Blood Lust City

Patrick was able to make his way into the castle thanks to his disguise, but he wasn't on a mission to kill just yet. He first had to asset the situation before he did anything. Patrick walked around the outside of the main palace inside the castle walls and made his way into the house. He made sure that he did everything according to how he saw the guards do it. The only thing at this time that would give Patrick away would be the smell of burnt flesh that he seemed to always give off.

Amelle’s patience was running low as the prince took what seemed like forever to put away his coat and finally answer her question. Surprised, Amelle cocked an eyebrow. Laundry? And how does someone ‘might’ have some laundry. Glancing at Fay who was allowed to retire, Amelle wished she could hit the bed for a nap. She had been up early, sneaking all those ‘lost’ documents into her old masters trunks before they left the castle. Turning back towards the prince, Amelle felt her stomach drop. Why in the world was Sir Foofy grinning like that! Mentally wanting to grab Fay and say she might need assistance; instead, Amelle took a few steps back and leaned against the wall while crossing her arms. “Very well then. Just show me said laundry and I’ll take care of it.” Amelle tried to calm her nerves a bit. Threatening, huffing, mumbling curses, even running; those reactions she was use to from those she had been a servant to. A grin from the prince was simply unsettling.

Fay looked down the small hallway that the prince had pointed too. Tiny quarters as always but she expected no more than that. What bothered her the most was the way he grinned at Amelle. Male vampires were notorious for seducing and killing young women but she didn't know the prince, she wasn't sure if he would kill a servant of his own. She worried for her only friend and was reluctant to leave her. Hopefully he was only wanting to pick at her to repay her for the given nickname. Casting a glance at Amelle she finally readied herself to leave. "If my help is required sir I'm not but a call away." Giving him a slight bow she turned and walked down the small corridor to her new chambers. Vampires in her mind were killing machines, they murdered without a second thought to it, slaughtered families..like hers. It's why she feared them, why she gave them respect, she'd seen personally what they could do.

She entered her chambers and looked around at the new surroundings. Well, sort of new, it looked similar to the other servant quarters but it was in a new area. Taking a seat on the bed she looked down at her feet at a loss of what to do. Without orders or another sharing the room with her the only thing to do was stare at the wall.

Gemma sighed, still sitting on her bed as she glanced around and then laid down on it. There wasn't much she could do or say and she knew that Mike was most likely going to get in trouble if he didn't get his butt back in this room. She could only plan out how she was going to kill the royals, for the prince would most likely be difficult but the princess was dangerous but how she had acted, Gemma saw she was distressed... depressed... angry? She hadn't seen a vampire like that, most she had seen and heard of were lustful uncaring vampires but the princess had indeed shown something else.

Gemma sat up, pulling a silver knife from between her breasts in her corset. No one had looked there, why would a woman hide a sharp blade between their breasts? It was in a cover so the sharp edges hadn't cut her flesh and she pulled it from the cover, watching it gleam in the light. She smiled and tucked it back inside the cover and slipped it down her corset and laid back once again, crossing her ankles and closing her eyes.

Gideon continued grinning as Fay walked down the hallway to find her quarters. The servants' rooms in his chambers were much nicer than the ones anywhere else, because normally, he quite liked his "slaves" (as everyone else around the castle seemed to call them, though he didn't.) He looked around, shrugging after a moment before shaking his head. "Never mind. Do you do massages?" he asked Amelle, raising an eyebrow. His voice was almost tinged with seductiveness, but he seemed rather serious.

Amelle stepped back, only to remember she was still backed against the wall. “Wha..What!?!” startled, her hand started to reach for her dagger; but she stopped realizing it was just a question. “No, Sir Foofy. I’ve never given a massage or know anything about them. It’s never been a part of my job requirements.” Amelle could only hope she wasn’t blushing, but why in the world should she in the first place! Glancing at the door, Amelle wished she could just bolt down the hall and down the first passageway she came across. She was supposed to be annoying the prince and throwing him off, not the other way around. “The best thing I do is run errands and finish jobs quickly. Pampering of any sorts, well, my previous masters never really trusted me with that.” Amelle couldn’t help but smirk as she remembered the time she made a fake set of bath salts she filled with clothing dye, that specific master was blue in the face for quite a while and it wasn’t from yelling.

{Hey guys... I think we should finish up with this night, then move the story along to the next morning. Just an opinion. I wanna get back into the swing of this one}

[Yeah. Skip to the next day.]

Gideon rolled his eyes, smirking through slightly pursed lips as he chuckled in amusement. "Don't get your knickers in a twist," he said, walking towards Elisabeth. Once he reached the woman's side, he touched her shoulder, and she looked up with a sigh. "I was going to have you give Beth here a rub, she's so tense all the time..." she then kicked his leg, growling softly. He laughed a little louder and moved away from her, sighing at Amelle's explanation. "That's too bad."

Amelle simply glared at the prince as her temper started to seethe. He was making a fool out of her, she was tired, and her patience had officially run out. “Well then, seeing as you have no need for me then I’ll be retiring for the night. If you need anything else, just come let me know; but I assure you I will not be of very good use if I’m half asleep on my feet. Good night Sir Foofy, Miss Elisabeth.” Turning on her heel, Amelle walked down the corridor and into a room slamming the door. Flopping down on the bed she didn’t even care to look around her…or care that she retired without permission or waiting for an answer. But one more stunt, and the obviousness he had nothing for her to do but squirm, Amelle was ready to either tell the prince off or hit him. So either option would be no better than walking out. Vampires were always a pain in the tail, and apparently royal ones are twice as bad.Lying with one arm over her eyes, Amelle let the long awaited sleep finally overcome her; knowing tomorrow would come all too quickly.