Blood splattered upon the man's face, William's blood. Blood that William thought he would never see agan, even upon his death. This however wouldn't be his death, actually far from it. With his right hand William removed the spike from his chest as the man went for the taped up window. It was easy to predict since it was insurance for humans to make sure they had killed any vampire they had thought they subdued. Rule 1: Always burn the body. William knew the rules, he grew up with the rules. Just as the man reached for the window William had his arm and pulled the man to his knees despite the man's strength. His strength was great for a human but it was a joke for vampires.

"Really Christopher?" William held up the silver spike so that the man could see the necklace and he held it extremely close to Chris's face as if the man was allergic. William let go of the man but Chris remained on his knees and began to kiss William's feet but his master pulled away. "Do you believe in God?" William asked aloud and the man shook his head "Would God really allow this?" Christopher asked. "You don't believe in God and you thought this would work, maybe God doesn't believe in you" William said before he sank his teeth into the man's neck. The man let out a loud grunt but nothing more as his skin grew extremely pale.

Emiliano

Emiliano chuckled at the angry young man's words. He clearly did not like Emiliano at all and the vampire could tell this one would be trouble already.

"I understand your reservations, but I can assure you, the experience of feeding can be quite...pleasurable."

The other one's response was much more desirable. Not only did he seem genuinely grateful for the room, but he was even willing to let Emiliano feed from him. This was such a delicious arrangement.

Emiliano smiled softly at the boy. "That is a very noble offer. Perhaps taking turns is a better idea."

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Callum

The way the vampire crawled up the bed reminded him of a lion, ready to devour its prey. He flinched when it grabbed him and...nuzzled his hair? Nestled securely between the vampire's legs, Callum watched as it literally shoved its face in between the girl's breasts and promptly fell asleep.

What do I do? He's just...cuddling with us?

Callum tried to keep perfectly still. The awkward positioning of his body made him blush hard for a few minutes, but when the girl spoke, he carefully craned his neck to look at her.

"My name is Callum," he said very softly. "Is this...what vampires normally do with slaves?"

"Yeah for you maybe, but if you think that's a good idea then alright. Though I would prefer to be in the forest right now." He muttered despite the last part being an after though more so than anything else. The faint growling, that came from his stomach, was a much needed distraction from what's going on. Of all the time he had to be remembered when the last time he ate. 'You got to be kidding me. At lease I could hunt if I'm hungry... if I still had my bow.' Azuriel thought when he had to bite his tongue from asking. The last thing he wanted was to become dependent on a vampire to survive after having to take care of himself and one other. And how he had to wait when the vampire gets hungry again, to regret ever agreeing to taking turns.

Leland barely suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at the boy. That last comment was inexperienced and uncouth, and if he ever hoped of getting back to those woods he'd learn to bite his tongue when speaking to the beasts. Being born as a rogue was a dangerous for a slave--they'd already be distrusted, having been born outside of the conditioning auctioning homes and orphanages put slaves through at a young age.

It had taken him three years before he'd been given a mark of approval by his slave trainers; the first was spent screaming and fighting and crying honest tears, the second spent in broken, genuine silence. The third year he perfected the way to serve a vampire, learning what tone of voice was too obviously a cover-up, which ones leaked his bitterness through, whether the creatures had pity for a stumbling, scared and shy slave or respected a protective, loyal and brave one. From his experience, they wanted neither; an emotionless, conditioned etiquette was believable, but still submissive enough to be sold.

Shaking his head to bring himself back to present, he addressed the well, yet loosely dressed vampire in front of him. "Thank you, whatever you wish, Master." He adjusted his cuffs and moved to kneel beneath the beast.

"You'll learn soon enough," Emiliano said to the disgrunted boy, "that I am perfectly capable of treating my slaves to their desires...once my trust has been earned."

He could hear the boy's stomach growling. "If you're hungry, you're more than welcome to see what the kitchen has to offer. That is, with the proper supervision." Emiliano clapped his hands and a vampire servant appeared at the door to lead the way for the hungry one.

"As for you," he said, turning his attention to the boy kneeling in front of him, "I think I'll bring you upstairs to my room for this. I like a little privacy when I feed." Emiliano took the boy's hand and helped him stand before placing a light kiss on the back of it. With that, he turned and led the boy out of the room, making sure he wouldn't stray with a firm but gentle hand on the back of his neck.

"So, tell me your name," he said softly as they ascended the stairs.

Dim glances at the woman to be their master, not use to actually being paid any attention at all. As she questioned who to might first he shrugs, "Well, Madam or Master...I suppose I can go first, I've had more to eat then my sister at the moment." He thought to explain more on how their father would try to starve his sister but why would a vampire care about those details. Glancing at his sister he wonders what he suppose to do now, he never seen a vampire feed only heard stories from the human who would pick up the food from the farm that the old vampire loved to hunt his feeders around his mansion and then would drink from their wrist as a way to watch the feeders face. "Do I start running?" He had also heard that each vampire is different so maybe this one enjoys something complete different, he steps forward figuring that could be the best move right now.

Grabbing the bags from her brother, she sets them down by her and waits for someone to tell her what to do. She had stopped doing things on her own at a very young when her father would just have a screaming fit about it; to save herself the annoyance of someone scream she decided to just stand by until given an order. Airi glances around the kitchen wondering if she would be working in here or do feeders do something out, she stops on one of the humans standing in the shadow at them and questions the hatred in their eyes; their mother had told her one night that humans use to be free and in control of the world and so sometimes you can run across a human who wants to kill the vampires but that there a few who seem to fall in love with the vampires and hate other humans who take their master eyes off them. She looks the human up and down trying to figure out which hatred this one could be feeling, as she meets their eyes they shake their head before turning around and moving off to whatever task they are assigned too. She turns away glancing back at their new master, *Deadly Beauty*, she always given people nicknames in her head and likes the one she came up for their master.

This was a bit on the strange side, yes, but it wasn't the worst that could happen, she supposed. Now somewhat situated in her spot, she closed her eyes and allowed her eyes to drift off to her co....warmer, the smile on her lips finally settling in right and relaxing as she stifled a laugh for the sake of keeping the one she called "Master" from being stirred. His question bought up a point -- Vampires weren't well-known for cuddling their slaves, as much as they were for brutally murdering them through the draining of their blood or rage-induced violence...Though none of those words ever stuck to Eika long enough for her to remember much past a household never being quite this close as the two of them were to him right now.
"No. But I do not think this is all bad...It's much nicer here than anywhere else in the house. Soft and warm. ...I...Would like to ask you a question though."

...Something bothered her, yes. Just a little thing that she couldn't understand quite so. ...It was ah...It was his words. The words he had spoken before, the terror he had had...They made no sense to her in the slightest as she thought back on it now.
"...You...Spoke out against him with a peculiar anger. ...I do not think that our Master has ever done much in the ways of trying to harm us directly or indirectly. So I would like to ask why it is that...you seemed to quick to want to lash out against him, despite his uhm...strange ways of treating us in this particular moment."
He'd probably stare at her as if she was deficient in the head, but she honestly didn't get it. Thus, why not take the time to learn a bit of the other spectrum of views based upon vampires from a human being that couldn't quite run away from the conversation?

One of the other slaves that belonged to Momo opened the door and looked at Nyx. When he opened the door, the first thing that (probably) could be seen was a collar, blue and blinking, around his neck. "Mistress was waiting for you to arrive, she said you are late. Please enter, after she is done with her other new slaves, she will meet you in the den." The male slave stated and stepped forward. he seemed well groomed, a good weight and very analytical in his speech. Once they entered the den, he pointed to a seat near the fireplace and let out a small sigh. "Please sit, she will be with you soon. There is tea in the mini kettle next to the seat, on the table, help yourself." He stated to Nyx, and then walked out of the room, leaving her there.

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Momo smiled at Dimi as he offered himself up and giggled ever so slightly, a bit like an insane homeless would. "Wonderful~" She stepped forward again and sniffed at his neck, closing her eyes for a second. “A virgin…” she whispered, not specifying what she meant. She pulled her fangs out, and within seconds she sunk her teeth into his neck, putting her hand on his other shoulder to hold him in place. She was sure he would react in an unwell manner, and she didn’t mind. It’s not like someone could get used to something so quickly, right?

It was warm, Callum supposed. Stiflingly so. His heart had finally slowed to a more relaxed pace, figuring he really wasn't in any danger at the moment. He glanced up at Eika when she spoke.

"I thought he was planning on doing...something else entirely to us. Didn't you think so, too? You can't tell me you would have been fine with that."

He sighed and averted his eyes to the far wall. "I'm not a fan of vampires. The only thing I've ever known from them is cruelty and destruction. The way I see it, we're nothing but food to them...and a source of warmth for this one, I suppose. Our emotions, wants, and needs don't matter anything to them if they stand in the way of getting blood because, in the end, we're just objects, right? It just doesn't seem fair to me."

Azuriel nodded when finally left the servant he had called over. After leaving the dungeon, he followed the servant to the kitchen to see what kind of food there is. Wild strawberries caught his eye when he searched through the pantries. "Its been awhile since I last had some of these." He said with a slight smile, while forgetting that someone was with him. Grabbing a few Azuriel sat down and ate them as he looked around. The kitchen was one of the fanciest looking one he saw. Then again, now that he thought of it, its the only fancy looking kitchen he ever saw before. His parents only had a dirt floor and a campfire to cook anything since they were both rouges and had twins born away from any vampire that the would make them slaves. That is something, despite all their hard work, they didn't managed to stop from happening. "I could always sleep again until I'm needed or bloody something." He muttered and he ate some more strawberries before he took some apples.

Leland's neck tingled where it touched him. He didn't fancy being touched, honestly, it made him feel nervous. And what was with kissing his hand? There'd been many a strange thing vampires had done around him, but kissing wasn't one of them...yes, he'd had their lips on his neck before, draining him of the life-sustaining fluid that kept both of them animate, but they'd never shown any signs of affection while doing so. It threw him off. His mind was buzzing, trying to analyze what that meant, what the intention behind it was.

"Leland. Leland Albrecht." He glanced over at the vampire as they ascended the stairway. He felt uncomfortable, wanting to roll the hand off his neck but cautious of angering the man. "May I ask...what the Master's name is?"

"It is Emiliano de Vic," the vampire said with a small smile. "But I would rather you refer to me as your master." He could sense Leland was uncomfortable, but he didn't take the hand away. He wanted his slaves to get used to his touch.

When they reached Emiliano's room, the vampire held open the door for Leland before following him inside and shutting it behind them. As he gazed at the boy, he ran his tongue over one fang in anticipation. The faint percussion of the mortal's heart was enough to make his mouth water. There was another desire just boiling under the surface of his skin, but Emiliano decided it might be best to save that for a later date.

"I don't want you to feel nervous," Emiliano said, stalking up to Leland. He took his slave's hand again and brought it up to his mouth, this time brushing his lips lightly over the tender wrist. "You will get used to my touch soon enough."

With that, the vampire bit down quickly to minimize the pain. Once the initial punctures were made, he retracted his fangs and began to drink, not letting a single drop of blood escape his lips. A refreshed feeling immediately washed over him and he shuddered. Leland certainly tasted beyond satisfactory.

Nyx stood in the drizzling rain, her coat managing to bounce most of the drops away but some still found their way past her defences. She simply sighed and crossed her feet slightly before the door swung open. In its place was someone who she initially thought to be her master, even though she heard it was a woman. Noticing the collar, she suddenly realised that he was a slave - and what a slave he was. He was well kept, nicely groomed and packed some muscles. He was also quite hot so Nyx felt a little reassured knowing her mistress had an appetite.

With a nod, she trailed after his broad strides and tried to keep up with her small and rather dainty frame. Her parents must have knew that they would be killed off if they refused to have another child, so her naming was their way of giving their daughter a bit of a good-luck charm in life. Her namesake, the Goddess of night was a shadowy figure in Greek mythology but she was also very powerful. So much so, that even Zues feared her. Maybe that was what her parents were striving to achieve in her?

She didn't know of course, so instead of bombarding her mind with any more questions, she moved over to the fireplace but didn't take a seat. Slaves were never regularly offered seats so she thought it was a bit of a trick and decided not to fall for it. Instead, she poured herself out some tea and sipped it as she stood and stared into the fire.

Christopher tried to manage a shriek of terror but it was muffled by William's hand as the man's body fell to the floor and William pulled back. He looked to the window which he had managed to prevent being unraveled "Get a new one and everyone gets jealous." he spoke to himself before grabbing one of Chris's legs. He then began walking towards the basement, dragging the body down a flight of stairs before he cleared his throat. He made his voice softer before speaking "Hurry up everyone!" He said and for a moment only, there was a smile on all of the slaves' face when he opened the door. Their smile faded when they saw him and he tossed in Christopher with a single hand as if the man was nothing. When the man plopped down on the ground the light went off as did the air conditioners. "You fight for freedom but this is as close to freedom as you can get. The same freedom you imposed upon cattle for feeding and milking purposes." William's voice had returned to normal and it howled through the entire basement.

He closed the door behind him and locked it, they had ventilation but they would be just as hot as it was outside as punishment. It was how he rewarded failed assassination attempts. William sighed "Ugh, And somehow I managed to buy yet another one who'll await my demise" he said as he waited for the human delivery services.

This wasn't what either she or her brother was taught by their parents. Run and hide...rely on the earth to provide for you and fight as if your life depends on it. She heard rumors about what vampires do to rouges that managed to escape, and even what they do to children that was born outside their control. Raphael found herself sitting in some kind of vehicle being transported to a vampire that brought managed to buy her. Azuriel's bow was still in her lap, someone must have thought it useless without any arrows so they let her keep it. Every time she tried to ask about where he's at, she was promptly rewarded with a slap. The vehicle stopped, and she was all but pulled out of the car and through the door of the fancy building in front of them, with the man receiving a look that basically told him 'touch me one more time and we'll see what will happen.'. When the door closed behind her, Raphael quickly looked around for a spot where she can hide. "I need to hide. God only knows what will happen if this vampire finds out that I wasn't born into this." She whispered while she managed to wedge herself behind a bookshelf. When people see her the first time, they always mistaken her as a feminine looking young man because of how she dresses herself. Rarely talking doesn't help with the thoughts at time.

"I don't feel nervous at all, Master." Leland watched as the vampire bit into his wrist and shuddered. He wasn't, after all; this was the part he was prepared for the most, as it was universal among all vampire/slave pairs. Emiliano could have looked like a hippie and Leland still would have expected being fed from. There was something off about his new master, however, something different from the detached old creature he'd been owned by before...he couldn't quite put his finger on it

Waiting until Emiliano was done, he let his stiff wrist go limp in the vampire's hands, feeling a bit vertigo come on. Bracing his swaying body on the wall, he asked, "Am I up to your standards?"

As the vampire slept, holding onto his two new human slaves...his let out a small sound, before clutching onto his female human more tightly. Lifting his head slightly, his face was now settled at the nape of her neck, as he muttered distressingly in his sleep, "...no...don't take...my most beloved...!" Very lightly, Karl let out another small, strangled sort of cry. Even with the humans held to his body by his arms and his legs, he seemed to move rather restlessly, but evidently very must still unconscious.

Airi turns away from her brother not wanting to see teeth sink into his neck, she moves off towards the hall where the other human had disappeared too; staring down the hall she glances at the decoration lit lamps every few feet and a dark red carpet running down the middle of the hallway so you can still see part of the wooden floor. She takes a step into the hall but does move further just in case she not suppose to be leaving everyone sight yet. They had been told by the pick up man that each master was different and though some good appear nice but if you disobey them then its like your worst nightmare coming true. She wondered where he got these stories from since he had also told them once that he only been with the old vampire. She turns back towards her brother watching his body seem to sink into Momo, she turns away not wanting to see anymore knowing soon, maybe even tonight, she would be in that position herself.

Dim had heard that being fed on could hurt or it could feel wonderful, one guy had told him it was a pleasure to be fed on but considering that guy was the old vampire favorite and never left his side he figured he was a little bias. He holds still as he feels the points the teeth on his skin, his body jerks as they sink in and the primal part of his brain tells him to run from this monster but he shakes the thoughts away knowing if he was to run he would be killed. He had seen it happen once when the pick up guy had part a new person to the farm as training to replace him, but the new guy had tried to escape to join the rogue humans; the new guy had picked the wrong day since the old vampire was there to check on them to make sure they were doing their jobs. He feels his body sink into as if his life was being drained out, his eyes closes as he grows tried and his thoughts stop, like a black screen on the television.

When the door opened, Raphael would hear nothing from inside. The only sounds would be that of the air blowing into the house. Just like the outside, the walls of the inside of the house were entirely white with the floor being a solid onyx black. One would think that she had been brought into a vacant house. Silence. There was complete silence in the house, or at least it sounded like it at first. If she listened closely she could hear voices, incapable of discerning what they were saying or where they were coming from. It sounded more like very light humming, with musical notes in the background. The voices were in harmony and only incomplete silence when she was calm would she be able to hear the light music playing. Viderunt Omnes. The voices weren't truly saying anything in English, they seemed at first that they were. Anyone in their right mind would think that they were singing in an old forgotten language.

The house had two floors, two besides the basement of course. The first floor was pretty standard with a well furnished living room, dining room and a room that was locked shut. The book-room was located on the second floor and the amount of books in it was massive. For each genre there was a book or two. The books weren't alphabetized, instead they were separated and organized by genre. Each genre had the same amount of books which made it impossible to tell by looking which he enjoyed reading the most. The air was cool in the house, about 73 degrees, and the house was well ventilated. Despite how white the walls were they were covered in shadows due to the taped up windows.

Suddenly she would hear the sound of a key being pressed, a key from an instrument called a piano. One of the very few that still existed in good working condition. She would hear another key, then another, and then another but it sounded like he was playing for the first time. Like an amateur but not quite as terrible. It was clear that the sound of the piano could be heard more strongly from the first floor inside the dining room. There he sat facing the piano which was made of red oak which made it stand out in a white house. He was wearing a casual red shirt and black jeans which matched his black hair and red eyes. "I was told you were good at hiding but you are out your element. I know every nook and cranny of this house. As well as all the good hiding places. You can come out and introduce yourself or I can show you just how well I am at finding things." his voice traveled throughout the house. Loud, yet there was no sign of irritation in his voice.

This silence in this house is not natural for anyone to live in. It was basically void of life from what she saw. The silence that the forest gave off was more of a calm silence, not a unnerving one. A sound of faint humming drifted to ears, and caused her to silently leave her hiding spot. Instincts that was driven into her head took over at the other set of sounds of someone playing something. The loudness, of who she thought was the one who brought her, voice actually made her jumped. It was either to stay hidden and have him find her like that, or she could introduce herself and possibly save herself the grief. "Its Raphael Hale, and where is my brother, Azuriel?" The demanding tone to her voice easy to hear despite the quietness to it, and it was clear that she was never taught on how to properly talk to a new master. Her hand gripped the bow so tight that her knuckles were white. 'Don't let him figure out that I was born outside their influence. I just wish that I managed to hide a single arrow.' She thought frantically, noticing how cool it was inside, but made no moved to walk into the dining room where the music was coming from.