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Post by Anadare MacAray on Jan 8, 2010 11:26:32 GMT -1
"But what are you doing?!"
The exasperated and quite fearful voice… that barely came out in a whisper lest she was heard came from a new girl Anderson had obviously purchased. When it seemed the rumours where true at least as Anadare didn't exactly require any help. She was a replacement. She was also watching Anadare doing some sort of air guitar with a little bit of dancing thrown in for good measure to music only in his head. Being as they where of course things such as music players where not exactly allowed. Even though Dare would likely give his left arm for one.
He was dressed simply as usual, pretty much in the same clothes he endured day in, day out. The jeans where very fades and torn in more than one place and hung rather loosely on his hips, only just kept in place by the old leather belt he'd obtained. His over worn shirt was possibly black… or grey… heck it could have been blue in a former life for all he knew. Never the less it was currently tucked into his pocket and hanging out slightly as he couldn't be bothered with it today. Shoes where something that Dare rarely if ever wore, only putting them on when forced to look presentable to some unknown big vamp that his masters wanted to impress. Given his attitude however when there where people around that Anderson needed to impress he was usually locked up somewhere. Out of sight out of mind. The new girl was a little bit fresher than he, obviously new to this and likely only just out what the vampyres considered training. She already though he was mad to.
Dare shook his head and continued his air guitar solo until he got to a rather dramatic finish and added a little flourish just for kicks and giggles. Shooting her a wide grin and flashing his fangs. Dare had never really been around humans so he didn't do any of that appearing human stuff that most vampyres did as second nature. He was just himself and that was the be all and end all.
"Looky here sweet cakes, I'll not take that as a personal insult on my mad air guitar-ing skills cause you’re a newbie. Now don't get all fretting that Anderson or the other pompous git Albert are gonna go and march in here and tear me to bits cause it ain't gonna happen."
The girl looked scared to death, probably terrified that she would get it in the neck… pun intended… for Dare's care free and flippant attitude. She'd barely been here five minutes and he had done nothing of what he had been told to do, something which in the last few months before she had been put for auctions she had taken to mean severe punishment. She also knew that the punishment might extend to her for not insuring that the work was done. Dare however was entirely unconcerned. He'd been here for over half a century give or take a decade or two… time meant very little in the pit that was Anderson's home.
He started effortlessly twirling the brush in his hand, this new little one was not going to have fun here, she was already terrified and Anderson fed of fear like it was coco pops… Dare loved coco pops… when he was able to get his hands on any that it. Very rarely of course, but he managed to sneak some now and then. Anderson never really paid any attention to most of the slave unless he was bored so they tended to get away with a lot. The others where not going to enjoy life without Dare however, he could take the most abuse without ending up dead from it. If Anderson definitely were getting rid of him or selling him off they wouldn't have their scapegoat. Dare would be in unknown waters. Something that really did not sit well with the Dhampyre… hence the reason he was A) doing as he was told without question and B) Jumping around playing an air guitar broom.
"Watch and learn Newbie girl as it seems I am not long for this position and you are taking in up in my stead." He grinned before abruptly stopped twirling the broom, the second it hit the floor he broke into a half version of his full sonic speed, tempered perfectly to keep up the high speed in order to do the whole room in under a few seconds. He could move fast of course but that would mean he would have to stop half way - lowering the speed lengthened the time he could keep it up. He came to a halt in front of her and resumed his twirling, the floor now perfectly pristine clean. "Voila little bit!" He broke out into a huge grin, flashing his fangs again but before he could say anything further Anderson slammed the door of the large hall open. Dare dropped the broom to his side and affixed his eyes on the stone... the closest he would ever come the behaving. The new girl immediately dropped to her knees. Ergh, Newbies.
"Boy get this room swept its bloody obvious you've done nothing today and we have to get moving soon. Put this on." Anderson grimaced at his, something near a snarl as he turned and stormed off, slamming the doors back into place after throwing a paper wrapped package onto the floor. Yeah he was definitely gone today.
He noticed the look of confusion on the new girls face, likely at the fact that he had been yelled at even though it was obvious that he had done his work. That really did not bode well for her; he was now doubting how long she would last under Anderson's rule. "Lesson number one? The guy in control is always right, now matter how much work you do, they will never be happy with it because it’s more fun to yell at you." Dare shrugged his shoulders and sped off to grab the package. Oh great. Suit… well cheap suit but a suit none the less. Ick. "Second? They are there to make you life hell, don't forget it. Three? Anderson has a vile ability; you don't want to find out what it is either, cause he can slice through a Dhamps skin like a hot knife through butter." [/color] Dare grinned as he threw on the sort of white shirt from the package, doing it up with a bit of extra speed. He didn't bother with the tie or trousers. It was highly unlike Anderson wouldn't notice and it had taken him ages to get these jeans he wasn't about to part with them for a flimsy pair of suit trousers. He put the shoes on and held back the grimace as low and behold they where too small. No shocker there. "And I've forgotten which point I'm on… Never the less. Welcome to hell." Dare grinned before turning to stroll out of the room, leaving the newbie girl scared witless and went to find Anderson and find out which hell he was being shipped of to now the old git had finally gotten tired of him. He wouldn't get the crap beaten out of him for a while at least; it did not do to sell bloody slaves to people. It did however only take around 10 minutes of him annoying Albert…. Something he so could not avoid as it was far too fun. Calling him Dad repeatedly always got on the mans nerves and although he knew he shouldn't be as much of an idiot as usually seeing as he was about to be sold to an unknown entity it was still to much of an opportunity to pass up. Plus he might not ever see the old fool again and he couldn't do a thing to him right now. Around 10 minutes before he was gagged and just stuck in the back of the trust for the journey to unknown lands. Since he had been 8 and had been moved to Anderson's house - he had never left… ***---***
Albert pulled the Van up and spoke to the man waiting to receive him, dropping of a little present from himself and Anderson to the Alexander family. He was actually being quiet but that was likely due to the gag more than anything else. Anadare never knew when to shut up; it was his most irritating quality, one neither he nor his brother could get out of him. It would be very amusing to see how Dove and her Father would deal with him. He was very hard to kill and it would be rude to kill or get rid of a gift from the second house. Which was why it was so perfect. They had no interest in going in so he gave the aid to the king a letter expressing their joy… ha… joy… at Dove and Rhoan's relationship and that they where giving them a gift for their new home or to add to their current staff if they where not planning on moving out of the courts just yet. He roughly pulled Anadare out of the van and chucked him onto the floor, using his full strength to make sure he stayed on his knee's for a change. The disorientation of the trip and Albert's strength won out for a change and Anadare stayed where he was. He couldn't get an idea of where he was as Albert made sure he was looking at the ground. He was getting back at everyone with this little move. It was just pure fantastic. ***---***
Dare was roughly dragged through so many corridors he seriously got lost. Where the hell was he. His current confusion was making him walk at the pace the designated without mouthing off any. He knew Anderson and Albert had gone and he'd learnt something else too. He wasn't to be sold, he was being given as a gift. Oh great… least it's good to know that you mean so much to people as a pen with a sodding bow on it! Heck.. he didn't even get a bow… just uncomfortable shoes and a itchy jacket… Once again - things sucked as per the norm. Walking in said shoes was also not as easy feet, they didn't exactly hurt as he was a Dhampyre after all, but they where really uncomfortable and made his feet all tingly and horrid. He was actually missing Newbie girl as well. He didn't get half as much time to freak her out as he had wanted to. He loved freaking out the newbies.. he had more rules too… like a few hundred or so. Dare was shaken from his thorughs as they entered another big room, What was it with vampyres and big rooms seriously? Was it just because they didn't have to clean them? They just wanted to make more work for people like him. Actually that sounded about right and it really wasn't something he would put past them. He managed a quick peak at the people in the room as his eyes widened for a second. Where they thrones?! What the bloody hell had he just been gifted to a king or something? Oh god no…. If he had being given to a spoilt brat prince or princess this was going to be worse than dumb and dumber… Also a possibility for a little amusement too. He'd have to get a good lay of their abilities before he could work out how to negate them though… His neck was jerked roughly down as his knee's once again made contact with the solid marble floor. Which by the way - ouch. Not comfortable in the slightest! He really hated the whole kneeling thing and after he had the lay of his new owners abilities he will so be back to never doing it again. He kept his eyes down as the hulking guard had a nasty grip on his neck and the other guy was speaking. Probably explaining how Dare was a nice hand wrapped gift to these people. Charming again. Not that he was paying attention in the slightest to him, he was waiting for any of the people in front of him to speak so he wouldn't miss it so he would look like a good and well behaved slave. He could do that act better than even the best most broken slave any one had ever witnessed. That was all it was though… an act…. And never one that he kept up for long, especially not after he had worked out who he was dealing with anyway. All of his senses trained of his possible new owners he didn't even notice when the hulk like guard finally let go of his neck and he kept his head bowed. [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Dove Alexander on Jan 8, 2010 16:11:40 GMT -1
Dove was sat in her bedroom, watching as one of her ladies-in-waiting twisted her hair into a complicated style. She wasn’t really paying that much attention to it, to be honest, just watching enough to make the other vampyre work carefully. She couldn’t have told you what she’d actually done, nor did she care. As long as the end result was perfect, who cared how it got that way?
She sighed as the other woman pulled and tugged gently, hissing at her when the pressure became too close to being painful. Idly, she played with the gravity in the room, making various bits of furniture float around. Her mind was completely elsewhere and she didn’t know what to make of it.
It had only been a few day’s since she had met Rhoan, but things had changed so completely that it felt like it had been years. She wasn’t complaining, don’t get her wrong, it was just … well, it was a lot to get used to.
Now she was partnered with someone, she was expected to play the dutiful wife character. Be there for every whim of her Life Mate. She wasn’t to hunt on her own, to flirt openly with other men, to venture to far from her Mate’s side. To be quite honest, it was getting annoying.
She was sure that things would be fine if Rhoan actually knew they were Life Mates, but she was starting to think that maybe he didn’t. Or, if he did, that he didn’t know what it meant. She knew that he was new to society, new to this life, but surely his family would have explained what was happening? Yes, they were practically evil incarnate, but they were duty bound to explain the goings on of Court to anyone that they bought over.
If they had, they hadn’t done so very well. He seemed to be completely clueless about what was going on between them.
She’d sought her fathers advice, but he wasn’t all that sure what she could do either. Okay, he actually suggested that they go about things as the humans would do it. After all, it made sense to go along with what he thought was correct whilst they subtly taught him what was correct.
It made sense, but it was just a bit manipulative in her mind. Not that she wasn’t against manipulating people, she just wasn’t comfortable with manipulating her Mate.
“Ma’am?”
The voice broke into her musings, bringing her back to the room. She turned her head to look at her lady-in-waiting and raised her eyebrow. “Yes?”
“Erm, your father has called for your presence in the reception room. He says that there has been a delivery that might interest you.”
Dove nodded, knowing that the vampyre behind her had the ability to know the will of others before they really knew themselves. It made her the perfect servant and was why Dove had snapped her up as soon as she had made the Change. What better than to have someone fetch you wine before you even realised that you were craving it?
“Very well, I shall go as soon as I have finished getting dressed. Fetch me some wine, will you?”
“It’s on the side, Ma’am.” Point proven.
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Twenty minutes later, Dove was sat on her throne in the main reception room to the right of her father. On the other side was an empty throne, a new addition to the room, one that was specifically for Rhoan once he accepted the nature of their relationship. Until then, it would remain empty save for the small crown resting on a silk cushion. She thought it over kill to be frank, but it was apparently tradition. As was the tiara that she wore and the crown that rested on her father’s head, but those traditions made sense to her. The other did not.
She sighed inwardly and struggled not to use her powers out of pure boredom. Her father had warned her that the small relief of boredom would not be worth the trouble she’d be in if she did.
Still, it didn’t stop her from wanting to do it. She’d been sat her for a full …
She turned and checked the clock on the mantle piece. Two minutes. Two minutes! She could have been doing something interesting for those two minutes, Rhoan for example, but instead she was sat waiting for a delivery to be bought to her.
She tapped her fingers impatiently on the arm of the throne and sighed.
“Bored, my child?”
Dove turned to her father, her face an apology, but was surprised to see that he was smiling his amusement. One of these days, she’d be able to work out what mood he’d be in, but after over three hundred years, she wasn’t holding her breath.
“Not … bored. Just …” [/color] She struggled to find the word that fit, then gave up when her father started to chuckle quietly to himself. “Okay, yes, I’m bored. I have better things to be doing that sitting around waiting for a parcel.”“Ah, but my dear, Rhoan is out of town. So, in actual fact, you do not have anything better to … how did you put it … do.”[/b] Dove felt the borrowed heat of someone else’s blood fill her cheeks as she looked away. Her father laughed almost silently to himself, then reached over and rested his hand on hers. “Don’t worry about it, child, we all go through this when we first find our Mates. I remember when I first met Lydia, I - ” He stopped short at the mention of his former Life Mate, a woman whom Dove had never met having been burnt as a witch by humans before she was born. His face sobered as he remembered things before her time as he occasionally did. Whenever he did, Dove wished with all her being that there was a way for him to forget this, but he never would. It was too deeply engrained to his soul; even the best Memory Manipulator wouldn’t be able to get this heartache to go away. Nathaniel shook his head to ward off the memories, then smiled to her, squeezing her hand gently. “Enjoy the time you have with him, daughter, it could be over before you realise it. But, before you do, I ask you to please stay and bear witness to this. I wish to see what you make of it. Goddess knows you have the sense of humour to find it amusing.”Before Dove had the chance to reply, the doors opened and Parker walked through, dragging someone behind him. She turned to her father, her face a question. “What’s going on?”[/color] He responded by placing a finger to his lips then pointing to Parker, who immediately started reading from a piece of parchment. “To Her Royal Highness, Princess Dove Alexander, Princess of the Night and Heir to the Throne. We offer this gift as a sign of our joy at you having finally found your Life Mate, after you have spent so long looking for him. We sincerely hope that this gift is to your liking and that it fulfils all of the duties you ask of it.”Parker stopped abruptly as Dove stood and walked to where they were stood. A gift? This was … new. She’d never been given a person as a gift before … She stopped short of where the man was stood, obediently looking to the floor. She grabbed his chin and lifter his head to look him in the eyes. He looked young, but his eyes gave his age away. Bending down, she sniffed delicately at his neck, knowing that Parker would stop him should he even think about trying anything. He smelled … human. That couldn’t be right, no one sent a human as a gift. At least, not so formally. She took a deeper breath, rolling the scent over her tongue. He definitely smelled human, but there was a tinge to it, one that gave him away as Dhampyr. It was strange though, it should have smelt wrong, but the spice somehow made him smell even better. She straightened and frowned down at him. Dhampyrs were scum, wrong, filthy; he shouldn’t smell that good. She closed her eyes and mentally shook her head before turning to her father. “I wasn’t aware that it was customary to send gifts to newly Mated couples. I would have done so earlier if it meant I got presents.”
“It’s not.”She frowned in confusion and waited for him to elaborate. They stood in silence for a few seconds, then Dove turned abruptly to Parker. “Who sent this gift?”When Parker took a deep breath, she knew that she’d asked the question that he didn’t want to answer. “The MacAray’s Ma’am.”Dove turned slowly to her father and saw him nod, confirming that it was true. Not that she needed the confirmation; she knew that Parker was telling the truth. He wouldn’t joke about something like this. “The … MacAray’s have sent me a gift? After they made it perfectly clear that they didn’t want their son Mated to me at the Ball?”[/color] She took a step to her father, putting her hand on her forehead as she processed this. Something had to be wrong with it or they wouldn’t have done this. They had to be up to something, but for the life of her she couldn’t work out what. Maybe it was to do with his blood smelling so inviting? No, that wouldn’t be it. They wouldn’t have gotten close enough to have smelt it. Maybe it was … She couldn’t think of anything else that it could be. “There’s got to be something wrong with it! They wouldn’t have sent me a perfectly good slave, it’s just not like them! Can we send it back? Or re-gift it?
No, that’s what they want. Maybe that’s their game. They want to show how unsuitable I am to be Queen. Look, I won’t even accept a ‘perfectly good’ gift from the Second Family.”[/color] As she spoke, she paced in front of the knelt man and Parker. Her father watched with a smile on his face, glad to see that she was finally on a similar wavelength to him. He’d worried about her for centuries, concerned that she’d never be able to be Queen if she didn’t see things for all the things they could be. “There has to be more to it than that though, they just wouldn’t waste a perfectly good slave for that.” She growled in frustration, pouring her power into the room in general. Various pieces of furniture floated around freely, bumping into each other, and for once her father didn’t call her on it. The more she thought about it, the more agitated she grew. She just couldn’t work out what was going on. With a frustrated scream, she pulled the furniture back to the floor with a crash, causing most of it to splinter and crack. “I don’t know what they’re doing! I can’t work out why they’re doing this!”
“Nor can I, my child. Nor can I.”
“So what do we do?”
“Let it play out, it’s the only thing we can do.”[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Anadare MacAray on Jan 8, 2010 20:23:20 GMT -1
Dare hated it when people touched him, he hated people putting their hands on him. It reminded too much of those damned harpies that couldn't control their blood lust. He fought with himself not to cringe at her contact and met her eyes with not a though in his mind. That was how the broken ones looked. It was very hard for him not to throw himself away from her as she bowed her head to sniff her neck. He would never attack her – he wasn't that much of a bloody idiot. He did not however want thing girl snacking on him, he already hated her. That however was generally how Dare felt about every one who he came across. They where vile and just wanted to hurt him or put him through another hell that he would be forced to endure.
That was all Dare ever did really. Endure. Everything within his life was entirely out of his control and in the control of others. True he had managed to carve himself something of a life in his old place... he didn't have friends or anything because it was too risky but he had what was his... He missed playing air guitar... However how easy was it for Anderson to destroy that? Easy wasn't the word. He'd done it as if he had just breathed. Destroying all the familiarity that Dare had and gifting him to some spoilt bitch who was looking at him as if he was dirt. Tasty dirty though... that was obvious by the look in her eyes when she had practically tasted his scent. Her frown however irked him, He waited until she closed her eyes and pretty much in the same second he took the opportunity to shift his weights. Kneeling hurts.... okay, well maybe it doesn't hurt but it is very uncomfortable. She was already annoyed at him though and he didn't want to give her an excuse just yet to beat the living crap out of him so he would only move when she wasn't looking. He wanted an idea of her powers.
“I wasn’t aware that it was customary to send gifts to newly Mated couples. I would have done so earlier if it meant I got presents.”
He was a freaking WEDDING PRESENT? Seriously.... Oh dear gods what the hell had he done to deserve this. Ergh, He could handle being a slave, it was all he had ever known in his entire life but this was just a while new low... Didn't people usually give like plates and stuff to married people or whatever. Ok, he pretty much had no idea what you gave married people since he had never met any. He'd been through more than most people could ever imagine but when it came down to it he had had a very sheltered life. “It’s not.” Oh, Good to know he was the wrong gift... Today was turning out to be grate...
“Who sent this gift?”
“The MacAray’s Ma’am.”
“The … MacAray’s have sent me a gift? After they made it perfectly clear that they didn’t want their son Mated to me at the Ball?”
So that's what he was, a stab in the side, a subtle insult to the flipping royal family. Was there even any point of him keeping up the act... this was not going to be a fun term and he has a feeling he may actually end up dead at the end of it. Or at least in a lot of pain... He needed to find out this woman's power and fast so he could learn how to partially negate it.
“There’s got to be something wrong with it! They wouldn’t have sent me a perfectly good slave, it’s just not like them! Can we send it back? Or re-gift it?
Everyone's eyes where on the spoil brat so now one saw the flash that crossed Dare's face. Something between dread and insult at the same time. He knew if he was sent back he would be in for hell from Anderson. As much as Dare could take he assumed that that would be a great insult and Anderson would of course take it out entirely on him. It would be his fault they had had their gift returned. That however was not what had cause the flash of dread to cross his features. This place would be at least a little similar to the MacAray's. Both where royal houses and what ever. However if he was to be passed on?
If he where to be put into the auctions?! Heck that might actually be one thing that may break him. He was not good with change. Everything stays the same all the time for him, although his life sucked it was always the same and he knew what to expect. He knew how royal spoilt brats acted and he knew how people like Anderson and Albert acted. At an auction Dare could go anywhere and he would have no control over any of it. He could end up working in a field or heck he could end up just being drained half dry every day.
What could happen to him wasn't scared him, it was that it could happy. That he didn't know. Dare seriously feared the unknown.
No, that’s what they want. Maybe that’s their game. They want to show how unsuitable I am to be Queen. Look, I won’t even accept a ‘perfectly good’ gift from the Second Family.”
Dare nearly sighed in relief but caught himself before he did, he couldn't have his new masters knowing his fears. That would be the worse thing in the blood world that could ever happen to him. That was how people where broken. He had seen it over and over done so many times before. Albert had even forced him to help on more than one occasion and they where amongst the few memories that he would never forget. Anderson was knowns for training human slaves, only used by lower families and was frowned upon by now. It was the only time he had ever been exposed to humans and Albert used his blood lust against him. Dare had virtually no control over his blood lust, not from not trying of course... but generally he had met 5 humans in his life time and he had been forced to loose himself around them.
“There has to be more to it than that though, they just wouldn’t waste a perfectly good slave for that.”
Dare felt like adding that Albert would... Dare meant nothing too him even though he was his son. He would swap him for a new pair of trousers if he had thought it up. Dare however was not about to under estimate Albert, their could be other reasons... for one she didn't seemed surprised by the fact he was being all good and quiet so Anderson had not told him that Dare was a cocky bastard who had a knack for avoiding peoples abilities. Before he could consider it much further however the room became to move! At first Dare though his mind might of finally snapped and he had finally gone mad. He was expecting it to happen one day, he'd been a slave for a very long time and they either broke or went mad. Neither of which he wanted to do.
His eyes darted around the room rapidly. Maybe looking fear full of her power but he wasn't he was analysing it. Something which Dare was highly skilled in as it was the start of his process that eventually lead to him being able to doge peoples abilities. He couldn't do it every time obviously but if he was facing the person he could dodge it. It was why Anderson preferred to use his ability from a distance so he could actually get a hit or two in before Dare started dodging it.
As much as he could learn from floating furniture... he needed the ability to be used on him. Seeing as no one had addressed him he was supposed to sit all silent and contrite and what ever it was Slaves where supposed to do when people where ignoring them. Another thing which really annoyed him about every one. He hated being viewed as nothing even though he knew effectively that was what he was to these people. To every one. The only person he had ever meant anything to had died trying to save him, and he couldn't think about his mother without the searing pain in his chest coming back to life.
Again he was shook from his thoughts as the spoilt brat threw an honest to the gods bloody tantrum. As it like a three year old throwing her buggies out of the pram because she wasn't getting her way. It made her think she was pathetic but it wasn't technically his place to think such things.. however Dare was not a broken slave even though he was acting like one right now. He had thoughts and he had them often... They where usually random...
He really wanted coco pops.
“I don’t know what they’re doing! I can’t work out why they’re doing this!”
“Nor can I, my child. Nor can I.”
“So what do we do?”
“Let it play out, it’s the only thing we can do.”
Dare raised his head, something akin to defiance flickering across his features before it was gone. He was stuck here and they could not get rid of him even though he blatantly was not wanted. This was some how worse than the Anderson house... now he was just a playing pieces in a stupidly huge game of chest between idiot vampyres that through they ran the blood world as per. He wiped it and his face returned to his impassive look as he focused of nothing in particular, wanting to avoid eye contact still as he didn't know his new masters rules on such thing. It had been one rule he didn't break at the Anderson house as it just was not worth the pain he went through so he was very good at avoiding eye contact with people. Heck even when Dove had looked him in the eye he had not made eye contact with her, focusing his eyes on the space above her head.
Right now he was doing very such the same thing, focussing on a wall dead ahead of him, he tucked his hands in the pockets wanting something to do with them. He was quite gentle as he did it so as not to rip them. Yes they where jeans but they where very old and very very worn jeans that probably wouldn't last five minutes if any one grabbed them or heck even if they washed them vigorously they would fall apart.
He craned his back in the barest of movements. He was trying to be all still and what not but it was really difficult... heck he should have been getting a medal for the fact he was still kneeling here and hadn't jumped up and mouthed of at the little brat just yet. He wanted to go and lie down some where more than anything about now, it had been a few days since he had last slept and he hadn't gotten his rations of food today what with the being given to some one like a piece of sodding silverware. He wanted to TALK! Dare talked.. a lot... he had not been this silent.... every! Heck even alone he was never this silent! Right now however he didn't feel secure enough to speak... he needed more information about his new masters and there where currently too many Vampyres in the room for him to be too rash. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Dove Alexander on Jan 13, 2010 17:48:29 GMT -1
Dove’s eyes flew to the slave as he raised his head slightly. Normally, such a small motion wouldn’t even register to her, but her senses where on high alert. This whole gift thing was making her jumpy. There just had to be something. Her father agreed, it was obvious by the way he kept his eyes on the slave constantly and had yet to send Parker back to his post.
She saw something flash across his face, but she was too preoccupied to even attempt to interpret it. Besides, he was only a slave; why should she bother with what he was feeling exactly? It wasn’t as if it were important, anyway.
She could smell the ... things blood from where she was stood and it was so damn inviting that she was struggling not to close the distance and feed off of him. Why was it so damn hard for her to stay put? Her father seemed unfazed by it, as did Peters. Maybe it was just females that his scent appealed to.
She sighed and put her hand on her forehead. This slave would be the death of her.
Her head shot up. Maybe that was their idea. Have the slave kill her. After all, it wasn’t as if he was important. They wouldn’t implicate themselves in her murder; they wouldn’t put their necks on the line in that way. But if their old slave were to kill her? Well, it wasn’t their fault, was it? They’d given her it as a gift, celebrating the union of their two Houses. Nothing to do with them. And if the slave were to accuse them of telling it to do it? It was just a dirty Dhampyr trying to save his skin.
She closed her eyes and focused her clairvoyance on the slave. It was just knelt, staring at the wall in front of her. He didn’t exactly look threatening, but then she didn’t know what his powers could be. Dhampyrs didn’t exactly have as strong a powers as Vamps, but some powers didn’t exactly need to be powerful to kill a Vamp. Anything that started a fire or could decapitate her and she’d be as dead as if any other Creature had done it.
She watched as he started to fidget where he was knelt, still staring blankly at the wall. He was fidgeting whilst in the presence of his King. Fidgeting. Did he have no respect at all? She couldn’t imagine Albert or Anderson standing for that, so why did he think that he could fidget in a Royal House?!
She growled quietly under her breath. He needed to be taught a lesson, but she didn’t want to do it in front of her Father or one of her Guards. They both would guess what she was doing, but that was beside the point. This wasn’t something she wished people to know she was able to do just yet.
“Peters, you can go back to your post now. Everything is fine here, thank you.” [/color] The vampyre looked at her in shock, then his eyes flicked to her Father. The anger that was already flowing through her veins boiled over, causing her to snap. “NOW, Peters. An order is an order.”[/color] The vampyre nodded once before turning on his heels and marching out of the room. As the doors sung shut, she turned back to her Father. She opened her mouth to ask if he would mind leaving too, but he held his hand before she could ask. “I shall be in the library should you need me.”Dove nodded and smiled, watching as her Father stood and walked out of the room as well, leaving her alone with the new slave. [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Anadare MacAray on Jan 16, 2010 13:06:51 GMT -1
When her growl cut through the silence Dare new he had already been unsuccessful with playing good slave. It was harder than you would originally think given that he had gotten to the point in his old house where he pretty much didn't kneel whenever Anderson walked in a room. There where just certain things that even the old man had gotten tired of punishing him for and kneeling was one of them. As such not fidgeting was damned near impossible. The floor is uncomfortable and its a pain to stay one.
However what he had seen of her ability so far was enough to make him a little nervous, this place really was a whole new ball game and Dare was struggling on how to get by at first. When he had the system figured he knew he would be fine but that took time. And this girl was techty enough already. Seriously, she was growling at him just because he had moved a little bit. Heck if she had been looking else where she would of even noticed the movements. He hated to think it but he missed dumb and dumber.
“Peters, you can go back to your post now. Everything is fine here, thank you.” Oh that did not bode well for him. Guessing she isn't one of those people that like to make punishment a spectacle like Anderson and Albert did. They where always more interested in the show than they where the pain... although they where pretty good at the latter at thee same time. His entire body tensed because he was not an idiot, he knew what was coming from the harpy woman having a tantrum in front of him. She had been waiting to do something like this as she was not all to please with getting him as a gift, dare had gone and given her an excuse barely ten minutes in.
“Idiot. Idiot... Shite.” Dare was chanting to himself in his head, he knew this was not going to end well. He was also hoping that by the time she had decided to put him through hell he would have some kind of idea on how to dodge her ability. Great he had to go through this with no information. Fun.
“NOW, Peters. An order is an order.” “Yes peters you lucky bastard, flee, flee the room and leave me to the fun that is blatantly awaiting me.” He kept the smile of his face and tried to remain expressionless. He was good at making vampyres think he was nothing more than an stupid idiotic slave that just did as he was told... He had an advantage at being a dhampyre, he was automatically underestimated at every turn by the Vamps. Heck even now and then Anderson would underestimate him.
“I shall be in the library should you need me.”
“Thank god for that. As scary as little princess bitch is, that is one guy I don't want to tango with right now...” Dare craned his neck and saw the man leave. Leaving him alone with the woman in front of him, he still didn't think about looking up to her. He hadn't been given an order so he was supposed to sit here and not exist until he was told what to do.
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Post by Dove Alexander on Jan 16, 2010 17:49:56 GMT -1
The door slammed shut as her father left the room, the noise echoing around the room. Dove knew that if she really wanted to cause some damage to it, she could have just asked her father to absorb it’s aura or life force or something, but she didn’t want to go that far. There was no sense in pulling out the big guns for such a minor offence. She needed to scare him, yes, but she wasn’t going to break him. Though she wasn’t exactly going to go easy on him either. She needed something to work her frustration out on and he just happened to be the perfect object to do that on.
She took a slow step towards him, then another and another, her anger at the situation building with every step until it was rage, like acid, burning away at her insides.
He refused to look at her, even when she was stood completely blocking his vision of anything else. She wasn’t exactly large, in fact, she was tiny, but she knew that all it would be able to see was her dress. Yet he still insisted on looking through her.
Why that annoyed her quite so much, she couldn’t tell you, but it did. She was used to being acknowledged. Her servants might not all like her, but whenever she entered a room they were in, they all fell over themselves to get what she wanted.
Maybe that was fear, fear of her, fear of her father, of what either of them could do to them. Maybe he didn’t know exactly what either of them were capable of. One thing was for sure, however, he’d know exactly what she was capable of soon enough.
She was going to break him, as she had with all of her servants. The only exception to that was Jayne, her lady-in-waiting. She never needed to be broken in. She was ready and willing to serve. It was her nature. Whether her nature was affected by her ability, or her ability was affected by her nature, well it was a constant argument between her father and his advisors, which they discussed whenever they were bored. But to Dove it wasn’t important, all that mattered was the end product.
She looked down at the slave before her and felt her powers draining into the room around her, She wasn’t sure what effect it had, but once again she didn’t particularly care.
“Look at me.” [/color] She spoke quietly, barely above a whisper, not sure she could control her voice if she spoke any louder. When he seemed to hesitate, however, something in side of her snapped. “I said, LOOK AT ME!”[/color] She grabbed his hair and pulled it back, until he was looking directly at her. Her power leaked even further into the room, forcing her to harness it. She let go of his head, using her ability to hold it at an uncomfortable angle. “I don’t know why you are here, or even if you know why, but I don’t care. Something is going on and that something is to do with you. But let me get this straight.”[/color] She pulled slightly on his spine with her ability, bending him further backwards. She knew she was causing pain, and she couldn’t care less. “If I anything happens to me and you’re involved, you will pay. If anything happens to my father, my Life Mate, you will pay. If I so much as break a nail whilst you are in the room with me, you will pay.”[/color] She lent down and looked him in the eye from the distance of only an inch away. She smiled sweetly and kissed him gently between the eyes. She moved her head around the side of his, lips gently brushing his ear, before she whispered to him “And honey? I can make your life hell.”[/color][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Anadare MacAray on Jan 16, 2010 18:55:02 GMT -1
The little harpy woman pretty much came straight at him the room was vacated, it was getting hard and harder to not look her in the eyes. Little did he know that was one of the things he was doing that was riling her up more and more. She was tiny yet she was all he could see as he tried to keep his eyes else where. His patients however was getting thinner and thinner. Even if this had been Anderson towering over him, Dare would of jumped up, swore and legged it. Yeah he likely wouldn't be able to get too far before he was being sliced to ribbons but in Dare's mind that was better than sitting her obediently waiting to be punished for some imagined slight. That was the part which always ate away at him. The fact he had to sit and wait for people to torture him... he wasn't tied or held down – he was just expected to wait.
It was the main thing that disgusted him about how their cultures work and how slaves where treated. Ok well the whole thing was enough to annoy him but out of everything it was the one thing he hated the most, the one thing he really struggled to handle.
“Look at me.”
Dare hesitated, knowing if he looked up right now anger would be written all over his face as he struggled to wipe his features. Before he had a chance however his head was wrenched back. Damned little girl was strong and the first thing that registered in his mind was pain. Lasting pain... Break a bone... slice his skin and the healing process started instantly... the way she was holding him was constant and it damned bloody hurt. “I said, LOOK AT ME!” This time Dare actually did, damned if she would just cut him or break his bones he would be fine as the pain didn't last. Dare was surprisingly good when it came to pain – he never screamed or yelled or whatever in pain, but usually? It was over fast. When her hands left his head he expected the pain to stop.. but it didn't. She kept him at the odd angle some how.
“I don’t know why you are here, or even if you know why, but I don’t care. Something is going on and that something is to do with you. But let me get this straight.” Oh she was annoying, Dare wanted nothing more now than to swear at her and tell her where to go. He was starting to adjust to the pain. That was when it started pushing on his spine. Pushing him into a blatantly unnatural position that sent fire through his nerves. Even his finger where burning with the pain from it. What ever she said next was lost too him from the ringing in his ears... he idly though maybe she wasn't realised how much pressure she was forcing on his spine as he was pretty sure if his healing ability wasn't fighting for him this would do serious lasting damage. This was where Dare knew his ability to keep quiet when effectively being tortured was bad... they always had to do more.
The coper taste of his blood filled his mouth and he knew something was wrong some where. He wasn't concerned because this wouldn't kill him, he would heal he knew that. But damned the only time something similar to this had happened was when Albert had lost his temper once. Dare didn't want to use his ability yet, he didn't trust his limbs to catch him when he got from under her power.
So dare decided he would do the thing he did best. He was already in screaming agony... she couldn't kill him for his ability and for the fact it would be rude or whatever. Would be like smashing the wedding china. Something which he assumed was very rude.
“And honey? I can make your life hell.”
Hell? Ha. Like she could make his life worse than it already was. There was no way she could make it worse than what Anderson had done in the past. He had decided to make his life hell once. For 4 weeks he had cut him every half an hour and Dare hadn't even come close to being broken, not even that and that was constant. He wasn't fed and more than once he was sure he nearly died on more than one occasion. Then for a week after that the girl had spent that bleeding him dry and barely giving him a chance to build up his blood supplies. After over half a century of that this little brat though she could make his life worse for him. The thought was laughable. She was stuck with him just as much as he was stuck with her.
Anderson could do worse things to him than she could... Anderson could of killed him. She couldn't. She was duty bound of whatever to keep him and not let him dye or whatever. That was what made him laugh.
He wanted to spit the blood leaking from his mouth but couldn't from the position. That however didn't stop the chuckle from breaking free from his chest. Many would think he was mad for doing it... but then a few people did think he was mad anyway. His laugh was rasping at first and barely recognisable for a laugh... Heck she could of mistook it for a groan of pain at first. But after a few seconds it was obvious he was laughing. “Sweet heart, your a novice in hell.”
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Post by Dove Alexander on Jan 16, 2010 21:27:39 GMT -1
Dove let go of the hold she had on gravity, letting it drop back to it’s normal force. She took a step back and was hit by the smell of his blood almost immediately. It was so inviting and it sickened her. He didn’t deserve to be so alluring to vampyres. He wasn’t human; he was lower than even that. At least the cattle had their uses. All he was good for was washing her floors or licking her boots. He wasn’t even considered food; he wasn’t worthy of that honour.
She took another step back and the smell followed her. Looking down, she saw why, the blood had soaked into her dress, staining the pale gold red. She tried to wipe it off with a disgusted scoff, but even if she’d noticed it earlier, that wouldn’t have helped. The silk had absorbed it like a sponge. She could already feel the stickiness on her stomach,
She needed a wash.
She moved towards the door, ready to leave the slave where he was. She could have Peters fetch him and show him to his room. Well, room was being optimistic. The ‘room’ she had in mind for him was little more than a closet as she didn’t want him to think she’d gone soft all of a sudden.
She stepped around the slave, careful to leave a sizable gap between the two of them lest he bleed on her again. As he groaned in pain, a smile spread across her face. Now, maybe he’d think twice about –
The groan turned into a laugh. She turned back, a frown painted across her face as he spoke. “Sweet heart, your a novice in hell.”
The words had barely left his mouth before he hit the wall. How dare he mock her! He didn’t think that she was capable of making his life a living hell? He thought that, what, the MacArays were worse that she could be? They could cut him up pretty bad, she was sure, but they had nothing on her.
She slammed him to the floor and kept him going as if she were pulling him down through the floor. “I may be a novice, but I’m a fast learner and I’m more than willing to study. You want to be my guinea pig? Cuz it looks like your volunteering …” [/color] She let go of her hold on gravity briefly, long enough for him to think she’d stopped. She waited a beat or two longer, then smashed him to the ceiling. There he stayed pinned, the blood dripping from him to the floor. She stood looking up at him, waiting for him to respond. [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Anadare MacAray on Jan 16, 2010 22:07:50 GMT -1
Dare was expecting to hit the wall when the words left his mouth, and she didn't disappoint. He concentrated as he felt her ability hit him at certain points before he flew into the wall. The familiar crunch of his bones and the initial stab of pain echoing through his head before it started healing almost instantaneously. Broken bones he was very used to from Albert as he liked punching him around when he got bored. If she wanted to put his through hell she was going to have to try a heck of a lot harder than a couple of broken bones. He knew that she was angry – Anger was easy.
Peoples abilities where more obvious when they where mad and he would get a better lay of them. She really was a novice when it came to putting some one through what she perceived as hell. Dare got the idea that vampyres thought they where the be all and end all of everything. That they knew how to cause hell for some one. She thought she could make his life hell? Heck he was already there. If she spent a second in his world she would know it but he expected that some one like miss priss over there would not last a few seconds.
Dare hit the floor just as his bones where nearly healed and he felt them crack all over again, god she was probably going to be pissed when she worked out that Dare was a lot more durable than your average every Slave. He already knew his bloody was affecting her and likely adding to her anger. He was pretty sure she could get out from under her hold by this point but he wanted another hit or two before he tired to do anything drastic. Dare didn't know why he was winding her up... it was just in his nature to do it.. and now he had started he really felt like he couldn't stop. Dare wished he could get behind her and snap her neck... he could do it too... but that would not be worth it... Even the attempt wouldn't be worth it.
“I may be a novice, but I’m a fast learner and I’m more than willing to study. You want to be my guinea pig? Cuz it looks like your volunteering …”
She let go of her hold on the gravity and he was still smiling, his eyes no longer blank and whatever slaves where supposed to look like. He was actually finding this slightly amusing. Painful as hell yes... but also a little amusing. It wasn't the first time he had done this, where he had wound himself up to the point where he couldn't be quiet and subservient right now. The only thing he could do was talk and be snarky.
Before he got the next sentence out however he was on the friking ceiling. The ceiling! God dammit crazy little harpy lady. He stretched his fingers and he could feel where the gravity was pressing him into the ceiling. He knew how to move and how he would get out. He glanced down... well it was a bit of a fall. But heck who cared, it was just going to be amusing to see the look on his face.
Dare spat the blood from his mouth, and concentrated on his ability, moving himself minutely whilst making himself look in pain. Making her think she had won or something, that was always fun. He stretched again and moved a little more this time until he managed to get past the hold she had on him. He slammed into the ground with a sickening crunch showing that more than a few of his bones must have been broken by such a fall coupled with the earlier hits. Dare however put his hands out in front of hit. Grabbing his arm and snapping in back into place with more force than he really should have been able.
He cracked his neck, which in the silence of the room seemed deafening and he couldn't keep the smile off his face. Yeah she was probably gonna try and crush him again in a few seconds but it was going to be worth it for this moment cause he doubted even she would forget this monet for a while to come. He pull himself back up onto two feet. Standing for the first time in her presence and having to snap his leg back into place at the same time.
“Sweety, I've lived with the MacArays for nearly a century. If that the best you got I'll sign up to be your Guinea pig any day...” He cracked his neck again, feeling his bones getting themselves back into their original places even though he had a feeling they would be out again soon. Dare however knew how this would end, he'd get smashed up some more and then she would set him some ridiculous menial task, refuse him dinner and send his to sleep on the floor some where. Vampyres weren't exactly known for their originality. “You know I can't fight back at all so why are you holding back? Or have I already seen your full potential?” Dare knew he couldn't win this, so he might as well get as many jabs in as possible.
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