Rand stared at the five illusions as they all walked around him, his eyes slowing widening as the paranoia was being pushed. Slamming his eyes shut, Rand laid down on the floor of his cage and kept his eyes closed. The hunter breathed very slowly, calming his mind. Cherubims. Their main power is light and the rest of their powers revolved around being in the light. Make them scared or make them bored, that's how you live, Rand thought. But what if this is what he wants? If he's planning this? The hunter slowed his breaths again, focusing on surviving instead of the creeping influence X was tempting him with. "You know what I don't get is a Cherubim trying to corrupt and break a human. Aren't you guys pacifists?" Rand asked, intending for the question to distract X.

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The Manager was surprised by the sudden intrusion of the little girl as she stormed in and started punching him. Confused by what she was shouting, the Manager quickly checked the past footage on his cameras and saw that she was in the hunting area previously. The Manager turned to Delilah, grabbing one of her fists then gently releasing it. "The tree-arm in the hunting grounds? I'm not sure what you mean, and it's a perfect place for humans to try and climb up," he said, not understanding the situation. "Why should I cut it down?"

X realized that if he wanted, a strong, continuous burst of his power could break the poor hunter, but this one amused him, so he decided to allow him time to regain his mental fortitude. "I guess most Cherubim are pacifists, but I guess I never was a normal Cherubim. X then caused his four illusion to fade as he stood right in front of Rand. "You know, I always have apprenticed the cunning of humans. While some humans are merely stupid and quite frankly, disgusting, people like have always caught my eye. I might be able to easily break a particularly stupid lycan with the power I used on you, however you seem still fairly unaffected. If I do break you, I might consider keeping you around as a pet."

Kaori

Cold. A one worded, inevitable phrase that could describe Kaori in a nutshell. Not only one of the few souls in line to rid humans of a hell called the hotel but a master with knife, a “friend” of a few selected supernatural: Daniel, Kain, and Nixon. Nightmares occasionally plague the 20 year old of what might’ve happened to the two she couldn’t find but she dreamed about one in particular way too much, especially of the downfall of the old hotel- where her temporary powers wreck havoc on the place as she worked with some creature one could only label as demonic with its horrid features who had pretended to be Daniel. No matter what, that damn creature was always in the only personal space she had, her mind and in the bed next to her.

Silently, the girl sat up, with an air of carefree confidence notable in her subtle glance over to her sleeping partner, as if looking at him directly would rouse him. One bare tanned foot touched the floor of her side of the bed, and than the next, silencing the creaked of her elbow with a glare. She stands. A soft face with high cheek bones, defined and dark brows, and a slim nose compliments her mischievous smile and vast oceans of chocolate colored eyes matching the color of her hair, groomed and shining. The mane cascades down the defined points of her shoulder blade, hugging her thin midsection where it ends in a layered formation. The inside of her arm brushed against her toned, hourglass figure before it went to yank the sheet off of the master bed, wrapping it around her bare body connected to lengthy legs. It did little to cover her as it was virtually see through, but gave the heated human a sense of security. She waltzed over to the windows of their room, yanking the curtains open to let a ray of sunlight spill onto the slumbering vampire.

Wordlessly, Kaori walked over to Daniel’s side of the bed, uncaring about the loud rustling of the stiff covers around her body and the heavy, booming steps of her feet that ended in an uncomfortable punch, for the vampire, to the point of his shoulders, a change of clothes for both of them, and a cold bag of type O blood in his hands. Obviously, she hadn’t slept well.

“Wake up and feed me before the manager calls us to his office to discuss his rules. That man always tends to put me in a bad mood.”

Eugene watched as the cage slowly rose up into his room to reveal a young girl who seemed to be more experienced than the typical deer in the headlights human. He stood there, looking her over without saying a word before he approached the cage and circled around it, his massive pawish hands being behind held behind his back. He knew she could sense him looming over her, looking over her and secretly this invasion made him uncomfortable, but to him it was necessary. Eventually the lycan walked to the front of the cage and opened it, the lock dropping to the floor with a clanging noise.

The door screeched as it opened but came to a halt just a few seconds later. Before she knew it the girl in the cage had a furry hand held out to her, a pair of eyes being behind them along with a voice. "You look.. Appealing. But you would probably do with a shower and a change of clothes." The lycan said, pausing for a moment before continuing. "You got a name?"

Mike had left his room to ask the manager where Delilah had gone only to pick up the undeniable scent of his daughter as he stood by the door. Mike pushed the door open and sighed in relief when he saw her, "Delilah, you have to stop running off. You keep making daddy scared" He said to his young daughter as he picked her up and moved her away from the manager before he hugged her and put her down again. When she was young, Mike ensured that she only fed on medical blood and real food as he did not want her to drink blood from humans until she was old enough to make the choice herself, at the age of 9 of course she was no longer his little baby girl and she was fast approaching her teens now, Samuel nodded to Mike silent.

If Rand didn't keep his emotions under control, he would've just widened his eyes about now at the mention of the words "keep" and "pet". Being kept as someone's pet meant very long term or even permanent, and those usually ended in death or insanity. The only reason he was still alive was because of no one keeping him around except for a particular female demon who had thought she had broken him for six months then had a fight with a siren over him. The siren ended up dead but the demon's host was too damaged for use so she left the hotel in search of a new host and Rand went back to the cages. The hunter certainly did not want to go through something like that again. Instead of replying to X, Rand faced the ceiling of the cage, laying still against the floor and braced his mind for more attacks.

X dropped to the ground, retching all of his wings, and hid the two each set of eyes he had previously been open. One could almost mistaken him for human if you just looked at him and you wasn't paying attention to his eyes. "I guess if I am going to hold you captive, I might as well tell you a story, for some stupid reason, other races tend to like the story of a Cherubim. Well, how do I put this, I guess I wasn't always this bad. I started out just as a bit of a prankster. But all the other Cherubim would do is call me abnormal and occasionally try to give me various forms of therapy, which ranged from talking to your feelings to locking you in a cave with only a candle and some paints and your expected to clear your head and make a master piece. I drew our leader, dead and bloody. I was never a good artist, but I think they got the idea. But, they never really did anything until I learned how to X, which yes, is partly where my nickname comes from, a Cherubim true name should be kept secret. Or else, another Cherubim could go around and do what I did and cause lots of havoc. I could tell you how I learned to X, but I think that should be saved for another time."

Ivan

Ivan simply stared at his new human and tilted his head to the side in slight amusement. Her reactions, like all of the humans that had the unfortunate luck of being sent to Ivan, were actually sort of funny. He stepped forward and brushed her hair back out of her face.

“Sir,” he said, sternly. “You forgot Sir. That is how you are to address me from now on. You’re a smart girl for not giving attitude the first day, I’ll give you that. A few of the other humans I’ve had have been stupid enough to not give a good impression on their first day, and let’s just say that I was in need of a new human very quickly after that.”
Ivan shot the girl a dark smile, flashing his fangs yet again, and turned around. He quickly made his way to his closet and turned his head back to look at the human. After a quick glance and a small nod, he turned back around, opened the closet, and pulled out a maid’s outfit that was very close to her size. He vanished into thin air for a second before reappearing by the bed and placing the outfit down on the bed.

“Now, I want you to go and take a shower. Clean yourself up, and then I want you to dress in this. You are to be of service to me in any way I deem fit. Do I make myself clear?”

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Daniel

The first thing the sleeping vampire felt was the sunlight on his bare, semi-pale back. There was a small groan of protest before the vampire reached for the blanket that wasn’t there. There was yet another groan of protest, followed by the quick escape of air, and a noise of surprise when a punch was administered to his shoulders. It didn’t hurt, at all, but it was just uncomfortable. The vampire opened his eyes and looked up at the body of his human, before looking up at her smile.

There was a slight rolling of the eyes from the vampire before he closed them again, ignoring the growing discomfort of the sun, and sent a thought to his human. Jesus, Kaori. It’s early. Just get back into bed. He isn’t going to call us up for a little while. His hand grasped the cold blood bag, placed it on the night table, and sighed. He already knew that she wasn’t going to let him sleep. When she had her mind set on something, she was going to keep going at it, even if she caused discomfort to anyone else while she did so.

Rather than have another punch thrown at him, Daniel opened his eyes again and stood up. Not caring about the lack of clothes around his body, he ran a hand through his short hair and sighed once more. “You know,” he said, picking up the blood bag. “You are perfectly capable of making yourself something.” He raised the bag up to his mouth and drank the bag dry. “Or, since I know you are a lazy ass, you could have just ordered room service. Simple as that.”

Yun-Hee trembled as he got close to brush her hair out of her face, he was uncomfortably close. She listened intently as he spoke about his past humans, all meeting with a terrible fate, which made her rather frightened. The petite girl watched as he fumbled around looking for clothing in a closet, she was somewhat interested as to what he was doing, but asking would be out of line. Obedience is the key.

After searching, he placed the clothing on the bed and demanded that she wash up. "Yes, sir..." Yun-Hee finally spoke up when he finished, her voice rather quiet as she spoke.
Yun-Hee stared at the maid outfit, then towards Ivan. He looked serious... Was she really supposed to wear such an outfit? She let out an awkward cough while she shuffled over to the bed. She took the maid outfit then scampered off to find the washroom(which wasn't hard).

So now Yun-Hee had the duty to follow the instructions of a vampire... It was funny, she never knew her life would head in the direction. She thought hard and long while she took a shower, half of the time she just stood under the running water with a blank look on her face. When she did finish however, she changed into the outfit and exited the washroom. She was now cleanly and clothed.

Eugene stood his ground as the girl walked by, his eyes following her until she gave him a look of hate and disgust.. Or so he translated it as. He observed her every move regardless, trying to read her mind but what got to him was her response and the lack of fear the typical human would have. The lycan stared, registering her compliance to one meaning; he wasn't her first. It made a few things more easy, and a few things more difficult for him to do. He knew he had to be careful with her. "Call me Eugene, not master. Now.. Shall we get you washed up? You smell like..." He trailed off, trying to not find a word to describe the sweat and the salty smell she had that would say she was struggling around here. It must've been awkward for the both of them, the fact he wasn't being some 'pounce on her and get done with using her body' person and the fact she wasn't the 'trembling asking questions' person. Eventually, someone had to break the ice, and Eugene volunteered for that role.

With an *ahem* and a few steps forward Eugene attempted to take Chick by the hand, trying to pull her by his side as he walked towards the bedroom where the bathroom was located inside. His eyes were forward most of the time, but on a few occasions they glanced down at the girl showing a look of hunger, curiosity, confusion, and amazement in them. My god trying to act like that drunk monster has turned me into one. The thought flew around longer than it should have, before he knew it he was in the bedroom and he hadn't moved a step for a couple good seconds. "So Chieka.. You're one of the lucky ones to be returned instead of killed? You must have had a soft owner."

Kaori admires her mischievous work with a subtle huff as a snicker, enjoying the sun’s rays warming the blanket covering her body until the 6’0 vampire would stand up in front of her, casting shade. “Hey, I cannot be horribly lazy.” The female accents her phase with a finger pointed to the empty blood bag, humoring herself. “ That was breakfast in bed. You know, normally I’m the last person to get up on the whole Earth.” She clears her throat and her small hands begin to fidget with the two ends of the blanket that met at her abdomen as she snuck a peek of the waking vampire’s body with a flake of shame. Funny, how she let him catch her staring anyway. The small shift of the muscles in her face shrouded an all too familiar expression of thought shifting into frustration. “Damn.”

She already knew her mistake, forgetting to keep her recent thought hidden, or bombarded with many others of no value: If the manager trusts me more by making the smallest things happen, such as showing up for something early many would flee from, he wouldn’t watch us as close… or think of the outsiders. After all of this time, she still remained mostly the same person with a few enhances such as supernatural finding knives in their side gently placed by her a little less and doing most of her thinking when the vampire was slumbering. When she let her thoughts slip, the human had to swallow a dose of hopelessness in front of the manager’s head guard and remember that he wasn’t the same person he was in the past.

“On second thought…” With a sigh and a nip to her bottom lip that momentarily turned pale under the pressure. She dropped the blanket, it’s flowing motion to the floor into a depressing heap added onto the seriousness her thoughts/mood conveyed. She offered it to him. “Why don’t you just go after you finish resting?” She never waited for an answer, just turned away and begun to clothe herself.

Rand slightly leaned his head forward towards X to act like he was investing in the story that was being given. In reality he used this opportunity to relieve his mind of the paranoia as best he could but his attention was focused when the Cherubim mentioned Xing. It was too specific and too hidden of an ability for Rand to truly remember, but it sounded familiar and he could deduce that since it was a forbidden ability it was probably pretty evil. And he'll probably use it on me sooner or later, Rand figured. When X was finished, all Rand commented was, "I've heard of few Cherubims that were the opposite of what their kind were, how lucky for me to be one's captive."

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Carter rolled his eyes. This wasn't exactly what he was expecting. The girl didn't seem too bright in understanding her situation but the demon kept his frustration from surfacing. Carter looked over the key and debated whether he should actually let her out. She couldn't run since the door was locked on both sides and needed a key and she couldn't harm him in any way. Grabbing the key, Carter bent down and unlocked the cage but didn't open it. While unlocking the cage, Carter flicked his eyes up at her and for a brief second his eyes were a dark red, revealing his true eye color. That should make her slightly timid, he figured. When he was finished, Carter stood back up and stepped back from the cage. "Right, I'm glad were slightly moving ahead. Whenever you speak to me I want you to indicate me as Master Carter from now on. Do you understand? And backtalk me one more time and I promise you will regret it," Carter said sharply.

X was about the ask his prisoner for a name again, when he had any idea. He decided to bring in a new method of act against his prisoner psyche, a normal human could be fell in one emotion, others could be very easily taken down if they actually give a name, However, a strong willed human would need to be wilted away, and if you try just one tactic, they can just adapt to it, try many and they will slowly fall. "You know, you must think you're a good guy hunter, however how much better are you than us? I have heard the story in the underground, some by converted ex-hunters. You must think you are some kind of great vigilantes, which partly true, but in fullness, you're just a human supremacy group, a hate group. How many of your own have you killed because they were converted, how many wizards and sorceress have you killed because they delved slightly to deep into their craft? For every evil vampire, werewolf, and demon you kill, how many innocent supernatural do you kill that die for the crime of not being human? I have no illusions that I am evil, however, I shall not let you sit there and have illusions that you're not." he said, very sternly and matter-of-factly, he could continue to use lies as he did when Rand first arrived, but he knew the truth could help his ability of empathy much more than lies. While he gave his speech he heavily pushed the emotions of regret and sorrow.

Sapphire

The Kuhmio thanked the manager before leaving his office. As she walked towards the elevator, her high heels clacked against the floor. She got to the elevator and pressed the 'up' button. The excitement showed on her face, she couldn't wait to see her new human! Perhaps if he was handsome enough, she would keep him instead of eating him. The black haired female stepped into the small area, pressing the number '20' as she leaned against the wall. Sapphire then rode up the elevator in silence, quitely listening to the cheery elevator music that played.

When she heard the 'ding' indicating that she was on the twentieth floor, she straighted before stepping out. Along the way she patted her dress down and brushed her dark hair behind her ears. She had to make herself look beautiful, more than she already was at least.

The nine-tailed Kuhmio stopped at her door and pulled out her key, unlocking it, she stepped inside. Only to hear that her human was trying to get out. "No you don't! Your mine," she called, shutting the door behind her. It locked automatically.

She walked into the living room, sliding her key back into her purse. Sapphire bent down in front of the cage, taking in the looks of her new human. He was decent looking, brown hair, beautiful eyes. He would do. "My name is Sapphire, what is yours?" she asked in a sweet tone, one of her nine tails curled around her thigh.

Devin

"Humans are the same way, girlie. The only thing I want from you is well, your entire being. I'm hoping that by the time we're done here I will have mastered the power to bring back humans. Then I can make you do what I want." The brunette necromancer grinned manically, his white teeth showing. "Braveness won't help you here, dear 'Beatrice'. This isn't where the Dauntless reside." he added, right before she yanked the needle from his hand. Then he watched as she injected the serum into herself. "Ah, thats a good human. Now you may be more.. willing to let me do my tests on you." Soon her body would become heavy, her movements lethargic. The best thing about it was that she would be completely awake! She could feel everything! Best thing!

Glancing back at his sister, his grin widened even more. "See? She did it herself. Brave little Tris Prior, doing brave little Dauntless things."

His sister stood, her eyes rolling. "You know I haven't read that book yet."

"Whatever."

Devin opened the cage, grabbing the girl by her arm. He then proceeded to drag her up and out of her cage. He continued dragging her through the suite, until he threw her down on a metal table that was located in his 'bedroom'. He had moved everything around to resemble a research lab. He fastened the straps onto her arms and legs, making sure she couldn't move. "Now, hope you have no wounds. I haven't cleaned this table in ages." The metal table that she laid on did look unwashed. There was dried blood scattered all over the table, and it was rusty. Very rusty.

He walked over to a cart near the center of the room. On that cart were more serum-filled needles. "What now.. hmm"

Jamie

A laugh came from the lips of Rodney, not Jamie, but Rodney. Rodney was the other personality of Jamie. The evil, decieving part. He enjoyed kicking puppies for fun. He was not aware there was another soul in the room (Derek). Another laugh came from the brunette.

"How the fuck did I get here? Huh, I'd like to see who put me here. I'd beat the living shit outta him." Rodney yelled, not keeping quiet like Jamie had. Rodney wanted answers, and he was going to get them.

Rand cast his eyes down to the floor. He had stopped counting how many he had killed years ago. "There's one I remember," he muttered without realizing it. "There was a lycan right outside the hotel grounds who was literally picking flowers for his girlfriend who was inside, then I shot him in the chest with a silver dart. I...I...oh screw you!" Rand kicked the cage hard but it obviously didn't budge open. Rand wished he had something to throw at X but since he didn't Rand just shut his eyes and concentrated on pushing out the emotions. "I've been a hunter all my life. You will never convince me that my work is wrong. In fact, I'm the one who made an entire encyclopedia on you freaks to perfectly describe how to kill all of you!" Rand shouted up with his eyes still closed and his head laid down, pushing to make X angry and try to falter his moves.

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Matrim stopped kicking against the cage door when Sapphire entered the room. Crap, now he wouldn't be able to get out. Looking up at the girl Matrim paused for a moment without realizing that he was staring, then shook his head and peered back down. She was beautiful no doubt about that but her words of "You're mine" didn't bide well with, and also because of the fact that he was sitting here in a cage, and...where those tails? Where the hell am I? Matrim wondered, quivering. When Sapphire bent down to talk to him, Matrim very slightly flinched, then opened his mouth to reply. "Mat..." His word faded off as he saw one of the tails around Sapphire's thigh. Yeah, that thing was real. That boy who informed him he was going to die here started to become more and more believable. Why me? He mouthed. Matrim shook slightly as his eyes looked around the room, then centered back on Sapphire.

Derek just sat in his cage as he looked around feeling kinda alone so he began to talk to himself "You know what I want, I would not mind a cute Kitsune or Succubus ordering me to their room to have fun. It would be nice to at least get a guitar or something so I can play songs for them" Derek said to himself. "Hell even a sexy female Werewolf would be fun to serve, I'm not a big fan of vampires though they always look so pale and cold" Derek shuddered at that thought before he stood up and paced around his cage. He looked up to see a Camera watching the cells. He chuckled and said "Hey camera person, how do you like this?" He pulled down his trousers to moon the camera before he pulled them back on and sorted them out laughing to himself.

X didn't need to be able to read emotions to tell he struck a nerve. "I can't fool you into believing that you're not in the right for killing a werewolf that ate a person. To me, that sounds perfectly fair. But what about the supernatural who haven't committed any wrongs against man or supernatural. If there is was a "regular" cherubim, the whole philosophical pacifistic artist, wouldn't you honor bound to kill? And again, what about the wizards who are loyal to the idea of protecting human life in the way they know how, I heard the stories of let just say, "the witches you burnt".

He didn't push any emotions with that, as he didn't feel it was necessary. He was unaffected by the hunters action, he knew he was helpless even he could get out of the cage. In truth, he found the show some what pathetic. He honestly didn't even like many supernatural. He respected some, but others where merely savage beast.

He then tried to push for anger, "You know, I feel sorry for any body who does buy your book, as it turns that knowledge didn't do you so well. If you're going to be a racist, cold-blooded murderer, you might as be good at it. I might would of been able to respect you if you wasn't so pathetic. Sure, you have last this long, but I think the only reason is because you're already broken inside. Maybe I should just send you back, as clearly you lost any sense of humanity you have left a long time ago. It is kind of ironic, in fighting the boogie monster, have you not became the boogie monster for another set of children who you don't even care about. A blood-thirsty monster to any wizard child or neko cub. The worst of all, you're not even a good monster, or you wouldn't of been caught. Even if you do get out of here, would your hunter friends even want a wash-up old hunter who escaped with purging this whole building? They probably would just make you the laughing stock and then send you right back here so that you could be captured again, tortured some more, and probably die. Or what if we send back, converted? Who you have the convention and quite frankly, the stupidity, to kill yourself if you're turned? I hear so many hunters say that, but I hear about a lot less actually going through with it. I doubt it would even matter to you, I mean, you're just a killer, what do you care who you kill: human or supernatural."