Azalea
Azalea felt her body shiver just slightly as she realized what was going on, what she and all the other humans here had in common. They all had one way or another discovered the existance of vampires, something no human was to know. So this elusive Vampire Counsil that she had heard so much about had had all of them kidnapped and forced in to servitude under these vampires. Why, though? Why not simply kill them? Azalea couldn't fathom. But reguardless of the reason, it seemed she was left at an advantage. The letter had only listed one slayer in this household, a man named Tristan Blair, and distictly labled her as a human. That meant that whomever was her Master would be bitting off more than they could chew.
...no pun intended.
As she shivered a man walked over, presumably her Master, the vampire Roderick. His walk remined her of the suitors she'd had vying for her hand who thought they were all better than the others. Arrogant pricks with such shallow and self centered ideas it made it hard for her breath. So confident and charismatic they could charm a cow into milking itself, something she'd never cared for. She could tell by the way he walked over towards her they would not get along without some serious effort on her part. Effort, however, she would have to put forth if she had any chance of escaping.
Aza remained stationary, neither moving not acknowledging his present as he stood beside her. She didn't so much as flitch when he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Look. Let's make this easy. I feed very little at a time. I promise to be a gentleman and not put you in a lot of pain if you comply with me.." Roderick purred like a panther, his fangs and claws only barely contained by the silky black fur, "Defy me, even once... and I'll make sure my bite feels like liquid fire underneath your skin..." Aza's eyes narrowed as he licked his lips, obviously fond of the idea of her suffering. "So... don't try anything stupid, okay Lea?" he quirked an eyebrow, his voice mockingly playful.
'Abomination,' Aza thought bitterly, 'you truly must have no idea who I am to think I would break so easily in your hands.' Of course, she didn't say this. She needed to play submissive. Instead she turned to look at him, taking in his apperance, carefully hiding the hatred for him in her crystal blue eyes, a small small playing on her delicate lips. "As you wish, Master Roderick." she replies in a falsely respectful tone, almost like she was humoring him. "However, I'd truly appriciate it if you would refer to me as Azalea, or Aza if you feel so inclined to nickname me."
Then without waiting for his reply she looked away again, staring in front of her as if he didn't deserve so much as a sideways glance from her. However her easy, blank glaze hardened as vampire began to leave with their subjugates. They were going to feed, and she knew it. Her heart was screaming at her to take the knife from her pounch and fight to her last breath in a desperate attempt to save the humans, before the vampires drained them dry. But in the back of her mind she knew that she couldn't. It was night. Even if she could distract the vampires long enough for the humans to run they would be caught before dawn could bring the sunrise again. No, as much as she was compelled to act, she had to wait for the upper hand or none of them would survive the encounter.
'The letter said that these vampires were to care for their humans until the day of their natural deaths, ordered directly from the Counsil.' she thought, her delicate hands clentching into fists as she watched them each being lead away, trying to restrainn herself, 'They wouldn't dare defy a direct order; they wouldn't dare kill those people.' These thoughts kept her in place, but only barely, and it couldn't make her feel any better about simply standing there. She didn't remain standing there for longer however as Roderick took her hand delicately. Aza could feel the chill of his skin and had to resist the urge to yank her hand out of his.
"To be honest I'm as lost as you are, but let's try our hand and if we get lost, at least we get lost together." he said with a small chuckle, directing the statement to the other female vampire and her male subjugate who were tagging along, before tunring and beginning to walk. After a short time Aza gently slid her hand out of his and let it rest against the folds of her dress, not direct defiance per say but still... Her moment of stubborness didn't last long though as the four of them came to the vampire's wing.
"This one is yours." Roderick smirked at the female vampire Cait, "If you care to challenge my gift, you'll be discouraged, because you'll find that all of your belongings are already inside." Then he turned in bloodlusting green eyes upon Azalea, "Now then... Shall we begin the feeding ceremony, little dove..?" He opened the door for her in an act of false respect, releasing his firm grip on her hand before motioning for her to enter his room, "Ladies first." he purred before winking at Cait, "If you ever need anything. I'm a door or wall knock away."
Aza kept her brave face on, brushing past the flirtatious monster at the door and walking to the window, surraying the fall. Three stories; not a good idea. But there was no other way out, besides fighting with her 'Master' which would not end well for her. Her heart was pounding, the blood rushing in her ears and her mind desperately tried to think of any other way out. Anything to avoid... The Feeding Ceremony.
Azalea had never actually been bitten before but she'd watched it happen, and she'd studied it. It was painful for the first few moments, at least until the vemon kicked in and numbed the area, making it an almost pleasant sensation before knocking the person out. This was designed to make humans crave the sensation of being feed on, to make it easier for the vampires to get a meal, and it was a very clever effect. But for her it was going to be painful no matter how much vemon she had in her system; with her low pain tolerance and delicate body, it was going to hurt worse than she could fathom. Why else would she have gone to such lengths as drinking garlic water to avoid it? But she didn't have anything to repel the vampires, and now here one was to drink from her very neck. And she couldn't stop it.
Aza clentches her fists, her eyes staring blankly out the window. No, she couldn't stop it, but she could fight it. She knew very well that her chances of winning a fight against Roderick at this point were extremely small but then again soo were her chances of escaping the Feeding Ceremony. So what the heck, why not go for it? Her hand crept to the bag as her hip, not opening it yet, but resting on it, feeling the bulge of the knife burried within the folds of fabric and herbs. 'I swore an oath to the Slayer society,' she thinks to herself, 'I would never let a vampire have a drop of my blood, even if I have to fight until my dying breath. If he wants a taste of me, he'll have to kill me first.'