Bishop J. Santiago's Story

"Yes Master Reiji, I'm still here. I won't disobey you sire, you have my word."

"I am well aware.. I remember forging the contract quite.. vividly." Reiji smirked as his crimson gaze met that of the shorter maid. The men in the Santiago family were rather tall, especially for the era in which his family was actually born into.

He admired the dress that he'd chosen on Tanzy, and couldn't help but sense her uneasiness. This brought a grin to his features, and a chuckle soon followed. He couldn't help but wonder why she didn't feel confident in the dress, seeing as he had specifically chosen it to accentuate her curves and other physical assets. He quite enjoyed the view of Tanzy in the dress, especially since she seemed to be slightly fretting about it.

Don't tell me that you are too embarrassed of your own body... Reiji thought to himself, his grin widening in amusement as he pondered the thought. Why would she be worried about showing a bit of skin? He let out an inaudible sigh, realizing that he would never truly understand a woman's mind.

"Bishop, don't tell me you're afraid to let Anise wear something a bit less traditional...? Are you worried that eyes might linger on her for a bit too long, brother?"

Reiji couldn't help but overhear the question aimed at Bishop, causing his interest to wane between Tanzy and the twin brothers. He kept an ear open for Bishop's response, but quirked an interested brow as he approached Tanzy, letting one gloved hand teasingly trail from her bare neck all the way down to her shoulder. He let his fingers pause on her shoulder, his thumb caressing her pale skin for a moment, "Perhaps Bishop feels he cannot bear to tease himself. She's not his to claim, remember?" Reiji responded in an unusually chipper tone. He really seemed to find pleasure in tormenting Bishop now that Castiel had lost his memory and posed no threat to his position.

"Did you get too much sun Master?"

"Perhaps, but that's no one's concern." Reiji replied eloquently, not paying the topic a lot of attention. His eyes warned her to tread carefully, because her words could be damning if she failed to be cautious. He noticed that the sky was brightening, and realized that the group needed to get moving if they wished to get everything done on time.

Reiji chose himself a suit and changed into it by himself, though he exited the men's changing rooms much faster than Tanzy had exited the women's. He dressed himself quite well, seeing as he was only behind the curtain for about three minutes. He was in a plain black tuxedo, yet it suited him perfectly, "Brothers, it's time to pick out your own suits. Please do not delay. The ladies still have to do their hair and makeup, and everyone is due for a haircut." Reiji announced, paying for his outfit and Tanzy's before turning his attention to the maid. Something told him that he should probably inform her, because knowing Tanzy, she would likely try to change out of her new dress already, "Do not change out of your dress, we need to see how it will looks with your makeup and the new hairstyle that you choose." once everyone was ready to leave, Reiji led the way towards the hair salon. He planned to get everyone a trim, then a style for all of the girls. The makeup was up to Mirabelle. He gave her a description of where to find the beauty shop in town, so after everyone got their hair trimmed, the men and women would separate for a short time. The makeup was to equally treat the men and women, so they wished to surprise the men with the final result. He just hoped that Mirabelle would remember the directions, but he could repeat them as they got their hair cut if necessary.

Glad to be inside the shop, Bishop watched the two humans touch and admire the outfits he had pushed into their hands. The vampire felt his muscles ease their tension once Demetri made it inside as well. Now away from the annoying crowds of fawning people outside and with his twin, Bishop could relax and get to the matters at hand. Seeing the maid he thought was sick was undoubtedly an unexpected surprise, but he decided it wasn't worth commenting on, simply giving his brother a questioning arch of his brow.

He returned his attention to Anise and Jason, nodding in approval as the ebony haired maid agreed to try on the purple dress he'd provided. Expecting Jason to do the same, Bishop nearly grumbled and rolled his eyes upon seeing Jason admire the suit he'd been given. It wasn't that nice, and Bishop admittedly had gotten to commissioning it more last minute. The smile directed towards him nearly threw the redhead off, but he simply gave a gruff nod and waved his hand in a shooing motion at the thanks. "Yes yes, Now hurry up and try it on, we have other things to do." Thankfully Jason did end up going into the changing screens designated for male customers, and Bishop didn't have the need to berate the poor pathetic human.

Directing his attention to the store clerk, Bishop instructed the man to bring the suit he had had prepared for himself, deciding to try it on for one last fitting. The suit that was brought out was a dark teal, the lining of the coat a seafoam green. Had he thought about such things earlier or cared enough to go over each detail, he'd have provided his butler with some more embellishments like his own outfit had. Ah well, that could be taken care of here.

Bishop changed into his attire, standing on the raised dias for last minute adjustments to be made by the tailor. Before the tailor finished straightening the belt and laying the tassles correctly, Anise emerged from behind the changing screens. Green eyes looked her up and down even as the young woman headed to her best friend. Just as he had thought, Anise looked stunning in her dress, and despite it's coverage- it was still alluring enough.

Bishop caught her sigh as she approached him, and he stiffened slightly as he stepped down from the dias. Reiji had entered judging by the sound of the door and his pompous voice, and Anise was distressed again. Arms folded over his chest and not touching her lest Reiji start barking at him for whatever bullshit reason he'd cook up, Bishop looked Anise over once more before nodding. "Perfect. How's the fit?" he asked her, lowering his voice as he addressed her sigh. "Am I that repulsive that you must sigh when you approach?" he muttered, only to remember his butler. "And where's the moron? He should be done changing by now..."

No sooner had he finished saying so did Jason finally emerge for all to see, the suit looking quite dapper on the human. Something was missing though, and Bishop marched over to inspect the man for what it was.
"Hold still..."Bishop ordered, eyes searching for what could be added. Finally, he straightened, holding up a finger to indicate the butler remain in place. "Wait." He said simply, walking off and inspecting a specific selection of accessories held in a glass case, perusing them for a minute. After some deliberation, he selected three items and headed over to Jason. Without explanation, he attached a silver lapel pin and matching cufflinks to the outer jacket before looking satisfied.

"Anise, if you see any accessories you want or need, fetch them now." Bishop said, going to pay for his suit and the outfits of the two servants. All was going well until Demetri commented on Anise's dress. Bishop looked cross for a second, about to answer his twin when Reiji just had to stick his foul nose where it wasn't wanted. No longer able to be completely honest, Bishop glared at Reiji before snapping back in annoyance.
"It suits her, so what the hell does it matter if it's more traditional? Besides, not like she can't just wear one of the gowns Castiel gave Tanzy if for whatever reason this one doesn't work out. Besides, I'm not some weak pathetic excuse for a man who can't control himself over something as simple as a dress. So do kindly mind your own damn business. He was talking to me, not you."



Anise's praise was met with a smile and a hug, Tanzy's mood considerably lifted upon seeing her friend. Despite living and working under the same roof, the two had had little chance of socializing recently, much to Tanzy's sorrow. "You're so gorgeous Anise! You have to let me do your hair again!" she gushed happily, only for the moment to be over far too soon. Looking mournfully over at her closest companion, Tanzy then returned her attention to Reiji as he answered her. His smirk elicited a nervous glance, wondering what he was so amused about- or if she even wanted to know. She could feel as well as see his eyes on her in the dress, bringing up a slight warmth in her cheeks out of embarrassment. She wasn't used to such attire, and being examined by his eyes was nerve racking.

These feelings and concerns were forgotten in an instant when Reiji came closer to her, his gloved hand making contact with her sensitive skin. She gasped, then bit her lip to stifle a mortified squeak as his fingertips touched her overly sensitive neck and shoulders, making her face burn a bright crimson and a shiver go down her spine. It was bad enough in private when he was teasing her, but why was he tormenting her in public as well? She hadn't done anything to upset him, had she? Despite her worries, Tanzy dared not speak even as his hand lingered a moment.

Tanzy let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding when he finally let go, looking over at the dark haired male as he subtly admitted to having too much sun. She would have continued on that line of inquiry and worry had his eyes not caught hers with a sharp, warning glance. Of course! She realized with no small amount of self-criticism that any suspicion brought upon the Santiago's would fall on herself and her fellow humans as well. She was admittedly grateful for the warning.

"Of course, I'm sorry to pry. I just wished to make sure master wasn't pushing himself too hard after being so busy recently. I do not wish to see you faint." she said instead, having personally seen someone pass out from heat stroke once before.

As Reiji left to change, Tanzy glanced around to see if Anise was available to talk to, though it seemed they would not yet have an occasion to relax just yet. By now, she presumed Reiji had seen what he wanted to see and was ok with the dress. Surely that meant she should change back so as not to wrinkle or dirty the gown. Turning to head back to the changing area, she stopped as Reiji emerged looking as sophisticated and dashing as could be. He really did present himself well, and she could easily see girls swooning over him. In fact, had he not been who he was and she didn't know him, she admitted she would as well. Shaking the embarrassing thought from her mind, Tanzy took a step towards the changing stall when Reiji himself stopped her. Surprise crossed her features, but Tanzy simply nodded, not about to disobey a direct instruction.

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Jane gave Camilla a smile that said 'thank you, but don't think too much about it', as if she were an older sister to the girl. In all honesty, she acted like the older sister to her older brother since he was so out of it.

Jane noticed as their small group was entering the building that Mirabelle broke off to give something to someone. Jane couldn't see it very clearly, and she didn't try to. It was Mira's business. As she had been told earlier, questions were not always a good thing. It didn't leave her mind as they stood in the store.

It did go out of her mind instantly as she saw what Mira expected to give her. It was easily the nicest thing she had ever seen much less owned. She shook her head at Mira as she looked at it. "There is no reason for me to shop around Lady Belle... It's beautiful," Jane stated with a smile that she couldn't hide from her face. It was definitely a work of art in Jane's eyes.

Jane nodded at Mirabelle's offer and followed her into the changing room. Jane, prepared to help Mirabelle into her dress first. She set Mira's robe to the side as she moved to help the younger appearing girl into her dress.

Jane helped Mirabelle into her dress before removing her own robe to begin putting on her own. She moved to lace up Mirabelle's dress first.With Mira's statement, Jane just gave a smile. "You needn't if we don't have time. It'll be warmer as the sun rises. And you need your cloak considering... well, considering."

Jane made the laces as tight as she dared without restricting breathing though she realized, Mira didn't really have to since she was... well, a vampire.

Jane smiled at Mirabelle upon having her own laces finished before opening the curtain for the youngest Santiago to exit first. Jane followed after, standing beside her and fingering the way the skirts were in texture.[/font]

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Jason noticed the lack of a quip as Bishop told him to hurry. He was surprised but pretended it was nothing out of the ordinary as he thought about the words while changing. Jason couldn't help but admire himself slightly before leaving the room, amazed at the fit once again.

Jason looked to Bishop as he emerged and saw that he was marching toward him. When Bishop straightened, Jason nodded in response to Bishop's gesture. He stood, waiting with his hands behind his back as he wasn't sure it was a good idea to place htem in his pockets.

Jason watched from his spot as Bishop looked through display cases and seemed to be considering. A moment later, he came back and Jason dropped his arms as Bishop began placing things different places without any real explanation.

Jason thanked the red headed twin before he moved to go pay. Jason stood where he had been left, looking around and listening as he watched the scene around him unfold.

Jason moved to go to Demetri. He looked at the other twin and told him quite simply, "Sir, I need your opinion on something. You see, well... Perhaps I could steal you later for a few moments of your time so that I might ask you in a better place," Jason said. His tone was slightly uncomfortable and though he knew he wasn't being very specific, he hoped Demetri wouldn't ask too many questions and would just grant him his request later on.

He had to know if Demetri thought it would be a bad idea to give the letters he had so desperately wanted to give to Alice to her sister. Only to show the girl what he had felt for her sister. He was concerned Bishop might grow angry. It was then that Jason decided he would also ask Bishop if he was alright with it. It was obvious to Jason that Bishop had feelings for Anise to a certain degree that he didn't want to try to guess about.

"I'll also ask Lord Bishop, yet it depends first of all on whether or not you would believe it is a terrible idea," Jason explained so as to make it clear he was not going behind Bishop's back. [/font]

Although she was forced to separate from her friend prematurely, Anise was still quite happy, even if it didn't exactly show on her facial expressions. To know that Tanzy was excited about the ball, it warmed her heart, even if formal dances did not sit well with Anise herself. Her sister died the last time that the Santiago family threw a party, so she couldn't help but be a bit skeptical and reserved about the situation. She had a bad feeling about this, but she was simply a maid. There was nothing she could do to prevent the party from happening, so she resolved to simply keep close watch on the other girls. No one said she had to have fun, only that she must attend.

"Perfect. How's the fit?"

However, despite her resolve, she was rather shaken by Bishop's comment. Her amethyst eyes drifting to his form before blinking a few times in surprise, "S-spot on, mi'lord. Your attire suits you as well." Anise replied with a faint smile, shifting her eyes away from him once again. She could feel the light tint on her cheeks, and she had no intention of letting it morph into a full on blush. Seeing him in the daylight like this, it made everything else feel like it was just a long and horrible nightmare. He seemed nothing more than human standing before her, even though she knew for a fact that this was a complete lie. She was beginning to fully understand why vampires were so dangerous.. Aside from his fangs, everything about Bishop's physical appearance was inviting and was quite aesthetically pleasing.

"Am I that repulsive that you must sigh when you approach?"

Anise's heart skipped a beat at this, her eyes returning to Bishop quickly, both wide with shock. How did he come up with a conclusion like that? She immediately felt a sense of panic, and shook her head profusely, "N-no! I mean.. Uhm... Of course not! B-but not... I.." Immediately Anise's entire face was engulfed by the dark red tint of her blush and she turned her back to him without thinking it through. She could feel her heart beating quicker than normal, so she knew that he, and all of his siblings could definitely hear it. She had to calm down at any cost, because Reiji would definitely find a reason to torment her. He seemed to realize the one thing that Bishop seemed to not. Reiji obviously was having fun torturing her, because he knew about how she felt for Bishop. She attempted to focus on her breathing, clenching her fists around the sleeves of her dress. Relax.. Relax.. He's a noble, and a vampire. He doesn't feel that way about you. Did we forget to mention that Anise was also still somewhat in denial? She couldn't admit the full weight of her feelings, because she knew that once she opened that door, it would never close again.

"And where's the moron? He should be done changing by now..."

"I think he's.." Though she spotted Jason approaching soon after she began to speak. Her blush finally faded, so she returned to facing Bishop, but did not make direct eye contact, "I apologize.. I'm still not feeling well.." It wasn't a lie, but a fever definitely was not the cause of her insane blush just moments before.

"Hold still...Wait."

She watched Bishop wander off, and she was quite confused, her eyes shifting to Jason. What was left to add to his suit? In her opinion, Jason seemed to look fine, not that she would ever say that in Bishop's range of hearing. Seeing as she was unsure of the vampire's hearing perimeters, she chose to say nothing at all. When he returned, she couldn't help but smile. It was the first time she'd seen him show any positive look towards the butler yet. Perhaps he was slowly warming up to Jason? It made her a bit sad, but she was happy also, he needed to warm up to more people in her opinion. Perhaps he wouldn't be so testy? Her grin grew at the thought, she couldn't imagine a Bishop without that enormous temper. She wouldn't hold her breath, besides, she kind of liked his temper, he reminded her of a child... His temper was his sense of innocence in her opinion, but perhaps that was because she'd never witnessed him and Demetri 'hunting'... She didn't realize just how wrong she truly was.

"Anise, if you see any accessories you want or need, fetch them now."

"Of course, excuse me then, mi'lord." Anise replied with a rushed curtsy before immediately scurrying off towards a hair accessory she'd seen on the way to the women's changing quarters and carefully retrieved it before meeting Bishop where he stood to pay for everything and presented it to him, unsure if he would like it. This was her first time choosing anything to wear for herself, so she was kind of excited, but also terrified that he wouldn't approve. The hair piece was delicate, with three purple butterflies as the main focus. She loved it immensely, especially since her and Alice used to catch butterflies as children. It was the one thing about this party that made her excited, other than getting her hair done by Tanzy, that is.

"It suits her, so what the hell does it matter if it's more traditional? Besides, not like she can't just wear one of the gowns Castiel gave Tanzy if for whatever reason this one doesn't work out. Besides, I'm not some weak pathetic excuse for a man who can't control himself over something as simple as a dress. So do kindly mind your own damn business. He was talking to me, not you."

Anise was completely baffled. She couldn't hear the exchanges made between Demetri and Reiji, so she had no idea what Bishop was going on about, but she knew that he was referring to her, causing her cheeks to lightly flush once more. It was nice to hear that he wasn't a pervert like Demetri, though the teases and questionable remarks he used to make made her a bit skeptical about that. He might have not been a physical pervert, but occasionally his remarks were..

“Don’t you dare.”

"I wouldn't dream of it, deary~" Demetri chimed as he waved off Camilla. He was incredibly fond of her, solely because she reminded him of his Alice. She was much younger, but that made her so much more adorable in his emerald eyes. He would die before he allowed any harm to come to his one. He'd already lost two in the past year, not to mention his beloved brother, Angelo. He couldn't bear to lose anyone else.. He was certain that he wouldn't survive it again. Over his extended life time, he had seen far too many of his loved ones die.

"It suits her, so what the hell does it matter if it's more traditional?

"I just thought that after an entire year.. that you'd be at least a little more curious about her... Or have you already seen more of sweet little Anise without sharing the details with your favorite brother?" Demetri asked in an offended and hushed tone, keeping to a tone only the vampires in the room could hear. He had an evident smirk on his features, enjoying himself immensely, "That would be rude, dear brother. I wish to live vicariously through you after all.. It's been too long since I last bedded a woman..." Demetri sighed as if depressed, but truly he felt guilty for joking so freely among his siblings. Katerina had been dead little more than a year after all.

"Besides, it's not like she can't just wear one of the gowns Castiel gave Tanzy if for whatever reason this one doesn't work out."

Demetri chuckled, realizing that they'd apparently hit a nerve. Well, he was mostly snapping at Reiji, but Demetri had been the one that instigated the current bickering. Usually Bishop was his partner in crime at moments like this, but this time his partner would be someone quite unexpected; Mirabelle. He had never teamed up with her as children, but now he wished that he had given his sister better recognition. She was far more diabolical than he had anticipated. The only flaw was her devotion towards Reiji, he simply hoped that it wouldn't make a debauchery of things.

"Besides, I'm not some weak pathetic excuse for a man who can't control himself over something as simple as a dress."

"So you HAVE seen more of her than you're letting on? Do tell, brother!" Demetri whispered in an excitable tone, quirking his eyebrows at Bishop in a goofy manner, the smirk raising now that Bishop had taken the bait, "Any freckles in unexpected places? Around the naughty bits perhaps?" He teased, his tone remaining below human hearing. He didn't want to tarnish his reputation too much in front of the ladies. Mirabelle was his sister, so unfortunately she had no choice but to overhear, because in his definition 'sister' and 'woman' did not hold any correlation.

"So do kindly mind your own damn business. He was talking to me, not you."

"Incredibly unlikely, but we can always fantasize, my brother. Come now brothers, that's enough fun for now. We must move along. Let us pay and get our hair trimmed for the event. I fear that the sun is growing brighter and brighter as we speak, and I do not wish to make a spectacle of myself by turning to ash in front of the entire village." Demetri whispered with a smile across his pale lips as he thought of the scenario. Despite his serious tone and the severity of his words, he still managed to feign a cheerful exterior. Very few who resided in the castle had keen enough eyes to realize that he was putting on a façade.

“Well?”

Demetri smiled in a delightful manner before chuckling,"Well, well. Camilla, darling, aren't you simply a bonafide young woman?" There was absolutely no trace of sarcasm in his tone, in fact it was quite genuine. Whether she believed him or not was another matter entirely, "I apologize for the frills, but I have to admit you look far more adorable this way." He lightly teased, albeit still sincere in his compliment. His eyes scanned her form once more, a prideful expression on his features as he removed a wad of Spanish currency from his dress trousers. His suit was already at the manor, one that he hand crafted for himself, which he wished to keep as an ultimate surprise. He was incredibly dramatic when it came to appearances and grand entrances, but it was that exact quirk that made him so fantastically unique from his other siblings.

He paid the tailor, and waved for everyone to follow, "Camilla, you can wear that. Just put on the cloak that Jane and Mirabelle have lent to you. Your dress is short enough to not get muddy. I also have prepared stockings to prevent your legs from getting cold. It is still winter after all." He informed his maid, offering his hand to her so that she wouldn't get lost in the crowd, but also so that strange men would know to not look at her twice. She looked adorable and he knew what was inside of the hearts of men. Legally she was of age, but physically and mentally Camilla was still quite like a child. He couldn't take advantage of her like a woman, and he would not allow anyone else to even attempt until she were a few years older, "As I am sure you are aware, there are a lot of men worse than me out there praying to get the chance to abuse a cute young woman like yourself. Please accept my hand, little dove? If only just for my protection." He whispered to Camilla. He waited for her response, then began walking once she decided. Either way he kept a slow pace and a keen eye on his delicate cargo. He was NOT letting anyone lay a finger on this young woman even if his own life depended on it.

They eventually made it to the tailor's shop and Demetri inspected Camilla's hair before turning to one of the hair stylists, "A slight trim in the front, keep her original layers in the back. Only cut the dead ends. I like her long hair." He stated with a smile before gesturing for Camilla to sit in one of the many chairs say in a straight row. After she chose, Demetri proceeded in taking a seat next to her and a well endowed young woman approached the long haired lord.

"Ooo~ Lord Demetri, the usual mi amor?" She practically purred to the flirtatious male.

The woman had long, lusciously curled chestnut locks of hair, accompanied with tanned skin and bright brown bedroom eyes. By their body language alone, it was definitely safe to say that this woman was a past lover of his, judging by how the two 'made eyes' with each other. His eyes lingered on hers for a moment, and despite being quite perverse, his eyes never once shifted to her overflowing corset. He had those memorized so well, he had them down to a science. He would never forget any woman's breas-

"Yes, the usual. Take extra precaution, we have an event tomorrow and I wish to look my best, my dear Annalisa." Demetri replied with closed eyes, completely trusting the woman with his entire being. His guard was so low around her that it was almost alarming. He definitely had a certain level of attachment to each of his amours.

"Of course, I'm sorry to pry. I just wished to make sure master wasn't pushing himself too hard after being so busy recently. I do not wish to see you faint."

Reiji slowly leaned in towards Tanzy as she spoke, refusing her any chance of escape when he lifted her chin up with his left index finger, letting her chin rest on his knuckle. Gazing deep into her crimson orbs with his equally crimson eyes, Reiji purred his next words with a low and sexy tone of voice, "I could show you that you'll faint far before I will from...heat. If you sincerely wish to discuss high temperatures with me." Reiji teased the pinkette maid with narrowed eyes and an arrogant smirk adorning his thin, pale lips.

"It suits her, so what the hell does it matter if it's more traditional?

"Nothing, but while you're over there being modest, we're actually having a bit of recreational enjoyment." Reiji responded in a simple and unaffected tone. It wasn't like the hired help could hear Bishop's insolence, so there was really no need to feel angered by it, at least not today. He felt he was really striking a chord with his baby brother. Not to mention, everyone else seemed to be poking the tiger through his cage. Was there something going on that he wasn't informed of? His eyes shifted to Mirabelle suspiciously, but he decided to drop his supposition. It did not do any good to theorize on pure conjecture.

"I just thought that after an entire year.. that you'd be at least a little more curious about her... Or have you already seen more of sweet little Anise without sharing the details with your favorite brother? That would be rude, dear brother. I wish to live vicariously through you after all.. It's been too long since I last bedded a woman..."

Reiji closed his crimson eyes, letting Tanzy look about the store however she wished. He'd buy anything that she needs, and money definitely wasn't an issue for his family. He wondered if she knew just how privileged that she and the other servants were today? It wasn't often that a noble family bought their servants an entire ensemble.

"Besides, it's not like she can't just wear one of the gowns Castiel gave Tanzy if for whatever reason this one doesn't work out."

"You are a better man than I pinned you for, little brother. I could never allow my dear Tanzy to wear anything that a man she's had past affections for had given her." Reiji made sure to mention, and put specific emphasis on Anise's mixed feelings toward Castiel. She had been the first human to run to his aid after all, and she so willingly offered up her blood to him, despite Castiel having his own personal servant. It didn't take a genius to realize that the ebony haired catastrophe had feelings for his elder brother, and that perhaps was the reason that he could not tolerate her. He knew that Tanzy had a degree of affection for Castiel, but he planned to snuff it out bit by bit, once and for all.

"Besides, I'm not some weak pathetic excuse for a man who can't control himself over something as simple as a dress."

"We were never talking about the dress making you unable to control yourself. We simply meant the extra..skin." Reiji taunted Bishop, the entire time his tone far too hushed for Tanzy's human ears. It was quite fun having full conversations that those around them had no chance in hell of ever hearing, in this lifetime or the next.

"So you HAVE seen more of her than you're letting on? Do tell, brother! Any freckles in unexpected places? Around the naughty bits perhaps?"

Reiji nearly chuckled at this, but managed to keep a straight expression, sans his cocky smirk. Demetri brought the conversation to entirely new level, and Reiji had to admit that he was interested to see how Bishop would respond to the new teasing. This was far more than innocent jabs. Demetri dived straight down, right into all of the dirty adult content. He realized that their sister was overhearing every appalling detail.

"So do kindly mind your own damn business. He was talking to me, not you."

"You wound me, Bishop." Reiji stated, placing one hand over his unbeating heart and clenching at the fabric of his suit that was right above it for a moment. Though he dropped the theatrics quickly, turning his attention to Demetri once more. He was actually enjoying himself far more than he assumed that he would have. Who'd have known a family outing would do the soul some good?

"Incredibly unlikely, but we can always fantasize, my brother. Come now brothers, that's enough fun for now. We must move along. Let us pay and get our hair trimmed for the event. I fear that the sun is growing brighter and brighter as we speak, and I do not wish to make a spectacle of myself by turning to ash in front of the entire village."

"Come Tanzy, we're leaving. Everyone needs to pay and finish up." Reiji commanded to his family and the hired help. His crimson eyes dared anyone to defy him, because he was looking for a reason to wrap his claws around an unsuspecting victim and sink his teeth in. Tanzy was enough as far as sustenance was concerned, but he wished to find someone that he could really dig into. He wanted the careless he once felt, the ability to tear some skin and possibly almost eliminate his victim emotionlessly. He wouldn't find that in Tanzy. He paid for himself and his maid, opening the door for her once the reach the exit. He gave her sufficient time to step out before proceeding through the doorway himself. The streets were far busier, and Reiji ushered for Tanzy to follow him closely, "Wander off on me and our little deal is off."[/color] Reiji warned, hoping his threat would keep her close. After seeing Ashlyn, he couldn't help but feel more than a little apprehensive about having her out of arm's reach, especially in a crowd as large as this.

It didn't take long, but they made it into the salon. Apparently Camilla and Demetri were already receiving their cut, so he gestured for Tanzy to take a seat, "Keep her current style, but cut off the rough edges. Precision will be rewarded." He stood next to her chair, opting out of a haircut. His own wasn't nearly as long as Demetri's, for the most part, besides, humans always seemed to mess it up in one way or another. If he needed a trim, he'd have his brother do it before he'd trust any human wench. Speaking of human wenches, Demetri seemed to be getting friendly with the one attending to his hair.

"Yes, the usual. Take extra precaution, we have an event tomorrow and I wish to look my best, my dear Annalisa."

"Never drop your guard around a woman, Deme. They're the deadliest of predators. You don't even realize it, until it's too late." He was speaking of Ashlyn and her sister, but that wasn't immediately obvious to anyone who wasn't aware of her, or his connection to her so many years ago. It was painful, and she couldn't believe that he actually had dropped his guard. She was the first, and the last woman to ever hurt him and live to tell the tale.

A slight smile and a hint of pink graced the cheeks of his favorite maid, the sight enough to temporarily ease any doubts Bishop had on her explanation of simply being tired. He let her eyes linger on him as long as she dared, taking secret pride in knowing he was a fine looking specimen of Spanish nobility. Anise's acknowledgement of his attire suiting his appearance groomed his ego considerably, and combined with her startled and frantic assurances he did not disgust her was enough to slightly soften his mood.

Bishop regarded Anise with an arched brow at her flustered response, only glancing away when Jason presented himself. Even as he fetched the last minute adornments for the butler, Bishop's senses were focused almost entirely on Anise, nodding at her explanation for now. As soon as she was given the go ahead, he noticed with some amusement how the ebony haired girl scurried off to fetch something without hesitation. Obviously she had had her eye on something, and the red head found himself curious as to what type of accessory appealed to her. Nothing gaudy he was sure.

As he began to take out the necessary funds to purchase his, Anise's and Jason's attire, Anise brought over the item that appealed to her, and his eyes lingered on it a moment. The silly girl seemed almost afraid of his reaction. Glancing from the butterflies to the maid's hair, Bishop nodded his approval as he handed over the money before carefully taking the hair piece and handing it over to be wrapped up. "Butterflies, huh? It suits you. Have your obsessive friend do it justice." he remarked, turning to wait for the rest of the household to be ready to leave.

Bishop's placated mood didn't last long, his twin and Reiji once more inciting his temper with very well placed verbal jabs. His eye started twitching in annoyance, glaring at his beloved twin and having half a mind to smack the man. Since when did Demetri taunt him like this? That was their job to do to others. "You're the vicarious one, brother." he remarked with a pointed look and roll of his eyes, able to brush aside the taunt, albeit with more difficulty than usual.

But when Demetri continued his line of assault, Bishop let out low hiss to his siblings, fighting to remain out of the human's audible ranges. Angry and defensive, the redhead found his siblings to be utterly infuriating by this point. Demetri's excited tone coupled with his vulgar probing- regardless of jest or not, was enough to make his temper return with a vengeance. "Dumbass! I swear if you were anyone else I'd kick your ass... I've half a mind to slug you in the face! Stupid!" Bishop snapped at his twin, only to seethe as Reiji of all people continued to butt in. "I'll gut you in your sleep, asshole!" Bishop snarled, Reiji's feigned misery earning a derisive snort. "Clearly I don't wound you enough."

Before they could argue more, Demetri then Reiji headed out towards the salon, prompting the rest to follow suit. Bishop cursed under his breath as he gestured Jason and Anise follow him, his eyes boring holes into Reiji's back.

It was only when they got to the Salon that Bishop actually gave though to one of Reiji's smart ass comments. Smirking, the hot headed vampire all but sneered at Reiji just loud enough for the finely attuned hearing their kind had.
"Your dear Tanzy? You have guts to scorn me for what you think is affection and leniency when you seem to be rather fond of your new toy. Your Dear Tanzy indeed..."

Motioning for Anise and Jason to take seats as well, he all but ignored the flirtatious and attentive eyes that picked him out of his siblings to land on. He tried to recall if he actually recognized anyone from the past, if any of the humans were skilled enough to be remembered. He pointed a different stylist to each of the servants, deciding on a cut.

"Keep hers mostly intact, so long as I can see her eyes and the hair frames her face naturally. Even it out on the ends. As for him...Trim his bangs back just a bit and even it out. Make him look more put together and sophisticated." Bishop plopped himself down between the two servants he was escorting, looking positively bored with the honey haired woman before him, asking in an almost reverent tone what he would like done with his locks.

"Even them out. Don't change style. Trim bangs slightly. Otherwise, leave it be, and don't nick my ears or neck!"



Just as she thought Reiji's teasing was over and she couldn't get any more abashed, Tanzy was once more proven horribly wrong as the vampire lord tilted her head up with a finger under her chin, his tone nothing short of seductive as he spoke. Face burning as red as a ripe tomato, the young woman released a soft squeak of mortification at the possible implications of his words. Her heart hammered in her chest as she all but panicked inside, embarrassed and startled at all the suggestive wording she'd heard in the past 24 hours, directed at her no less! The man was surely trying to make her die of shock.

Even upon being released, Tanzy didn't move about the store to browse, simply fanning herself to try and look composed and normal. Her eyes darted between the occupants of the Santiago estate, finally choosing Anise as a safe object of focus for the time being. Bishop still seemed busy with her friend and the new butler, so Tanzy chose not to interrupt for now. Starting to calm down once more, Tanzy watched Anise fetch a pretty purple hairpiece, smiling at the sight and the mental image of her friend wearing it.

Finally calmed enough to relax and glance around herself, Tanzy found it odd how the Santiago's seemed to be talking, but she could not for the life of her make heads or tails of what they were saying. Once in a rare while she'd be lucky to catch what sounded like the whisper of a voice or maybe part of something resembling what could be a word, but could easily be a sound in the wind or a ringing in her ears. It wasn't the first time the phenomenon happened around the vampires, but it was as uncanny as the first time she ever experienced it. She decided to give up the hope that she'd ever manage to find out what they seemed to be muttering to each other during such sessions.

Tanzy was brought out of her thoughts (and consequently, a lingering concern she might be imagining things and losing her mind), by Reiji's voice instructing her to follow him and his family. She gave a slight curtsy and thanked the vampire for holding the door for her, walking behind the aristocrat.

His warning had the desired effect, the girl nodding and keeping no further than a step away from the male at any time, careful to keep up lest he mistake her for trying to disobey. She didn't bother her new master with 'tedious questions' as master Castiel put them, simply keeping pace as closely as possible until they reached the salon.

Demetri and his maid already seated, Tanzy likewise took a seat as Reiji indicated she do so, offering no opinion or comment on his instructions for her hair. She'd never had anyone besides her mother cut her hair, and the maid was wondering what it was going to be like to go to a professional. She smiled at Anise and waved when Bishop and the two servants with him entered, earning a reminder from the stylist for her to remain still. Apologizing, Tanzy went still as she could be, only glancing over at Reiji with a quizzical expression. Was he going to just stand next to her seat? Did he not want his own hair styled? She said nothing, not wanting to invoke his anger or his teasing, especially not in front of so many people. Eventually, she began to relax as the tension seemed to ebb away with the soft snipping of scissors.

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Ashlyn looked into her hands, taking off the stupid gloves and tossing them aside with the hat she so dearly hated. It was so much more convenient to wear mens' clothes and she did it often, when riding, when in her home, when with people she's comfortable with...

Ashlyn stood, finding that the skirts she was in were stifling and she was in need of pants. That, and a way to get into the Santiago's house without Reiji knowing until it was too late. He probably wouldn't be happy. In fact, Ash could almost guarantee he would be angry, furious maybe. Oh well.

Ash composed herself, leaving the gloves and hat as she began walking back to the street. She moved quickly, going to the inn she had rented a room at upon hearing the Santiagos were to come to town. Her house, or manor rather, was a half hour carriage ride and since Ash couldn't ride into town on a horse, she decided on an inn.

Her arrival was greeted with words of hello and welcome. She smiled and gave a courteous smile but didn't stop as she moved to her room on the second floor. It was the nicest inn in town and had recently been upgraded to contain some electricity. It was certainly interesting to see it all considering Ash remembered back when just trains were new.

Ash changed, finding herself having difficulty with the corset and resorting to just cutting the laces using a particular spell she had found helpful in similar situations. The tunic she traded the dress for was much more comfortable and movable in and it allowed Ash to breathe.

Ash walked out of her room dressed as a young man might, though her face was her own. She pulled on the illusion as she walked down the hall, feeling it wash over her. She didn't bother masking her scent or anything yet, just the looks.

She had a new plan. Reiji might not believe her, or if he does, trust her, but another one of his brothers might. Demetri, bless his heart, was someone she could trick if she pulled the right strings. Even Bishop, if there was a particularly annoying person in the household, could be convinced. She considered her options. She hardly knew Mirabelle since she had been so young and with Castiel... With whatever happened to Castiel she couldn't even consider him. One of the twins then.

Ash emerged from her inn and began walking back to the store Reiji had entered only to find it empty of the Santiagos. She nearly groaned out loud. She needed to find them then. She considered her options as she walked back outside. Perhaps waiting wouldn't be bad considering their carriages were still here.

She groaned inwardly, biting back her hiss of annoyance before standing by the carriages and looking as if she were waiting to discuss something rather important. She would need to speak to either twin in the form of the older woman which she held now, then give a reason for her to leave and her son to appear... It would work out. Hopefully.

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Jason noticed how Anise seemed so fragile. She couldn't have always been like this, right? Yes she was clumsy and perhaps a bit... gentler, but not fragile certainly. Jason looked at her curiously before he returned his gaze to Bishop as he was awarded the extra trinkets for his suit.

The twins seemed to have a conversation judging by how they were moving their mouths, yet Jason heard none of it, perhaps barely a breeze of a word if he strained though he gave up, finding it wasn't worth it since what he did gain made no sense.

Demetri had chosen a frilly outfit for his new maid and Jason couldn't help but think she looked like one of his younger sisters. He turned to face Bishop, finding the noble was sort of distracted with Reiji and Demetri and Anise still.

Jason stayed quiet, taking in the scene around him and watching as individuals did what they do, keep secrets or tease or more.

Jason, upon Bishop going to pay, followed, though he was gazing at the things around him enough that his pace was more leisure than of joining Bishop. Jason glanced back to see that Anise was bringing up another object, what looked like something to go in her hair. It nearly stabbed at Jason to see her, so like Alice, yet not. Alice was dead. She was gone. He couldn't and wouldn't hold her again and that idea brought Jason's eyes back to Bishop in an attempt to forget Anise looked like her sister at all.

Upon payment, the group moved to a salon that Bishop seemed to know. Jason took his seat as was directed and watched curiously as Demetri flirted with the girl that he seemed to know all too well.

Jason hardly heard Bishop's explanation to the worker of what he wanted done to Jason's hair. Off the bangs made sense and evening out the longer locks wouldn't be a bad thing, so Jason went with it, smiling slightly at Bishop's comment about how he needed yet to be put together. It was true, Jason wasn't going to deny it, but it seemed rather funny to him that Bishop had no qualms about saying it out loud.

If it hadn't been clear earlier, it was clear then. Bishop was not a people person. Jason didn't really understand why he wouldn't want to be, bu he did understand Bishop's want at least.

Jason was quiet as his hair was cut, savoring it actually. Normally, his mother cut his hair and it came out well enough, but she was usually in a hurry and would be doing it by candlelight. This was by someone who did it for a living in broad daylight for money. He glanced over at Bishop, expecting him to be fearful of the money he was spending freely until Jason remembered, he was with some of the wealthiest people in his entire life.

"Well, well. Camilla, darling, aren't you simply a bonafide young woman? I apologize for the frills, but I have to admit you look far more adorable this way."

Camilla raised an eyebrow at that questioningly. She was unsure of his words, as she had taught herself to be suspicious of anyone's intentions. That and no one had actually called her 'adorable' before in her life. Camilla was always a little too rough and rebellious in her nature to be called that, even back when she was a child, frequently getting into arguments and brawls with the other children. Perhaps that was why she never got adopted... Most couples were apprehensive of getting a rowdy little girl for their daughter. Camilla soon gave up hope soon, but she still looked back upon it with some bitterness. "Camilla, you can wear that. Just put on the cloak that Jane and Mirabelle have lent to you. Your dress is short enough to not get muddy. I also have prepared stockings to prevent your legs from getting cold. It is still winter after all." Demetri beckoned for everyone to follow him with a wave, and Camilla could find no flaws in his reasoning to get upset over. Demetri seemed to have thought about everything, she noted as she slipped on the hood once again, fastening the strings skilfully with quick fingers. Come to think of it, it had been a while since she was in a crowd as big as this one.

"As I am sure you are aware, there are a lot of men worse than me out there praying to get the chance to abuse a cute young woman like yourself. Please accept my hand, little dove? If only just for my protection." Of course, she didn't really need it. Camilla understood what he was talking about, of course. It wasn't the first time she had been exposed to the horrors the place hides, but she had always been able to stay just out of sight, with enough protection for others to consider approaching her dangerous. Camilla was sure that she would still be able to protect herself now, if not for the lethargy and nausea being sick had left her with. She had almost forgotten her fever for a second, only for the light headed feeling to come rushing back. As a result, she nodded slightly and slipped her hand into his. Demetri's hands were cold, it's as if there was no warmth in him. An involuntary shudder ran down her spine as she remembered once more just who she was working with. He didn't act like what she had expected, but that was never a reason to drop her guard.

At last, they seemed to reach where they were going and Camilla dropped Demetri's hand immediately. They entered a shop, where people were having their hair cut, and Demetri gave instructions to a woman on how to cut hers before gesturing for her to sit. Camilla sat on the chair the closest to the door out of habit, jut in case she needed to make a break for it.

This was new. Camilla never understood the concept of a haircut before, neither did she see the need to have special people handling hair. Stylised hair is something that mystified her, she left her hair to grow on its own and only cut it down with whatever sharp object she had on hand should it get too troublesome to fight with. The real thing troubling her at that moment was that the barber was holding a pair of sharp scissors, and Camilla didn't relish the idea of having blades held anywhere near her head when she wasn't the one handling them. She glanced next to her quickly to check how Demetri was dealing with this newfound danger, only to find him completely relaxed. Was this supposed to be a normal activity for him? Compared to the attitude Demetri had, Camilla was of a sharp contrast, her body held tensely at attention as the scissors snipped away at the strands of her hair.

There didn't seem to be a way out of this, though she felt a slight sense of unjust seeing that Master Santiago didn't need to have his hair cut. At least he had the right idea about women, though Camilla never knew where he got that from. Perhaps he was betrayed by one before, it might explain his attitude. It was not as if those things were uncommon to her anymore, but she wondered what kind of women would have an affair when she might be engaged to a noble. The world is a big place. For now, Camilla chose not to think about it too much as she settled into her seat and shut her eyes tightly, willing for this experience to be over quickly. She wasn't enjoying it one bit.

"Butterflies, huh? It suits you. Have your obsessive friend do it justice."

The dark haired maid nodded quickly and let out a soft sigh at Bishop's words of approval, a small smile forming on her light pink lips shortly after, "Thank goodness.." Anise whispered under her breath, obviously relieved by his response, once again forgetting that Bishop was able to hear her. She normally would have said Thank God, as she was raised in in a catholic upbringing, but she lost her faith in Catholicism shortly after her arrival at Castillo de la Muerte. However, Anise never officially stated that she was no longer of the faith, it was simply something that she discarded subconsciously. Anise suddenly felt a bit dizzy, so she ran a hand through her hair, noticing that her throat was also quite dry, and that she felt thirst, despite having drank quite a bit of water before her departure. She still wasn't feeling very well, and they were all together in sunlight for the first time ever, so it was easy to forget that the man standing before her was a full fledged vampire of myth.

Anise followed Bishop after noticing his gesture for the two servants to leave the store with him. Anise hurriedly tied the cloak that she was loaned, pulling up her hood once she was outside. At first she followed behind the group rather well, keeping a close and steady pace, but she became somewhat entranced when she noticed a violin shop on the way to the salon. Anise wandered off a bit, just to steal a closer look. She'd seen a violin up close just once, so this was a rare chance she had to take. She absolutely loved the sounds that the instrument made, they were breathtaking, beautiful masterpieces.. As a child she believed that the violin was personally crafted by God himself, at that time there was no other explanation for their glorious sound, at least in the small child version of Anise's mind. Anise however jolted from her adoration and rushed back to the group. She had to run, but she caught them just before they had turned the corner. Reiji was already inside of the building, so she was somewhat confident that he was unaware that she had indulged in one of her few guilty pleasures.

Anise was behind Bishop and Jason again, biting her bottom lip. She wanted a violin desperately, but she sent a huge chunk of her pay to Tanzy's family, a family that needed the money far more than her drunkard of a mother did. The remaining portion was in the envelope that she'd given Bishop. She intended to help support Derrick financially, her first love was someone she wished to have a happy life, even if it was with someone else. Now that she was separated from him, it was becoming quite clear that she used to love him, but it was too late now. She gave up on her feelings for Derrick and properly mourned, realizing that she would never see him again, and came to this decision. Part of her hoped that Bishop wouldn't read the letter, mostly because of her growing feelings for Bishop, but she also feared that he would not deliver the letter if he knew that it was addressed to a boy that she loved and loved her in return. She could already practically visualize his anger.

Once inside the salon, Anise looked around in amazement. Several women were working, which was an odd occurrence, but also they were cutting hair. Anise's hair had been cut before, but never by a professional, it was always Derrick's mother..

Anise couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive, and was reluctant to sit, despite Bishop ushering for them to do so. Anise let out one shaky breath before taking a seat, but her entire body was stiff, much like Camilla's. Anise didn't feel that she needed a haircut, but she wasn't exactly sure about that, seeing as she didn't get them often. Was this something that the rich did regularly? She noticed that Reiji wasn't getting his hair cut, and a frown immediately formed on her features. Demetri of all people was getting his hair cut, so why wouldn't Reiji? Why was he the only one who had the right to choose? Then a sudden thought struck her; Who said that the other nobles didn't have a choice? Were the servants really the only ones forced to get their hair cut? Suddenly she felt like an animal, she had no rights, and she was here for the noble's convenience.. When a stylist approached, Anise's entire body became incredibly still. She did not want this, at all.

"Keep hers mostly intact, so long as I can see her eyes and the hair frames her face naturally. Even it out on the ends."

It didn't sound like a lot of work, but Anise knew nothing about hair, other than a few tricks to styling it.. She swallowed hard, closing her eyes as the stylist approached and began to snip. With each lock of hair that fell, Anise felt that she lost more and more of her freedom. She was truly just a plaything, as Reiji said. She had no control of where she went, what she ate, or even who she met. Her whole life depended on what the Sabtiago family wanted, and the thought was suffocatingly heavy.

"As for him...Trim his bangs back just a bit and even it out. Make him look more put together and sophisticated."

Anise heard the words, but she was panicking so much that it felt as though she weren't truly experiencing the moment, but instead somehow watching everything from afar. Suddenly everything around her felt surreal and distant. It wasn't until the stylist tapped her shoulder that Anise stirred from her shock.

"Your hair is finished, darling.." The kindhearted brunette sang to the black haired maid, her hand lightly caressing Anise's shoulder, "You were the most well behaved customer I've had. You were so still.. What do you think of your hair, dear?" The bubbly and kindhearted woman asked quizzically, gesturing toward the large mirror before them.

Anise turned to look towards the mirror, gawking at herself in surprise. She had never felt more beautiful in her entire life, and she almost came to tears. This is what a professional could do with hair? She didn't change much, but that little change made a world of difference. Anise truly felt that her physical appearance matched the expensive cloak she was wearing. As she looked in the mirror, she almost forgot that she was a simple servant, because she truly fitted the appearance of nobility thanks to the hair stylist, "I-It's... It's lovely.. Thank you so much." Anise whimpered out, wiping her eyes before her tears erupted from her teat ducts.

"Time for your makeup. Gotta impress that special man in your life!" The woman chimed, leading Anise away from Bishop and over to the women with all kinds of minerals and small containers. She'd never worn a lot of makeup, mostly because it was expensive to make, and deadly if you used the wrong ingredients.

The tall and slightly overweight makeup artist that Anise's hairstylist led her to grabbed Anise roughly by the arm and forcefully sat the thin girl down, "Nice bone structure. You will do nicely." The woman stated in a stern Russian accent, but her smile hinted that she was somewhat pleased with Anise already. Anise wasn't sure what was going on, mostly because her eyes were closed, but her face felt wet at times, then dry. She wasn't sure what this woman was doing, but it felt comparable to witchcraft, considering all the different vials, containers, and ingredients involved.

"You are finished!" Came the Russian accent, and Anise stood, returning to Bishop's side, curious to see herself in the mirror. When Anise saw herself, she was shocked by her final appearance.

"The stylists said that I'm done, Mi'lord... I wonder how she curled my hair..?" She was baffled, and her question was definitely rhetorical. She didn't expect Bishop or Jason to know how the stylists had achieved the impossible. Her mother had tried to curl Anise's hair several times, but Anise got her stubborn hair from her grandmother. Her hair absolutely refused to curl, but somehow the stylists managed to work their magic on those ebony locks of hers. Anise wanted to ask how she looked, but she was afraid of what Bishop might think about it. He was ignoring the advances and adoring looks he received, so she began to wonder if he had a fiancé or someone else special to him. It would have made sense, especially since he was gone a lot the year before... She didn't want to ask him for his opinions if his heart belonged to another.

Reiji closed his eyes, quite impressed that Bishop caught his wording. He was starting to wonder if his brothers cared enough to play along with the game at all, "Of course. I meant my words just as I stated them, after all, I did not stutter. " Reiji replied to Bishop in a factual manner, his resolve never once wavering as he responded to his younger sibling, "All of my toys are dear to me, including Miss McNeal." Reiji stated, as if he were truly discussing wooden trains or spinning tops instead of actual human beings with Bishop. Reiji was definitely referring to people, Tanzy in particular. "Perhaps I do not cherish her in the same manner as you value your toys.." Reiji replied in a thoughtful manner, his eyes shifting to Jason, and then Anise. His gaze lingered on the ebony haired maid longer than what would be perceived as normal, simply due to the well known fact that Reiji still wanted to steal a taste of that defiant girl's blood. For now, however, he would just have to wait. His hands were figuratively tied by the legally binding contract he'd signed with his maid, but with Tanzy spying for him, all hopes of a surprise rebellion were for naught. The trade was well worth it, because Reiji valued his position far more than he felt he would enjoy sinking his fangs into Anise's all too frail jugular.

"I simply detest sharing what is mine.. I'm sure you understand, judging by your resentment towards the circumstances I've placed upon you." Reiji explained to the hotheaded Santiago sibling in a soft tone to be certain that none of the servants would overhear.

Anise approached the group, completely finished and he had to admit that she looked quite astonishing. The hairstylist that was in charge of Tanzy's hair was finished soon after Anise's approach, and Reiji smirked. He didn't even tell the woman what he'd wanted done to Tanzy's hair, yet somehow the result was exactly what he'd had in mind. He found the art of hair styling to be truly magnificent.

As the stylist finished Tanzy's hair, Reiji got a good look at her before smirking, "She always does as I expect." He sighed in satisfaction, enjoying the game he played with this stylist. He didn't care to know her name, but ever since he'd returned home, he always got this woman to cut his hair without breathing a word of direction to her, and thus far he had never been displeased. His opinion of her work remained in tact, and he quirked an inquisitive brow, "You've been quiet, love." Reiji commented in an almost sympathetic manner, caressing her cheek with his thumb to move a strand of hair into place, but his eyes told another story. He was simply using the close proximity as an excuse to check her out, "I haven't embarrassed you have I? I wholeheartedly apologize." He mused, his eyes sparkling with a sense of amusement. Though, he had to admit, he preferred Tanzy when she was talkative and squeaky.

Noticing some strange noise outside, Reiji dismissed Demetri, "Go retrieve Mirabelle. I believe our sister needs us.. I've got our maids covered." Reiji responded, rather worried about Mirabelle, but he felt it would be good for his sister to remember her attachments to the twins as well, seeing as she'd missed so much time with Angelo that she'd never get back. He did not wish to monopolize his sister's affections, else others might tarnish his pure intentions with her. He was not her brother by blood, after all. Nothing tied them other than childhood memories. And once, they believed that they were to be we'd. He could still remember the games they would play, including acting out their wedding, during the few times he had time to actually be a child. Her mother kept him studying quite a bit, Elizabeth was spiteful that way, using a child as a weapon to anger Edward.. Reiji didn't realize how cruel she was until he got older, as a child he assumed she was stern towards him out of love, but he was painfully misled.

"Come, we must get your makeup done. No lady is prepared for a ball without makeup." Reiji smirked, showing the two women to the makeup artists. He looked over both Camilla and Tanzy before deciding on what to do with them, "Go easy on the makeup. They're both quite attractive without it, okay loves?" He told both of the women in charge, before letting out a sigh, adjusting his glasses. He couldn't wait to see the final product. This was just as much for the women as it was for the men, the men would get to gawk at the ladies the entire ride home after all. I hope that Demetri returns soon. Judging by that noise, Mirabelle ran into some trouble, or there are some really angry cats outside and our little village needs an exterminator, because that was rather loud..

Although he'd handled Bishop with astonishing grace, the younger male's words began to eat at Reiji's subconscious. Was there a shred of truth to Bishop's point? He noticed he was teasing her quite a bit lately, not to mention his jealousy towards her prior relationship with Castiel.. The vampire shook off the thought, closing his eyes as he felt a grin spread across his lips. It was definitely his lack of rest. He hadn't slept well in weeks, due to his duties to Mirabelle, the family as a whole, and not to mention to their region in general. He was exhausted and decided to blame his behavior on that fact. Reiji mentally deduced that his sexual taunts were simply his own misguided attempts to vent his overwhelming levels of stress. The only logical explanation is I'm using Tanzy as an outlet. I've been using her to expel my pent up frustrations in a positive manner. That's all there is to it, why does that twit think there is more to it? He's overreacting, jumping to insane conclusions. His implications turn a mundane barnyard into the Taj Mahal.

Like his brother and the servants, Bishop subjected himself to the snipping of scissors as the stylist cut his red tresses, the stylist in question attempting to make conversation. Bishop ignored her, eye twitching ever so slightly as he resisted the urge to kindly tell her to piss off and simply do her job. He wasn't here to socialize. Especially not with some buxom woman who clearly was admiring him for nothing more than looks and status. The older he grew, the more it irked the temperamental vampire.
Once upon a time, he would have happily flirted and enjoyed the occasional conquest along with his twin, the two going out and each finding a lady they found pleasing enough. More and more though, his tastes became even pickier than they once were. To solidify his disdain, Bishop realized as his years went by that while everything of young adulthood was fun and pleasantries he went about without a care, the reality was that none of his lovers really wanted him for him. He was a noble, and a good looking one just like his siblings. Women would by vying for his and his siblings' attention if only for the fact that they knew what being associated with, or marrying, any of the Santiago's would grant them. The vampire lord knew that was the name of the game, but it was no longer something he didn't worry himself over. Instead, it made him all the more resentful.

About to brood on his disdain for the general populace some more, Bishop noticed something off about the ebony haired maid a seat away. Glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, he could clearly see how tense she was, and he frowned at the sight. What on earth was going on with her today? What was fretting her so? Was she seeing her sister again? Was she sick? Anise's distress was practically palpable, and for the thousandth time Bishop wondered if he'd ever figure her out and what triggered her swift changes in mood. He hadn't done anything! And he had made sure Reiji hadn't approached her. What other things would stress the human out...

Without any warning, Anise was ushered away to the powder room to have her makeup done. More than just a tad weary about her being out of his sight for too long, Bishop's gaze lingered on her for a few long seconds, only to growl as Reiji opened his mouth.

Even as Reiji also studied Anise for more than an acceptable length of time, the prick seemed too damn smug for his liking. "Right, you care about your toys. Same way you care about your damn dinner and your freaking experiments." Bishop muttered, fists clenching in anger at the next words out of the older vampire's mouth.

"So you get to have what's yours and I have to share? Self-righteous asshole. No one died and made you king. Now stop looking at my servants and go play with your 'dear Tanzy.'" Bishop's voice was just loud enough to be heard by his sibling, but his hiss was no less venomous.

Spared from arguing and picking a fight with the dark haired male some more, Bishop looked at his finished hair and decided it was acceptable. Still ignoring the stylist with her honey colored locks, he glanced over at the sound of Anise's voice, momentarily surprised by the effects of her hair and makeup. She was appealing as she was, but seeing her dolled up was admittedly worth the trouble and the wait.

All but knocking aside the stylist's hand as she tried to smooth out his hair in an effort to linger, he instead reached over to grab a lock of Anise's ebony tresses between his thumb and forefinger, admiring the smooth texture and the slight curl. His lips twitched as a smile threatened to form, though he held it back lest Reiji decide to comment.

"Perfect." he mused with an approving nod, glancing up to look Anise in the eyes. "What do you think? I take it you've seen yourself in the mirror?"

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Tanzy kept quiet during her haircut, not wanting to move and be trouble for the stylist. Regardless, she was simply trying to keep out of trouble, and her mind was swirling with thoughts. The Santiagos. Anise. Anise helping her family. The kiss. Reiji teasing her. Reiji telling her she'd never see her family again. Despite her embarrassment at all the taunts and gestures from her newly appointed master, the young woman found herself more depressed than flustered at the moment, especially with Reiji seeming to be occupied with his siblings.

Tanzy was so lost in her thoughts that she almost missed the stylist telling her she was done, gesturing that it was now ok to leave the chair. Tanzy thanked the stylist, about to examine herself properly in the mirror when Reiji's voice caught her attention.

Looking over at him with the swiftness and attention of a well- trained dog (a thought that was more than just a bit unsettling), Tanzy's cheeks flushed pink as the vampire touched her skin with his thumb, feeling a slight tickle against her face as he brushed a stray strand of hair back. He commented on her silence, earning a slight bubble of worry. Had he expected her to talk? Was he upset with her? Watching his features, she was relieved he didn't seem to be cross or displeased with her, simply questioning her.

Despite his apology, Tanzy wondered how sincere he was, his amused eyes not matching his words in her mind. She simply shook her head gently. "I'm sorry, I mean no offense. I didn't want to bother you with 'tedious questions' or the like as Master Castiel called them. I was just thinking. And, I was embarrassed, but it's ok...I mean- I'm ok now sire." Tanzy answered softly, careful with her words lest she anger the male.

About to simply wait for her friend, Tanzy was escorted along with Camilla to the powder room for some makeup. Following a woman as instructed, Tanzy tried to sit still and not squint or flinch when something felt unusual. She had only had makeup applied once or twice before in her life, the last time just over a year ago.

Finally, Tanzy was pronounced finished, the maid staring in awe for a moment at her reflection in the mirror, amazed at the result. She certainly felt pretty, and to see how she could look when accented with hair and makeup, she almost didn't recognize herself.

Upon returning to the group, Tanzy let out a delighted gasp and admired her best friend, running over even as Bishop commented on her appearance. "Anise! You look gorgeous! Oh you're just so pretty!" she gushed, unable to contain herself as she grasped her fellow maid by the hand, eyes full of admiration.

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Jason noticed the lack of Anise for a moment, glancing back to see she had stopped at a music shop. He wasn’t sure what the instrument was called, but sure it was between viola and violin. He could never tell the difference.

Upon taking his seat, the woman cutting his hair began. He was anxious, nervous of what she would produce. His mother had been the only one to do it until this professional had gotten a hold of him. She seemed inclined to stare at him and Bishop though he was thankful when she seemed to be more interested in staring at Bishop in the end. Jason had no problem admitting Bishop was good looking and the woman too had noticed.

She cut and snipped and Jason held his breath in fear of what would come out. Jason watched Anise for a moment, distracted by her similarity to Alice. When the lady was done, she showed Jason his appearance and had a broad smile on her face, clearly proud of her work. He wondered what could have made her so happy.

He glanced into the mirror, studying his hair. It was different, shorter, just enough to be off his neck and out of his eyes if he had it the right away and she had it just right. As much as he hated to admit it, Bishop was right, it did make him look more put together in the long run.

Jason heard Anise getting led away before looking to Bishop with a raised brow. He smiled at Bishop’s appearance as he was permitted to stand up by his own hairdresser. Jason was told to sit back down almost immediately as his hair dresser thought she missed a spot. She worked a few more minutes before finally actually letting him up.

He turned in time to see Anise emerge. His breath caught and he looked away immediately. It was clear Bishop had feelings and though Jason didn’t have them for Anise, he felt them when he looked at her from how much she looked like Alice. He turned entirely, walking away a few feet to give the two space.

Reiji and Bishop had spoken yet Jason hadn’t heard them and though he wondered what they had spoken about, he wasn’t stupid enough to ask.

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Ash found she was growing impatient until Demetri emerged. She practically pounced on him. Approaching with a swift and purposeful walk. ”Hello lord Santiago. I don’t know if you remember me, but my name is Lady Rayna. My husband has recently passed and my son is in look of work. He has been hoping to work as a stablehand or such and I thought you might be in need of a servant or extra hand around your household,” Ash stated simply, as if asking a favor from an old family friend. It would appear that way though it was, it wasn’t eh same exactly.

"Right, you care about your toys. Same way you care about your damn dinner and your freaking experiments."

"That is correct." Reiji responded to his brother in their typical too-low-to-hear tone, smirking a bit at the thought. It was amusing that his brother and other siblings thought so lowly of him, but he preferred it that way. It was too dangerous to get close to anyone, impossible to be exact. He couldn't let those he cared about die because of him, he wouldn't allow it. It was fair to say that he treated those he cared about most the worst. He could feel his enemies around him at times, spying, lurking in the shadows. If he showed any sign of weakness, they'd surely use it against him. He was reluctant to even get close to his siblings, but Mirabelle's return brought a soft, vulnerable spot of his heart to the surface. He couldn't contain certain bouts of affection towards his family, his youngest sibling especially.

"So you get to have what's yours and I have to share? Self-righteous asshole. No one died and made you king. Now stop looking at my servants and go play with your 'dear Tanzy.'"

"She's no longer your servant, dear brother. Remember? I relieved you of that obligation. She's simply tagging along with you in Castiel's absence." Reiji teased, eyes glimmering in amusement as his met those almost feral emerald orbs of Bishop's. He loved teasing Bishop, ever since they were children really, mostly because Bishop was the easiest out of the family to get riled up. He couldn't count how many times Bishop has told him to 'go die', so he wasn't too bothered by his brother's words anymore, "Afraid of a little competition? What if I was simply admiring her beauty?" Reiji replied in a quiet, challenging tone of voice.

"I'm sorry, I mean no offense. I didn't want to bother you with 'tedious questions' or the like as Master Castiel called them. I was just thinking. And, I was embarrassed, but it's ok...I mean- I'm ok now sire."

Reiji shot a very dangerous, yet quite dicreet glare towards Tanzy as she said 'Master Castiel', normally his mention wouldn't deem such a harsh expression, but she'd spoke the words that caused him to physically assault poor and unsuspecting Anise. It took every ounce of Reiji's being not to say something, but he kept it to himself, making a mental note to remind and reprimand her for her error. There was only one master of Santiago, and that was him, but also, the thought of being compared to that lowlife left a horrible taste in his mouth. Unable to do nothing, Reiji leaned against a pillar, a sour expression on his face as the elegant man gazed toward the ceiling, "I'm not Castiel, and I do not find questions to be tedious, unless you repeat the same one relentlessly. I am a scientist, I thrive on questions and detest pure silence. So speak up, unless it's about him" Reiji responded, saying the last word with particular malice, a somewhat childlike response, as if he were speaking about his least favorite vegetable. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he did not look to his maid directly, mostly to subdue his anger, but also because he was attempting to hide his jealousy to the best of his ability, and felt that if he met her gaze, she would be able to read him like an open book at that moment.

However, when the maid was pronounced finished, his curiosity bested him. He'd had enough time to simmer down, at least a bit, and his eyes widened for a moment, but it was so fleeting that it was almost impossible to tell that he'd reacted to her appearance at all. The braids and pulled back hairstyle suited her well, and the red tint applied to her cheeks gave her a sensual allure that he could not deny or take his eyes off of. If he'd had a functioning heart, it definitely would have beat faster at this moment, but thankfully his heart had not beat in centuries, "You look quite pleasant. I approve. The look suits you nicely, and makes you appear much more...womanly." Reiji announced, once he'd regained his composure. It only took a single minute, but afterwards, his voice was calm, deep, collected, and sincere. It took him a moment to find how to describe her appearance, but he was happy with his choice of wording, even nodding in approval after he had spoke the word aloud. They returned to the group, and he kept an eye on Camilla as promised, but he wasn't going to remain much longer, he was feeling slightly uneasy, much more so after running into Ash after all these years.

Reiji was not surprised by Bishop's reaction towards Anise, in fact, he sat idly by and watched the events unfold. Apparently Bishop hadn't taken the time to appreciate his former maid, because now Bishop was doing all of the gawking. Reiji smirked at this, quite amused that his brother had fell for the ploy of makeup and a little hair styling. Though Reiji never imagined that Bishop would actually lean forward and touch the maid. Tsk, Tsk.. She is no longer yours to touch, my dear brother. Reiji thought to himself in a chipper and amused manner, closing his eyes for a moment as he took in this moment. He enjoyed this, mostly because he was slowly forcing Bishop to admit that Anise was more to him than simply an 'excellent servant' or 'his property'. Bishop had that luxury, and Reiji coveted it. He forgot what true honesty was a long time ago. He got so used to putting forth a persona, that he actually forgot what his Anima was. Reiji couldn't remember what the 'real' Reiji was even like anymore, just fleeting glimmers of his past and the man, brother, and child he once was.

"Anise! You look gorgeous! Oh you're just so pretty!"

"It's rude to interrupt a moment, even if he is coveting what is no longer his to covet. Come Tanzy, you'll have sufficient time after we return to the manor to discuss wardrobe and beauty." Reiji responded, waving for her to follow him. He had to pay all of the stylists and makeup artists, and he was growing curious as to the noise outside, so he wasn't going to be kept busy for much longer, besides, he was growing quite tired and wished to take a nap, "Mirabelle and Demetri may catch up, we're leaving Tanzy.." Reiji responded in a fatigued tone, paying each of the working ladies before beginning to make his exit.

Once outside, he made quick work of returning to the carriages. He noticed Mirabelle, Demetri and a strange boy, but he was no longer concerned, Demetri seemed to be handling it. Reiji boarded the carriage, waiting for Tanzy to follow him inside. Once she did, he proceeded in shutting the door. With that, they were off, finally returning to Castillo de la Muerte.

Bishop's annoyance and loathing of the man intensified with each word that came out of Reiji's mouth, the red head barely refraining from shouting at the smug asshole and flipping him the rudest of gestures. "'Dear brother' my ass you stupid git....I'm not scared of competition, especially not from a snot nosed prick like you." Bishop hissed back, hating how Reiji brushed aside every insult and simply went out of his way to be the most fucking annoying asshole on earth.

Glaring daggers at Reiji, Bishop soon decided focusing back on Anise was more worth his time, especially since the asshole was back to whatever bullshit he did. Feeling the onyx black hair in between his fingers for a second longer, Bishop finally released it so it was all Anise's once more. Her even thinking her appearance would displease him earned a roll of his eyes. This woman seemed intent on driving him more than just a little batty.

Bishop followed the amethyst eyes of his maid as she glanced first at Jason, and then to the exit of the salon, her question prompting his gaze to linger at the doors himself. Despite his calm demeanor, the red head was admittedly more than just slightly concerned with Demetri out of his sight. While his beloved twin and his precious baby sister were capable of handling themselves, he was wary of them being outside. He himself hated being out during the day, it was straining enough on his nerves, add the ones he cares for to the mix, and uneasiness swam madly in his gut. Damn feelings!

"Yes, everything should be fine. Demetri is more than capable of taking care of himself. Regardless, we shall be leaving soon anyways, and we'll meet up with him." Bishop stood, deciding he may as well fetch Jason and the bull-headed child who now served his twin.

Before he could properly gather the growing number of servants he was handed to babysit for the time being, none other than Tanzy bounded over to praise and admire Anise, earning a frustrated sigh. He wasn't about to snap at the maid unlucky enough to be serving the prick, in part because she didn't cause him any trouble, but mostly because he wasn't keen on seeing Anise's expression become mournful any more than it had been recently. Still, he was obviously not happy with her drawing Anise's attention away from him.

"Yes, her appearance is rather fetching. Run along for now. You can chat with her later when we go back. Relax, she's fine with me, you'll see her at the castle." Bishop tried to not sound too put out as he muttered to Tanzy, lightly waving his hand in a shooing motion.

Gesturing for Jason and Camilla to follow him, he waited until Reiji had left with Tanzy before leaning close to the youngest human, letting a soft hiss into her ear.
"Don't even think of wandering off. You cause my brother any trouble or try to get away, I'll remove a leg, understood? Now follow with the other two and there will be no issues. Don't test me." Deeming this warning good enough, Bishop straightened himself and headed for the exit, ignoring his stylist even as she attempted to bid him a good day. He wanted desperately to tell her to kindly piss off.

Outside in the blasted daytime once more, Bishop approached the carriages with the three humans in tow. As he drew nearer, he frowned slightly at seeing a strange young man in front of Mirabelle and his twin. More people to bother them? Bishop was growing tired of dealing with strangers, but he was pleased to see his siblings appeared to be doing alright as predicted. He pushed Camilla towards his siblings and Jane, not wanting to deal with her any more than he had to. It was only as he moved to stick his hand in his pocket that he recalled the letter. Right, he promised to deliver this oddly heavy letter for Anise.

"Demetri, Mirabelle, watch mine for a minute while I go mail something." he said simply when there was a pause in the conversation, lingering a moment in order to make sure everything was fine. Something seemed off about his sister, and hi quirked a brow at his siblings in a silent question.



As soon as she saw the expression on Reiji's face, Tanzy realized she had made a mistake. His answer only confirmed it, especially with how he refused to say Castiel's name more than once. Even as he looked away and kept his tone mostly steady, his anger at her was palpable. Tanzy shivered at the thought of upsetting him, and her stomach knotted in anxiety. She was going to get herself killed at this rate.

"F-forgive me Master Reiji. I...I know you aren't him." she squeaked, hoping to remedy the situation. "I just...I guess I've become used to not chatting when with the masters of the Santiago house. That...and I don't want to make you angry. Especially if it means I might cause trouble or suffering to someone else..." the more she talked, the quieter her voice became as she expressed herself honestly. She was thankfully spared from further conversation when she was whisked away to get her makeup done.


As she was about to approach her best friend, Reiji got to her first, his words no longer hard and his gaze no longer dangerous. Despite how he seemed to enjoy teasing her, his tone seemed calm and sincere this time, and she couldn't see the usual amusement in them as he did before. Somehow this made her flush just as much as his teasing, the young woman feeling an odd mixture of flattered, surprised, and shy. Womanly? Did that mean she looked girly and young before? She wasn't entirely sure what to think of that, but he seemed to appreciate her look. "Thank you sire." she replied, daring to glance at him and wait to see if he had anything he needed from her before catching sight of Anise once more, hurrying over to her.

Tanzy certainly felt pretty, and hearing Anise reciprocate her own praise of the raven haired girl earned a shy but happy smile from the older maid. Eager to spend time with Anise, she was interrupted for what must've been the tenth time at least this day alone. Bishop wasn't being rude, but he nevertheless was shooing her away. Reluctantly, she nodded, especially at hearing Reiji inform her she was being rude. She apologized, earning a shrug and a nod from Bishop as she obediently followed Reiji's summons. Tanzy noticed her master sounded more than just a tad tired, and reminded of how asking about his physical status had worked before, she immediately decided it would be wise to keep it to herself. Even so, once in the carriage, she glanced at the man in his seat across from her.

"You seem tired Master Reiji...did you wish for me to remain silent and allow you to rest?"

"Go easy on the makeup. They're both quite attractive without it, okay loves?"
Camilla braced herself for whatever they called ‘makeup’ which apparently included several brushes and a stick of color that they applied to her lips. It wasn’t comfortable at all, and having survived the hair styling she wondered vaguely how much more she would have to endure. Whatever the ball was, it had better be worth it. Her fever wasn’t wearing off too well, and so Camilla only focused on gaining her balance while the others moved around, going about their own activities, whatever nobles did. She wasn’t too interested in it anyway. It had nothing to do with her, and if there was one thing she learned in ways to survive is not to get involved with anything if you can help it. It only cause trouble, which included not going off for a job prospect offered by some wealthy looking sadist come to think of it. She really ought to have thought it through, when it seemed too good to be true it usually is, and now she was stuck with a house full of the undead.

The make up artists were done after what felt like a century, and Camilla shot out of the room immediately, trying to wipe of most of the stick of color off her lips. What this strange ritual was for she had no idea, what she knew was that she did not enjoy this one bit. Tanzy, the maid with vivid pink hair complimented Anise’s appearance, and Camilla had to admit that they both looked rather stunning. That said, beauty wasn’t a definition she understood much in most of her life time. Reiji was now supposed to look over her after Demetri’s hurried exit, so she simply stood in one place, observing the actions of the four people outside. There was a boy, or was there? Camilla could have sworn he flickered for a second, but it might be just her eyes. Mirabelle seemed to be rather agitated over him, and she has yet any idea why. However, the boy seemed to be putting up with her attacks rather well. From the time Demetri cornered her, his arms were like the bars to a cage and his skin equally as hard, so she was mildly surprised that the boy isn’t dead by now.

Her mind was quickly snapped out of it when the other twin moved closer to her, whispering in her ear. "Don't even think of wandering off. You cause my brother any trouble or try to get away, I'll remove a leg, understood? Now follow with the other two and there will be no issues. Don't test me." Now wasn’t he a bundle of joy. There was no doubt that he would do good on his promise of making her lose one of her legs, he was perfectly capable of doing so and she knew that, much to her dismay. They were herded to the carriages once again, and Camilla found herself being pushed closer to the commotion as Bishop inquired his siblings about a letter of some sort. “Jane?” The maid was standing to the side of the point of conflict looking rather pale, so Camilla approached her out of concern. “Are you feeling ok? Did something bad happen?”

"Hey, hey. Break it up. This isn't something that can be taken care of here. What's going on?" Demetri said, taking the man from her grasp. She attempted to dig her nails in to keep her hold, but Demetri was too quick.

"The hell it isn't!" She snapped, going after the boy once more, only to be pushed away and still utterly clueless about the burns forming on her arms. It was only when she reached again that she noticed and quickly tucked them back under her cloak with a hiss, moving to stand in the shade of the carriages. They have the power of a hundred men, and something so simple as light was enough to bring them down!

"He was there." She growled, a fire burning behind her eyes. "I don't care why he's here or what he's told you. He was there." It was then when she admitted it, that a panic started at the pit of her stomach while reason slowly started to break past reaction. Why was he here now, and why on Earth was he supposed to be in one of their carriages? She could feel her body start to shake as her eyes grew bigger, looking between the both of them. Was she too much of a risk? Did someone find out about her being illiterate? How stupid was she to go back to her family home - the same place she was taken in the first place!

"No, no, no..." She started muttering under her breath. Her fight or flight reaction was starting to turn in the other direction as she moved to take a few steps backwards and away from them. The excuse the man gave Demetri furthered her fear and her breathing halted, leaving her heart pounding in her ears. The boy must have been trying to get in with the family, to get them to trust him so he could get close. Her eyes darted around them before landing back on the two men. She couldn’t go after him here again, not with her brother in the way and the other two close by. She couldn’t just run and show weakness, but her limbs weren’t following her command. Instead, her feet continued to take her backwards until she bumped into Jane, automatically grabbing for her hand and pulling her off to the side, walking quickly.

“I.. I have to go. I’ll meet you guys at home.” She stuttered with her back turned to them, about to take Jane and start the journey home on foot. Her entire frame shook and she struggled to keep at a walking pace for Jane’s sake, completely hopeless on controlling her own body. She had no idea that Camilla was there with Jane, or for the fact that Rei and Tanzy left, or that Bishop was there just moments ago.

“We… We can’t go home.” She said quietly, her hand tightening on Jane’s as if the tighter she held, the closer Jane would be to her. She could feel her world spinning as the scent of the boy still lingered in her nose, her mind threatening to attack her with past memories.

“I’m sorry!” She cried suddenly, falling to her knees in the grass. She ducked her head between them and covered her head with her arms, curling up as small as she could manage. She was stuck in the past, waiting for the feeling of the whip on her back for trying to escape. She bit her bottom lip so hard it bled, but that was how she coped to make herself deathly silent. Noise always got her into more trouble. All of a sudden she was that little girl again, not the woman who stood with her family the last year and survived the attack of wolves. No, instead she was the little girl they had beaten senseless until she had no will to argue, no will to do anything but do as she was told.

If only she were as lucky as Cassie.

”Yes. yes sir.”

Demetri released an enervated sigh at the boy's response, somewhat hoping that this young lad was not the same boy that he swore to contract as Castillo de la Muerte's new and official stable boy. This particular day was proving to be rather burdenous, and he had to admit that his ordinarily even-tempered nature was quite fed up with this situation. No matter how tenacious Demetri's attempts were, he could not thwart the incalculable volume of misfortune and crisis that was drawn to his family. No amount of forethought or diligence improved their adversity.

Demetri examined the boy's physical condition, realizing that he was not in ideal condition. Mirabelle had done quite a number on the poor kid and he was fairly surprised to see the poor fellow alive, let alone conscious. This boy was truly a tough young man and Demetri couldn't help but feel that he would do well out in the stables if he was equally durable in the midst of strenuous labor. Demetri remembered a time when his hands would welt and callus like Jane's fragile hands. He wished to protect the womanly softness of her fingers, so he refused to allow her to lift another pitch fork in that barn. He absolutely refused to see her ruin such a delicate and one of the most beautiful parts of a woman's body. He took note of the boy's groan. He would need fixed up, but it wasn't like Demetri could feed the boy his blood. They were out in the open, practically standing in the dead center of town.

”I tried to sweet talk her friend there sir, steal a kiss, I swear it will never happen again,”

Demetri quirked an eyebrow, his eyes shifting to Jane immediately. He wasn't certain if he believed this story, but he would let the maid either corroborate the boy's story or prove it false. He trusted that Jane would tell the truth, and if she didn't Mirabelle would surely strike her down with a vengeance. Those emerald orbs of Demetri's gazed upon Jane as he awaited an answer, "So what happened then? Is he telling the truth?" He inquired, his voice remaining ever calm despite the inner chaos he felt. Each day he felt a storm of emotion that no one was aware of. He woke each day wishing that he didn't. He knew that he'd be in for an earful if Bishop were to become aware of his intentions, but alas, he could not simply end his own life abruptly out of selfishness.

No matter how much he wished to believe this boy for the sake of his sister, Jane would have to agree to the story as well before he could deem the tale any merit. He doubted that the maid would defy his sister, so he believed they had reach a stalemate. He however was quite impressed by the lad's willingness to claim the entirety of the blame. Demetri hated being at fault for anything, so he could not help but respect the boy's maturity, even if it also could have been just as easily defined as ignorance.

”It was a mistake I will never make again.”

"If you're wise, you'll keep to that promise." Demetri responded with narrowed eyes. He didn't like being the 'punisher', seeing as like Mirabelle he was usually getting into mischief, but he did not want Reiji to punish her. Her pure view of Reiji was so far left untainted and he did not want it to be torn from her. She did not know what kind of man their adoptive brother had become, and if Demetri could prevent it, she never would. Demetri kept Mirabelle from lunging at the boy again, surprised by his sister's behavior. Demetri noticed that Jane was behind him, attempting to stay aware of his surroundings. He could feel the hot sun hitting his back, realizing that they needed to leave soon. He would not be able to withstand much more exposure.

"Demetri, Mirabelle, watch mine for a minute while I go mail something."

Demetri felt a pang of irritation, wondering how everyone was dropping responsibility on his shoulders without second thought. First Reiji and now his twin. Did they truly believe that he was that good at multitasking? He had to admit he had a knack for it, but this was quite extreme even for his own abilities, "I suppose I can handle it. Get it done. We've got to get out of this heat. It's too hot." Demetri chuckled, hoping his siblings would understand the true meaning behind his words. Demetri did not want to die of sun exposure, that was a slow and painful death that he did not wish to endure.

“Jane? Are you feeling ok? Did something bad happen?”

Demetri's emerald eyes shifted as his maid's voice rang through his ears, his grip slightly loosening on Ash's shirt as he checked on his maid's physical condition. She seemed to be alright, so he returned his gaze to his sister and the flirtatious boy. If that were truly the case, he couldn't honestly scold the boy, seeing as Demetri had numerous amours himself over nearly four centuries.

"He was there. I don't care why he's here or what he's told you. He was there."

What did she mean? He was definitely not a vampire, so how could this boy have been where she had been? Demetri was utterly confused by this, tilting his head as his eyes shot between the two of them. He could tell that his sister was beginning to panic, and today's events were truly souring his mood. His plans to leave Bishop and Anise to themselves seemed damn near impossible now.

"No, no, no...I.. I have to go. I’ll meet you guys at home.”

Demetri had been left behind clueless with Camilla, Anise, and Jason in tow. He lightly drug the boy along with him, heading for the carriages. He could not withstand any further sunlight, mostly because he had not fed in over a week. He waved for each of the hired help in his posession to follow him to the two remaining carriages. Demetri gently shoved Ash inside, getting in afterwards, "Let me see your arm. If it's nothing serious I can probably reset it." He responded in a cool and collected manner, his green eyes shifting to make sure the other three had entered his carriage. Once he was certain that Jason, Anise, and Camilla were inside, he closed the door to the carriage with a sigh of relief. He could practically feel his skin boiling, but it was beginning to slowly heal.

"We will wait here for Bishop's return. Jason, I intend to borrow you from my brother to ensure that this boy does not try anything stupid along our journey." Demetri informed the hired butler. He truly did not need Jason's help, but he did not wish to reveal that to Ash. He did not want the boy to realize that he was a vampire, especially not while they were in the heart of town.

Anise was baffled when Bishop rolled his eyes at her. She wasn't sure why he was doing it, and she definitely had no clue as to how she'd earned it. She was left completely clueless by his actions yet again. It was frustrating, but she didn't know where to begin when it came to deciphering the red head's actions and words. She was lost in the translation. She wondered if she would ever be able to understand him.. She doubted it, she was merely human and he was a vampire. She would die of old age before she could understand him. He was at least three hundred years old, seeing as she overheard a few of their stories from time to time and did a bit of digging in the library. She dated back using wars and particular economic crisis, and was astonished when she came to realize just how old Bishop truly had been. Though she realized that he could be much older than what the conversations his siblings held had revealed to her.

"Yes, everything should be fine. Demetri is more than capable of taking care of himself. Regardless, we shall be leaving soon anyways, and we'll meet up with him."

Anise couldn't help but smile at this, suddenly feeling a wave of dizziness, but she managed to keep herself stable, "Of course mi'lord... You're absolutely right.." She couldn't help but think of Angelo when Bishop mentioned Demetri being able to hold his own, but she did not dare speak a word of her doubt aloud. She quickly shook it off, glad that they would be reuniting with the other twin vampire. After she had lost her sister, watching the two twin brothers interact was rather painful, but it was also soothing. It reminded her of the good times that she'd had with her sister.

"Yes, her appearance is rather fetching. Run along for now. You can chat with her later when we go back. Relax, she's fine with me, you'll see her at the castle."

She blushed a bit as Bishop complimented her appearance, turning her gaze away until she was able to compose herself. She quickly turned her attention back towards Bishop. When Bishop stood, Anise prepared to depart, but was taken by surprise as Bishop shooed off her fellow maid, whom she was surprised Reiji didn't have under his thumb. He seemed to keep Tanzy on a short leash, "I will see you later, Tanzy." Anise replied in a kind tone.

"It's rude to interrupt a moment, even if he is coveting what is no longer his to covet. Come Tanzy, you'll have sufficient time after we return to the manor to discuss wardrobe and beauty. Mirabelle and Demetri may catch up, we're leaving Tanzy.."

Anise was confused by Reiji's words, even though they were somewhat similar to Bishop's own. She let out a soft sigh, feeling slightly responsible for the scolding that Tanzy had received. She knew she wasn't, but she felt guilty all the same. Reiji paid for everything. She couldn't help but be surprised by this family's wealth. They paid for this mock trial like it was nothing. Her family would have never been able to afford this for even just one person, let alone everyone that was present.

Anise followed behind Bishop, coming to a halt when he leaned close to Camilla. She had no idea that Bishop and Camilla were close, quite surprised that he had something to say to the young maid. Perhaps he was admiring his brother's choice of attire for Camilla, or maybe even complimenting her attire? Anise bowed to the stylist that Bishop ignored, sending her a kind smile before rushing to catch up to Bishop, Jason, and Camilla. Doesn't Lord Bishop know that being nice helps to preserve their secret? Even Master Reiji has understood that by now..

Anise followed quietly as they approached the carriages, her eyes sparkling as they passed the violin display once again. She had always wanted to learn... before Castiel lost his memory he had once agreed to teach her how to play one, but she doubted it would ever happen now. She was taken by surprise when Bishop shoved the small maid towards Demetri, and she couldn't contain her words, "Are you alright, Camilla?" She reach out for the smaller maid's hand, her eyes growing softer. The small girl reminded her of Alice, so she couldn't help but view her fondly.

"Demetri, Mirabelle, watch mine for a minute while I go mail something."

Anise couldn't help but smile when she realized that Bishop had not forgotten her letter. She then returned her attention to Camilla, "You look splendid, very adorable. Lord Demetri has good taste... Be still a moment" Anise nodded in agreement with her own words, blinking when she noticed a leaf in Camilla's hair. Reaching to smooth out the younger maid's hair, Anise also plucked the leaf out, letting it float away in the wind.

"I suppose I can handle it. Get it done. We've got to get out of this heat. It's too hot."

Anise looked up to the sky, realizing it was a lot brighter than when they'd arrived. She immeidately began to worry for Demetri and Bishop, but why..? If they died here, everyone standing here would be free. She would be able to run off with the others and lead a normal life... Is it so horrible for me to dream about leaving? They're not actually alive....right? She felt a pang of guilt as she recalled Bishop and Castiel coming to her rescue when Reiji slammed her into a wall about to rip into her throat. They saved her, even though their entire family claimed to not care much about human life. She suddenly felt like a terrible person.

“Jane? Are you feeling ok? Did something bad happen?”

Anise's attention shifted to Jane who seemed quite shaken by the current event. Anise reach forward to comfort the short haired maid, but the maid was taken by Mirabelle soon before Anise's hand met with Jane's shoulder. Then she realized that Mirabelle was just as shaken as her maid, no, definitely more. She had never seen Mirabelle this unstable. Typically Mirabelle was the calm one, even during the werewolf attack.

"He was there. I don't care why he's here or what he's told you. He was there. No, no, no...I.. I have to go. I’ll meet you guys at home.”

Before she could say anything, Mirabelle was gone. Demetri dragged the unfamiliar boy he was holding towards the carriages. He waved for everyone else to follow, so she offered her hand to Camilla and began walking. She felt progressively worse under the heat. Demetri and the boy were inside first, and Anise sat next to the injured boy. She didn't want to get too close to the flirtatious twin. Bishop was always making flirtatious advances, but Demetri had already made romantic advances towards Kat. Demetri was a dog compared to his twin brother.

"Let me see your arm. If it's nothing serious I can probably reset it."

That's right.. Demetri was a solider at one point.. I'd nearly forgotten... Anise thought to herself in amazement, looking to the boy next to her with a kind smile. He seemed terrified, even when she first arrived on the scene. She wasn't sure what happened to him, but she began to suspect it was due to Mirabelle judging by the female vampire's unstable state. She could tell that the boy was in a lot of pain, so she nodded to him reassuringly, "Master Demetri is quite kind. You can trust him." Anise told Ash, even though she did not know 'him'.

She could see the 'sunburn' that Demetri had gotten slowly healing, unable to believe her eyes. She was absolutely amazed by their ability to heal so quickly. She knew that she should be used to it, seeing as Castiel went from a charred body to the blond haired man she had come to grow fond of. It was arguable that she still had feelings for him, but she would never admit to such a thing, be it about Bishop or Castiel. Admitting it would be reaching the point of no return, and she wasn't ready for that. Not yet.

"We will wait here for Bishop's return. Jason, I intend to borrow you from my brother to ensure that this boy does not try anything stupid along our journey."

She knew that he did not require Jason's help, so she couldn't understand why he would wish to 'borrow' Jason for anything. She kept quiet, growing much dizzier. She knew the carriage was cooler than outside, but suddenly she felt quite stuffy and it was becoming hard to breathe. Anise let out a cough, hands grasping at her throat as she could practically feel her throat constricting. She closed her eyes, quite uncomfortable and barely able to breath as tears poured down her cheeks.

"I...." she gasped out, her hands struggling with the robe that Mirabelle let her borrow. She managed to remove it, feeling a lot better as far as her fever was concerned, but there was still the matter of struggling to receive oxygen. She grew light headed, but she needed to tell them. How could they possibly treat her if they did not know what was going on?

"I.. can't... I can't breath.." Anise managed to finally say, right before she collapsed against Ash's good shoulder. Anise didn't know what was happening, but soon everything began to fade to black. She couldn't understand it, but she found comfort in the thought that if she died she would finally be reunited with the real Alice, not her hallucination of her.

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Jason kept wanting to look at Anise, but refrained as Bishop gestured for him to follow. Jason did so, hearing glimpses of Bishop’s words to Camilla. What was sad was that Jason wasn’t sure if Bishop was telling the truth or not and it was quite possible he was.

Outside, Jason noticed the vampires’ discomfort in the sunlight before he even noticed the boy who was with the Santiago group. Jason stared curiously, glancing at Bishop for any indication that he should know the boy. The boy looked to be a year or two younger than Jason, so not necessarily a boy, but a young, very young, man.

Bishop seemed fed up with Camilla and practically passed her off to Demetri and Jane but in a manor that was not necessarily unkind. Jason was still interested in the boy when Bishop declared he had to do something. Jason raised a brow at the reference to him as “mine” by Bishop. Jason didn’t care so much as he found it unpleasant, but if that was what made Bishop happy, so be it. He was a vampire after all, and the one who paid the Olivander household.

Jason was herded into the carriage with Demetri, Camilla, Anise, and the boy who Jason did not know. He seemed to be in a great deal of pain but Jason didn’t make a comment on it. As it ended up, the boy sat next to Anise and Jason sat on the other side.

Jason looked up upon being addressed by Demetri and nodded his understanding and willingness. Demetria didn’t need help from the looks of the boy, but Demetri had asked it of Jason and there was no reason for Jason to say no. ”Of course, my lord,” Jason said simply, having no hesitation with the words. It wasn’t something that had bothered him much since he had grown up already having to address those of higher classes by their title considering he lived in the city and nobles often paraded around or asked for young boys to do their bidding with hardly any pay for a short time.

Jason studied the boy beside him. It was odd that the Santiagos were bringing him home, but Jason didn’t see any reason to question the family’s choices and kept his mouth shut in doing so.

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Demetria addressed Jane directly and she looked down, unable to meet his eyes in her distress of being called upon. She couldn’t lie to him, but if she didn’t, Mirabelle would surely be punished. Jane took a deep breath, ”Lord Demetri, it was a minor nuisance. Lady Mira made it clear to the boy that it wouldn’t happen again,” Jane stated, not knowing that the slight waver in her voice was covered by a bit of extra magic from Ash who had been worried the maid wouldn’t pull the lie off by herself.

Jane noticed when Bishop pushed Camilla in the other maids direction but didn’t speak, instead, pressing her lips together to keep from verbalizing her thoughts as she was sure that the twin would not want to hear her view point at the time. Jane didn’t even hear Camilla the first time the girl spoke, but the second, Jane gave the young girl her full attention.

”I’m alright, and no. Nothing bad happened, perhaps just a misunderstanding,” Jane explained, not sure if that was it but hoping that was all that had happened for the sake of everyone in the family and the new additions to the household. Jane was stressed from the situation and feared that she might have ruined any sort of trust Demetri had held with her should he have detected the lie and decided to just pretend it wasn’t there.

Mira bumped into Jane who was still startled causing Jane to pause, freeze almost before realizing who it was. Mira reached for Jane’s hand and the heatless hand pulled her to the side, walking quickly. Jane looked back at Demetri questioningly but didn’t resist Mira’s wish. Jane could see Mira shaking and couldn’t help but worry the girl was having a meltdown from remembering those times she had mentioned to Jane only a few hours ago.

”Lady Mira, you do realize that if we don’t go home you will only continue to hurt yourself? You’re still in the sun,” Jane reminded the vampire, concern evident in her tone. Had Mira no regard for herself at present? Mira fell to her knees in the grass and Jane attempted to catch her, unaware of what she was going to be doing.

Jane looked at the girl, an ache in her chest at the sight of Mira so torn up. Jane pulled the smaller frame closer to her, aware that if anyone saw the scene, it would look odd and possibly come to investigate, but Jane didn’t mind. Jane held Mira gently, as her own older sister had once done for her out of love. ”It’s alright, Belle, remember where you are. I’m here with you,” Jane murmured reassuringly. She thought back to when her sister had cared for her and gently began singing a song that had caressed Jane to sleep many nights she had cried for her mother. The words were of reassurance, that the day behind was no longer present and tomorrow would be better and more promising.

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Ashlyn noticed when Reiji exited the parlor, making sure to keep her head down and pretend her full attention was on the scene at hand rather than the vampire boarding a carriage with a pink haired girl who made Ash’s chest tweak slightly. Was it fair to hold jealousy over a man who didn’t love her anymore and had even banished her from his household for no reason? No. It wasn’t, therefore, she would suppress the feelings of love from long ago.

More people joined in the group and Ash couldn’t help but struggle to keep her breath even under he strain of holding the illusion for everyone watching that she could see. She managed though and began feeling the burn in her throat from using the power but it dulled and she knew she could go for a longer time for sure, but would need to rest that very night somewhere her true form would be visible and not harm her in her present situation.

Ash studied Mira as the young vampire seemed to be thinking back to something Ash had no idea about. Mira talked of her being “there”, but where was there? At the Santiago house? Surely she had been at the Santiago house many times, even to balls and just to visit with Reiji, but wouldn’t she just call it her home if her home was “there”?

Mira moved away and Ash glanced after her, curious as to why Mira was so fearful of Ash in the first place. It wasn’t Ash who was cruel and heartless, Ash had tried to prevent that person from living still but had failed multiple times and was now regretting it more than ever.

Demetri questioned the maid before Mira dragged her off, and Ash, in a slight panic that the maid wouldn’t be able to hold onto her lie, Ash blanketed the lie with a thin veil to cover the slight quivering that might have given away the truth behind the lie.

Ash had seen Demetri like this before, but never towards her and it was odd and strange and she didn’t like it. She nodded her head in response to his words though to satisfy him. Bishop approached then left, and the crowd grew then shrank before Ash was led, not roughly, to the carriage where she was put inside. She stared down at her hand as others entered the carriage. The male butler sat on one side of her and one of the female maids sat on the other side.

Demetri, across from her, was clearly recovering from the sunlight to the eyes of a witch and old friend of many vampires. When Demetri offered to reset her arm, Ash considered his words before nodding her head and offering her hand to him. Better him than Reiji for now. She remembered that he had been a soldier and therefore would know how to treat basic wounds so there was no reason he shouldn’t know what he was doing.

”Yes please,” Ash stated softly, pain still clear in her unnatural masculine tone. Ash didn’t even glance at Jason as Demetri said the butler might need to help with restraining Ash should she “do anything stupid” though Ash was not that stupid and was surprised that Demetri would think her facade would even be that stupid. Demetri could easily take Ash by herself in such close quarters and with Ash being in so much pain, but he clearly didn’t want her to be under the impression he could.

When Demetri set her hand, Ash bit back the scream, eliciting merely a loud grunt of pain before leaning back on her seat and closing her eyes. She didn’t draw her hand back though, letting Demetri do with it as he would. The strain of using her illusions and magic was far less now that the pain wasn’t a distraction.

The girl beside her coughed and Ash opened one eye to look at her. Ash opened the other when she saw the girl seemed to be struggling to breath. Her eyes darted to Demetri, wondering if he knew what was happening before looking back to the girl. Ash made sure that their shoulders were touching and managed to send the magic that she had been using to keep her own pain at bay when her hand was still very messed up into the maid so that she might feel better.

Ash realized the true problem when the girl seemed to gasp for oxygen. Ash moved her leg so that it was touching Anise’s before wrapping her arm around Anise’s head, feeling for a fever without a second thought as the girl collapsed on Ash. Ash looked at Demetri, her face serious and without anything but calm and steadiness, as if she knew such things and studied them often.

”She has a fever,” Ash declared upon feeling the heat. Ash struggled to find the cause of the issue as she searched using magic. Ash used her magic to push easiness and pain relief into Anise, also managing to open up her throat sightly but having to hold it constantly in order to keep the girl breathing.

”She needs Reiji’s help,” Ash stated to Demetri. She had forgotten she was undercover but her mind kept her illusion of her physical and scent image intact for her. Ash knew the symptoms Anise was experiencing were linked to a few specific issues but without Ash being in the house to investigate and focus more energy on Anise to see the issue, Ash had no way of knowing for sure whether this was natural or not though she was nearly positive it was unnatural since individuals did not spontaneously not be able to breath, or at least, it was not common ever, a rarity even.[/center]