Blood Lust City

Minerva eyes darted towards Gemma ."Hmm....whenever my brother arrives I suspect....I believe I have already chosen who I wish....though I will give him a chance as well."She smiled lightly,her perfect white teeth sparkling as she looked around.
"The female is suspicious....most people would not be so anxious to see their future master....wouldn't suprise me one bit if this one turned on us.....snap her like twig if she does.Watch her blood pour like a pretty little fountain."

Suddenly a rather large raven flew through an open window in the room.It flew above them for a moment before settling on Minerva's shoulder and pecking away a strand piece of her hair."Where have you been my little friend?Off doing errands?"Minerva said as she pet the raven's soft black feathers.

She tilted her head and then she cracked her neck lightly. She sighed and she looked up at the ceiling with an almost bored look. "I just... why look on the downside of things? I'm the kind of person... who looks on the upside of the things and if something happens, it happens. Nothing you can do about it." she said, sharing either courage, wisdom, or just what she believed.

I got up, frusterated and annoyed. All vampires think we are toys. I stalked over to the other side of the room and contented myself with watching and listening. After all, my senses were greatly heightened in my ability to change into a wolf. It was probably better to be farther away and seem unimportant. Besides, to vampires, we are in fact unimportant. I listened carefully, noting every noise, no matter how small. My hand automatically went to my waistband, where I kept one of my daggers. I pulled my hand away before anyone could notice. Not that anyone noticed me anyways.

Mike listened, but this time didnt say anything. He leaned back against the couch and elbowed Gemma to stop putting on her insane smile. He sighed shaking his head. His eyes focused back to the vampire princess when a raven flew in. He looked at the bird for a minute before staring at the ground. He hated having to wait. Mike tapped his feet silently wondering if there was anything to do.

Patrick Helsing was able get into the realm thanks to the same government that was using the other assassins, he was insurance in case something went wrong with the mission. Not very many people knew about Patrick Helsing unless of course they had connections to the underground world of hit-men that Patrick made himself apart of. Being a Supernatural hunter for hire though meant one thing, even though Patrick was being paid to keep his eyes on the Assassins having full detailed reports on each, he would be paid a very heavy bounty for each vampire he took down. He clearly was not the diplomatic type. This also gave him motivation in some sense to take the vampires down before the Assassins can get a chance to. Money does make the world go round, especially for The Burnt Merc.

Taking residence in a building with a room tower that had a great view of the castle Patrick was getting everything ready. There was a family that lived in it but they soon passed due to lead poisoning and drowning in bathtubs of sulfuric acid. Patrick set everything up in his temporary home able to get all his things in thanks to a few government agents that also helped him get into this realm and city. Setting up a high-tech telescope in the window of the watch tower he would spy on the castle from time to time patiently watching the guards outside the castle to understand their routine and see which ones lived outside the castle walls so that he could latter follow them.

Patrick walked to his computer, sitting on a table next to the telescope, and began typing what he witnessed. He then picked up a tape recorder and pressed the button. "I made it into the City, and have finally finished unpacking all my things I'm going to get into the castle later, maybe today maybe tomorrow just depends on what the guards routine is. Once I find out i'll disguise myself as a guard get deeper and i'll slowly replace enough people until I get close enough to the two main bounties then I or one of the assassins will end this mission." he said as he placed the tape recorder down and went back to watching the guards with his telescope from his home's watch tower.

It had been a normal morning at the castle. Gideon had stayed in his chambers asleep most of the night and all of the morning, and it wasn't until Elisabeth entered the room that he stirred. You see, their relationship was quite peculiar; many couldn't tell whether or not they were lovers or enemies, or somewhere in the safe middle. By the looks of how they acted around each other, though, you could tell they were quite the pair and shouldn't be bothered. Elisabeth had silently circled the bed in which Gideon was residing, the room pitch black due to lack of windows. She crept to his side, before reaching a hand down directly to his painfully ticklish spot: right underneath his ribs. As she ran her fingertips along his bare skin she grinned, having roused him and earned herself a few mumbled curses.

"Go away, Beth," he said, the words low and muffled, heavy with tiredness. He buried his head in the pillows.

"Not until you're up and dressed. There are apparently some new visitors in the castle, new servants, I'm guessing, and they want to see you," she replied smoothly, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress and looking down at him in the darkness.

"Ughhh..." he protested, not moving for a good few seconds.

When Gideon didn't respond, Elisabeth slowly reached down to start tickling him again, but to her surprise, that earned her a grab to the waist and at lightning speed she was suddenly underneath him, his form looming over her and his hands around her wrists, pinning her to the bed. She rolled her eyes. "Gideon, what good has this ever done?" she smirked, and before he knew it, she was on top of him, pinning him down with much more strength than he'd done with her. "This would be a lot easier if you'd just get up when I tell you to."

Gideon exhaled loudly and tried moving from his place underneath her. "Fine." Soon enough, they were both standing, and Elisabeth had flicked on some lights, but not too many. She was watching him with her arms crossed and lips pursed as he tugged on a tunic and got into some decent attire to present himself in. Beth helped him into a jacket and soon enough he was reluctantly heading down the hallway, striding alongside his adviser as they exchanged low murmurs.

"Who exactly are these people?" he had asked, though he wasn't honestly interested. He'd just pawn them off to his sister. He was rather picky when it came to servants, and he didn't have permanent ones. The only steady person in his life was Elisabeth.

"A group of mortals wishing to serve beneath you and your sister," she explained, trying to wrap her head around the situation herself. Why would anybody willingly offer themselves to the vampires?

Gideon nodded in reply and soon enough they slowly entered the room everybody was congregated in. They watched silently, though.

My head jerked up when i saw the vampire prince walk in. I knew now it would begin. The selection of whom goes where. For a broef moment, it was tempting to shrink back into the shadows and dissapear. That wasn't acceptable. Nor was it what I really wanted. I wanted to rip their non-existent hearts out their chests. I ran my hands down my waist, smoothing my shirt and once again joined the two assasins on the couch and meeting each of the vampire's eyes.

Gemma kept staring at Minerva and she grinned when she felt Mike elbow her and she whiped the smile off her face as her sapphire eyes glanced over at who came into the room. She then looked back at the vampire princess and she looked at the other servants around before leaning back into the seat with a rather... bored look? A blank look? She sighed slightly and fidgeted in her chair, brushing her skirt out as she tugged her corset up slightly on her sides and wishing it had some sleeves since her bare shoulders were exposed and she was a bit colder then she'd like to be, but how could she complain?

She glanced at Mike's tapping feet and she titled her head, another smile tugging at her lips but she kept it back as she looked up at the ceiling and flipped some of her black hair from her eyes since it was annoying her. Some flipped back, resting on her pale skin as she grimaced and brushed it aside with her fingers. She remained silent, glancing around curiously at the elegant room.

The prince said not a word, as he observed the group before him, a stern expression on his features. Elisabeth watched everyone alongside him, so close they were touching until she figured she'd speak up for him; "Greetings, everyone. This is Prince Gideon," she introduced, gesturing to the tall male beside her as she offered the best polite smile she could muster. She waited for everybody to explain themselves, watching through enchanting irises, obvious intent laced in their amber depths. Gideon continued standing, not bothering to speak since Beth had done it for him.

Minerva continued speaking to the raven until she sniffed the air only to see her brother walking into the room along with his advisor."Big brother! Have you been sleeping all this time?You never change haha."She chuckled as she walked to him and then looked back towards the humans."We have....guests brother.They wish to give them selves up to us and become our servants..what do you think?"Gideon was the only person in the world that Minerva truly felt she could depend on and trust.Not even their parents had compared to him .Minerva walked back over to the humans and began eying them much like a person does when buying livestock...checking to see if they had any wounds.....muscles....or anything out of the ordinary.She clapped her hands together as she waited for her brother."I know who I want! "She exclaimed as she began petting her raven cheerfully...although her eyes had a sparkle of someone who was about to do something...very very bad.

Patrick Helsing would look at the castle and spotted a large window where he could see everyone in that elegant room. He though was still to far away to be seen by anyone in that room from where he sat in the watch tower of the building he was living in for the duration of the mission. He zoomed in, the telescope making a series of clicks and whizzing sounds as it adjusted it's focus. He watched the group and attached a faint inferred laser that was invisible. The Laser would reach into the room and it was designed to work like the laser that measure heat in an area, expect this would calculate the pressure of the air, which would change when people talked. Hooking the device he placed on the telescope, and have the computer translate, he could hear their conversation.

"I know who I want!" Minerva exclaimed as she began petting her raven cheerfully...although her eyes had a sparkle of someone who was about to do something...very very bad. Patrick chuckled, his gauze around his mouth puffing some when he did.

"Perfect, their just about to pick their servant's." he said to himself. The Whole time making a gun gesture with his hand and acting like he was shooting. It would be easy for him to get his sniper rifle, place the blessed sliver rounds in, silence the gun and take two shots, One in the heart and one in the head before the one he could've shot at would react and fall to the ground. He stopped playing with the fake gun.

"No, not time for that yet." he said.

Midnight sighed rolling her eyes as she was ignored, hissing softly as she leaned to the metal door. Testing it knocking it gently as she smirked to herself, steel. Not to bad. But not good enough. Snapping her fingers as her hands lit up in fire humming softly to the songs she had memorized. Listening quietly to the people that were speaking, and the new ones that had joined them. Oh the prince.

Putting her hands against the lower joint in the door as it swung in, making it that much easier for her. Feeding the fire as she urged the dagger to help with her fire. Feeding it oxygen and making the steel turn red hot in very limited amount of time, Midnight was so not one to sit and wait. It was one of her larger flaws. Ripping the steel apart with her hands as she nodded, them moving to the upper one.

Tilting her head as she heard someone speaking, but it wasn't a vampire. It might have been but it was no where near them. Odd.

Shrugging it off as she only worried now about the lock, checking to see if there were any guards. None. "Man. With the eternal life thing one would think they would be smarter." Shaking it off and trying not to complain, it would be good if both of them were in one spot. Making her job that much easier. Waiting for the joint to loosen up getting her tactics of killing ready. This was not a half assed job. Midnight wouldn't take it as such either.

The princess first. Work your way up as they would say.

Gemma looked back towards the prince as she heard the woman speak his name and she tilted her head as she observed him and she couldn't help but let her twisted smile curl upon her lips and she bowed her head in respect before glancing at Mike and then at the wall again. She slowly stood up, smoothing out her skirt again as she walked up to one of the paintings. It was the prince standing behind his sister who was sitting. She would tilt her head in curiosity as she then sat down again. She just stumbled into the realm and got captured, on purpose, but she wished she could say she wasn't just giving herself up to them but at the same time, she actually was. She made sure one of her legs was crossed over the other and she pulled the corset up again and then ran a hand through her hair. She was humming a song in her head, tempted to speak the words but kept her lips still.

Mike looked back to see the prince enter. When Gemma got up and walked over to a painting, he wanted to lay down on the couch and get a nap. He stopped himself, thinking he'll look too comfortable. After a second of thinking Mike too got up. Finally he was able to stretch out his legs. The guards took a dangerous steop foward, just in case. The boy grinned before casually putting his hands behind his head and walking over to where Gemma was standing. "Not to shabby eh?" he said low enough for them to here. He tilted his head at the picture before smiling, and leaning against the wall. He moved his hands down into his pocket and shifted his weight to his other foot.

Amelle gritted her teeth as a guard dragged her down the hall, with an iron grip on the back of her neck. Rushing as they went, the guard was mumbling something about the choosing already starting and her needing to be pawned off again to someone else. Reaching a guarded door, Amelle was thrust unceremoniously inside. "Needs a new master or mistress Your Majesties, was left behind again." The guard bowed them abruptly left the room. Majesties? Turning to look around the room, Amelle spotted the royal siblings themselves, along with a collection of who must be new servants. "Crud." She mumbled with wide eyes. She had really done it this time. Walking over to a deserted couch, Amelle flopped down with a huff. She had lived at the castle since a young age, being passed from service to one court family to another. The last family she was serviced to had just left leaving her behind. Smirking to herself, Amelle laughed softly. Apparently they didn't appreciate so many documents disappearing in her presence; surprise for them when they unpack and find all of the papers at the bottom of their trunks. Looking at the 'Royal Pains', Amelle wondered if she had reached the line. Never before had she been a part of the servant selections before. But at least she knew she stood a chance at not being killed, since she had knowledge of castle servant life; unlike the servants cowering behind her. At that thought, however, Amelle spotted two strange people casually looking at a picture on the wall. Interesting.

Minerva continued patting her crows head as she looked towards the door where the guards had thrown the female."Oh...another one?Seems like everyone thinks this is the royal deposit for servants....how amusing."Her eyes glittered dangerously as she spoke and she moved close to the girl."And your name female?"She asked her voice deep with authority and command.
"I already know who I want yet I have to wait for brother to pick.....hurry up this stuffy room is bothering me .... and my head is beginning to hurt."

She continued smiling at the girl even thought deep inside...she was prepared to kill every human in here just to get a good night sleep.However the thought bothered her about what the man called Mike had said.

"I suppose I am cruel....Hmmph....I used to be fun..bright...cheerful....but the world changes us this way..."

accidental double post. ignore.

As his sister strode up to him, Gideon barely moved, save his gaze following her figure. He finally released a low sigh, which earned him a nice poke in the side from Elisabeth, eying him as if to say, Be polite. He straightened up once more and offered his sister the ghost of a smirk. "Go ahead and pick yours, sister, I know you're much more eager than I." he replied, gesturing with a hand to the "buffet" before them. Truthfully, he wasn't eager at all. He honestly didn't want to be there. He didn't need any more servants. He had plenty of the maids fawning over him, offering him blood when he needed it (which is the only time he really drank).

Elisabeth watched Gideon intently, before her eyes shifted to the late arrival. So much for courtesy. she thought, yet her expression did not change. She brushed a curl out of her eyes, adjusting her own sleeve and watching the group.

Amelle looked directly at the vampire princess. "Amelle Nisrine." she stated, promptly leaving off the 'Your Majesty'. Amelle knew she was playing dangerously, but she couldn't quiet help herself. Hardening her stare and trying not to smirk, Amelle continued to speak, "It's a pleasure to finally meet the Royals after serving the castle for so long." Shut-up NOW, her common sense was screaming; but being shoved around by that guard had left her a little off her calmer edge.

Mike raised an eyebrow when a a girl introduced herself to the princess. He chuckled quietly before clearing his throat. "Hey... got a way to distract them? I want to go for a walk... but with these guards around... and our pirnce and princess I cant walk around freely. You know I hate staying in one spot for a long time." he said looking at Gemma as he rocked back and forth on his heels. He stretched his arms and sighed silently.

Minerva smiled and walked towards the girl."What a pleasure indeed....yes you will do nicely....brother I choose this Amelle,Mike, and the woman I believe her name is Phoenix."She said as she pointed towards the other female.Her eyes were dangerously bright as she watched them all."I hope all of you will accept me ."She said smiling sweetly.
I wouldn't be surprised if these people would try to kill me.Hmmm perhaps I should let them....Mike seems like he would do a clean job....the newer girl looks like she may or may not attempt it...but I wont allow the woman with the cold stare too.No she would torture me.But then again perhaps I should allow this as well...heh what a thought indeed.

She lowered herself on to her black chair and crossed her legs.Her raven now standing on her fingertip watching the other with a firece look in his eye....something you think a raven wouldn't be capable of.

Gemma had a sly grin as she looked over at Mike and winked at him. She curled up on the couch as she giggled a bit and then she cracked her knuckles and leaned her head on the couch again. Maybe she would get sent back into the mortal world? She would still get her pay, she attempted the mission... maybe she wouldnt. Whichever, she would work with. She looked over at the princess and prince and then took out a coin, fiddling with it.

Amelle's jaw dropped. Karma had officially came back and bit her in the tail. After years of pranks and annoyances, she was now to be a servant to the princess herself. Trying to remember everything she new of the royal siblings, she kept pulling mostly blanks. That alone was unsetteling, then yet the princesses's smile was makeing it worse. "I hope all of you will accept me." Biteing her tongue, Amelle had to keep from retorting, 'Do I have a choice'. Instead of signing her for sure death wish, she looked curiously at the woman who just curled up on the couch giggling. Was she a little off her rocker? Crazy or not, Amelle preferred her attitude to the others still cowering behind them.

Fay was draped unceremoniously over a guards shoulder as he carried her to the servant selections. "You see this can't possibly be right!" She spouted, keeping her respectful, if not a smidge fearful, tone towards the man. "I am serving a family currently I can't be placed in the selections." The guard huffed, she had been talking incessantly ever since he found her hiding away from him. "So, I'm sure you'll find that this is just clearly a mistake." Laughing nervously, she suddenly peeped as the guard yelled for her to shutup. "Yes sir." Fay answered quickly and quietly before giving up. She had seen Amelle being dragged off and knew something must be amiss so she hid but obviously it was to no avail. Apparently the family she served saw no longer need for her and put her up for selection, or they were just kissing up by offering one of their servants.

They drew closer and once inside the doors the guard plopped Fay down on the ground then promptly left. She oof'd as she smacked the cold ground mumbling owies under her breath. Freezing she realized how many people were around and immediately shot up, smoothing her dress out as her eyes darted around she spotted Amelle. Oh thank God someone she knew!! Edging her way bit by bit, as if she would be unseen by doing so, she made her way to where Amelle was sitting. Just hold your chin up, don't make eye contact, be respectful and Oh sweet Jesus they're going to kill me! No, no of course they won't if they don't choose you then they'll just..toss you to the dogs! Oh, they wouldn't do that silly..or would they?! No one would realize the extensive, if slightly insane, internal battle was going on inside her head by the calm appearance she put on.

Minerva rolled her eyes at her brother for choosing all women."Typical...."She muttered uner her breathe before petting her raven once more."Fine....Mike, Gemma,Rain and one of the other males....the guards told me his name Oh yes Ajunta...thats his name."She smiled and looked at her bird.Almost as if speaking to it without actually speaking at all.