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Aug 10, 2014 10:14AM
"Yes a deal...How about I do by you instead of leaving you to rot here with vampires and dhampires that don't appreciate your unkindness. If I do you come with me and all you'll be isy little entertainment. That means no breeding, no more ring fighting, mostly no more blood drinking. All you'd have to do is look pretty and entertain me beind the curtians," he said rather happily and looked over at her. He stuck his hand out for her to shake then and waited to see what she'd do.
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Sierra was a good deal more suspicious then that though. "And you really expect me to believe that you'll just leave me alone and laugh at my little jokes?" she snorted slightly. "I doubt you're the hands off type." she pointed out with a slight smirk. "Why would dealing with you be any better then the others? I can handle some of them. But you're mean." she pouted slightly, mocking.
Oraon grinned at her mockery. "Oh come now, you can't expect me to make the deal as sweet as pie. And I didn't say I was hands off," he stopped and grinned widder. "I said you'd have to entertain me still," he said and then gestured to himself to perhaps get his meaning more through to her. He tapped his chin at her question though and then sighed, "Hmmm, I won't eat you, and I like that your firey and so untamed, other would try to beat it out of you. With me you can be as snappy and as much of a fighter as you want to be. I only discipline when it's fun," he said and then he yawned and looked at his watch. "Either way you should hurry up, I do have a schedual and a whole house to run," he said as he looked from his watch to her.
Frowning slightly, Sierra considered. "But how often is it fun?" she asked him warily, not looking particularly thrilled. She realized that it was a better deal then she would get, but she still didn't trust him. Besides she wasn't exactly looking forward to the sore-ness that he had promised earlier.
He chuckled. "It deepends on what you want as fun," he said and then sat down on one of the small seats. "Tell me what you want to do then," he said as he lounged back.
Sierra considered him for a long moment. She sat on the edge of the other bench across from him, though she eyed him warily. "Well I want to just be left alone, but I don't see that happening." she smirked slightly. "So...." she gave a large sigh, raking her fingers through her Ginger hair as she looked at her shoes. "There are probably worse fates, I guess."
He chuckled. "Your pretty smart for a human. Does that mean you'll take the deal then?" he asked her as he looked over her. His eyes had been wandering the whole time over her, of course it wasn't like he cared if she noticed. He stood and pulled his hair back from his face as he waited for her answer.
With a sigh, Sierra raked back her ginger locks from her face, her hands fisting in her hair to betray her frustration and helplessness. Finally she released her hair and threw her hands up into the air. "Fine! Fine, fine." She said in resignation, getting to her feet. Despite her looks, it was a good deal less impressive then when he stood, since she was so petite.
He chuckled and then rubbed his chin as he noticed he had stumbled over a problem. "I do believe we skipped introductions. I'm Oraon Astaroth, Master of The Astaroth House. I do not believe I ever asked you your name," he said as he pulled keys out of his pocket and unlocked the inside of the One on One cell room door. After he unlocked it he turned and stood infront of it, waiting paciently.
She sighed as she strode out over toward him, looking up at him as she exited the room. "Sierra Lynn Adams." She said, then chuckled slightly as she shrugged slightly. "Master of.... These clothes." She said, bringing up the only things she really owned, glancing down at the black leggings and t-shirt as she spoke.
Oraon couldn't help but laugh at her comment and clapped his hands. "Bravo, looks like I got one with humar as well," he said and actually gave a real smile that quickly vanished as he paid the dealer. "We'll how do you like dresses?" he asked her as he walked beside her and then took her hand as he pulled out a bracelt and fasined it to her wrist. It was a very pretty black band with heavey set Amethysts and Rubies that covered the outside of the bracelt. "Don't take it off. If you do, other vamps and dhamps will think your a normal feeder, your not, got that?" he questioned with a lifted eyebrow. He scratched his head then, a ring flashing on his hand, or rather two rings flashed on his wedding finger before his hand moved back to his pocket.
"I don't." Sierra said flatly, stifling a shudder at the mere mention of dresses. They were so constricting and uncomfortable, not to mention the few times they'd thrown her in one, guys were just attracted more and it just ended worse for her. She didn't resist as he went for her wrist and she held it out silently. She listened as he explained everything and she raised an eyebrow, looking over at him. "Wait, does this bracelet mean that I technically belong to you-" She seemed to choke on the last words before she continued. "but I'll stay here?"
He couldn't help but laugh at her as she choked on her words. "No no no no, but I'm not always gunna be around you to keep all the rest of the men folk away from you. Nuuu," he made the ticking sound with his tongue again, "You'll stay with me at the Astaroth manor." He did sigh a little when she said she basically hated dress. "And that such a disappointment, you would look absulutly wonderful in a nice green silk dress, it'd bring out you eyes and your hair could get fixed up nice, bring out some more of those curls," he said as he started to speak absent mindedly. "The bracelt does identifie you as my Drudge, that's the reason they won't mess with you unless I have allowed it first," he said as he motioned for her to follow as he walked towards the exit for the Slave House.
Sierra paused in her words slightly as she followed him. "Ok, so..... if you have these made and people know about them, just how many Drudges do you have?" She asked in disbelief. She snorted slightly as he spoke about her in a dress. It wasn't a big enough deal that she would fight it tooth and nail, but she certainly would fight it. It just wouldn't be as huge of a deal as the stuff that she knew that he could actually do if he wanted to. And when possible, she would really like to avoid future pain.
He laughed again at her question. "None at the moment, they all passed away not to long ago. I had a break in and thats the first thing the scoundrels destroyed thinking they where vampires. Mostly its cause I have my crest on the bracelet. Go ahead, flip it over and look at the bottom of the bracelet, it's printed on the leather," he said and then looked over her with a small grin. He sighed then and shrugged his shoulders, "Besides that, if your wearing something expensive looking as that lower vampires won't even look at you.. You really should rethink the dresses, I have the most amazing silken ones imparted from China and Japan," he said.
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((crest http://i.imgur.com/NqXAA.png ))
"I really can't fight in a dress. Too constricting." Sierra said idly as she looked at the bracelet, not necessarily the crest, just studying it. A break in, huh? She couldn't decide if that was good or bad! It could offer a chance to escape, but then again... even she could only take on so many people at once. Escape or death. So. She decided that she didn't want a break in. The risk was way, way too high for her to be comfortable with it.
He chuckled at what she said and then shook his head. "Who said you'd be fighting in a dress?" he asked her and then grinned a bit more. He stretched more and then smiled a bit more as he opened the door to the outside. He looked over her and noticed she seemed to be studying the bracelet. "Do you like jewelry?" he asked her.
"Who said I wouldn't?" she challenged him, crossing her arms as she stepped outside. She always wanted to be ready to be in a fight. It was dangerous not to. She shrugged in response to his question. "Some. I'm not a huge fan of things like well, this though. Jewels everywhere and delicate chains aren't my thing."
He smiled a bit as she spoke. "Well, I said you wouldn't have to do anymore fights if you didn't want to didn't I?" he asked her and then lead her towards his 1967 Impla. "And you really should think about yourself more, you would look really nice in fancy stuff," he said as he opened the passenger door for her before he went over and got into the driver side of the car.
"And what if someone breaks in again while I'm in a dress? I know you probably really don't care if I live or die, but I don't want to die. There's no way I can ensure that I won't if I can't fight." Sierra told him unhappily, crossing her arms. He was confusing to her. First he had her rather abruptly meet the wall. Then he told her that she should have dresses, that he wanted to make sure no one messed with her, and now he was holding the door open for her? what?
He tilted his head a little. "Oh come on, just get in the car at least," he said with a small chuckle. "And I want you in a dress so, when we get back you can pick one but you have to have a dress on. It's proper for a lady," he said and then grinned at her. He sat in the front seat then, waiting for her to get in and close the passenger door so he could drive. "Besides that if you can be at least half of a good girl I'll take you to the party...well I guess its more of a ball at the manor. Or you could of course stay locked in my room all night instead," he said with a big grin.
"I don't want to go to a party." Sierra said flatly, sitting in the car and slamming the door shut behind her angrily. "So that doesn't really work for a threat." She smirked slightly as she shot him a glare. She crossed her arms angrily, "Parties and dresses can go burn. I'd rather sleep." She snapped. But she didn.'t mention the fact that she hadn't really had much sleep lately
He chuckled before starting the car. "You do understand what I meant about you being locked in my room right?" he asked her with a lifted eyebrow as he started forward and pulled the car out of the parking lot.
Sierra paused for a moment to think, and it only took her an instant before she realized and shot him a fierce glare. She knew she probably should have realized it sooner. She hated him a lot, but she was a smart girl. "It's going to happen eventually." she pointed out unhappily. Atleast this way she would avoid a party in the process.
He laughed when she said that and then shrugged. "Eh, giving you some time to actually rest a little would probably be a better idea however though. Sleeping conditions aren't exactly good in a cell," he said and then smiled a bit as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
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((post at his Place?))
She snorted slightly and rolled her eyes. "And just how the hell would you know what it's like being in a cell?" she snapped at him, crossing her arms. She didn't really want to look a gift horse in the mouth, and she did want to sleep, but she was suspicious.
He chuckled and then shrugged. "Probably cause I've been in a cell for a long time before," he said and didn't look at her then. He rubbed the two rings on his hands then and then shrugged. "Longer then I would have wished," he added as they pulled into his driveway.

Louqui and Demi ventured down the corridor, getting the feel of the layout. Louqui was on guard despite the fact both were pretending to be human workers, slaves of course, both had their weapons hidden in their clothing though. Demi on the other hand was noting the safest and quickest route in making escape plans for any situation that was to arise. Eventually they turned and both momentarily froze, seeing the entrance to feeder holding cells. The twins exchanged looks, Louqui smirking mischievously and Demi ended up rolling her eyes but nodded to her brother. With that they both ventured forward and into the area, upon entering they heard the sobs of what sounded to be a young woman and without a second thought on Louqui's part he followed the sound with Demi trailing after him.

Louqui and Demi soon ventured into the entrance and Louqui froze upon seeing the curled up crying girl. Demi ended up running into him and groaned, "really?" she hissed at him in a whisper before she realized he wasn't replying or frankly focused on her. Demi glanced over to see Vee and her eyes widened, though they shouldn't be too surprised but they just didn't see many feeders, especially feeder kept in these kinds of places. "What do we do?" Louqui asked his sister in a hushed tone and Demi knew he'd want to get her out of here but they didn't accommodate for such a thing.

Louqui eyes widened at the girl's words, growing angered, more so than he previously was. He hated vampires, they expected the human race not to lash out after lowering them to this. "We're not going to hurt you," he spat out, pissed because that was her state of mind and it shouldn't be, "we're nothing like those monsters," he snarled. Demi grabbed her twin's upper arm, tugging him back to stop him, she could tell he was only going to further frighten the girl. Demi then looked at her, "what he means is we're human like you, we don't want to hurt you," she stated, trying to puzzle this out. She didn't think they could get her out safely, but the hunter would be coming back to raid this place but the question was, would she be able to survive until then.

Demi gave the girl a small smile, "we're here cause..." she drifted off and looked at her brother. Louqui glanced at his twin, raised a brow before he huffed, sighed and nodded, "I know," before he turned and left the room to check and make sure no vampires were near. He whistled softly to tell her it was all clear. Demi turned back to the girl, "we're vampire hunters, we're here scaling the place for a raid we're about to do," she told the girl. She really shouldn't be telling her but she's not telling the girl how or when this is going to happen so hopefully that was good enough. "I'm sorry about my brother, he can get quite upset seeing what the vampires have done to the human race, it pisses him off," she explained.

Demi nodded, "that's our plan, well that and kill the vamps here," she said. Despite what Demi said she'd rather live in peace with the vampires, she knew all of them must not be so bad, just like humans, there were some good and some just terrible but at the moment it wouldn't be something that could occur. Demi nodded in agreement as Louqui soon returned to the room, standing behind Demi and was more calm than before. Demi bit her lip when the girl asked this, "I don't think we can get you out now, not without risking us all being caught," she explained, "but when we return, I promise we'll get you out," Demi stated, her fatal flaw beginning to show, her inability to say no, to help everyone she sees. "You just have to stay strong for a little longer, do you think you can do that?" she asked, hoping she could. If Demi could she'd be dragging the girl out now but that would risk everything.

Demi's eyes narrowed a bit, brows furrowed, confused to what the girl was saying, why would she be beaten up? Vampires needed slaves alive, if it was all beaten... did she mean them? No of course not. "Stop it," she barked out simply, "we're going to come back, if we try and get you out now, you'll die, I'll die, my brother will die as well, I can't risk all of our lives," she stated, "nor will I risk compromising our mission right now which would risk everyone else's lives, please understand that," Demi urged.
Louqui sighed and strode forward, "girl, we're all just blood bags to them, they don't care, all you have to do right now is do what you've been doing thus far for a few more days, once we return and free you, you'll have days upon days of freedom from the monsters, isn't a few more days in torture and then becoming free much better that trying today and dying?"
Louqui sighed and strode forward, "girl, we're all just blood bags to them, they don't care, all you have to do right now is do what you've been doing thus far for a few more days, once we return and free you, you'll have days upon days of freedom from the monsters, isn't a few more days in torture and then becoming free much better that trying today and dying?"

Louqui shrugged, "your call," he stated, "but I'm not risking my sister because you can't hold your own," he drawled, hands behind his head and stiffened when he heard the noise. They weren't supposed to be in here. He looked at Demi who's eyes had widened and the pair darted on either side of the wall, beside the door to enter the holding cells. They didn't exactly have anywhere else to hide. Demi glanced over and nodded at Louqui. Both knew if they were caught they were good as dead so killing whoever was coming was the only way to go. Loqui got out his holy water bomb and his silver dagger, Demi then slid out her katana, holding it as her side.

Demi and Louqui were already facing Vee, knowing that it wouldn't walk slowly past the door, no normal vampire did that. They however didn't expect for him to bit her that fast. Either way, both vampire hunters ignored what she was trying to tell them. Louqui immediately chucked the holy water bomb into the vampire's back, causing it to explode and burn the vampire. Louqui was then right behind it, stabbing it right through the heart, forced it's jaw open to release the feeder and shove it away towards Demi, holding his dagger which he tore out. Once the vampire stumbled towards Demi, she swiftly sliced it's head off and used the large piece of clothe she wore over her worker slave clothes. She used that to cover the neck and head of the vampire, mainly for the feeder's benefit. Demi then rushed over to her, Louqui having caught her before she could fall but Demi checked her pulse. "Louqui, did we bring the gauze?" she asked and Louqui shook his head.

Demi looked at Vee, "we couldn't leave, it's not in our nature. We don't give up or turn our backs on anyone," she stated and gave the girl a tender smile. She then ripped off a strip from her shirt to take care of the bite from the vampire. She wrapped it and put some pressure on the wound afterwards. Louqui kept his hold on her, glancing at the vampire that they needed to burn or they could all be in serious shit. "We still have to leave though," Louqui spoke, "was he a regular, are there more?"

The twins both ignored what she said, they shouldn't have, therefore they didn't. Louqui gently laid her down on the ground and then went over to drag the body and head out of the room to burn the body in the hallway, using the cloth afterwards to clean up the blood. While he did that Demi stayed with Vee, putting pressure on the wound. "Well, I'm going to hide a holy water bomb and a silver dagger on you, use them if your life is on the line," Demi instructed, grabbing those things and tucked them away onto her person but out of sight. "Remember they're there, but sleep now, you'll need it."

Demi looked at Vee, "know that you can't hesitate once you decide to use them, don't think just do, otherwise you'll mess up," she advised softly. Demi lightly probed the wound before leaving it alone while Louqui was out in the hall burning the body and the cloth, using his extra holy bomb to cover up the scent. Demi thought about this and shrugged, "I doubt they'd ask you but if it happens, you don't know anything, he drank from you, then left in a hurry pissed and you managed to wrap your wound before you passed out, got that?"
