head at any questions asked. He was given some folders to look at and after selecting one with a picture of a rebellious looking neko, Lucas headed off, lead by a guard to the neko's room.

The guard opened the door for Lucas and he stepped inside, glancing towards the boy on the bed. Lucas took a moment to look at him, his head cocked to the side before he opened his mouth to speak. "I'm assuming you are Leo...? Cute. Will you come home with me?" Lucky asked as he moved closer to examine the boy. Lucky gently placed a hand under Leo's chin to told his head up and to the sides so that he could look at Leo's face and piercing from all angels. His unchanging tone and expression might have come of as rude but that was simply how Lucas acted. He was a little more stoic than a normal person might be.

"My name is Lucas... I guess you can call me Lucky if you'd like. I'm hoping you'll come home with me and keep me company... Most likely become a companion for me if that is okay with you. I'm a vampire also, so that means if you come with me I'll be feeding from you ever now and then," Lucas said simply, still taking in the sight of the boy.

Vincent came rushing into the room soon after Lucas entered, panting and seeming concerned. ”Please pardon the young master’s behavior. Lucas, have you been behaving?” he asked, almost seeming like a parent. When Lucas nodded he added, ”Have you introduced yourself? Told this boy what you want? Told him what will happen when he goes with you?”

Lucky nodded to all these things and Vincent seemed impressed. Usually Lucky didn’t explain himself; he just acted. Today he was being well behaved despite how impatient he had been earlier. ”Well then, Leo, I hope you will be coming home with us. Lucas will be your new master and I will go over your duties if you decide to come with us.”



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Nikki gave a soft huff as he rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling of his basement room he had been placed in. This place sucked. It was boring, dirty... And totally not nicely designed at all! What kind of person would make such a dull room! Definitely not Nikki! This place was the absolute worst! It was as if they intended on torturing Nikki by making this room so unbelievably ugly! But at the same time, this was one of the punishment rooms.

“Joonie-ah~ What have you gotten yourself into!?” Nikki asked, calling himself by one of his nick-names. “I guess this is what happens when you try to set your master’s house on fire, isn’t it?” Joonie purred to himself, giggling a little. It didn’t quite matter to Joon that he was in a slave shop again. It was better than being suck with some big old pervert. Even if Nikki was an incubus, he at least wanted to be able to pick his meals! When gross masters expected Nikki to feed of them, it was like expecting Nikki to eat dog food!

“Aish!” Nikki hissed, sitting up and tossing a pillow at a wall. This was no fun! No fun at all! Why couldn’t he just get a decently hot master? That would solve all his problems. Well… Not really. Nikki had been purchased by hot masters countless times but they had all returned him when the realized he was a boy. Many masters had suggested chopping off his hair but there was no way in hell Nikki was about to so such a thing! His mother had loved his turquoise hair, especially when it was nice and long. That was the reason why Nikki left it that way. If you were to mess with Nikki’s hair, he would ******** you up so bad that you wouldn’t even be able to apologize to him.

Joon flopped back down onto the bed and just as he did so, he glanced up as his door opened. He prepared himself for another horny old man but stopped at the sight of a rather handsome looking man. It was too good to be true… A man like that was going to buy him?

Nikki’s hopes were crushed as soon as the man uttered his first words to Nikki. “Are you ******** kidding me” my a**! Nikki almost shouted out loud at the man. Instead he sat up on the bed and looked at the big, sexy, and rude man standing in front of him. You're the one who's playing the pranks on me! Walking in here and then acting so disappointed... Nikki thought. He lowered his eyes and prepared to watch the man turn around and leave Nikki sitting on the bed but ended up being caught off guard as the man moved closer to Nikki instead.

He was startled when his head was tilted up and turned. Nikki sat still and let the man do as he pleased. The boy almost moaned at the smell of the energy coming off the man's skin. He smelled like a vampire... And the meals you got out of vampires were just about enough to make you- Nikki snapped out of his little trance once the man spoke up again, wondering why the nickname made Nikki blush little. He glanced down and ended up sliding closer to the vampire as the bed shifted under the large male's weight.

“N-Name...?” Nikki repeated, feeling his hunger increase as he began to notice the vampire's scent more and more. Before he could answer, the vampire spoke first, introducing himself.

“I don't think calling you anything other than Azazel would matter because my face will be pretty regardless of whatever you do to it!” Joon shot back without a second though, recovering and snapping back to reality. He looked up at the vampire with his shining turquoise eyes. “My full name is Nikki Joon Kim. Kim Joon is my korean name and Nikki Kim is my english name. You can call me whatever though. Nikki, Joon, Joonie or even Kim! Bluebell works too. Whatever make's you happy master,” Joon said, offering a slightly seductive smile as he purposely called the man master instead of Azazel.

Shifting closer to the man so that his hand was on the Azazel's thigh, Nikki cocked his head to the side with his face dangerously close to Azazel's. “Since you're a vampire I thought you would be able to sniff out my race... Oh well. I'll just tell you then,” Nikki purred, shifting even closer. He ended up stranding the vampire's lap and wrapping his arms around his neck. “I'm an incubus... And right now, I'm very hungry. Won't you take me home and feed me, master?” Nikki whispered into the man's ear.

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Alexander exited the fine Demi goddesses, Pallas office. She has directed him to a interested being as it was put to him. Which is what he loved. He wanted the interesting. He loved to collect many interesting things. Although one can not collect exotic beings. It was a little harder to do so inside a home. And with his situation it was a little hard to obtain something with a free will. Even if they were slaves. They had every right to think what they wanted to. You can take away someone's freedom physically but never can you take away their minds. It was unheard of to him in any and every way.

Alex was shown to his possible slave. Lead down the hall ways to a door. He looked at the wooden door wondering what kind of person he was going to find inside this room. His long tail coiled like it usually did when he would get nervous. But why was he this way. It was just a door and just a slave. Maybe it was the thought of every day having someone around that he wasn't used to. He would have to get used to another person. Rather they were scared of him or not would be up to them. He looked at his coiled up tail. The scales shifting as he moved with nervousness. He wasn't one for people in general. How would he ever get used to someone living with him. Talking to him. And giving orders to them? He felt a little lost. Regaining his thoughts he looked at the door again.

Alex knocked at the door. Then cursed at himself silently. 'Why in the world would I have to knock on a slaves door? Well maybe they were indecent. Who knows. You aren't sure. For all you know they could be ready to hang themselves why would they answer then?' Alex shook his head. He was just wasting time and letting his mind wonder too much. If they said nothing or said anything it wasn't like they had a choice in the first place. Trying to get the thoughts out of his mind. He turned the door knob into the room to reveal a stunning young lady. Her long hair captured his eyes. It would shine and shimmer and it was just so lovely. He would love to keep it instantly.

Entering the room before thinking he slithered along. His long tail coiling up again as if he was about to strike his prey. Realization come to him as he blinked a few times.

"May I come in?" He asked although he was already inside the room. He swayed his arms a bit. Unsure of what to do with them. Crossing them over his chest. Then feeling as if it was too hostile for a first meeting. He let them fall limply to his sides. He looked up to the young lady waiting for a reply. Even though he entered with little warning. It still was rude. And that was what you were supposed to ask before you enter a room, yes?

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Leo continued to lay there, still tapping his foot in the air. A soft sigh escaped his lips. He could hear the soft sounds of the shop, busniess being conducted, people talking and the like. But of course, like most days, his room had been skipped over yet again. Surprise, surprise... he thought, now opening his eyes. He leaned his head back and looked straight up at the ceiling. Maybe he was finally stuck here forever.

His thoughts were broken, however, as he heard approaching footsteps. His cat ears, despite being under his hood, stood straight up, listening to see where exactly the sound was. He could hear the steps nearing his room. Right as he expected them to continue on, though, they stopped. Right in front of the door. The boy looked over to the entrance, his head still propped up on his hands, as the door opened. In the doorframe stood a young looking fellow. He couldn't have been older than maybe 16 or 17. Great... Some spoiled brat's looking for a new toy... he thought, scanning the young stranger with his one uncovered eye. Mahogany met sapphire as this strange boy approached, asking the neko's name and whether he would go home with him. Leo's covered eye twitched as he suddenly felt a gentle hand underneath his chin. He hated being handled like that, even gently. He wasn't a dog. Once the stranger was finished examining him, Leo sat up and removed the cigarette from his mouth. Then he said, "You've gotta be careful grabbin' at peoples faces like that. You might get bitten." His expression remained apathetic, briefly showing his annoyance at being examined like some sort of exotic animal.

The neko listened to this strange boy's proposition. Vampire, huh? he thought, looking the boy over again. Perhaps he wasn't as young as he looked. In fact, he was probably significantly older. Then he mentioned something about feeding now and then... Leo couldn't help but cringe just a bit. "I dunno how I feel about being a vampire chew toy," he said, now with a smirk. "I bite back, y'know." Leo's eyes then fell upon who he assumed was Lucky's butler, asking him to pardon the vampire's behaviour.

Lucky really seemed to be interested in the neko. Given his demeanour, that was surprising. This young-looking boy seemed too meek to handle Leo. The meaner ones were typically the ones after him. Though he was certainly cute. Bonus points for that. Leo leaned back and tugged on his collar as he sighed and said, "You're new to this, aren't you? I don't really have a choice. You pay the money, I go with you whether I want to or not. That's how this works." The tug on the collar was his subtle gesture indicating his lack of choice in the matter. He was a slave, apparently meant to do what he was told. If this boy wanted the neko to go with him, he'd oblige. Granted, if the vampire shelled out the cash and Leo refused, he would be dragged out by force. Agreeing was just the easier way to go about it. At least he was finally getting out of here.

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Caelum carefully watched the girl as he waited for her answer. He had noticed the way she had quickly changed positions when he had entered, apparently embarrassed by the way he had found her - or at least she seemed like it. He couldn't guarantee though, human emotions had never been his strong suit, although he did have a decent grasp on the basics from his long life. He had been a lot more aware of them when he had taken to possessing humans to obtain a physical form, but that of course was because they had been closer at hand; besides, it was a lot easier to avoid detection if you could safely identify the emotions of those around you, as well as display the ones expected of your host. Being honest with himself however, it had always been a fellow Djinn he knew who had been much better at that - no. No that was not the train of thought to follow. Shaking his head, Caelum pushed memories of the past to the back of his mind. He didn't much like them and dwelling on them was rather pointless. It was much quicker and less tedious to simply get to the point when one's mind strayed to the past, and the point was that the wind Djinn had let his focus on the emotions of others fade away, as he rarely lived with others now-a-days, so his ability to correctly pinpoint subtle emotions was less than best. Didn't much matter anyways. If the girl chose to be embarrassed over something that Caelum had only taken notice of because of how quick she was to change it, then that was her problem. If she didn't feel embarrassed? Well then so be it, it still made no difference to the Djinn.

He took no notice of what she had started to say upon his entrance either, after all, it had obviously not been addressed to him. In all likely-hood, it had been more addressed to the guard who stood behind him, or at least to someone who worked here, given by the fact that she had cut herself off upon seeing him. He had no care for what had transpired before his arrival, and should he not choose her, he would have no care for what happened after he left the room. A part of him cared about her past, if only because he did not want to buy damaged good, especially if the goods would be a problem to repair, however, the girl appeared to be quite fine and relatively undamaged, and his concern stopped after that. She was still functional to at least one of the purposes he was looking for, so that was good enough for him, Caelum was one of those people who could find a treasure in something that would generally be considered damaged in some way. Sometimes the damage was what made treasures unique - and thus what made them worth having. The Djinn had a love for owning things that were alone in the world - things that no one else could own. Many ancient treasures that human civilizations would dream of getting their hands on lay secluded in his home.

Finally the girl began to answer his questions, although, a tad annoyingly, she started with one of her own. "That is what I have been told." he told her quickly in regards to her question. He had no idea how long she had been here, but he figured it could not have been long if she had still yet to know the purpose of that which hung around her neck. It was either that, or the fact that she had never cared, but the fact that she had opened with that question instead of simply answering his told him that it was not likely to be the case. While Caelum was not well versed in most emotions, curiosity was one he was very familiar with. He took note of the fact that her stomach had growled, but made no mention of it, that would be something to deal with if she became his.

Her answer to his first - and most important - question elicited a frown from the Djinn. The simple fact that she would need to clarify between mac and cheese and a fillet mignon showed that. Although mac and cheese did have a particular taste that merited eating it once in a while. For a moment, the annoyance at the question made him want to leave, but the girl soon continued, and her choice of answer intrigued him. In response to his question about riddles and about her reading habits, she had chosen to answer with a riddle of her own; a famous one mind you, but also one that people did not normally think of past it being a riddle in a book. He was always a tad amused with those who choose to try and think of an answer, especially when the author of the Alice books had initially written it as a riddle that was designed to simply not have a answer: certainly an interesting concept. Despite the fact that it was famous - and as such asked often, even if just jokingly - it was this fact that made the Djinn adore the riddle. Hopefully she knew a few more of course, but if she didn't, she had at least shown that she read some of what humans considered 'classics,' so he would have something to discuss with her. Besides, his extensive library would certainly hold some riddles for her to pose to him - there was no way he had memorized all of them. Whether or not they would be in a language that the girl could read was a different matter entirely. Oh! That was a question the Djinn hadn't even thought of asking in any of the previous interviews! He would pose it to her if her other answer didn't clinch the deal first.

Patiently, he waited for her to finish answering all his questions, his attention fully on her - not that it hadn't been before for the most part, the Djinn was rather single-minded at the moment - not even ancient recollections interrupted him. He was excited about the fact that she loved games, for the Djinn did too - like the wind, he was very much a free, jovial spirit most of the time. He could see that in this girl's charmingly-colored eyes, and it pleased him. Of course, the girl was purely human, and he would have to force himself to remember that humans tended to be rather fragile things in terms of other creatures - especially the other creatures that could be found in this place - so he would have to be careful with his 'games.' At least she could react differently than the birds and other air creatures he often 'played' with.

Her answer to his last question made him frown again, it seemed she had missed the exact purpose of the question, she did not seem to understand exactly what he was asking. At the same time, though, she had hit a bit of it, and the answer was well-meaning in itself. Even though it hadn't been exactly what he was looking for, it was close enough, and her other answers had convinced him that she would be one of the ones he took.

Satisfied that she had finished speaking, he stared her down, the start of a smirk dancing on his lips, and a smile sparkling in his eyes. "Evidently you are not the one to cook for me, but that is no matter. There was someone else I was wanting to look at, although I was hoping to avoid going to where they are if possible, but it seems that will not be the case. You can clean though little human gem, and not only do you appear excited over the concept of games, but it seems to me that when I am looking for stimulating conversation I should be able to come to you. I will warn you that I have a tendency to play rough in my own games, but I will try to tone it down for you little human gem. You will also find that I am open to suggestion of what sort of games you might enjoy."

He paused for a moment, and as he continued to speak, the smirk on his face grew into something that was almost superior, yet not quite so. A sort of joy at knowing something she didn't. "In regards to your question about the riddle, Lewis initially wrote it to not have an answer. An unanswerable riddle, if you will. Quite a concepts when you think about it, seeing as riddles are designed to have answers. Complicated answers that make you think, but answers all the same. So many fans wished for an answer to this riddle however that two different people provided possible answers: Lewis himself and a Mr. Sam Loyd. Mr. Carroll's answer was simply that: "Because it can produce a few notes, though they are very flat; and it is nevar put with the wrong end in front." Mr. Loyd's was similar, being: "Because the notes for which they are noted are not noted for being musical notes." such a lovely alliteration. He also gave another, something to have to do with Poe. My mind skips on what it is at the moment. I also believe that there are other answers given by notable people, but they do not rise directly to mind."

He paused once again, the from returning to his face, although it was a small frown. "I fear you misunderstood my last question, although you did seem to get it on some level. Once does not have to accept or disapprove of something to simply respect it. I ask you this question because it is important that you do not try to change the nature of something that was simply meant to be the way it is. I will not live with those who do not respect the fact that many mythological creatures are not as open or able to change as humans are."

Nodding once, he turned and began to walk back towards the door. A couple paces away from it, he paused and looked back at the girl. "I have decided that I like you. You seem to have your difficulties, but those little nicks and details are what make a treasure that might otherwise be like any other unique. As I have previously mentioned, I have another 'slave' to look at, especially since you cannot cook. Are you coming with me which I go there, or do you wish to wait her until I return? Make your decision quickly little human gem, I do not wish to waste too much time in this place."

Lucky watched as the neko showed his distaste when his face was touched and after Lucky mentioned that he would feed from the neko. He didn't really say anything about it though. Lucas just shrugged and when Leo mentioned "biting back" the corner of Lucky's mouth turned up in a small smile although it disappeared soon after. He really was new to getting a slave. Lucky had never really thought about it and wasn't sure how it worked at all. "Is it bad to ask if you want to come with me?" Lucky said with a clueless look on his face. With another shrug, he turned to the butler. "Vincent will you write a check to cover the desired amount for Leo?" the blond boy asked. The man nodded and headed off to the mistress' office to pay for Leo.

Lucas turned towards the door and glanced back at Leo. "Let's go then," the vampire said as he headed out the room. He lead them towards the exit, not giving Leo a second glance until he got to the car that was already waiting for them. If Leo ran away, Lucky supposed he couldn't do much about it. He would just need to go back and buy another slave. He wouldn't waste his energy chasing after the neko. After all, nowadays Lucky didn't feel like he had a lot of energy to spare.

Vincent got out of the the car to open the door for Leo and his new... Friend. Lucky got in first and Vincent stopped Leo before he got in. "Before you come home with us, I'll just let you know what your job is. Lucky is a little bit of an odd child, so I hope you'll forgive him for that. He's an only child as well and wasn't allowed to leave the house very often so he isn't the created with people. If he's too honest please don't take it to heart and he struggles a bit with emotions. I hope you'll be able to keep him company and help him overcome some of his struggles. He's always been curious about the concept of love so if you are capable, please teach him. Also, I know you might not be fond of the idea of letting Lucky feed from you but please tough it out. He hasn't been feeding often and he's been weaker than usual since he usually refuses to feed. That's all you job is; to be his companion and his food. If you can't handle that, we've crossed the barrier the mistress has put up. You're free to run away now but I cannot guarantee you will be able to find a life as good as the one Lucky has to offer you," the man explained.

"Vincent, I want to go home," Lucky called from inside the car. The servant sighed and looked back to Leo. "Make your decision quickly but wisely. Once you step into the car you have committed yourself to a life with Lucky."



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