Nyx looked over her shoulder at the small smirk that tugged at the corners of Momo's lips. She smiled a little to herself, realising that a decision she made herself actually had good effects. So, she nodded and smiled back at her before deciding to trust this woman a little. "My parents named me after Nyx, the Greek Goddess of darkness. They thought it would help me in life a little. I thought the collar was apt, to say the least." She smiled again and nodded whenever the collar got to an appropriate tightness. Once that was done, she turned and gave her a genuine smile that looked a lot better than any of the ones before as she idly scratched at the new symbol of control.

Although she liked the feel of it, she couldn't help but feel it was alien and foreign on her sensitive skin as she fidgeted with it. Finally, she settled down and realised it was just another part of her new life as a slave to this woman. She did hope that she would be gentle, like the others had said she was but Nyx couldn't help but remember how easily she was willing to punish the slave who offered her the seat.

With a little more curiosity than usual, she watched the remote and tried to work out exactly what it did or what it was for. Nyx very rarely got to see actual technology and this new thing was intriguing. "What does it do?"

((Its alright))

Airi stares at all the collars wondering what it's going to feel like to wear one, she remembers a stray cat that use to come by all the time, and it had a red one on with a bell, maybe she could have a bell it might be fun and entertaining to jingle where ever she walks. She moves down as her brother leans against the wall leaving her to decided for both of them, stopping she spots two baby blue collars with silver bells dangling from them as she pulls one down it jingles in return and her eyes smile at the thought and enjoys the small width of the collar; turning around with both she moves back down towards her brother helping him with his and holding up her hair as he helps her. Letting her hair fall back down she glances down at their old cloths wondering if maybe being a feeder can get them some new clothes, though she still not sure if she going to enjoy being a feeder right now it a major upgrade then what they had.

He mentally sighs as his sister comes over with bell collars and wonders if maybe he can 'accidentally' lose his bell, the collar and size great but the noise. Closing his eyes he touches his neck subconsciously feeling the holes and remembering how it felt. He rubs it before dropping his hand having noticed his sister staring at him and turns back towards MoMo waiting for them to get a number, whatever that means. He eyes the other slave and wonders what she going to be like, he has had more contact with other humans than his sister and some were trusting and others would turn on you in a heartbeat to save their own skin and there no way he going to let that happen. Clearing his throat he holds out his hand for the tags to attach them and mentally whines when he realizes the tags are going to touch the bell to make even more noise. He glances at his sister, noting her neutral face but he positive she doing a happy dance in her mind.

William made his way back to the piano, he was sure she would find the clothes that he had hidden the clothes behind the door which she had just walked through. She would have to, she certainly wasn't the type to walk around causally in an unfamiliar house with nothing on. She would likely just put on her dirty clothes before that though, but all she would have to do is look towards the door to find the clothes. She would see white drawers, pair of folded dark blue denim jeans and a black tank top. She would not know it but it was William's own outfit rather than an outfit he had bought for the occasion. As his fingers touched down on the piano he remembered that he had to see to it that she had eaten. She probably did, squirrel or something, but the fact that he didn't know made him uneasy. William did not like not knowing things, which was probably the reason someone felt it was fine to toy with him by telling them Raphael was a boy.

Then again, Raphael seemed so stuck up and was covered in muck which was very uncharacteristic of a female. Could have been an honest mistake, certainly not one Momo Karl would make so easily, well maybe Karl. William played Moonlight Sonata to pass the time before he finally got up from the piano and made his way into the kitchen. Elendra and Christine sat there attentively with breakfast already prepared and stared at William as he entered the room. They had clearly heard him coming and they had come to be as paranoid as mice scurrying in the darkness of the night. They like many of his slaves were scared to death of William, usually because of his voice which some had said was more frightening than his eyes. He wondered if Raphael would grow to fear him as wel. but such couldn't be helped. "Lunch for one, please" William said as he looked at the woman and they immediately got to work without so much as a question. It was probably because they had gotten word of the punishment from earlier but it has seemed to slip his mind.

"Nyx.. Alright. That's quite a nice name. has a nice ring to it." Momo stated. She didn't push anything yet, she wanted to get on the good side of her slaves for the simple fact it was easier to get them to do things willingly. Once everyone was suited up with their new collars, the other two made a beep sound and started to blink.

"What do they do? Well.... Imagine a shock collar and a tracker all in one. If you try to take it off, it will shock you till you pass out and anyone who touches it. If you do something very misbehaving, I will use the key to shock you, which doesn't happen very often so don't worry much. But... I put the tracker for one simple reason, if you try to leave 100 yards from the house without my permission, you will get shocked...To death. This, though, gives you freedom within the house to any part that isn't marked off with a red piece of paper. Those rooms are off limits to all but me, and who I choose. You will do yard work, and sleep in your own areas in the basement, with no lock up, unless I leave the house for something. Does that make sense?"

She stepped out the room. "Let's go." she said to them, getting ready for the next line of rules, clothing and living space.

He sat on the foot of the small bed, no blanket or pillow rested on the bed. the wall was pure white and grey tiles patterned the floor. Light wafted in from the window. strips of light that light up the small -cell like- room. The lines were caused by solid steel bars, designed to stop breakouts. Kalder hated from the bottom of his gut this place. It was no home, it was a holding pen for humans. Until a vampire went abit too far or fancied a new slave. He could hear the sound off humans in the courtyard below. They all hated him. After all he was a hybrid, a freak. A solitary tear flowed from his eye. He wiped it off after a moment. Suicide would be simple. simply bad-mouthing a vamp would seal the act. But he was the last of his family. This entire country had belonged to his family 150 years ago, before the war of the crimson fields. Fate loved irony. A finch landed on his windowsill. He looked at it and smiled. He walked to a tray on the floor and took a sandwich of the metal tray. The bread was stale but the ham was reasonably fresh, fresh and already eaten. He took a bite of bread and then tore a bit off. He placed it down infront of the bird. "Hey mate, its stale but its all I have." He said as he talked to the bird. It never, as expeted. said anything back but it took a couple of bits from the bread. Then it fle off. He watched his only visitor fly off into the distance.

He led back on the bed. Waiting for the knock that would bring a new master most likely. It might come today, or tomorrow. But one day it would come.

This was just the best thing in the world.Stuck in bed wi- Nevermind finishing that, it could sound wrong to the reader base. Regardless, the squirming that came from Callum combined with the insistingly amusing nature of their Master left Eika's face red from trying to hold in her laughter. Every now and then a small snicker, or another random noise denoting her amusement at the situation would escape her lips, worsening so as she saw Callum's face turn a beat red from her (admittedly comfortable) position. Reaching out to attempt to pet him on the head as a form of comfort, she'd only hope it wouldn't anger the male in return for her offering her sympathies and meager comforts.
"I honestly think this is funny...~ I've never been able to have so much fun just resting about and observing before! Please don't get so jostled, Callum!"
It was never good to be worked up in the bed of vampire. She didn't have personal experience to say such, but now was always a time to assume for the better in the arms of a redheaded-napper like the one motorboating her chest.

Okay, okay, so it could be worse. It could be so much worse. The solution was to...Okay, try and make a game of it!
"How about this? He seems like a heavy-sleeper, so why don't we try a game I used to play at my old home? It's more-or-less trying to tap at spots on his body that'll tickle him in his sleep. The goal is to not wake him up while doing it to him. It can be fun, and it might get him into a better position for you, so it won't ache as much to nestle back in. Like...ah...here."
Being the brave(?) little thing she was, she gave a gentle sweep her of digits across his neck, just enough to stimulate the skin -- to provide a tickling motion if it was one of those sensitive areas, with hopes that it wasn't enough to wake the Master from his...intriguing slumber.

Emiliano

"Tell you what," he said to Azuriel, "If I learn the whereabouts of your sister, I will be sure to inform you of her condition. I can't guarantee that you'll get to see her, but I would like to see you two reunited at least once."

Perhaps promising the slave something so appealing as that would get him to warm up to the vampire more. After all, what he'd said was true. Emiliano wished he had both of the siblings here to keep each other company. And to complete the collection.

"Would you mind telling me a little more about your sister? I'm intrigued."

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Callum

"T-Tickle him?! Are you nuts?"

Callum couldn't believe she was doing this. What if they did wake the vampire up? It sure seemed to like sleeping a lot, so the chances of it tearing off their heads for this were very great. And yet, the more Callum watched Eika tickle the slumbering vampire, the more it looked appealing to him. Combined with the pressure he was feeling down below, he felt the sudden urge to touch the sleeping man. Carefully, he reached out a hand and brushed it lightly down the vampire's side.

"What do you think he'll do if he does wake up?"

For a good while, the big sleepy vampire enjoyed thumb sucking, cuddling and actually sleeping...but...deep in the middle of his sleep, he felt like he was being lightly poked and nudged awake, something tickling his side. Loosening his hold, Karl scooted up into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from his eyes in a tired manner with the back of his hands, yawning widely. "Mmmm...what do, mmm...you need?"

Muttering half asleep, his eyes weren't open yet, he turned to Callum, "Why, mmm...why were you poking me...?" Pausing for a moment, he scratching his side before turning slightly to Eika, eyes still very much closed in a half-sleep manner, "Mmmm...you were...nudging me too...?" Stretching his arms out a bit, Karl let out a yawn before giving them both a goofy smile, blinking his tired eyes.

Raphael:

Raphael glanced around to see if she missed where any clothes could have been placed. Giving the door another look over, she noticed a pile of clothes she didn't noticed before until she took a closer look. It unnerved her no one just walked inside yet, but all she wanted to do is to get dress before something like that happened. She quickly grabbed a towel that she managed to find and dried off before she got dressed. It didn't occur to her that she hasn't really seen anybody else, but it will give her some time to look around without someone telling her not to do this or that. Walking out of the bath Raphael walked through the hallways to get herself familiar with the layout of the house. It wasn't to know where she could possibly escape, more so that she won't get lost all the time. "Everyone else must be doing something somewhere....or something or other. " She muttered as she peeked through a door she just opened.

Azuriel:

"Well she's not that hard to miss. She carries herself like she isn't a young woman, but a young man instead...A young man that has long black hair that stops at around his waist. We look nothing alike." Azuriel said as he messed around with the apple core he had before he put it down on the counter. The thought of being able to see his sister made talking more appealing that it normally would have been. It would have been him more defensive about talking about his family, but right now its on a different level. "She's quiet as a mouse and a quick learner if she has to be. Well you have to be when you have almost every predator in the forest potentially coming after you. Also when she doesn't want to be found, then she won't be found." He gave a shrug when he grabbed another strawberry to eat.

Most days he would be made to line up like a criminal and see if we suited the vampires -Who was gathered in front of us.- fancy. They would be made to stand shortest to tallest on a wooden platform while the Homemaster shouted out to people below about us. Sizing us up like property, then again, to vampires we, humans in general are property. Property to use or abuse as they wish.

But what depressed him the most was day after day, just hearing his life summed up in a few words, words repeated so many times before it was burned into his mind. "Next up, we have the boy here, Half-Vampire you know, so he's better at labour than you think, Family dead so no attachment there..." The first time he heard that part. He had started to curse and struggle until someone silenced him, and he awoke in this room later with a shining black eye. The next time he heard the rest. "...Bloods taste is strong but not filling, but surely he inherited some healing off his daddy. Come on, who wants to buy him." The housemaster's smile disappeared as not a single offer came. At that time he has been relieved, but now he knew. Produce that did not sell was bad, and bad produce was destroyed.

( º _ º )

The moment that Karl began to move, Eika froze in place, hands moved so that they hovered above his body and a jostled look placed onto her face as he began to speak. Once he sat up and began to mumble in his sleepy voice, her gaze turned to Callum for a moment before clearing her throat a bit and...uh...winging it, to be honest. She's lean in quick, motioning for the male to do the same, in order to wrap her arms around the redhead and provide the previous warmth he'd indulged upon to sleep in. Only once she was settled in against the vampire would she begin to speak and attempt to explain herself.

"H-Hello, Master. We didn't mean to wake you.up...! We ah....I, rather...I suggested we try a g-game to give myself and my friend something to busy ourselves with...I d-didn't think you'd wake up so easily to being tickled...Please don't be mad."
Her voice was kept low so as to not give him a headache, but there were so many thoughts pulling through her head that it was hard to try and keep calm and behave in this kind of situation as a resulting factor. Oh, she'd rather take on any wrath that might be made than that of her new conversation partner, so she'd darn well take up any and all blame of the situation if she could.

Footsteps. They resounded and echoed off the walls throughout the quiet house, but then she would hear some clattering, metal objects clashing together under running water. She would then hear chopping, both occurring at the same time with little to no interval between. She would also hear scrubbing and water movement, all coming from the same room in the house. The kitchen. At least 3 people were in there, all seeming to do very different things but it was clear that the were working to all that entered. "You must be new. Come give us a hand" Christine, the smallest of the three girls, instructed with a warm smile. Her blond hair was curled at the ends but otherwise completely straight. Her eyes shared its color with the ocean and her lips were thin but still easily visible due to their natural beautiful pink color. Her skin was snow white which brought out her eyes even more and made them look even bluer "Oh don't be shy, even if you don't know how, surely it'd be a good thing to learn" her voice was soft and pleasant much as one would imagine a mother's to be.

"Don't be too forward Christine, you'll scare her away, don't you see she already looks worried" Elendra, the tall fair skinned woman said as she didn't take her eyes off the vegetables she was cutting which made it near impossible to tell what color her eyes were. Her dark black hair was cut short and stopped right before it reached her back. She just like Christine was wearing a white apron, however she also had on a chef's hat. "My name is Elendra, and before you misunderstand...we are not slaves." Elendra spoke calmly as she moved the knife gracefully as she chopped lettuce into small pieces, turning only once to see what Raphael looked like. "We're chefs, and we work the kitchen!" Christine said joyfully as she tilted her head to the side "William...I mean Master William, did allow you to come in here, didn't he?" another voice belonging to a redhead spokes as she watched water come to a boil in a large pot. She didn't turn to face Raphael, and it seemed for her to even acknowledge the poor girl was a stretch.

Elsewhere in the house William sat at the water's edge as he lathered up his hair with shampoo. His shirt was off but the water cast no reflection of him, nor did any mirror as such was the reason there weren't many mirrors in the house. William didn't need a reflection anyway, he already knew what he looked like, always had. Always would.

Nyx smiled at her as if she was only mildly-interested in what she had to say. Of course, her new Mistress never knew that because she never allowed thoughts like that to surface. Instead, she was interested in the collar around her shoulder. Touching it, after a few tentative tests, failed to cause a shock to run through her body. Nyx carried the information like she carried most information - it could be useful at anytime so she stored it in the vaults of her mind.

She was getting used to this place and she didn't know if that was bad or good. She was already managing to fit in and that made her primal senses run wild with confusion. It was a peculiar confusion, not one she was used to. Nor was her Mistress what normal vampires were like - she was weird but she also seemed to be quite nice, kind of like a mother. Also, like a mother, she served as a main disciplinarian and Nyx would never dare to go against what she had told her.

Nyx disliked the sound of yard-word but she knew it was a necessary evil in her steps towards trying to convince her Mistress that she was too good for regular farm-work. Once her Mistress realised that, then she'd treat Nyx like Nyx deserved to be treated: like a princess who didn't get all she wanted but was still kind of spoiled. Whenever Momo began leaving, Nyx, instantly lurched forward, trailing after get with a bright smile.

Emiliano

This girl Azuriel described sounded smart and rebellious: two traits that didn't necessarily bode well for a captured human when they were both present at once. He was sure her captors didn't take kindly to a free human like her, but he refrained from saying that aloud so as not to upset the boy. There was no need to make him think his sister was in any possible danger when Emiliano couldn't be sure, himself.

"It sounds like life in the forest was quite a challenge," Emiliano said, stepping up to the counter and tossing the discarded apple core into the trash. "I'll be interested to hear more about that sometime. It's alright if you don't really want to talk about that subject right now; I would understand. A human who's grown up outside of vampire control would cause a lot of talk."

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Callum

He froze when the vampire stirred awake. He didn't know what to say or do and, though the vampire seemed to be smiling at them now, he had no idea if its mood would change for the worse once it blinked the sleep from its eyes. Callum's lower half shifted uncomfortably, hoping to maybe move his own crotch away from the vampire's and the blush took up residence on his face once again. What was he supposed to say?

Callum didn't need to think for long because Eika began to take the fall for him. He stared at her in disbelief as she turned the blame to herself. Why would someone he'd barely known for the shortest time face possible punishment from a vampire for him?

"I-It wasn't all her fault!" Callum quickly added, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice. "I...I tickled you of my own accord and I'm truly, truly sorry for w-waking you."

Wiping more sleep from his eyes with the backs of his hands as the young female hung off of him, her large jiggly breasts pressed against him...and the young male pleading for mercy, or something, sounding ridiculously nervous...Karl blinked and stared long and hard at one, then the other, as if seeing them for the first time. Slowly raised a hand, blinking a couple of times, "I am awake now." After a moment of silence, like he had been expecting some sort of reaction, Karl pouts and sets his hand back down.

As if realising something, the vampire turned back to face and stare down the jiggly female, before finally setting both hands on each of her shoulders and pushed her down on the bed. Staring into her eyes, his mouth curled into a rather devious smile as one of his fingers traced down her stomach, his fangs peeking out, "Tickle me, is it...? Such insolence needs to be punished." There was an interesting tone in his voice.

Stopping his tracing, his other hand reached to the hem of her uniform. Tugging the apron loose, and resting it over her underwear, Karl reached into the dress and lifted it up the human female's body, just short of exposing her breasts. Kneeling over the prone girl, admiring his handy work, he sat up and motioned for Callum to come forth, "Come, you first..." Flicking his eyes between the two, impatiently, the vampire returned to leaning over the nearly bared girl, "I think he may need to learn from example instead, I should take the lead." Pulling the boy over to them, really close, he finally let him go to attend to the girl again. Reached down, he tapped the end of her nose, his mouth had that same, toothy grin. "You're impatient to get your just desserts, aren't you?" Moving down over her, the vampire touched her bared stomach, before he opened his mouth and--!

pbbt~!

Blowing a loud, ticklish raspberry on the girl's exposed stomach once, twice, thrice--the vampire finally raised his head and looked to Callum, "Come one, join me! Punish her for her insolence together with me!" Karl had the biggest, goofiest grin on his face, though his eyes were big and wide asking for the young male's help. It was a confusingly cute expression. Out in the hallway, one of his vampire servants was openly weeping at such a disgraceful sight.

Raphael:

The sound of chopping and running water surprised her when she noticed that she found the kitchen. When she walked inside seeing three women inside preparing food. It first confused her when she couldn't figure as of why they would be cooking for a vampire, but she remembered that there are human slaves. "I, ummm...He didn't tell me what I should do after my bath. So I'm just wondering about." She managed to get out without making a fool of herself, though she think that she already did. Everything that they were using to cook was strange for her, but she remembered that William had told her that she shouldn't mention that she lived in the forest before all that happened. "I wasn't going to mentioned if you are slaves or not." Raphael shifted from one foot to the other as she felt uncomfortable being with some humans that was raised through this. This day couldn't get any better if they figured out where she's really from.

Azuriel:

Azuriel nodded when he was glad that he didn't have to talk about his time in the forest. He didn't know what he should say about that. "At I didn't get stuck being owned by a vampire that would punish me for just being born and raised in a forest." It didn't help that it caused him to worry for Raphael. Not doing anything was making him restless some, and he needed to do something to get his mind off of his predicament. "And it was, since we were very young and have to learn things very quickly before things got bad for the two of us." He said it as a after thought, but it didn't matter some.

Next, they stopped in front of a door, the door was normal looking but when she opened the door, it was a large walk in closet with many different clothes. "For now, you will pick any clothes from here and then later I will take your measurements and prefered style of clothing and bring you back some presentable stuff. You are to have your own laundry done once a week, I don't care how it is done, but you must keep up with it. Take turns with other slaves, or don't, up to you." Momo said, stepping out of the way so they could find what they wanted to wear.

There was a large assortment of clothes from old style to newer style, from colorful to even dark and prude. Momo paced a bit, she was wondering when her next new slave would arrive, having had info that he would arrive at a different time then the rest, whether it be hours or days from then.

He heard the sound of a knock at the door, The door opened and a petitite female head poked in. "The master said to get yourself decent, A offer came in, and the master has already been paid. The door closed and He stood up. He had watched his tongue in front of the female, but now in the private of his room, he started swearing like a sailor. He went to the window and saw the housemaster, He started verbally abusing him, all of a sudden a gunshot cracked and he felt a pain in his shoulder. Through his rapidly blurring eyes he saw a red plumed dart. He tried to stay awake but it was like fighting against a tidal wave.

He awoke on the floor of a carriage, the hard wooden floor was awkard to lie on, the carriage stopped and he was sent flying in the wall. He groaned as someone helped him up. He grogily walked out of the carriage and into sunlight. He raised his hand and slapped himself, He then rubbed his eyes and shook off most of the sleepiness. He spotted a gable and ran under the cover. Sun, unlike a vampire did not kill him, but it gave headaches after a while that made him wish he HAD burned to death. He hesitantly knocked the door.

Nyx was positively stunned, to say the least. She had never had such freedom in her entire life, especially when it came to fashion. In her first master's home, they all had to wear white cotton clothing that itched horrendously. In the orphanage, the girls had to wear long dresses with little to no variation in colour. This though, this was proper and good clothing that looked stylish to Nyx's dark and interested eyes. She edged closer, waiting for Momo to finish talkin before she moved between the racks of clothing, a solitary finger trailing along the multitudes of materials, styles and colours.

She knew that she had to stop looking around like a child in a sweet-shop and prioritise her needs. First of all, she would inevitably have to work outside for a while (even though she was useless) so warm clothing was necessary. She also needed something cooler for inside and finally something that would serve her well when she was trying to bring Momo over to her way of thinking. Something that accentuated the parts that might attract her new Mistress.

For the outside work, she pulled out some jeans, boots and a plaid shirt before grabbing a jumper and a long coat. Once that was dealt with, she moved to the cooler part and lifted out a small jacket, a chiffon blouse, some leggings and finally fluffy socks because fluffy socks are wonderful for keeping feet warm. Casting a look around, she lifted some hot pants and a rather tight tank top before heading pack to Momo with her clothing.

Emiliano

The vampire chuckled. "Of course I wouldn't punish you for your upbringing; I'm not as cruel as some of my colleagues." Of course, it also meant he would need to keep an eye on this one. An escape attempt was inevitable and he pondered what he would have to do to punish the human once he tried.

"At any rate, since I've had my feeding for the day, I'm rather tired and need to retire to my room." He turned to leave the room, but added over his shoulder, "If anyone wants to join me, they're more than welcome."

Of course he didn't expect them to, but there was no harm in trying. He had bought them for more than one purpose, after all.

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Callum

"You want me to what?!"

Callum watched with a gaping mouth as the vampire gave Eika raspberries. This guy was absolutely insane. Watching him bend over the barely clothed girl and blow onto her stomach in such a comical way was almost surreal...and for some strange reason, it was getting him more heated in his nether region. He wasn't even into girls! Maybe it was the vampire's tone, or the closeness of their bodies as they leaned over the girl, but Callum felt extremely exposed as he sat on his knees, pressing them tightly together.

"I...do I really need to do this...sir?" He swallowed before adding the final title, not quite feeling he was ready to call this...thing...his master. "I mean, it's not all her fault and...well, this is...strange."