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Lena listened, she didn’t move, she didn’t speak. She merely watched the adviser thoughtfully as he spoke. And continued to speak… and then he spoke some more. Most others would’ve probably told him shut up with the self-pity and get it together, but not Lena. She, though Yeremy had made her life hell, had never felt actual hate towards the man. She honestly wasn’t even sure she was capable of such feelings. She was much too… soft, you might say. He scared her often, yes. He annoyed her frequently, not secret there, but still, Lena could not bring herself to feel contempt towards him. So when Yeremy asked her to slit his throat, she frowned, looking up at him, her big brown eyes still thoughtful. She wasn’t scared. Actually, at this point, she felt pity. Yes, of all things, she pitied him. He had a wonderful life for a demon, yet he was not mentally strong enough to keep living… hell, he couldn’t even kill himself. Instead, he asked her to. It was sad.

Lena’s eyes wandered to the knife in his hand, and then on a sigh, she gracefully stood and brushed grass off of her dress, before she looked up at Yeremy once more, her eyes void of any emotions. Lena had not wielded a weapon of any sort for many, many years. Not since her father had sought to harden her by training her in combat. And that was centuries ago. Long before she took up service with the king. Her gaze flickered from Yeremy’s flawless face, to the knife, and then back again. She wasn’t entirely sure what to say to this awe-inspiring figure, though honestly what she was allowed to say was more of an issue. He had allowed her to speak freely twice today already, so she supposed she should try her luck. See how honest he permitted her to be with him this night.

“My lord, I do not feel anything but pity. Pity that you, with the life you lead, with the power you possess, would feel like this. And then, I feel sad… because I wonder if this has come with age, and whether I, with my life, will tire much before I reach the same amount of years.” She cocked her head slightly, her eyes going soft before she slowly took a step forward, her body suddenly very close to his, before she took the knife from him. “I do not understand you, my lord.” She then concluded, eyes moving to gaze at the silly knife. She didn’t yet know whether she would do it or not. At one point, she feared it was a trick, and at another, she felt like she had to do as he told her to. She was a servant after all. Granted, she was highest ranking, technically, than all the others, but still just a servant. Compared to Yeremy, that was nothing.

Another point here, was that she couldn’t quite bring herself to feel the cold she needed to take a life. She never had before, and she didn’t much like it that he’d take her blood-virtue in such a matter. It was the only virginity she had left. The sexual one had been taken long ago, by a guard when she first came to the castle. Since then, they’d liked to have fun with her, but it didn’t bother her much anymore. She had learned to shut things off… how to make her brain and body go numb. Sometimes she was sore the next day, though, and then she’d be reminded how they’d used her and she’d sometimes feel so enraged that she’d almost cry, but she never did. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction… she just wouldn’t.





Sapphire listened to whatever she could hear through the loud music. For some reason, the guy didn’t bother raise his voice to let her hear his words properly, though she did catch the meaning of his little speak. It made her cast him another wry smile, raising a single eyebrow.

“You don’t want anything from me, yet you want ‘something else’ from me. Am I the only one who caught the stupidity of those sentences in the same word-flow? Look, dude. I really don’t appreciate the games. I’m a pretty straight-forward girl, so I like it when others are straight with me too.” She said, a little annoyed with him. It appeared she’d rejoiced too early. This guy was obviously not someone she wanted to hang around too much. She thought she might just explode what with all the weird things he said and did. And he called her ‘mam’. Who did he think she was? Her mother? Gods. Sapphire drew in a deep breath and scanned the room for Gwen again. Grr… still a no-show. Well, then Saph was leaving without her. Wasn’t the first time she’d had to. However, she really needed to pee first, even without having had a drink. It was probably the whine from dinner.

Then she looked the guy over once more, sighing at all the attractive male going to waste with him being such a weird one. Saph then slid down the chair, grabbed her purse from the counter and looked the man over. Well, she supposed he could have her name. Wouldn’t hurt, so she leaned into him, and whispered just loud enough for him to hear, into his ear. “The name’s Sapphire,” she spoke, not adding anything else before spinning around on her heel and walking to the toilet, hips swaying elegantly. It didn’t appear like something she did consciously, and she didn’t… it was just the way Sapphire walked, whether she was drunk or not, she always kept in perfect balance.





When Uriel gestured for her to take the human’s place on the dancefloor, she almost laughed out loud, but kept it to an amused snort. Like she’d every downgrade herself to that kind of dancing. She wasn’t some cheap human, who got drunk and then jumped anything with a pulse. No, Davyn had class, which Uriel very well knew already, so she wasn’t going to tell him that. Sure, she had danced with him, but that had always been back home, where dancing was actually dancing… not sex with clothes in public.

Sometimes she wondered why humans did what they did, and how their brains worked, because it must be different than hers. Of course, Devyn had been born a vampire, and had, like the majority, killed her mother in the process, so she wouldn’t know anything about the processes of the human minds. She could ask countless vampires, she supposed, but it would never be the same as experiencing it herself. Besides, most vampires hardly remembered their human days, and she wasn’t about to sit down and have a friendly chat with a human. They were food; that was it. She tolerated them for that simple reason and that reason only. She couldn’t figure out why so many vampires took such joy in conversing with the creatures so beneath them. Amusement was the reason for most, she guessed, but she just failed to see the fun in it. They were inexperienced, young, feeble creatures, whether they were male or female, and Devyn… well, she got bored with humans and their lives.

As a reply to Uriel's quiet question, she merely shook her head once, and sipped her drink, listening in on their conversation, and actually laughed out loud, though softly, when the girl assumed her to be Uriel’s girlfriend, but when Uriel started spinning his web of lies, making her something she in no way was, her amusement faded and gave way to slight irritation. She realized he couldn’t exactly tell the female that Devyn was his guard, but he sure as hell didn’t have to turn her into some pathetic, lovesick little girl. Her gag-reflexes made an appearance as the ravenhaired did the whole “oh my gosh… you’re way too handsome! How could she do that?!”-thing.

So when the woman started kissing Uriel, having fallen for his act, as they all did, Devyn narrowed her eyes at him, catching the look in his eyes and those triumphantly raised brows. Irritation made her hungry and her amber eyes gleamed with the feeling. Of course he’d drive her to this. Now she’d have to feed tonight. Problem was, she couldn’t leave Uriel, so she’d either have to feed on his little plaything, or him… which always made her a little… lustful, so to speak. Yes, contrary to popular belief, vampires could actually feed on other vampires, though it didn’t quite sustain them as long as that of a human. It bugged her to no end that they couldn’t very well bring a few human slaves with them into the human world. They were her emergency blood-source, but here, as she was Uriel’s assigned protector for an entire blasted year, she didn’t have slaves, and she couldn’t leave his side to feed. She still watched them, though her glares had become more subtle, only for him to notice, really. Oh, she’d just bet he loved this, the asshole.