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Grace was surprised to say the least, and yet she was pleasantly suprised. She found her the corners of her mouth turning upwards.
Oraon stood outside of the One on One room. He sighed, counting out the money he had with him before sticking it in his back pocket. The human he wanted to see was already inside and he quickly told the slave dealer that he wanted to look over the girl before buying her. Slowly he made his way inside the room and locked the door behind him before he looked over the room. To one side was the slave, tied up with a bag over her head. Without even any hesitation Oraon came over to her and jerked the girl to the side and pulled the back off her head, his eye brows raising in slight questioning look. "You don't seem like much," he mumbled.
Sierra glared up at him from beneath her thick ginger hair, her bright green eyes furious. She yanked free of his grasp and shoved him back away from her, already starting to work away at the ropes tying her wrists. "You're no showstopper yourself." the actually beautiful girl snapped at him. Her thick Irish/Scottish accent mangled some of her words, but they were still understandable enough. She was actually quite cheerful and sweet most of the time, but Vampires were an entirely different matter. The ones she knew were jerks who deserved whatever hell the fiery girl did her best to give them.
Oraon felt himself pushed back but the shove only made him step back wards. "Feisty one aren't you. Come let me see that face of yours," he said as he stepped back close to her and then shoved his knee up to hit her in her stomach as his hand grabbed under her chin roughly. "At least you wouldn't be boring to listen to," he said to her as he stared at her with bright cruel cold blue eyes.
Sierra smirked up at him fearlessly, fighting silently to regain her breath after his knee pushed it out. "Atleast you won't be having any kids any time soon." And after that somewhat confusing taunt, her foot came up between his legs with wicked speed. She was expecting a rather painful and probably prolonged retaliation, but it was worth it. Definitely so worth it.
Oraon chuckled at what she said and was a little surprised when her foot came up. He grunted and tried to dodge it but she still caught the side of his boys. He growled and then lunged at her, grabbing her around neck and lifting her off of her feet infront of him. "May not be having kids for a while but now I'm all sore, I could fix that and repair what you just hurt by drinking your blood, how does that sound?" he growled.
Being a naturally short person, it didn't take much to lift Sierra off her feet. If he was a human, she would have been fast enough to dodge him. But even her quickness was no match for the Vampire speed. But even choking and spluttering for breath, she remained completely defiant. "Like you're compensating." she forced out, her voice already weak. Her hands were both on the one if his lifting her but she didn't do anything. Her grip was weakening however, but her bright green gaze never left his blue one, and never wavered in it's defiance.
He chuckled. "Wouldn't you like to know," he said and then released her and watched her drop to the ground. He grabbed her arm then and pulled, trying to throw her to the ground. "I could show you that I'm not but compensating but I think it would end up a sore night for you," he said with a grin and showed his fangs as his eyes turned bright red. "How bout for now you bend that pretty neck for me so I can sample the product," he chuckled cruely.
Sierra shuffled her feet under her with a fighter's reflexes, managing to keep from hitting the ground. "Really?" she shook her head as she looked at him, as if disappointed. Her voice was slightly raspy from half-choking, but was quickly getting stronger again. "You act like you're the only person who's come for that, acted all cocky." she crossed her arms, glaring at him fiercely.
He laughed loudly. "I'm not that centered on myself. I just want to make sure you'll taste good before I buy," he stated as he watched her. He crossed his arms over his chest and then tilted his head to look at her. "Your such a hoot! I doubt I'd be bored playing with you, unless of course you broke. I wonder if you ever would, you little humans have so many earthly attachments," he said and then made a gagging sound, "To soft, to much want instead of just taking. To much, relationships," he added. He sighed and then shrugged his shoulders, "I'll tell you what, I like you, so I'm gunna give it to you straight. I need a nice new squishy human toy to play with and you just happened to pop up for sale. Plus your a gladiator which means you could entertain me two ways if I wished it," he said and then made a clicking sound with his tongue. "The only problem is that your probably sour tasting," he said and then grunted and grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him.
With a snort, Sierra rolled her eyes. "Like. I highly doubt you like anyone or anything. I don't think you like me. You just find me amusing." she snapped scathingly. "Besides, not all of us like relationships." she shrugged. "Being attached to someone just makes you weak, and they can be used against you. Not much point in it." she agreed. She instinctively jerked backwards as he grabbed at her- she was small enough that it would be easy for her to die if someone got a hold of her in the ring. And dying was never on her agenda.
But she paused for a moment and looked him over. He was literally more than a foot taller then her, his grip on her neck reminded her how strong he was, and his vampire speed would easily outmatch her. She was smart enough to know that she would have to outsmart and/or surprise him. And he had to be expecting her to fight back or atleast struggle now. Her eyes narrowed, she reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled closer to him.
She could remember some others' reaction to her blood though. It may not have been intoxicating or super delicious, but they always expected her to have a harsher taste because she fought back so much. But surprise surprise, her blood was rather sweet. Because when she wasn't dealing with someone who would always almost kill her or make her wish they had just killed her, she was a friendly, cheerful girl.
But she paused for a moment and looked him over. He was literally more than a foot taller then her, his grip on her neck reminded her how strong he was, and his vampire speed would easily outmatch her. She was smart enough to know that she would have to outsmart and/or surprise him. And he had to be expecting her to fight back or atleast struggle now. Her eyes narrowed, she reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled closer to him.
She could remember some others' reaction to her blood though. It may not have been intoxicating or super delicious, but they always expected her to have a harsher taste because she fought back so much. But surprise surprise, her blood was rather sweet. Because when she wasn't dealing with someone who would always almost kill her or make her wish they had just killed her, she was a friendly, cheerful girl.
He laughed at what she said. "Smart as well as amusing," he said as she moved closer to him. "Good girl," he said and then patted her head with his free hand. "I'll make it a quick taste," he said as he tilted her head to the side and then he leaned forward and bit into her neck. He drank slowly, letting the blood fill his mouth before he pulled away to savor the taste. His eyes looked over her as he licked his lips and he smiled. "Not as bad as I thought it would be, least its not as bad as a shy girls or a pure fighter," he grumbled before he released her and rubbed his fingers over his lips. "You'd make a pretty jewel to have around, and your genetics are amazing," he said as his eyes glowed red for a moment before turning back to their cold blue.
Sierra growled when he patted her head, but otherwise remained standing surprisingly quietly. She hardly even moved as his fangs sank in to her neck. Hey, it wasn't like being bitten was a new thing for her. She simply waited for him to be done. As he released her she resisted the urge to rub the side of her neck to try and stop the bleeding. She was smart enough to know that with this guy, any weakness would spell out her down fall. "Is this where I'm supposed to say thank you or some shit? Cause that's not happening." she snapped, and was suddenly self-conscious about her thick accent and red hair at his words.
Oraon laughed loud enough to shake the room. "No no no, you don't thank me. You say yes master and you obey or get you little feelings and appendages broke," he said and then let his hand move to her hair as he pulled it to his face and sniffed deeply. "Mmmm, your hair smells so nice to. My my, maybe I'll have to put you in with my breeding stock after all. Got a rather handsome stud too that would be perfect," he said as he talked about her as if she was a thing rather then a person. He sighed then and let go of her hair before he touched his face to think. "But breeding you would take all the fun out of you fighting for a while.. I guess I could decide later," he said and then cracked his neck and stared at her with a wicked smile.
"If you ever just hear me say 'yes master' or call you that at all, then I must have an identical twin I don't know about." Sierra snapped at Oraon without moving. She hardly even flinched about the breeding topic. Sierra was a girl with many things to do around here. She was a top feeder for a while, before the Vamps got tired of dealing with her. They made her a Breeder to try and break her, but she only fought back harder. The Gladiator thing was supposed to be a lesson, but she threw herself into the fights and was only more vicious out of the rings. So she had many titles, and she wasn't exactly unused to breeding. It was, however, her least favorite task. She hated it with a passion.
She glared up at him, and when he went to crack his neck, the fighter made her move. Quick as a wink she whipped around and kicked the side of his head, then took advantage of the distraction to end up behind him. She used her foot to pull his feet out from under him at the same time she pushed him forward, effectively tackling him in a way even a small person could do. She wasn't even breathing hard as she looked down at him, kneeling on his back. But she expected more from him. She was sure it wasn't over here.
She glared up at him, and when he went to crack his neck, the fighter made her move. Quick as a wink she whipped around and kicked the side of his head, then took advantage of the distraction to end up behind him. She used her foot to pull his feet out from under him at the same time she pushed him forward, effectively tackling him in a way even a small person could do. She wasn't even breathing hard as she looked down at him, kneeling on his back. But she expected more from him. She was sure it wasn't over here.
Oraon wasn't exactly caught of guard by her attack and he let out a sigh as he landed but caught himself with his hands before his face hit the floor. "Very nice show, there goes any doubts I had about you not winning a fight for me. Looks like you won't break either, fun," he said and laughed.Even though she was kneeling on his back he sat up and reached around his back, grabbing her arm roughly and then throwing her into the opposite wall but only used about half of his strength, not wanting to kill her when he threw her.
Sierra knew she was in more trouble then she had bargained for, not when he spoke, but when he sat up. She started to move away to try and avoid it, but she really panicked when he grabbed her arm. No that she had time to react before she was suddenly meeting the wall. Pain shot through her, but she only lay there for a second before she forced herself up to her feet again. In the arena, being down for more than a second was always bad for a small person, like Sierra. She fought for her breath, even as she tried to blink away the shadows threatening her vision. She swayed slightly on her feet, but she didn't hesitate to start back to him, hands clenched into angry fists at her sides.
Oraon laughed as she got to her feet. He stood and walked directly towards her as she stopped towards him. His hand grabbed her arm again and he swung her around and then shoved her up against the wall, not slacking on his strength as he pushed her harder against the wall. "Awwww, you like that don't you?" he said with a snarl.
Her small size for once an advantage, Sierra squirmed in his grip. She managed to get fairly loose with most of it, but she could feel her ribs responding to it. When she had her fights, she could deal with broken bones. They happened fast, and she was used to it. Sure, she'd been punished before too. But she could feel her ribs coming right to the edge of cracking. But she might as well have just been dead if she just took it. "Don't you wish." she choked out, her voice pained and a bit too high pitched.
He laughed as he pushed her more against the wall as he held her arm behind her. He leaned in as he stood behind her and then kissed her neck rather roughly. Then he stepped back, pulling her with him before he spun her out so they where each other. "And out, and in again. Then step step, and then barrel roll," he said as he moved like he was dancing with her before he brought her against the wall facing him and then leaned down and have her a very cruel kiss.
Sierra could handle all the breeding crap. But it was whenever they tried to kiss her that she usually exploded. A kiss was supposed to be sweet, a gesture of trust or the beginnings of love. She hated it when the guys in here kissed her, trying to act like they actually cared about her feelings. But right now, she was extremely sore and tired. And she knew that she probably couldn't take another punishment right now. So she simply slid down the wall to avoid his kiss, wincing slightly at the pain in her ribs as she breathed.
"Awwwwww," he said kinda sadly, "And I was so hoping for some love bites from you," he said and then laughed. He reached down for her arm and instead of grabbing it roughly it was actually a more gently grasp as he tugged her to her feet. "Come on, stand, don't tell me you are already tired from just that," he chuckled. He sighed then, "You wanna make a deal pet?" he asked her.
Sierra stumbled to her feet, and the instant she regained her balance she pushed him away, stepping back away from him. She didn't dare let on how much pain she was actually in from her ribs as she glared at him, arms crossed. But that was evident by the fact that she even considered the deal. She paused, her head tilting slightly as she considered him. "A deal." she said flatly, raising an eyebrow.