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Sep 07, 2014 03:39PM
Oraon's heart felt like it stopped when she held up Sierra in front of her. He growled but his eyes shifted back to their ice blue coloring. He didn't move as he looked from Raven to Sierra, a very angry look on his face. "What do you want exactly then, more money then what we agreed?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm but it faltered, growing a bit hoarse. He reminded himself that he had looked a long time for Sierra, he couldn't ruin it now and completely disregard his years of searching. He hated bowing to Raven though, he hated that she had something to use against him now.
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He growled and took a half step forward and then spoke slowly. "Why, you seem absolutely fine to me," he said in a low voice as he looked over her. "You don't seem to have any wounds and I'm guessing the job got done or you wouldn't be here," he said a bit boldly.
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He reached over and grabbed the money of the desk and then stepped closer to her and then reached out and handed the large wad of money to her. He was careful to not get to close or move quickly, not wanting Raven to get rough with Sierra. "There, now what else do you want?" he growled.
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Oraon chuckled. "I wouldn't exactly say that. I've just been busy thats all," he said as he looked over her and she took the money. "And besides, you seem to have two new boy toys, I wouldn't want to make them jealous," he said and smirked a bit even though he was still completely tense; his eyes drifting from Raven to Sierra.
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Oraon's eyes went blood red as she spoke and his whole body language changed, his face crunching and twitching to bare his teeth at her, his whole demeanor looking like he was definitely going to kill Raven. "Don't you dare threaten her," he snapped loudly, his voice booming and then echoing through the whole house a few times after he spoke. He glared, a deathly look on his face, revealing his usual completely blood lusted, cold blooded killer side. His chin lifted slightly as he looked at her, his hair moving away from his face. "Put her down now or I swear the last thing you'll see is going to be your own guts on the floor," he growled, his voice completely changing.
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Oraon growled at her and instantly he lunged forward and grabbed Raven's unused arm, his fingers tightening around her arm. "You should head my warnings Raven, drop her now," he growled, his teeth showing as he looked at her coldly. "You have no idea who I am, or what I'm truly capable of," he added, his face showing that he absolutely wasn't lying with a single word he said. "What ever you want I'll give you," he said in a calmer sweeter tone but his whole body didn't change, he still looked fiercer then he had before or when she had last fought him.
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Oraon was completely shocked as she spoke and he realized what exactly he had just done. He growled under his breath, "Damn it Raven....Damn it Sierra," he said under his breath. He couldn't go back on what he said now as he watched Raven leave. He stood at the edge of the top of the staircase and watched her, biting down on his lip hard and drawing dark almost black blood. "There better not be a scratch on her when I get her back," he hollered at her from the top of the stairs. He was holding himself back from going after her, knowing if he did he would only make it worse; but as he saw her leaving with Sierra he couldn't help the heart wrenching pain he felt.
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Oraon growled and then once she was gone he picked up the desk and then swung it into the railing of the stairs, shattering both the railing and the desk as they flew to the ground below. He let out an enraged roar as he stood there, cracks forming in the building as he started back into his room, his phone pulling out int one swift motion before he was dialing a number and talking to a young man on the phone. "I need you to tail Raven for me," he said.
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((Okay dockey, let's do that))
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((Lol okay. You need to post in Orders(both threads missy) with Nikki in Paw and Claw night club, and a I can't remember what the last and was. Anyways do that when your finished with your homework pretty please, I'll get moving here))
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((Wow, well hope to it then :D))
Oroan finished thanking Ainmire, nodding at the vampire. "I think we are even now correct?" Ainmire asked with a little tinge of growling in his voice. Oroan nodded solemnly and then walked Ainmire out before he turned into the living room, taking a breath in and sighing, eyes closing for a bit before he opened them and glanced down at the couch where Sierra sat after Ainmire had brought her back. He didn't really know what to say at first as he looked down at her, only that he felt a great joy in his heart that she didn't seem to be hurt in any way. "I'm glad that Ainmire was able to bring you back. Are you okay?" he asked quietly as he stood in front of her, one arm crossed over his body and the other on the back of his neck.
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((*gasp* Should they have turned her?))
((that sounds so cruel but maybe??? lol, you choose XD))
Oroan physically flinched at her harsh words, least they where harsh to him. He didn't look away from her though, knowing she was right about that. Frowning and biting the bottom of his lip before he crouched down in front of her, picking up the slight difference in the way she moved. The usual fire seemed covered, even though her words cut like they did before they seemed to had lost their sting. "I know your not here. I'm not asking you to be here, nor am I thinking you'll ever act remotely like her," he stopped for a moment to lick his lips, eyes fixed on her lowered gaze. "But as you're master I need to make sure my slaves are physically and emotionally healthy. And when slaves start lying to me like you just did it makes it only worse for you. Some one like you should know that by now," he said in a hard tone. He reached his hand up, using just the side of his hand to lift her chin a bit so her gaze was level with his. "Did they do anything to you?" his tone was fiery when he spoke, demanding to be answered as his eyes fixed hard onto hers.
Oroan physically flinched at her harsh words, least they where harsh to him. He didn't look away from her though, knowing she was right about that. Frowning and biting the bottom of his lip before he crouched down in front of her, picking up the slight difference in the way she moved. The usual fire seemed covered, even though her words cut like they did before they seemed to had lost their sting. "I know your not here. I'm not asking you to be here, nor am I thinking you'll ever act remotely like her," he stopped for a moment to lick his lips, eyes fixed on her lowered gaze. "But as you're master I need to make sure my slaves are physically and emotionally healthy. And when slaves start lying to me like you just did it makes it only worse for you. Some one like you should know that by now," he said in a hard tone. He reached his hand up, using just the side of his hand to lift her chin a bit so her gaze was level with his. "Did they do anything to you?" his tone was fiery when he spoke, demanding to be answered as his eyes fixed hard onto hers.
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Oraon looked over her as she tried to speak, staying crouched in front of her till she opened her mouth, presenting the fangs to him. Anger boiled in him as she started to cry, his eyes narrowing and turning red for a moment. He moved into the seat beside her, putting his arms around her and hugging her gently, trying to comfort her just the best he could. "I'm sorry. I should have protected you better," he said quietly, guilt and regret in his voice that he hadn't gone after him herself right when Raven took her. He was angry with himself and the people that had done this to her, no what those monsters had done to her. Monsters like him. He pulled away, she wouldn't want something like him hugging her, especially with what just happened. He stood up, glancing around the room for a moment and then bit down on his lip hard. "Do you want to go to your room, you can lay down there and..." he stopped, shaking his head as he felt the anger shake his body. "They'll pay for turning you into something you hate, I promise you," he stated, his eyes turning a flaming red as he left the room and moved into the kitchen, where he stayed to try and get control of himself, cursing himself in a low muttering voice.
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He lifted his head as she spoke, not noticing she had come in. His red gaze fixed on her before they faded to cold little blue hues again. He glanced around the kitchen and then motioned for her to sit on a bar stool. "I'll get you something you can handle, Fledgling wise," he stated quietly. Just the fact that she was a fledgling now worried him, he hadn't gone through it himself since he was a born vampire but he had seen newly vampires driven mad by blood-lust and they never came back from it. He moved to a smaller fridge and pulled out a small pack, his back to her the whole entire time as he pulled it open and then dripped the O blood into a coffee mug. He put it into the microwave and heated it up for a bit before he put in a little pack of syrup like stuff to the blood. Putting the lid onto it he stirred it with a few little twirls and then gave to her. "I put some flavoring in it so it should taste like chocolate, it will go down easier that way for your first time. Having it in a closed container kinda helps so, yea know, don't have to look at it," he stated as he lifted himself onto the island counter in the kitchen, sitting on it and watching her. "You shouldn't leave the house while your going through the Fledgling phase..." he told her a bit grimly as he watched her, wanting to make sure she actually drank and didn't try to starve herself.
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She knew there was no turning back once she passed this point. It was the moment that everything would truly change. If she took a drink, she was accepting her fate. At last she took a tiny sip and pulled back, making a face. Not because it was bad, but because her conscious mind told her she should be disgusted by it, no matter what her body and subconscious was saying. But even her conscious mind couldn't deny the deliciousness, or the urge that was driving her. She finishes the cup, licking her lips before setting it carefully aside. She never once looked up, never once protested. She took so much for so long, but apparently all the had to do was turn her for her to be as submissive as they'd tried to get her to be.
Oraon watched her drink, tapping his fingers along the table as he looked over her, a frown forming onto his face. When she finished he got down slowly and then moved to make her another drink, knowing she'd need quite a bit more than that for at least a while. "It lasts a couple months depending on how well you do, then you'll be able to control it," he stated. Finishing making the second on he moved back over to her, handing her the second serving before he used his other hand to tilt her head up a bit more. "You know it's not the end of the world. You're not a monster, it the decisions you make once your turned that decide that Sierra. It doesn't change who you or inside," he told her, hoping she would really hear what he was saying as he looked at her, gazing into her eyes as he spoke fore he took his hand away from her chin. He gestured for her to drink the second cup and then leaned against the counter again, watching her anxiously. He couldn't say that he understood how she felt, because really he didn't, but he did sympathize with what she was going through. Her whole life having to shift like it was now. "After you finish I'll take you up to bed," he stated, his eyes flicking from her to the cup.
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Now she had a fear. Sierra knew all about the crazy, savage fledglings. It was fairly common for them to come after the slaves, but they always ended up killing the slave they took, and within the hour. She knew the only way she could keep her sanity was with Oroan's help. But she wasn't a human anymore... No matter what the bracelet on her wrist that the others had never bothered to take off said, she was still a vampire now. The bracelet still claimed her as his slave, but would he want her anymore? She didn't like him, but all his past actions to her just didn't seem to matter as much anymore, so she didn't not like him. And she needed him. Slowly she stood up and crossed the room to stand in front of him. Wordlessly she leaned forward against him, burying her face in his shoulder. She was completely helpless, she knew. It was only with him she could change that, and she'd have to spend a lot of time with him to do that. She had to trust him.
Oraon watched her down the second drink and then glanced at the cup, setting it into the counter and then turned, glancing over her till she started moving towards him. He tensed, not really understanding why she was coming closer and he almost thought maybe it was to hit him till she leaned forward and suddenly he felt her bury her face into his shoulder. At first he was to frozen to react, muscles tense before he took a rather deep breath and let himself relax, arms hesitantly moving around her as he rubbed her back. "I'll try to make the the transition as smooth possible for you," he stated quietly, hugging her gently before he stepped back a bit, moving his hands to her shoulders to stand her up, lifting her chin up a bit. He kinda saw her as a kid now for some reason, or a pupil he was now trying to teach. Taking her hand he started to lead her out of the kitchen and back towards the stairs. "Come one, your going to be needing your rest, and I need to order blood now, I barely have any at the moment and your going to need a lot more," he stated as he lead her up the steps and into her room. It had been finished before but it had ruined he getting to see it when Raven showed up.
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Oraon watched her as he stopped at her room, turning his head and looking down at her as she spoke to him. The thank you caught him off guard but the hug really made him stiffen. Had changing really broke her that much? "You don't need to thank you know. If you need anything just ask," he stated as he watched her push the door open. He walked in behind her, leaving the door a jar behind him as he glanced around the room. "I didn't know what color you like so everything's kinda in shades of browns and greens, I hope that's okay," he stated as he looked around her knew room with her. Sucking in a breath he gaze one last look around and then headed back towards the door. "Remember I'm just one door over, if anything happens come get me," he stated before chewing on his lip a bit as he stepped out.
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Oraon nodded and then headed out of the room, closing the door softly behind him and leaned against it. He really needed to cool off after finding that out. His eyes turned back to the flaming red as he moved down the staircase, growling loudly and slamming a painting he never really liked anyways against the wall, completely shattering. It made him feel a bit better but really he needed to kill something, then he knew he would feel better. He ordered the maids to clean up the shattered remnants of the painting. He moved into the kitchen and opened up a new bottle of Rum he had delivered to the house with a few others, drinking it strait from the bottle as he glanced around the room. Quickly he made the call for the blood delivery, thought it felt odd to him to be doing it. Finally he settled down onto the couch, motioning for one of the younger maids tome over when his stomach growled. Sitting her down on the sofa beside him he pulled back the sleeve of her uniform, glancing over the long scars over her wrist. He made a note for later in the back of his head to get new slaves before he bit down into her wrist. When she pulled away and whimpered it only made him bite harder, sucking down almost to much as the girl passed out. He pulled back, licking his fangs clean of blood and then settling down to drink his rum as the other maids took the girl away. Even though he knew killing would make him feel better he didn't really feel like it, which was a first really. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey he ascended the stairs with his bottle of rum, and the other bottle of whiskey, coming to Sierra's door and knocking lightly on it. "You up?" he asked.
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He shrugged his shoulders, taking her actually opening the door as an invite and he walked in, not minding that she had taken his drink from him. "A bit drunk, you should have some of the whiskey, it'll calm your nerves. Just not to much," he stated as he turned back around to face her, noticing her lick her lips before shaking her head. It was a curious thing to see her to do and then he touched his lip, finding the bit of blood and then lifted his brow a bit before he sat down in one of the chairs. He glanced at his hand and frowned, remembering she had taken his drink. "Can I have the rum back at least? You can keep the whiskey, I brought that up for you," he stated with a bit of a grin before he hiccuped, catching him a bit off guard. "Apparently I'm more drunk than I realized," he chuckled, eyes lifting from his hand to her face. He licked his own lips, head tilting to the side. "You know at some point, you're going to have to practice drinking from something moving right? So you learn to control how much you drink and such?" he questioned before yawning.
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((dinner, be back on later to post))
((back, gunna post then shower))
Oraon drank down the bottle, stopping every-once in a while as she spoke to look up at her, nodding a bit as she said thanks. He downed the rest of the bottle, licking his lips and then leaning back in the comfy chair he was sitting in. He rolled his shoulders and neck, glad she seemed to be looking a bit more alert and alive as she drank, making him smile a bit. He tossed the empty bottle of rum in the trash and then looked over her, eyes scanning her up and down before he bit down on his bottom lip for a moment, deciding if he should say what he was thinking or not. "You can practice on me if you'd like. I mean it's not like you can really hurt me and I'm still strong enough to be able to pull you off if you lose yourself," he stated, slurring his words a bit as he spoke. No matter how many times he got drunk his immunity to it didn't seem to change at all.
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Oraon laughed rather loudly as he leaned back in his seat more and almost fell out but he was able to right himself again as he looked over her. "Drunk or not you wouldn't be taking advantage of me, it's my responsibility to guide you now, like it or not," he laughed, smiling at her. He looked over her for a moment though before he moved to stand, leaning on the chair a bit as he did though before shaking his head a bit. "However if that's how you feel while I'm drunk then I won't push you," he stated as he looked at her, standing rather close to her side. "It's not that it's my responsibility to help you know either. It's that I want you to be able to live as normal as possible, even after this has happened to you," his words slurred together but he still meant what he said as he started towards the door. "I'm going to bed now, see you tomorrow for breakfast," he chuckled.
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Oraon stopped as she stepped in front of him, looking down at her with interest, one eyebrow raised questioningly as she stood there. He swallowed down words he was about to speak, curious as to what she wanted as he studied her face, though he stiffened as she moved close, feeling her fingers lace together behind his neck, pulling him down closer as she kissed him. The mere magnitude of the fact that she had made him freeze on the spot, a sobering effect moving over his body as he pulled back looking at her with a completely confused look on his face. Really he didn't believe what just happened, happened. Not knowing what to say or what to do his mind turned back thoughts, trying to figure out if this genuine or if she was trying to play him as a fool. Only one way to find out right? Leaning in he lifted his hand to her face, cupping the side of her neck and head before kissing her gently along her lips, something innocent at least, testing her to see what exactly this moment was.
