Azuriel:

"I-I, ummm, I think I will stay here for a bit before I get some sleep myself... or something or other." Azuriel couldn't believe that he had actually stuttered when he tried to answer. This vampire never gave him any reason for him to be angry at him. He was honest with his answers that he gave, but then again he was the first vampire that he had a conversation that didn't end with fighting. The only thing Azuriel hoped for is that Emiliano would forget that he had agreed to take turns when he had to feed. Being fed on was the last thing that is on his list of things to do. Self-preservation kicked in and everything that he was taught by his parents came back to him like it they just taught him. 'I don't want to get fed on like I'm just cattle. I need to find my sister now.' He thought when he got up and walked out of the kitchen. Stopping in front of the door Azuriel got the idea of trying to sneak out of the house. Escaping sounds so good, but walking out the front door would mean capture as soon as he step outside.

All things considered...The words of "punishment" and the like coming from their Master should have tipped Eika into worrying for her own life. Hell, as she was forced down and her clothing shuffled about, she should have had a million protests and twice that many concerns for her fate. But did she? Not in the slightest. Down with the ship she'd go, not so much as the smallest hitch in her breath at feeling the lips of the vampire upon her midsection. Ah, she wasn't one to fight what was earned, so if she was going to go now -- well, that would be a shame. She liked being alive and it'd make for some terrible stains to clean out if he killed her in bed-

UWAH?!

RASPBERRIES?! She flew into a fit of giggles, shrieks and a fit of laughter from the torment of having her stomach blown on slipping in and out of her reaction spectrum. What in the world was this?! TRULY, was he going to tickle her to death with these alone?!
"W-WAIT! WAIT! ANYWHERE BUT THERE! EEP! IT T-T-TICKLES!"
That had to be the most shaming factor of any vampire that wasn't their Master in this moment as she squirmed around and even tried to hide her face behind both her hands and...hell, anything she could get her hands on! In this position, any other girl might consider themselves lucky (or unlucky?), but for the near-bared girl?! ...This was a form of torture! She couldn't stop laughing!
"O-Oh god! I'm s-s-sorry! Please- AHAHA! Forgive me, M-Master!'
It took one hell of a household to make raspberries a punishment for its human slaves. But, hey. What was, was. Just as long as she didn't fall face-first off the bed.

Chuckling at the female's uncontrollable laughing and squirming, Karl turned to the male as he questioned him, narrowing his eyes at being called strange. Honestly, the old vampire was probably one more mean comment away from bawling like a child, but... "You, question me?" It was times like this that he truly enjoyed playing around with his bed warmers, the jiggling of the female's chest as she tried to calm her ragged breathing...fully turning on the male, with a single hand he pushed the boy onto his back. Now, crawling over the boy with a self-satisfied smirk. Completely oblivious to the boy's little (well, maybe decent sized) soldier giving his salute, Karl leaned down and breathed into the boy's ear, "I'm going to make you sweat."

Letting out a few ticklish breaths into the male's ear, he struck both of his index fingers into his mouth before pulling them out, covered in his saliva. Then, he stuck them into the boy's ears, giggling childishly. Wiggling his fingers in each ear, he finally removed them and called over his shoulder to the jiggly female, "Help me, and I'll forgive your transgressions." Scooting down the human boy, he decided that the raspberry treatment was also in order. Reached a hand up and over to the pale belly only very slightly peeking due to his shirt riding up, the long fingered hand slowly shifted the shirt up, lightly touching the skin of his stomach to his chest oh so lightly...the vampire had the look of a cat who caught the mouse, "Come on, miss, you first. I'll...hold him down."

Callum let out a cry of surprise when he was pushed back onto the bed and the vampire loomed over him. This man was certainly much larger than him and Callum found himself staring into those narrowed and devious eyes. He was petrified with fear and excitement at the breath now heating his ear.

"M-make me sweat?" Callum didn't quite know what those words meant. His mind wandered to endlessly dirty situations that could come next, but all of those scenarios flew from his mind when he was given a wet willy in each ear. How fitting that he would be receiving wet willies with one of his own to worry about! Callum shuddered at the digits shoved in his ears and tried to wipe them dry on his shoulder once the fingers were removed.

Callum barely had time to recover from the schoolyard-esque assault on his ears before he felt his own shirt being lifted from his stomach, the vampire's finger grazing it lightly. He couldn't help the audible sigh that escaped his mouth from the gentle touch and he could feel his cheeks burning, hear the blood pounding in his head. He looked at Eika with a clearly distressed expression, his eyes moistening from extreme embarrassment. This was more humiliation than he'd experienced in a long time and it didn't help that he barely knew anyone else in the room.

"Please...don't! You're going to make it worse!"

A boy answered the door, a young boy kept nice and clean. He had black hair and clothes that were not normal for humans to wear. "You must be the last slave. Please come in. Momo will assist you soon, she is busy with the others." he stated as he moved to the side to let him entered. The boy then shut the door and walked to the den, pointing to the chair. "Please have a set and a glass of tea, I will notify you have arrived so It shouldn't be too long of a wait." He said to the new slave. He then walked out of the room with no say at all.

The room was full with a fire place and painting on the walls, mostly those that were dark and hard to read. The windows did not have any tap over them what's so ever though, and currently it was becoming night so the sun was not out.

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"nice pick, someone has a reign for fashion, eh?" she asked, she looked to the side as the boy came to her side and cleared his throat. "Excuse me, Miss Momo, your new slave has arrived, and he doesn't look like the nicest of fellas." he spoke.

"Thank you, I will get to him soon." she replied back, looking back at Nyx. "Why don't I take you to your new sleeping area so you can shower and put your clothes away, yes?" before she could answer though, she was already heading down to the basement, her heels clicking on the stairs until they entered the bottom, the basement. It wasn't gross like most basements, but finish and had a rug for a hallway. Sure, there were bars that opened, but that was only to the main area, the rooms had their own separate doors.

"This is your room." she pointed, opening a door. The room had a bed, a dresser and a small area where she could shower and go to the bathroom, all with it's own curtain to swing across it for privacy. "I know it's small, but I had to make with what room I had." she said to the girl, standing at the doorway, allowing her to explore.

Now the setting sun had fallen behind the horizon, he had managed to shake off the remains of that accursed tranquilliser, He laughed at his reflection in the mirror, he looked a total mess. He sat down and placed his elbow on his leg with one hand holding his head.

He had heard of her, this Momo. Flair for experiments. Or so he had heard. If she found an experiment that bloody Evist had not tryed. Then that would be a shock.

He took a sip of tea as his gaze rested on a painting. Placing his cup down he stood up and studied it.

Azuriel:

Looking around to see no one around, Azuriel went to one of the windows to see if will open or not. Surprised that it even open despite the difficulty of opening the lock, he climbed onto the window will and sat on the back of his heels for a bit. He's not even sure where he is at being blindfolded when he was brought here. As soon as his feet touched the ground Azuriel started to run towards the line of trees he saw in the distance. They were far enough that he was beginning to doubt if he was able to make it before he was captured again. Punishment was the lease of his concern as long he can make it as close as he could make it to the tree line. "Don't like this clearing... If...If only I still have my bow and some arrows." Azuriel muttered through deep breaths of air until he stopped and put his hands on his knees so he could get more air inside his lungs. After he got his breath back he continued to run.

"Didn't tell you what to do? Oh that Master William, always leaving people with half-assed plans" Elendra said playfully but Christine's demeanor changed. "You can't say that about Master William! He should chop off your head for that!" Christine snapped, her pale face obtaining color as she got mad. "Oh you're so sensitive~" Elendra joked before she moved the food to the side and set down the knife as Christine took it away and brought into the redhead. "So if you've just had a bath then you should be looking for your sleeping quarters...I think that is how he does it" the redhead spoke as she dropped the vegetables into the vat of boiling water. Elendra's eyes scanned Raphael up and down "Please do be at ease, if you're going to be staying here then you will probably see us quite often" Elendra said before she sent a warm smile Raphael's way. "What is your name anyway?" Christine asked as she leaned closer to Raphael to the point it became obvious that she didn't know the meaning of personal space.

"You're quite the looker" Christine asked as her fingers went to pinch Raphael's cheeks if she allowed her, but it was only odd because Christine looked like she was barely old enough to be in the kitchen, but her voice was much more mature. More mature than Raphael's own, but she appeared to be around the same age. "I really hope you don't have to work the garden" Christine said as she looked at Raphael's shirt thoroughly. Based on the way Raphael was looking it became awfully clear she hadn't ever been into a kitchen before. She looked extremely intimidated by all the silver around her. "Is the silver bothering you?" Christine asked and for the first time the redhead and Elendra looked at her at the same time. They were now wondering if she was a slave or was she a vampire.

William slipped into the water without making a sound, and the water seemed to accept him far too easily as he went below the surface. He could hold his breath for eternity in here but he knew he had other matters he had to attend to. Time wasn't of the essence, nor was it really relevant too much to him. He came up without a sound and exited the water, it was almost time for dinner, for everyone.

Oh, she finally was free from being the victim of these amusing circumstance, but that still left an issue of sorts. ...Now Callum was being attacked! Ah, what could be done here to fix this mess going on?...She grimaced as she got up, her back cracking a bit before watching the scene before her and- ...flustered. Tugging down what she could of her clothes, Eika's face would end up covered by her own hand at the scene before her. Oh, ah...Why did the room suddenly get hot, she wondered? Her gaze turned to their Master as he urged for her to join in on this- ...Put her hands, her lips, on the body of a man? She'd never done that, and...oh, poor Callum. What to do..Uhm...!

Hadn't they gotten in trouble for that in the first place?...

"A-Ah! Master, why not try tickling him instead? It'll make him sweat faster!"
If Callum could understand at all, she was very much trying to save him some face with a less...er...intimate torture of sorts, concern evident in her gaze as she gazed down at him for a moment before offering up that smile back to Karl. Placing her digits down against his stomach, she'd take a deep breath before allowing the soft notions of her fingers to dance along his skin in repetitive, quick motions to begin tickling at the flesh underneath her grasp.
"P-Plus I've never given anybody, man or woman,a raspberry before! I'm afraid I'd ah...get it wrong or bite him or something by accident..."
...Think she couldn't? This girl was clumsy. She could probably manage to trip herself onto a-

Ahem. Back to the topic at hand.

LAUGH FOR YOUR LIFE CALLUM. This could hopefully satisfy the Master's need to punish!

Nyx smiled, a light blush touching her delicate cheeks as she fidgeted slightly - no one had ever really complimented her before. She was really growing to like this new Mistress and although most of her kind would label her as a traitor for even thinking such thoughts, she didn't care much. Smiling again, she had to move at a small jog to keep up with her long strides. Nyx wasn't the biggest of creatures and people liked to rush around here so catching up with her proved to be a little difficult.

The basement was surprisingly high-class for just being a place to keep slaves. Nyx reckoned that Momo preferred for them to be high quality for blood and other delights. It was finely decorated, well-lit and had an air of etiquette about it.

For one of the first times in her life, Nyx was pleasantly confused by just how much she had here. In fact, it caused her to be slightly wary as she padded into the room. "This is mine?" She questioned with wide eyes - in the orphanage, they would share beds. Toilets were only accessible at certain hours and showering wasn't particularly regular; even if it was just being sprayed by cold water.

Moving forward, she ran her hand along the smooth wood of the dresser before taking a hesitant seat on the bed and staring across at the shower area. This was fancy to her and she was more than delighted as she genuinely giggled. "Thank you." She beamed as she laid her clothes down on the bed and advanced towards the shower.

THe painting had a picture of two people, a female and male who looked oddly similar to Momo and someone of a male version of her. A strike of thunder could be heard outside now, lighting peeking in through the window.

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"yes of course it's yours. I need my slaves to live well. Why would I treat them bad when they did nothing to get treated bad for. besides, i was my slaves to look good and presentable, I cant have you smelling like dog in ratty clothes. But, you should know, if you don't follow the rules, you will lose your privileges, just keep that in mind." she said with a small smile, watching the girl place her clothes down and move to the shower. "I'll leave you to that." she pointed to a small button next to an entercom next to her door.

"This will broadcast any info I need you to hear, like work hours, lunch times and more. If you need to find me, push this button and it will notify me, that way you don't need to go searching for me and get lost, which will happen. got it?"

Raphael:

Raphael stayed quiet as she stayed content with just watching them talk like nothing was wrong. "It's Raphael Hale." She finally replied when she slightly leaned back when Christine got a little bit too close to her, but let her pinch her cheeks. Christine's question caught her off guard and it didn't occurred to her that she looked intimated by everything that around her. William's warning rang in her head while she tried to figure what to reply to her question. "I'm just not used to being near most of these things." She said while leaving out the real reason why she felt overwhelmed by everything. Most of these things she never saw or even know what they even do. The attention that they were now giving her was making her uncomfortable with everything.

"Raphael?" Christine repeated in slight confusion as she relished in pinching the girl's rosy cheeks "Isn't Raphael a boy's..." Christine was about to finish before she was interrupted by Elendra. "You don't need to feel uncomfortable, many slaves don't ever see the inside of a kitchen or a silver spoon since it isn't required for vampires." Elendra explained as she went back to cutting vegetables. Christine's cheeks became extremely red all of a sudden and er face lit up with excitement and it seemed like she had suddenly began holding her breath. "Master William!" The words burst out her mouth as she looked past Raphael for the first time. "It smells most delightful in here, the others will be most pleased" William said before he took a step closer into the room. "I appreciate you keeping Raphael company, but we must go" he said as he dried his hair with a towel. Christine seemed displeased with the fact that he had come only to leave so soon but just like any other time she accepted it.

"I still have to show her her rooms and introduce her to the other slaves"

He took another sip of tea, looking at the other artworks. He ruffled his hair as he looked outside the window, it rose up in his mind. How long was he stood there? He wondered mentally.

She listened with slightly furrowed eyebrows before nodding slowly. "Yes Mi- Momo." She smiled, still a little confused by the peculiar requests of her new owner. And that's what she was - her owner, yet Nyx couldn't help but forget that constantly due to the rather nice behaviour that she had adopted. "Thank you for all this." She smiled again as she averted her gaze a little. "You can take my blood now, if you wish? I really don't mind." She murmured again as she took a hesitant step forward.

She knew she would have to make her happy if she wanted to get her way. Allowing your superior to take blood was one thing but actively giving it was another. Stepping forward even more, she brushed her ginger curls from her neck and offered it up to her. "I really don't mind at all."

"There's no need for now, I had a drink earlier today. Besides, your blood will be useful in more than just drinking." she smiled a bit and then left the room.

She headed upstairs now, heading to the den where the new slave was left. She walked in, looking at him as he examined the painting. "That's a family painting actually." she replied from across the room, entering in as another strike of lightning could be seen out the window, thunder following seconds after. "You are the new arrival, yes? My name is Momo, you may call me by that." She smiled slightly.

Emiliano was just settling down into his bed when a vampire servant came in and told him Azuriel was gone. Apparently the boy had escaped out the window when he left the room. Though he knew it would happen in a spirit like the boy's, the vampire felt a bit of anger beginning to rise within him. After all he had promised, the boy still wanted to run away, possibly erasing his chances of ever seeing his sister again!

"Follow his scent and bring him to me." With that, he sent the servant out into the night to catch the runaway slave. Emiliano knew his servant's speed would serve him well in this task. The vampire sat down in his lazy chair as he awaited his slave's return, trying to think of a good punishment.

Raphael:

"Yeah..." Raphael shifted from one food to another when Elendra almost hit the head of a nail of how close she was with what she said. She never really used a spoon from what she can remember. Christine's sudden outburst was unexpected and she turned around to see William had just entered the kitchen still drying his hair. "It's nice to meet you guys." She said as she wished could cook something she knew she would like.

Azuriel:

'Almost there.' Azuriel thought as he had to stop again to catch his breath again. Every time he had to stop it was getting harder and harder to continue running. Looking around he didn't see anything until he turned back around so he can continue running. His arms were pulled back behind him regardless of the awkward position they were in. So close. He was so close to the place he called home ever since he was born. The vampire that caught him so easily wasn't being gentle with his arms either. When he stopped he would push him forward without regard of his arms. Azuriel sworn that the trip back didn't take as long as it did with him running and trying to catch his breath and that the vampire's nails was digging into the flesh of his wrists. They walked back into the house and he was lead to where Emiliano was sitting at.

Tilting his head slightly at the busty female's words, both looking thoughtful and curious, he watched he try and tickle the male for only a minute before making a halting motion with his hand, "Wait, I don't think it's working!" Rubbing his chin for a moment, the old vampire tried to think of the past time he tickled a human...too long ago, he couldn't recount. Moving behind the female, Karl carefully took her wrists in his hands and guided her.

"Trace it..." Holding her hands so her fingers hovered dangerously close to Callum's ears, moving them along after a moment...

"Deeply, methodically..." Holding her hands over his neck and collarbone area, then over to his armpits, before moving them lower...

"Trace, dance your fingers over the skin..." Hands guilded over to midsection...

Pulling her hand lower, lower...lower, to hover over the groin area, "Dig in."

As the vampire paused and let go of the wrists he gently held, seemingly done, Karl looked at the female expectantly...as if awaiting an answer, a response, approval or rejection of the idea. After a moment, he reached his hand up and yawned into it, "Ahhnnn~! Good night, my sweets!" Laying back down onto the bed fully, he smiled as he pulled the blanket up to his chin and fell dead into his sleep...leaving them hanging from his own brought on situation.

Callum

Callum couldn't stop squirming. He was trying so desperately to catch his breath through the storm of giggles that was bursting forth from his throat, but the fingers just kept tickling him. They travelled over his ears, then onto his neck, his collarbone, his armpits, down to his...his stomach...and then to his........oh. Oh no.

No! No no no NO!

The female's hands were now hovering just inches from his ding dong. His very very gay ding dong. All because of that bastard vampire! Callum instantly covered his crotch and rolled onto his side, his knees squeezed together and a look of utter mortification on his face. His eyes burned with pure anger into form of the sleeping bloodsucker snuggled up under the blankets. The only good thing that came from this whole situation was the deflation of his excited little buddy.

"I fucking hate him," Callum muttered under his breath.

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Emiliano

"Leave us." Emiliano gestured for the vampire servant to exit the room and soon it was just the vampire and his human slave standing alone in the darkened room. Emiliano stood from his seat and stalked up to Azuriel, his eyes not leaving the boy's for a second. He stopped just mere inches from his slave, folded his arms, and sighed.

"I had told you before that I would indulge upon your wishes had you managed to gain my trust. Now, I'm afraid, I'll have to take back my promise of seeking out your sister for you. To ensure you don't try to escape again, you are to remain with me at all times, even when sleeping. Try anything funny and I will be forced to put a shock collar on you. Do you understand?"

His tone was dark, but he kept his gaze gentle. This was necessary; slaves were to be scolded when they did something unsatisfactory, though the vampire wasn't particularly fond of having to threaten the boy.