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It is common knowledge that vampire lords that rule over certain areas tend to have a supply of pets--a harem, if you will. They obtain their pets via many sources--through the simple, yet crude slave market, where you don’t entirely know what you’re buying until you have it; trading and selling from fellow lords who share similar tastes; and as gifts, from villages and slave merchants seeking to appease the lords and show their loyalty.

And it’s not just pretty girls that find themselves suddenly at the mercy of their nightly masters--young men often fall prey to such situations, especially if a lord has a particular taste. Effeminate teenagers are the choice prey for many a lord, and are often sought after.

One such harem is known for its beautiful inhabitants, though it has grown famous for the heritage of almost every one of them--they were almost all children born with a vampire parent, known as dhampirs. Beautiful beyond compare, these half-breeds had the best and worst of both worlds. While they were given food and a place to sleep, they were treated cruelly by their master, an ancient vampire whose power made many tremble at his feet. His obsession with the half-vampires grew as the years went by, slowly collecting the beautiful specimens from around the world, keeping them for himself.

Today, a new slave arrives--the youngest son of another powerful vampire and his human wife. With his blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and lithe body, he has been exalted as the finest dancer to ever grace the court. But even being the son of a high lord did not make him exempt from the rule, as he had been captured one night and taken from his home, forced to serve in a harem where it takes more than just a pretty face to survive.

And this little newcomer has a plan, to set all of the harem’s inhabitants free, so they may return to their homes and families. But first, he needs to be sure he has some sympathizers, other dhampirs children that wish to be free of their master’s clutches, perhaps even a guard or two. If all goes well, then maybe, just maybe, they will be free to leave...

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OOC: Thank you! ^^ I've had a lot of nothing to do, and I love writing complex stuff like this... Here, I'll get you the link for the OOC, there's a character form that you can fill out and post there ^^

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The giant double-doors leading into the harem slowly opened, two guards striding inside, a tiny figure between them. Thick shackles ratthed with every step, the sound of small bells ringing filling the room as the guards led a small fair-haired boy into the room, pushing him forward, causing him to stumble and fall, landing hard on his knees, even as his hands reached out to stop his fall. They sneered at him as he scrambled to get to his feet, their greedy eyes traveling over the dancer's nimble body as he shot a dark, angry look at them, giving one a snarl when he reached for the blonde.

The guards retreated, closing and securing the door behind them, though not before one of them said, "A new little pet for the master to play with... Wonder if he'll survive the night..."

When the doors to the harem opened, it immedietly got Rebecca's attention. The singer sighed as she saw the guards shove a new member in and leave. It wasn't the new boy that caused the anger to swell in her bosom, but the fact that they hadn't taken the boy's shackles off!

"Oh, of all the nerve!"

She stood and quickly walked over to the boy, her round hips swaying under her silk dress and her equally rounded stomach, thighs and breasts jiggling with the confident stride. Her normally cheerful face showed her displeasure at how the guards had treated their newest family member.

"Hey there young one," Rebecca said as she stopped in front of the boy. She tilted the boy's face up to hers. "Oh, you are a young one! Poor thing. I'm Rebecca, kind of an unofficial mother for some in the harem. Don't worry, I'll show you the ropes."

She patted the boy on his golden curls and walked over to the door. "Let's get those nasty shackles off, shall we?" she said and knocked on the door to get the guard's attention.

Fairadane, or Dane had been brought back to the room from her light slumber by Rebecca's tappings on the door. Dane watch from the farther reaches of the room. She saw a young blond boy still in shackles and she saw Rebecca knocking on the door for the guards attention. Probably to remove to boys shackles, but Dane missed that part while she slept. Her knees were pulled up to her chest and her dark waves fell into her face like a shadowy curtain. A frown was eched onto her face as the repeat bitterness of watching people be brought in and be taken out of this room.

The doors finally opened. The guard looked annoyed at first, but he was no match for Rebecca. The matronly woman asserted herself quickly.

"You there, we need the keys to the shackles. It is a crime that this young boy was sent here like this. What would the Master think if he walked in and saw this? Hmmm? And don't just stand there, the boy also looks like he can use some food. The wee thing is nothing but skin and bones."

She turned to the boy, "Anything in particular you'd like, sweetie? Just let us know and we'll help you out. Are you human or Dhampire?" Turning back to the guard, she went on, "Do be sure that I will tell the Master the next time I see him about this treatment. It will not stand!"

She tapped her slippered foot on the ground, rounded arms crossed over her expansive bosom as she waited for the guard to gather the key and get the boy's food request.

As the guard begrudgingly moved to unshackle the boy, he just shook his head slightly. "No, no food... I'm fine," he said, his voice soft and demure, though a little hoarse, as though he had shouted and screamed for a long time.

When the shackles were removed, he gently rubbed his ankls where the deep bruises flared purple on his pale skin, making him wince, even as he tried to soothe the hurt in them.

Rebecca gave a gasp as she saw the damage done to the boy's wrists from the shackles.

"Guard! This is most unacceptable! Go and get some healing ointment," she demanded, grabbing hold of the boy'd arm to show him the deep bruising. "Look at this! How can you do this to such a sweet little boy! He's a kid, not a monster. Shackles indeed!"

She turned back to the boy. "You poor dear. Don't you worry, you stick close to me. Momma Becca will take good care of you." She smiled, showing off her fangs. "I'm all bark and no bite, but don't tell anyone else that."

She paused, giving him a good look over. "Hmm, maybe we should give you a good scrubbing as well? Are you sure you're not hungry? You're all skin and bones."

Well, compaired to her overly round body, he was. Then again, Rebecca loved good food and was a firm believer in putting meat on the bones of others. Though a Dhampire, she didn't think that just a liquid diet was good for anyone.

"No, no, I... I don't think I could eat anything..." was all he said, massaging the bruises. "I'll be fine... the shackles... had some gold flecks on the inside," he added after a few moments, still rubbing his wrists. "I'm allergic to it... So I struggled... But it made it worse... That's... that's why it's so bad..." He pulled his hand away to show the bruises, which had begun to fade, revealing the minute scorch marks that the dark bruises had hidden. "They made sure I couldn't get away," he said forlornly.

Dane watched Rebecca and boy. It amazed her how motherly Rebecca could be. Dane would have gone over to the boy as Rebecca had but Dane was much more shy then her. Dane watched with intent eyes that didnt seem to blink. She got up slowly from her corner and shuffled over to the other two. thoguh this ma have been a useless question Dane asked anyway.
"Is there anything I could do Rebecca?" She said quitely not looking at her face as she spoke.

Rebecca smiled gratefully. "Of course, Dane. Help is always appreciated."

"I was just about to show the new boy to the bathing facilities. Poor dear had a hard journey. Oh! and after that, we can show him around."

She beamed and took a step closer to Dane. She whispered, "The wee boy needs some friends here. Look at him. I doubt he's past puberty. Looks only to be 12, I'd say."

The blonde murmured, "I'm 23... I'm past puberty..." though his voice was soft and barely audible, his throat rebelling against speaking.

Dane beemed up at Rebecca. Dane related her to a bright sun because she always seemed to be glowing no matter what. As Rebcca whispered to her she listened to catch every word.
"The wee boy needs some friends here. Look at him. I doubt he's past puberty. Looks only to be 12, I'd say." Rebecca whispered to Dane.
Dane looked back to the blond body. He was so young it wasnt fair for him to be here. Then he stated he was 23. Her jaw dropped a fraction as she looked at.
"no way!" Dane thought.
"You dont need to lie about your age to us..."

The blonde blinked. "I'm not... I've been stuck like this for thirteen years... I'm seriously twenty-three..."

Rebecca raised one eyebrow at the 'boy's' comment. He was 23? That tiny little thing? He was far more underfed then she first thought.

She handed him off to Dane. "Here, take him in the back and see that he washes up. I'm going to get him some hot tea or something. I know you said you didn't want anything, but you are skin and bones. And that throat doesn't sound too good either. What would the Master think if he knew we let you just waste away?"

Her black liped mouth still agape she looked up to Rebecca and then back to the boy and to Rebecca again.
"no way" she thought.

Dane nodded in agreement with Rebecca as she brushed his arm with her fingertips as a signal for him to follow her. She smiled at him as she gestured in the direction of the Batheing room.

He was about to protest that he didn't need anything, but just sighed, following Dane, his head bowed slightly in submission. His voice sounded very raw as he said, "I'm not supposed to be here..." though he wasn't very convincing, his eyes glued to the floor as he walked, his head spinning with the day's events.

Dane as she walked infront of him leading him down a short hall to the batheing room.
"None of us are suppose to be here" She replied giving him a gental look over her shoulder.

The blonde's eyes filled with tears as he said softly, "They took me from my room... My father... he's a highranking noble... they shouldn't have taken me... I'm not a slave... I don't belong here..."

Rebecca shook her head as she walked back to the doors. The poor boy. He'd have to learn to like it here if he wanted to survive. It wasn't like some shiney hero was going to burst through the doors and rescue them. Though, Rebecca wouldn't mind. That would prove to be entertaining for a while. But, if rescued, where would she go? Her mother was ruined and she only singing skills and being a mother to the other people in the harem. She wasn't even called by her Master as often these days, leaving her feeling alone, rejected and relieved.

She knocked on the door again. "We'll need some hot tea, if you'll be so kind," she said. Come to think of it, she couldn't remember if he ever told her if he was human or not. Well, tea can't hurt, could it? She was a Dhampire and she could drink weak tea most of the time.