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This Manor has 5 bedrooms 3 bathrooms a regular sized kitchen it also has two rooms off limits.

This house is in a frozen mountain region but has a local hot spring in the back yard surrounded by a tall wall. And it also has a training area where Johnson usually goes to near the hot spring.

This place is covered in a mystic aura but that is all is known of the area.

One of the slave-house's guards shoved Scarlet roughly towards her new house. Weak and wounded as she was, she stumbled and sprawled inelegantly on the stairs. She got up as quickly as she could--the guard would beat her if she didn't--and waited meakly to the side while he pounded on the door.

The guard jerked on Scarlet's shackles as he followed the client inside. Scarlet kept her head low as she followed. She didn't even try to cover her body with her rags. She'd had no modesty before, and now even her pride in her supple and lythe body was gone. Was this cosmic justice or just cruel fate?

"I'm just here to deliver," the guard grunted. "Boss said to secure her before I left--she's old enough to be dangerous, even starved."

Scarlet looked up at her new owner, confused but so thirsty she didn't care. She could barely keep herself from falling on the dead man and drinking his blood, but one of the glitches about being a vampire was that only living blood could sustain life. Pity that so much went to waste, but she couldn't be very sorry that the cruel man was dead. Then she saw her master's organic blade draw a drop of blood from her second and most wicked tormenter, and her mouth watered.

The man's terrified eyes flitted from Forge to Scarlet. "They won't let you get away with this--you can't kill me!" he cried.

"You shouldn't have pushed me," Scarlet whispered hoarsely.

Scarlet jumped on the guard and gleefully sank her fangs into his jugular. She gulped the hot, rich blood, draining it from the body as fast as she could. She felt his heart stutter and pulled away. He crumpled and died on the floor.

She felt stronger than she had been in weeks--maybe months! She looked down at herself and realized she was covered in blood. The floor in the foyer was also drenched in bodily fluids. She peaked around the corner, looking for her master.

"Should I...clean this up, sir?" she inquired softly.

((Haha! The thing is that Scarlet doesn't mind!)) mrgreen

Scarlet shivered as she watched her master remove the bodies. She took a deep breath and walked forward into the living room. Once there, she obediently shucked her rags. She stood demurely and completely nude, hands at her sides, blood streaked down her face and torso, waiting for the next command. There was no helping it, no point in fighting, she told herself. Maybe she would get new clothing; maybe she would prance around naked for a few years. It didn't matter. The best thing was to do whatever he asked. Besides, her body was never something she had been ashamed of.

It took her centuries of discipline not to squirm under his touch. As a vampire, one did not last long with a weak constitution, but Scarlet had never ever liked bugs. Even butterflies had given her the chills (which was quite an accomplishment for someone without body-heat).

"No, sir, I was not scared...just...unnerved," she replied softly. "Thank you for the compliment."

"I have..." She swallowed hard as he touched her stomach. "I have wounds...on my back...from they used to beat me with crucifixes of ash and oak."

She tried not to think of his touch. Normally she wouldn't have been opposed to it, but...

"I'm a size four," she continued, focusing on the facts to keep her mind of the path his fingers were taking. "Thirty-four, twenty two, thirty four. B-cup. Size 7 shoe."