It didn't take long for Damien to prepare the two of them a decent meal. It was, after all, his job. The kitchen didn't have much to work with anyway, and in the end they had a simple dish of bacon and eggs. Placing a full serving on the table, the butler directed Angela to her seat before sitting down next. He bent down towards his food, eyeing it for a few seconds....before completely going all out and ripping it apart as he would any human. To say the least...his manner skills were atrocious.

Looking up and grinning, he raised an eyebrow in puzzlement when he noticed the young Croffin staring at his...er, eating habits. "Yes, my lady? Did you want some more?"

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"Good..." Vincent chuckled to himself as he heard that familiar and dull voice of hers. Just another testament that she was completely under his will and word. "Come here Selene...you deserve a reward for all of your hard work towards me."

Leaning forward, he gently led the maid to the edge of the bed where he held onto her tightly while gently nudging her hair. Of course, they both knew it was false affection. There was no telling if Selene's mission was a success or failure. But for now, Vincent saw no reason not to indulge the inhuman maid at least for a while.

"And, what of my dear and beloved sister?"

Angela was excited to eat and was ready. Until she happened to look up and saw Damien....uh...devouring his food. Her thoughts instantly went back to when he ate those men. He was eating in such a fashion you'd think he was ripping someone apart.

She was staring at him in disgusted silence until he noticed her gaze. Before he asked if she wanted some more. She was quite quick to reply.

"No! I'm fine." She then took a spoonful of eggs into her mouth. Yet, she still looked lady-like. A skill she'd mastered in het childhood in order to eat quickly yet still have her parent's approval on her mannerisms.
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Selene mentally smiled when he praised her. Though, she didn't dare let it show on her face. She was curious though, as to what her reward would be. She allowed him to lead her to the bed.

He then pulled her into a hug? She was surprised though she'll admit, she was given a sense of comfort. Even though she knew it was of false security and affection as there was no actual telling how the job went. Though, she took what she could.

"I gave the guys you requested the go ahead for killing your sister like you said. They are very good at what they do so I believe your sister should be taken care of."

Not taking much mind to his Lady's words, Damien continued devouring his share like an animal...only to pause once more as he witnessed Angela's more....refined eating style. Frowning, he took upon his hand his own fork and knife, carefully cutting the eggs into squares.

Well this was no fun.

Boring...who'd want to cut into their prey like this? On that note, the butler looked at the utensils once more before trying again, this time with more vigor and enthusiasm. Yes, it certainly felt good, didn't it? It was almost like cutting thorough flesh! Dissecting his enemies until they were nothing but bloody piles of crimson stains on the floor!

Yes...yes! ....another pause as he realized his Lady was no doubt having metal scars because of his behavior. Placing the utensils down for the final time, Damien turns his crimson gaze on his young master, fully focusing on her methods and style.

"My Lady, perhaps it is best to copy your way of consumption?"

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A soft ringing interrupted the moment, if one could call it that. Reaching over the bed, Vincent located the telephone on the dresser before picking it up. His eyes narrowed at the words from the other end.

"Yes....yes I understand. Very well."

Hanging up the device, he directed a frown right at Selene. "I just received word of your little mission. It seems everyone's dead. Everyone, that is, except sister dearest." He went silent to give the maid a few sepcnds to ponder that implication and let it soak in.

Call it convience, bad luck, or even a reverse Deus EX Machina. The fact remained that one other member of the Croffin name was still breathing alive. Selene had failed. Even still, he recovered himself enough to flash his servant a smile.

"I guess your men weren't the best after all. Still, I am curious as to how they found themeselves dead instead. Well, it doesn't matter." He held onto to Selene tighter now and whispered into her exposed ear.

"Everyone else is gone, so I guess you did something right. Don't worry my beloved. I'm in a happy mood. I won't punish you tonight." A sadistic smirk twisted itself onto hiis face.

"Much."

Angela was eating her meal in peace when she so happened to look up. Only to see Damien copying her movements in eating. She paused for a moment in order to take in the sight. He looked almost......normal.

If she didn't know any better she'd think he was simply a handsome man with strange eyes. She shook it off smiling to herself before she resumed her meal. And not long after she felt the burning gaze.

She looked up at him only to see him watching her intently. Watching her movements. She stopped eating raising an eyebrow in question. He responded by asking if perhaps he should copy her ways of eating.

She placed down her utensils before looking at him with the same level of intensity. It would be fantastic actually. But, she didn't want to force him to change or anything. Then again, it was his decision.

"If that's what you'd like than sure." She didn't want to force him to change.
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Selene had heard the phone rang and didn't bother listening in. Her master didn't like when she invaded his privacy. When he hung up he turned to her with a frown she desperately wanted to erase.

He told her her mission failed and that his sister lived. When Selene heard this her blood boiled with anger. How could this be?! Those men were the best in the entire town. How could they fail to kill one girl?!

But, her anger melted away slowly as he smiled at her. Before commenting on how her men apparently weren't the best. But, what caught her attention was the fact the men were dead. How did they die? There was no way that girl killed them. She probably could barely hurt a fly, none the less kill a human.

But, those thoughts also slipped away when he pulled her closer and whispered in her ear. He said how at least everyone else was dead and that he wouldn't hurt her. This caused her to relax in his arms from the tense position they were in.

Or at least until he finished with a 'much'. Causing her eyes to widen. She knew it was too good to be true. She tensed up before she forced herself to stay calm. She's used to pain by now. She's trained her body to become numb to it.

She took a deep breath before pulling away and sitting straighter. "I accept my punishment. Do what you must."

His eyes narrowed. Damien could read his master like a book. As a butler though, wasn't that his job? "There is no need to feel concerned about me, my Lady. I simply wish to become more presentable in your gaze. As for the enemies of Croffin, do not think I won't hesitate to rip them apart in the bloodiest manner shown to men!" He declared such a statement like a king. "My species glorified in the art of such deeds."

Species? This was new. The first time he had mentioned more like him in general. Just what was he exactly anyway? A demon? Some kind of being from another world?

"Yes...my kind were labeled as the bloodiest of servants..."

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Vincent's perverse smile widened as she verbally approved and accepted her punishment. Getting up from the bed, he entered the other room to fetch the much needed supplies for such an ordeal. When he returned, he held within his grip long coils of rope and his signature black revolver.

He spared no time in quickly binding his maid, knotting her wrists and ankles altogether. As expected, she neither protested or struggled. Laying atop her now, eyes shining widely, he brought the gun up and began tracing it across her cheek and neck.

"You really are beautiful Selene," he murmured. "But it's your powers that intrigue me the most." Cocking the gun, he pointed it right at her head. "I could pull the trigger, right here and now, but you would just regenerate your brain."

He aimed at her chest next. "What about here? A bit more messy, but you can still heal yourself, right?" He then lodged the barrel into her mouth, forcing it open. "And here....your species is truly marvelous Selene."

Without another word, Vincent pulled the trigger.

A loud bang vibrated off the walls of the small hotel. Nothing. It was a blank cartridge. Placing the gun on the dresser, Vincent produced a fresh knife instead.

"As if I'd ever waste a shot on a failure like you," he said coldly. He struck once on her exposed cheek and watched the inhuman blood seep outward with fascination.