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Once she pushed any thoughts of that out of her head, she was better able to focus on Alex.
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It wasn't a question. It was a command.
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Nicholas let his eyes inconscpiciously glance over Alex, using his equally as calculating mind to judge the situation. Alex seemed sincere . . . Which meant he was probably up to something. He thought about it and came to a descion. He tapped Lithia's wrist back with three fingers, the signal for no.
Confident with Nicky's confirmation of her own thoughts, Lithia said, "Not now Alex. I have to go find Alerie some new clothes."
She turned to Alerie and said, "When you're done eating, Nicholas and I will pick out something nice for you to wear. Won't we Nicky?"
He nodded in agreement.
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She gave Alex a look. "I'll be back shortly to speak with you. Do yourself a favor, and behave."
She glided over to the door, Nicholas and Alerie in tow. She began walking through corridors and hallways with the two humans following.
"I think you'll find that I have quite a large selection of dresses that you'll find quite endearing," she spoke as they walked, "They should fit you pretty well. You're almost my height."
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Lithia wasn't stupid. This human was very . . . suspicious. She didn't seem like the type to be obedient or accomidating, but here she was, flattering Lithia. It made her suspicious. She wanted Nicky to know to be careful around this one.
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Lithia led the two humans into her and Nicholas' bedroom. "And this is our bedroom," she narrated.
She then led the girl to her massive walk in closet which was truly a room in itself. "And this is my closet."
Fancy dresses from every era (well every era with good fashion sense in Lithia's oppionon) hung on the hangers and expensive jewelery was showcased. There was also a vanity for makeup and hair that Lithia hardly ever used, at least for the makeup part.
"You can go sit Nicky," she said, unclipping his leash, "I know that feminine matters bore you."
He smiled slightly and respectfully nodded before sitting down in the arm chair in the corner of the closet.
Usually he spoke more freely around Lithia, but he knew that she was suspicious of this human, so it was important to demonstrate to the girl how powerful Lithia was by showcasing her dominance over him. It was another of their silent codes.
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"Gorgeous," he hissed from where he sat in the corner.
"Oh hush up Nicky," she dismissed him, "You'll have to excuse Nicholas Alerie, he hates all of this stuff."
"Anyway," she continued, "I think this one would be just perfect for you." She pulled a baby blue, ballerina like dress with a shimmery skirt and bow around the waist, "This is just precious. Perfect. The ballerina like shape of the skirt gives it an innocent look. And the shape of the bodice gives it a slimming affect. I love the shimmery designs on the skirt as well . . . They remind me of the ocean."
She handed it to Alerie and then moved over to her tower of shoes. She pulled out of a pair of pastel blue ballerina slippers with little glittery bows on the front. She compared them visually to the sneakers Alerie wore, wondering if they were the same size. It was hard to tell, but Lithia concluded that they should fit.
"Here. Try these," she said, handing them to Alerie as well.
"And afterwards," she went on, "I can do your hair. Maybe in a french twist? Oh that would look so elegant. But oh! A crown twist would be just darling! Oh, this is so exciting! I should've gotten a female human long ago. I've always wanted someone I could dress up and give makeovers to. This is going to be marvelous."
Nicholas, where he sat in his corner, was smiling to himself. He loved seeing Lithia happy. The way her glassy blue eyes sparkled when she was excited. It was so rare, but he loved when it happened.
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The talk o her hair brought her eyes up to look into a nearby mirror, her hair was hanging in front of her eye as she had styled it to do so. She brought up her hand and pushed the hair out of her face, the high cheekbones and full lips showing fully now in the light of the room.
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Once Alerie was gone Lithia turned her attention to Nicky. He gave her look to remind her not to lose her focus. She rolled her eyes. She didn't need him to remind her to be wary. She wouldn't let her excitement of having a life-sized doll distract her from keeping her guard up.
She glided over to where Nicky sat and put her fingers under his chin to tilt his head up. He looked up at her silently with his big blue eyes.
"Nicky," she said sternly, "I'm thirsty."
Obediently, he tilted his head to the side to reveal his bruised neck. She smiled, showing her sharp teeth, and adjusted Nicky's collar. She pressed her lips to the bruised skin of his neck and sunk her teeth into his neck. She drank greedily, sighing at the taste of the warm blood sliding down her dry throat. She hadn't had a drink in a long time and she just couldn't help herself anymore.
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She opened the curtain and stepped out taking one look around the room, she didn't react to the feeding just kinda flet awkward as if she wasn't supposed to be there. Although her face did pale a little she stood perfectly still and silent holding her old clothes in a neat little pile.
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She looked back down at Nicky who was slumped in the chair with his eyes closed. Lithia knew he wasn't sleeping, but he would be soon. Feedings always wiped him out. She blew him a kiss he didn't see before turning around to face Alerie.
"I was right," Lithia gushed, "That does look just darling on you."
Gently she grabbed Alerie's wrist and led her over to her vanity and sat her down in the little stool in front of it. She ran her fingers through her hair experimentally, getting a feel for it.
"You have such beautiful hair," she complimented, "A lovely color."
She played around with some different styles. She tried a french braid, a ballerina bun, and a french twist. She contemplated curling her hair with her curling iron but decided against it. Eventually she ended up doing a crown twist. It looked darling, as she had predicted.
"There's just one more thing you need," she said, walking over to her assortment of jewelery. She grabbed a delicate silver collar adorned with little blue sapphires. She smiled slightly as she came up behind Alerie and carefully placed it around her neck.
"It even matches the rest of the outfit," she sighed dreamily.
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She better not put a leash on me next.. Her mind growled mentally.
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"M'kay Lithia," he mumbled, yawning as he got up. He rubbed his eyes and cracked his neck. He began to walk for the door, assuming that Alerie would follow.
Lithia looked at Alerie. "After I speak with Alex I'd like to chat with you for a bit," she told her. She had some plans for Alerie. She was planning on turning Nicky into a vampire soon and she would need another human for blood then. Not a male though, Nicky would get jealous. A female would be perfect. Alerie would be perfect.
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"For someone with such a hatred for the fey it seems that you yourself should have wings," she said, "Like a bat."
She waited for another moment while he dangled, looking down at her.
"Well," she asked, "Are you going to join me on the ground or would you prefer that we have this conversation upside down?"
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Nicholas led Alerie to the lounge, not looking at her or speaking for the most part. When he reached the room he pushed the door open.
"This is the only modern room in the palace," he told her plainly as he stepped inside, "Lithia never uses it. It's mostly for me."
The room was full of bean bag chairs, and leather sofas clustered around a large plasma screen. All sorts of video game systems were hooked up to it and there was a laptop on the desk in the corner. There was a pin ball machine and an air hockey table too.
"Do what you want," he told her with a wave of his hand, plopping down on the couch, "I'm going to sleep."
He was fucking exhausted. Giving blood always made him tired.