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Feb 03, 2014 10:42PM
The cloak figure staid till Evander was healed, then was gone in the morning. No one disturbed her while she slept, thinking it'd be a bit rude to wake her up after the night she'd had. The stall at Isaac's palace was actually quite small. There was the butler, Vynon. Gale, the gardener. A around four maids. And a few guards if ever Isaac needed defense or anything a guard would come in handy for.
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Evander awoke in the morning. She was confused and a little groggy. She then looked around again, not knowing where she was before remembering. She idly wondered if the previous night had all been a dream. She slowly got up, then blinked and looked down as she felt no pain. She touched her ribs, they felt fine. She sighed and looked up. She got up still slowly and went to the curtains, where she opened them and was thoroughly blinded by the bright day. She closed them somewhat again, her eyes not being used to the light.
There was a soft knock at the door. It was will into noon and the sun was out. Isaac was still asleep, now in his bedroom. The fire in Evander's fire place was now almost completely out, leaving a savory musty smell of herbs and dying flame.
Evander jumped slightly at the knock. Oddly she was more used to loud yelling, banging and screeching. For a second she didn't know what to do. Then she went over and slowly opened the door, looking like a frightened animal as she did so.
Gale stood in the doorway. He blinked, his eyes fixed on her with pure curiosity. "Uh, are you alright?" He asked gently, unsure why she looked so frightened. He gave her a careful smile assume she was better, "You're healed I take it? Breakfast is downstairs if you like. The Master is still asleep, so you can come with me to the garden if you like, and I can show you around." He smiled, thinking from the look she had, some affection was needed.
Evander watched him. For a gardener he sure was mobile. Back at the Vampire King's castle if you were a gardener you would stay in the garden, period. She lost some of the fear in her look and stood a tad bit straighter. Opening the door wide. She still was unsure about everything. Carefully, as he had addressed her, she spoke softly, unused to so much vocal use. "I am always well," She lied, as that was her expected answer, always, "I feel better, yes, a thousand thank yous. I shall forever be in your debt," The scary thing was she meant that explicitly, "Of course.......... How much am I allowed to have?" She had to make sure, if she took too much she would get better, stronger, reawaken her abilities. Plus if she took too much, she would get beaten for it. At least, that is what she had been taught.
He motioned his head for her to follow him. He began to walk down the hall, "Well, I suppose you can have as much as there is. Master Isaac isn't too fond of Vampires. So all the blood is yours." He led her downstairs and too the kitchen. Going to the walk in pantry, he began to shuffle through bottle, searching for blood. He didn't really think of what she said. He plucked a couple of bottles from the pantry and set them on the table. Like the rest of the castle, everything was a bit vintage. A cauldron hung over the fire in the huge fireplace. The kitchen was quite large and relatively clean. The cook was no where in sight, the placing being quite clean. Gale smiled at the girl, "Here you are." he set the bottles down on the table for her.
Evander's eyes nearly popped out. She looked up, so startled and shocked. "This is too much!" She said softly and surprised and a little bit scared, her mind thinking this was another sick test again. She had never been allowed so much blood before. It was unheard of. It would mean she would become strong again. It would mean the sick sight on her back would heal and fade...... She backed away unconsciously. She said a little desperately, "Please just tell me my duties so I can start, please."
Gale's lips tightened as he looked at the bottles, "Well I'm sure we can find more in the cellar. There're a few more bottles in the pantry. You don't have to drink it all if they'd make you sick or something." he said thoughtfully. He looed at her then blinked, wondering why she was backing away. "Duties?" he asked. "You could ask Vynon if he could use held with anything. Master Isaac didn't give you post did he? If you like, you can search the palace for cloths or something." He tsk'ed and shook his head, "I can't believe they put you back in those grubby cloths."
This was all too much for her. She backed away until she was backed against the wall. She slid down and started crying. For a few hundred years no one had been this kind to her, this sweet. She wasn't used to it any more. She didn't really remember and connect this is how it was supposed to be. Her slave traders had done a thorough job in brain washing her. 'Training' her on how it was, in their way, supposed to be. She pulled her knees close to herself and buried her head in her hands as her body shook violently. She cried hard, not understanding anything any more.
Gale cringed, he went tense and still like a startled cat. He quickly ran over and scooped her up. He sat on the floor with Evander in his lap. He looked at her a bit franticly, "I-I'm sorry ms. I didn't mean to upset you. Please, stop crying. Oh, I'm do sorry." He said quickly, frightened he'd offended her somehow. He was a bit toasty, keeping her close against him. Though he didn't really think of it.
Evander cried harder as he apologized. But, after a few minutes, she calmed down, her mind coming back to her. Her old mind that is. "They treated me so horribly. If I said, did anything wrong they beat me, tortured me. I forgot, it's not normal. They........they did this to me for breaking one plate when there were several thousand just like it in the cupboard." Evander leaned forward some on his lap. Then pulled up her shirt to reveal her back. There were seemingly hundreds of whipping marks, all in various stages of healing. But that was nothing, someone had played noughts and crosses on her back, with a carving knife and then a branding iron. It was cut and burned into her skin. Someone had won too.........
Gale felt his stomach twist. He'd seen plenty of cases like this before, but not on someone so weak and innocent. He pulled her closer and with a shaky hand, pulled her shirt back down. "You're safe here. It's going to be alright. Master Isaac has never beaten us. Please. Please stop crying. I'll take care of you." He sounded like a scared little kid. He hated seeing anyone like this, especial Evander when she seemed to never deserve such a brutal life.
Evander did eventually only sob, then sniffle, then be still and silent. She curled into his embrace. Needing to just be held and kept safe. She felt really comforted by his words, that the master never beat them. Even if she couldn't match the man the previous night with the one Gale spoke of. It was more she could say of her previous master, he was the one that did everything to her. Even the game on her back was his doing, his and with his best and most favourite nobleman. Suddenly she shot up and looked at Gale, her pupils huge with fear, "I am to stay here right? He took me away right? I changed masters right? Right?!" The last one being yelled a bit and little more frantic sounding.
Gale was startled by her outburst. He scooted back quickly, backing into the wall. He looked at her with bit eyes, not wanting to lie to her or get her hopes up if this all was just some sort of weird visit. He nodded quickly, "Y-yes. Master Isaac n-never takes just anybody in." He said quickly.
Evander was no fool. But she accepted the lie. She nodded merely and then looked at him. She leaned forward and softly kissed his cheek. "Thank you. What are you? Your awfully warm." She hadn't missed the fact that he was all toasty. Then she remembered she was sitting in his lap. She got a startled look and quickly got up. "A thousand apologies! I must weight a ton!" She gave a small smile and grabbed his hands, yanking him up. She said it, thinking it true, even if she was deathly emaciated and gaunt. She dropped her smile, knowing it must look hideous, even if it wasn't. She was hard on herself in the looks department. Being called names daily for a few hundred years had that effect. She let go of his hands, not wanting to hurt him. Even if her strongest squeeze currently would only feel like a gentle tug. She was a vampire that was always careful, no matter what. She looked over at the bottles, hungry, so very hungry. She then looked around, not noticing a cook. She looked back at Gale. "Is there not a cook here?" Then she remembered his saying the master not liking vampires. Her face grew pale and she swallowed visibly. "I will be tolerated right?"
Game blinked, doing his best to catch up with her. "T-the cook... I'm not sure where Felix is. You don't want your blood cooked do you?" He asked hesitantly not wanting to offend her. He groaned thinking of her last question, "Tolerable? What do you mean? The Master himself brought you here didn't he?" He rubbed his face a little trying to collect his thoughts. "Oh, just please eat. I can't catch up with you like this." He said softly.
Evander nodded. Sad she had confused him so. She went and sat down, taking a bottle that seemed.... well, to her fancy. She opened it and took a small sip. Her eyes widened and she took another. It tasted so good. She felt herself getting stronger at it. But then she realised she should slow down. After not being used to eating and only small amounts she would get sick if she took things too fast and drank too much. She slowed it down, only taking small sips after several moments. In no time she felt full. Even if she hadn't even drinked a quarter. She closed the bottle and set it aside. She looked at Gale, "May I take a bath and change my clothes before you take me around?"
Gale watched her then blinked as she spoke to him. He found her to be awfully confusing. He nodded slightly making a small groan of realization, "Oh! O-of course." He said quickly. He pushed himself up quickly, "This way." He then led her out of the kitchen and back upstairs to the bathing room. He ran the huge tub full of warm water. "Do you mind if I leave for a minute? I'll be right back with some cloths." He said softly.
Evander nodded her agreement. She watched him leave and got into the tub. She sighed as the lovely warm water rushed over her body. She decided that she best not talk around Gale. She realised she seemed to confuse him, a lot. She washed and got out, drying off and wrapping herself in a towel. She quickly combed her hair and brushed her teeth, letting the water out of the tub. She then stood and waited for Gale by the window, trying to get a better understanding of her surroundings.
Outside a tree blocked the view of much. Beyond the garden were vast plains. Out of the many palaces, Isaac had the most solitude. He did not want a city; demons were foul creatures that often disagreed with him. Further out, past the plains, and past the forest was a demon inhabited area where mountains shot up from the ground. Here is where his people staid. Most avoided the forest seeing much of it was dead and/or dangerous with little use to the demons.
Evander sighed. It was a rather dreary place. But she would make due. After all, it was better then the Vampire King's castle and lands. Or the basement. She guessed she could always get a potted plant for some colour if she really wanted. She turned away and went to sit in a chair nearby, eager to see the castle and walk around for leisure for once.
((Sorry. No. I just had to get my homework done.))There was a careful knock at the bathroom door.
King Isaac had just woken up. His butler, Vynon threw open the drapes letting the light crash down on him. Isaac groaned, "Close those blasted curtains! It's much to early!" He groaned snappishly though still groggy. Vynon turned to him. He was a tall, slender fellow ho looked relatively young. He had choppy cut, snow white hair and was quite pale.
After waiting another few moments a maid brought Evander some clothes, saying Gale had gotten distracted with something but to go ahead and then meet him in the garden. Evander nodded and thanked the young girl. She closed the door and got dressed in a...... suit. Black pants and a white button shirt with a black jacket but oddly, with black and white sneakers. Evander shrugged, she actually didn't mind, anything was better then her rags. Besides, it looked good on her. Even is she was much too gaunt and pale. She tied her hair in a bun and walked out of the bathroom, walking along and eventually finding a door leading to the garden, she was disappointed, the place was rather dead. She walked slowly, eyeing everything. Then she came upon a mini black metal frame with a beautiful design holding some roses, they were dead however. She leaned down and admired them, for even dead she could see they were once quiet beautiful, then she decided it was much too much of a shame to leave them dead. She raised her wrist and bit down, she released her fangs and moved her wrist over the base of the plant, letting her blood drip down onto it. Her wrist healed and then, so did the roses, they were a gorgeous bright red, much like her blood. She smiled and gently touched the petals.
Gale suddenly stepped out from behind the metal frame. He moved over, standing beside Evander and admired the blooming roses. He looked at her curiously, "I've never been able to get those roses to bloom. How did you do it?" He was truly baffled. He'd always been afraid to use magic on the garden, thinking Master Isaac may have disapproved. Only the secret garden staid blooming, all year around at that.
Evander jumped. She stood and looked at Gale, a hand to her heart. "Goodness your stealthy." She calmed her racing heart and breath then dropped her hand, returning her gaze to the flowers. "I used my blood."
Gale tightened, "Your blood?" he asked, a bit taken aback. He'd never thought blood could do anything besides indicate that something had been hurt. "Are you alright? Did you trip? Was it a rose thorn? Where is the cut? I will mend to it now." he said, all quite quickly. He didn't want her to hurt and unattended to. That would surely get him a good scolding from Master Isaac.
For once, Evander laughed. She smiled and looked at him sweetly. She said softly, "No, I am fine, there is no need for healing. After the blood I drank it was easy to mend the wound. My blood you see, it's one of my abilities, my blood can heal any wound, from any species, including plants, there was a small trace of life inside it, allowing my blood to take effect. I bit my wrist but the wound is already healed now. There is no need for alarm, all is well." Evander smiled sweetly at him.
Gale blinked then shut his mouth and nodded, "Oh, ok." He then looked back at the flower. "Does that mean you need more blood now?" He asked thoughtfully. He wasn't sure how these things worked, and simply wanted to offer all he could.
Evander looked at the bright beautiful and blossoming roses and shook her head. She could smell them from where she stood, her senses sharpening already. They smelled so sweet and nice. "It was a small wound, I don't have to feed again." She looked around her. The garden was pretty much filled with plants but they were all dead. She looked at Gale inquisitively. "Why is the garden dead? Can you show me around now?" She hoped she didn't confuse him with two questions.
Gale nodded slightly, ignoring her first question. "This way." He led her through the garden, and up some steps to the palace. He didn't mind showing her around. It gave him the chance to do something besides feel ashamed for the dead garden.
Evander got a good look at the castle, it was dim and depressing, but she expected no less from a Demon King. She walked slowly behind Gale, getting rather tired quickly as she always did. She was careful not to break anything she passed, afraid of a beating or some time in the dungeon. She wondered about the man that took her away. She said softly, "What is the master like?"
Gale looked back at Evander as she spoke. "The Master?" He said questioningly. He bit his lip faintly, thinking for a moment, then spoke, "He keeps quiet most of the time. Vynon is usually at his side, mending to his needs. But even then, Mr. Isaac will send him off to do some sort if chore. The staff here isn't to big, so when he doesn't have company, he will sometimes have us go on trips. He's awfully quiet though, and a bit mostest too. He only lets Vynon help him dress. And he doesn't like it when the maids clean the chimneys. He's a bit picky, but only if he catches you. Other wise he stays on his own turf." Gale said the last part with a slight shrug.
Evander nodded. She was even more confused. She just couldn't compare the cocky jerk the previous night to the modest hermit today. She walked and looked, careful not to touch anything, wondering why she was even there. She got more tired as time passed but pushed through it. After all, a hundred years of pushing through it helped out immensely. She asked again however, "I'm rather curious about what is expected of me? The master never said much really."
((Sorry, it's been freezing over so the wiki is a bit shaky. Let me see if I can fix the notification setting so it'd sent them to me more vigilantly.))
"I've been wondering the same." Gale said softly. He but his tongue thinking maybe she was some sort of sex slave. The assumed that would be incredibly rude to propose however, so he continued thinking to himself. "Vynon said The Vampire King was gifting a bride to Master Isaac." He said thoughtfully. "I assume you are her. Seeing how he hadn't given you a post."
((Yeah, I think I need to bring in Vynon and Isaac to really get the ball rolling though. I though the plot was full of detail, but the main picture had a wide margin for things to actually happen. I was thinking they could look for her sister. A character I made who usually keeps the dice rolling. And the last of the mortals. Who they find out are planning to over throw the kingdoms and put the world back in a place where they weren't so hostile.))
(I thought her 'sister' would be a mortal. Like what Lee had talked about. Let me get Isaac and Vynon is. From there ill have them get things going.)
(I'm going to get a shower. What time zone are you in, if you don't mind me asking?)
Evander stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened and she took a step back, raising her hands. She said, utterly panicked, "Oh no no no no on no no no. I'm no bride. I'm a slave. Have been for the last 500 years. No, I'm not bride material here. I'm a virgin! What the hell am I supposed to do?! I am not a bride!" She shook her head as if it would make it go away. She couldn't believe what she was hearing even if it was similar to what was said that night but come on! She was a slave and he a King!
(I'm going to get some sleep. It's about 11 over here. I'll reply tomorrow morning. :) )
Gale couldn't help it. He howled with laughter that boomed through the echoing halls. He held his gut as tears swelled on his eyes. He had a boys laugh, somehow perfect; able to make a girl melt with happiness.
Evander couldn't help but relax a little bit when he laughed but she was still tense. She dropped her hands and hugged herself. She didn't know what was worse, this castle and it's ruler or the last. Frankly now she didn't mind the torture, at least she understood that. Silent tears began leaking out of her eyes.
(( I don't know why I keep missing your posts. It does this with some others too. One moment.))
Gale wiped a tear off his cheek with a dramatic, "PHEW!" Ending with a duffle chuckle. "A 500 year old virgin. That's funny. You were totally freaking out for a moment there- you were getting me a bit worried." His eyes glued to the glued to the ceiling as her wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.((Wouldn't she have been raped? I know that's awful. But the vampire king...))
Evander sat down abruptly and pulled her knees close to herself, crying a bit more. She held herself, not sure any more about anything. She wasn't a bride. How could she be? She was a slave and he a King, the comparative was ridiculous. Besides, he hadn't been impressed by her at all that night so why take her then? She buried her head into her knees and said a little muffled, "May I please go and lay down?" She was very tired now.
Gale looked down at her and blinked, hadn't realizing before that she was upset. He moved out of her way, "Oh. Yeah. Of course." He said softly, trying to be polite. He wasn't sure what she was so upset, but he swore to himself that that night he'd make her happy to be there.
Evander got up shakily, her physical weakness evident now. She sighed, wiped her tears and gave a small smile to Gale before walking off. She found the room that was supposedly hers really quickly. She opened the door and then closed it again. She went and took of her black jacket and opened the curtains and transparent veil behind the curtains. She unlocked the balcony doors and opened them before replacing the veil and kicking of her shoes. She went and laid down on the comfy pillows mostly, half on her back and half on her side. She sighed and cried some more before wiping her tears again and staring tiredly to the world outside. The breeze came in and she covered herself with a blanket some. Her bright pale blue eyes alive and watching.
((Yeah, let me fire up the ol' lap top.))
Isaac scrambled downstairs. Vynon, the butler of the palace, raised after him, "You're not going anywhere without polishing your teeth first!" "NO!" Isaac bellowed, running through the winding halls, holding his hood down the keep his face hidden. Isaac began throwing pictures off the walls to keep Vynon busy. Diligently, Vynon caught the pictures, putting them back on the wall as he continued to run after Isaac. Taking a glance back, Isaac growled, "You beast!" he shouted. Then with a small chuckled, he jumped on a stair railing and rode down swiftly. Vynon laughed faintly, "And you're the one to be talking?" he said blandly. They thundered around the entire palace, playing a game of cat and mouse.
