Earth, 2020.

Lucians eyebrow rose… well as far as the frozen thing could possibly rise in this situation. The snow was at his ankle and running in it would not be easy… but he didn’t have time to waste, as soon as the madam planted her overly rich monster behind in the lush seats of the warm car he took off running as fast as his numb legs allowed.

He always prided himself on his physical condition but the human body can only take so much punishment. He wasn’t sloshing through it more like lunging through the snow, letting his considerable long legs propel him along the snow. He wouldn’t be able to survive outside, unless he could find shelter and the only shelter was in the monsters house and protecting embrace. He wasn’t sure how much time had pasted but when you’re cold a minute seems like hours. Crossing into the gate, he literally flung himself inside the front door and landed painfully on the cold foyer ground.

Laying there for a few seconds he gasped for air, every breath stabbing into his frozen lungs. “T…time” he stuttered due to the ice that had covered his face, including his eyelashes. His long black hair was covered white in snow, and felt frozen… he honestly thought it was frozen.

“T…time” he stuttered. Iris stepped up from the darkness and looked down at the human heap on the floor, his face covered in ice and his long black hair with bits of snow. She sighed. This isn't fun anymore.. She tapped his cheek with her shoe. "Pull yourself together, this is a mansion.. not a freaking hospital" she coldy ordered without a conscience. She clicked her fingers. "Servant no. 3" The male human driver from earlier appeared bowing. The lights in the room followed his entrance sensing movement "Yes Ma'am?" he asked with courtesy. She looked over her shoulder at him. "This red silk he is wearing won't do at all.. it is far too bright. Bring him something more..decent" "Yes Ma'am" servant no.3 said, bowing again before heading off to follow orders. The lights turned on as he left, but when he was gone the lights faded too.

"Now where were we.." she said speaking to no one in particular as she sat down on a luxurious black sofa metres away from Lucian. She crossed her legs and yawned waiting for the human to stand otherwise.. she would make him stand painfully. The lights were designed to activate on human movement only as Iris and her friends that rarely visited preferred the sanctuary of darkness but since this was a 'special occassion' she clapped her hands so the lights remained on. Iris lazily leaned her head on the sofa arm. "Well servant no.1.. you going to stand or not?"

Lucian didn’t feel her foot touch his cheek, and if he hadn’t seen her legs he would never have noticed. His body had gone numb, and was only now regaining warmth in his body. He barely heard her talking to servant no. 3 which ironically reminded him of his earlier question and even answered it; he was indeed a replacement for a dead human. It wasn’t too farfetched as few could even survive the tryouts it seemed. New clothes? How ironic, makes him run through the snow just to get a new wardrobe, well he had done worse for less, and going by the madams doubtful taste in clothes he figured it would most likely be a dull black.

"Well servant no.1.. you going to stand or not?" the question almost caused him to groan, but he refused to show this monster his weakness. He was about to stand when he found he couldn’t, it was too painful and his body refused to respond. Growing frustrated he smacked his forehead on the cold floor the initial pain blinding him and allowing him to force his body to right itself. “Sorry madam” With the new light he was able to get a closer look at his new... madam as she preferred. She was beautiful, but beauty was a synonym for cruelty. Her lush red hair was even redder than his silk. Her eyes were cold and harsh, but he had seen those eyes since childhood.

Emily woke with a start. It was just after sunset, and there was life teeming everywhere. She tuned out the ambient noise and heard barking in the distance. Crud, they were coming for her again. And this time, they had brought dogs. Still, it wouldn't make a difference. She had escaped numorous times before. But when she ascended in her tree to get a better look, her heart sank. There were four...no, five groups combing the forest surrounding her old home. This worried her. Five groups would easily find her. Emily descended to 20 feet, where the cover was thicker and she could jump down without harm to herself.

She was so preoccupied with blending in that she didn't notice the vampire coming from below and behind her. The vampire grinned, and loaded a small tranquilizer into his gun. He took aim, and fired, just as she turned to see him. She fell out of the tree, crashing on her back with a thud, out cold. The grin he wore turned into a smile of satisfaction. He had been hunting her for the last 10 years. Such a human would sell for at least 75,000. Maybe even more. His mouth watered at the thought. He blew a small whistle, and his teams assembled to him.

His orders were short and simple. They were to bind her and take her to his car. He would handle it from there.

When Emily came to, she was being unloaded from a car. The vampire holding her had brought her to a slave auction. 'Crap' she thought. 'They have never gotten me this far. After 10 years of hunting me, they've finally brough me here.' The next five minutes she spent disclothing, leaving herself almost completly undressed, save her undergarments and the scabbard holding Rhinestone. She would never let go of that knife. Then she was led out to the auction space. She had turned quite a few heads, which made her wish for more clothing.

And so the bidding began. Her price started to rise instantly and rappidly. $10,000. Then $25,000. Then someone in the back yelled out "$100,000!" Damn. Was she worth that much? A price that high was almost compleltely unheard of, with only one or two others selling so high! She didn't think it could go any higher until someone in the middle of the crowd turned everyone's heads. "$250,000!". She blinked. Had she heard correctly? Was someone spending a quarter of a million dollars on her?

Danielle stood where she was placed by Izaya. He explained all the rules to her.

"I just got here and you want me to clean up the kitchen and dining room?"

He kept explaining the rules. Your new name will be Swine...

"Hold up. You said my name is going to be Swine? You don't literally mean that, do you? Let's just get one thing straight. My name is Danielle and I will not be called after an animal. Especially one that rolls in the mud or possibly its own filth. And master? I will not call you master. I will call you by your name. You will be lucky to get me to do anything for you at all." she said with her arms crossed.

Iris rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth. Like I thought the first time I saw him.. So much for trained.. She stood up and gracefully strode closer to the human, towering over him. She picked him up, gripping tightly around his collar and cracked her neck before throwing him into the wall opposite of her. "Gee you just had to make this difficult.." she said clenching her fist as she slowly made her way closer to the human. Upon hearing this, Servant no.3 returned and Servant no.2 followed after him. The two servants picked up Lucian, one holding each arm supporting him against the wall. She slapped Lucian hard across the cheek. It hurt even more than supposed to due to the coldness that remained from his journey. She breathed in angrily as she watched her new servant's cheek burn red. She had a strong desire to kill him for his insolence. Sorry? The nerve of that human to think an apology was enough.
"If I say stand you will BLOODY STAND!" she yelled. Her face inches away from his face. She continued breathing heavily, full of hatred and anger consuming. I can't kill him.. that would've been a waste of a journey and time.. She paused, closing her eyes for a few minutes trying to be calm again. When she was this angry, there were only two options. Option 1- kill the human and Option 2- drink blood. She fumbled with the blood vials in her pocket, taking one out. No this wouldn't do for her, she might as well remind the human of his place. She dropped the vial, blood spilling onto the floor as she viciously lunged at the new servant, her fangs sinking slowly and painfully into his neck. Not a single drop escaped. When her fangs retracted, she stepped back from her meal and held out her hand to the left side. Servant no. 2 gave her a napkin as she elegantly wiped off the blood from her lips. Judging by the amount of blood she had taken from him, he wouldn't be conscience for long. She cackled looking at him, her eyes glistening almost pleasantly. "Sweet dreams"

Lucian let himself fly, going limp and relaxed to ensure he didnt break anything. He didnt have to wait long as he felt his back slam into the wall. It wasn't to bad, he had suffered far worse. Taking this little pain was child play, at least this monster seemed to have a light touch.

He felt himself be lifted by two sets of arms, and mentally cursed. They were weak, he could kill both if he wasnt so messed up. The only thing worse than vampire were human pets. He may be a servant but his hatred, his desire for freedom was always there. Tilting his head to the side he looked at one of the servants. They had been broken, he could see it. He felt a something soft, and moving fast smash into his cheek sending his head flinging in the other direct. He felt blood in his mouth, and would not swallow it. He refused to taste blood like these vile creatures, so instead he let it slip out on one of the servants suits, using the head fling as a act to hide the act of him spitting blood on the servant intentionally. He had no love, no pity for those cowards, and only unbridled hatred for the monster hiding in the form of a girl.

He could see her yelling at him, but the smack had been hard enough to damage his hearing. Her voice sounded like it came from within a long tunnel, how annoying this monster was. He could tell she was angry, but that pitiful expression in her eyes what was that? was that hate, if he had the ability he would laugh. She did not know hatred, she did not truly comprehend the emotion. The soul consuming fire, the blind rage that inflamed and scoured... She Was Ignorant. She had never experienced what it was to live for one emotion, to survive off of the hatred, to hold onto your sanity with the deep soul rendering desire for the death, suffering, and pain of an entire race. The desire to see anguish, the love of it, the revelation that came with the moment of vengeance... the euphoria of seeing the life leave those abominations eyes... She Was Ignorant.

He hid all this rage deep down, as she dropped the blood vial, he closed his eyes knowing what was to come. He wasn't disappointed as he felt her arms encircled him and her fangs puncture his neck. The sharp sting that accompanied the familiar sensation, some humans found it pleasurable, but to Lucian it disgusted him. He felt his consciousness start to wane, seemed the monster was hungry. She pulled back satisfied it seemed, and he heard the words "Sweet Dreams" and as he fell into darkness he was unsure if he thought it or spoke it but out came "I hope to see you in them, my purpose"

The slave auction went well today, at least for the owner of this market, probably the biggest market on the whole planet. Humans disgusted him more than anything else, so he himself rarely took part of this market, leaving the daily business to the auctioneers and guards. However he knew that he would find quite a few valuable there this time, so he might as well inspect them. He had remained hooded in the crowd, occasionally would he look up at the humans being sold. A sly smile crossed his face as he heard for what a price these humans were handed out. He was sure that none here knew who he was, like I said before, he rarely would appear himself and even if, he would usually join the bidders, just for the fun and profit of it. He became interested as he heard he heard the sums crawling up to a quarter of a million. He looked up at the young woman, there wasn't much special on her, she looked just as disgusting as the others of her weak race. Than he remembered that she was fresh, the hunters just caught her not to long ago. Now that he thought about it, didn't he promise his nephew to bring him a servant today? It seemed she was the last of decent quality available, the rest were those that were barely alive. He raised his hand from the crowd, exchanging a meaningful look with the auctioneer.

"I'll pay 500,000 for her..."

The vampires around him turned their heads in surprise. Everyone knew that those... unused slaves were costly, but this man had overdone it, even for the standards of them. Little did they know that he would get to pay nothing, she was already his. The auctioneer used the break to call of the current auction and sell this one to his boss. She would have feel herself dragged towards an area behind the stage. The vampire inspected her, walking around her with slow steps. He didn't want to step closer, he could smell this disgusting odor of the humans from here, see every ugly detail. After a few moments that she had to stand there in the cold, he walked away, leaving a few words to the vampire servant waiting at the entrance.

"Wrap her up a little, give her some clothes, than drive her to my nephew's mansion. Oh and choose something simply and modest."

The servant nodded and left with his master for a moment, returning a moment later with a cheap black dress in his hand. He opened the chains, that bound her arms together tightly. Without bothering further for the way she might feel, he changed her to a set of fresh clothes and pulled the black dress over her. There wasn't much she could do about it, other than freezing in the cold. After she had changed, she would feel herself lifted in the air and get carried somewhere. None bothered to put her chains back on, she wouldn't stand a chance against any vampire. After a short time, she was thrown into a car, the windows were darkened as to prevent the sunlight from entering. A second later the motor started to roar, as the car drove her away from the market. The servant was silent as ever, not saying a word.
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A few minutes later...


Lucas watched from inside the black-colored windows as the car pulled in the driveway. The massive gates closed behind, as if to seal the fate of the person sitting on the backseat of the car. The driver hadn't bothered to remove the blindfold, but would care less if she did so. The vast area behind the walls, that would proof no difficulty to a vampire, but certainly for a human, was covered by open plains and forest, a lake was shining in the pale moonlight. The impenetrable darkness of the windows had something captivating, mysterious to them. By the time the car had halted, Lucas had turned away from the window, emptying the silver cup he was holding with one motions. The blood calmed him down a little, his thoughts were still running wildly, but at least he kept his body under an uncertain control. He placed the cup at a random table, as he waited for his new servant to enter the mansion...

Emily woke up in the car and removed her blindfold to find herself wearing an unfamiliar black dress. She immediately reached for Rhinestone and felt its cool metal handle. 'Still there. Thank goodness.' She then realized that she had a free range of motion in her arms. She was not chained! Either her captor had forgotten or she was too close to her destination to escape. As the car slowed to a stop, Emily thought she could smell the distinct scent of a wooded area. That was all she needed. But when her door opened, all hopes of a quick escape vanished. The vampire opening her door was holding a syringe in his other hand. She cringed. Emily hated vampires, but i was more than that. Emily was acually a bit TIMID around them. No doubt she would have to wait to escape.

"W-were am I? A-and who will I be 'serving'?" The stutter in her voice came from an odd combination of anxiety and the cold air.

The servant that opened the door didn't wait for her to speak, as he pulled the human girl out of the car. While she was obviously feeling cold from the snow around them, the icy breeze running along the car, seemingly piercing their skin, the servant remained stoic. He was one of the poorer vampires that had to serve those with enough money apparently and they learned early that silence is sometimes even more than golden. While she spoke, the servant always held the syringe ready, should she try to fight her destiny. He looked down at her from above, his eyes filled with the usual hatred that the vampires had left to offer for the humans. Would it come to his choosing, he would just have ignored her and threw her into the dark mansion ahead, but his master had ordered him to aid her. She was a present, one that could have bought brought in quite some profit. As he spoke, his voice sounded cold and contained, while still keeping that snobbish tone that showed his superiority.

"You are at the Grayfold Mansion, your new home. From now on you belong to the young Master Grayfold."

Without further explanations, he dragged her along. They slowly walked up the stairs, towards the large house on the soft hill. It may would have looked peacefully, wouldn't it be for the pale moonlight giving the old building a ghostly gleaming. As they finally reached the last step, they would be able to see the whole, huge areal that belongs to the house. Well, at least if you could see that far in the night, there was only the seeming never ending darkness beneath the hill. The vampire servant stepped in front of the door and raised his hand to knock at the door. It seemed as old as the rest of the building, there was no bell visible. Just before the servant was able to hit the door with his fist, it opened itself inwardly. The large hall that started directly behind the entrance appeared even darker than the sky outside, even if there would be no moon. Not a single light could be seen anywhere in the whole house. The servant looked inside, as if it wait for further orders, hiding any emotions he might feel. Even some vampires, particularly those that knew about him feared Lucas. Not because of his power, but none knew for sure to what deeds his waywardness would lead him, vampires always preferred to deal with predictable people. A whisper that sounded cold and hoarse filled the hall and escaped the door, barely reaching your ears.

"Bring her inside..."

Without hesitation the servant would drag her inside the hall. Surprisingly even he seemed somehow... worried, his eyes looking around in the dark. Vampires had no problem to see here, but still it seemed like he couldn't trace the source of this words. Slowly he calmed himself down, he was used to his own master hiding whenever he could, but Lucas was far more dangerous at some times. He spoke into the dark, seemingly to the slight shadows the light of the moon illuminated into the room.

"Master Grayfold, I bring you this gift from your uncle. He had asked me to remind you that you shouldn't..."

His voice was cut short, there was obviously something that had disrupted his cool a little, only for a moment. A growl sounded from the back of the hall, followed by a hushing sound as it moved away. It appeared that he man had caught himself again, wishing to continue his speak. As he opened the mouth, the same voice as before could be heard, the source of it was still not easy to find as the large hall threw it back from the ceiling and walls.

"Thank you, Tommy. You might leave now... oh, please close the door, we don't want anything coming in, don't we? Don't forget to thank my uncle in my name."

It was obvious that he wasn't so thankful for this present, he made no attempt to hide it. The name that he called the servant wasn't the real one either, but whenever the servant escorted his master to the visit, he was called differently. It was an odd habit, but well, he was the boss here. The servant just left the young woman to her own fate, quickly moving out of the main door, closing it behind him. As soon as the door was closed, the whole hall was now covered by the pure darkness, that seemed to preserve in the whole house at the moment. The little human wouldn't be able to see her own hand, even if she would hit her own face with it. There was another sound filling the room, as if nails would scratch along wood and stone.

"So this little human is uncle William's present... what might be her name?... wait, would it be more adequate to tell her mine before... I don't know, they all seemed to know me before...Maybe I don't have to ... she could have learned it from Tommy..."

While the voice still filled the entire room with whispers, each sentence appeared to come from another direction, always coming closers. The tone and manner of speak appeared to change just as often, from slight confused to thoughtfully spoken. Rarely there was even the hint of a shadow moving through the hall, but how could a human differ it from nightmares? She couldn't escape as easy from the inside, the door was shut, for her own safety. The clicking sound of the nails appeared to come from above her for a second, though she still wouldn't be able to see. Suddenly she could hear light steps falling to the floor behind her, the clicking of the claws on the marble floor changed to that of normal footsteps. She could hear the voice directly close to left ear, as if the inhabitant of this darkness, was standing right behind her.

"Do you know, who I am, mortal?"

Emily shuddered. She didn't know if she was still cold or if she was afraid of being this close to a vampire. She supposed it was an odd combination of the two.

"I...I don't know you, but I know of you. Your name is Greyfold right? Or am I to refer to you solely as 'Master'?" Emily hadn't said this last part sarcasticaly, as she knew his reputation for instability, which only made her more uncomfortable. She checked the scabbard on her right thigh, ensuring that the servant hadn't taken it. When her hand touched Rhinestone's cold steel, she felt oddly reassured, as though it's blade could cut anything if it needed to. "Why did you pay half of a million dollars (I assume thats the currency) for me? How was I any different?" Somewhere in the back of her mind, Emily wondered if she was starting to get on this vampires nerves. If this really was Greyfold, and he was the 4th generation, ticking him off would be synonomous with committing suicide. Emily hoped with all of her heart that this vampire didn't know her secret.

Iris blew her fringe out of her line of vision as she watched servant no.1's eyes close. "Pitiful..." she muttered.

Iris' servants were numbered by how long they had stayed at the mansion. Of course this was inconvenient for them having to be used to a number and then become familiar with a new one. But that was how she liked it and servants had no choice in the matter.

They were also all male as her past experience with female humans was a nightmare. Complaining here and there and more blah blah blah. She found them to be too emotionally unstable and therefore a pain and a nuisance. All of them were killed.

Current servant no. 2 is named Basto, a 30 yrs old man who should have rightly inherited the mansion but feared for his life and thus, follows orders like any other servant. She has never drank his blood as his uncle's whom she killed in order to claim the estate, had blood that was rather awkward tasting. She does not wish to repeat that. Why does she keep him alive? Might as well.. he's a free servant. The more the merrier.

Current servant no. 3 is named Rick, a 24 yrs old skilled mechanic. Because of his expertise, Iris assigned him and only him to be driver.

Her current favourite servant is Servant no. 7 named Nathaniel Lark who is only treated better than other servants as she favours his blood. This is a disadvantage as he has his blood drained more often than others. However it is also an advantage to be her favourite servant.
The more she craves your blood. The more she needs you.. And so, it is less likely that she will kill or harm you in any way.

"Have him clothed in the new attire and throw out his old one, patch up the bite and then place him in room 45" Iris ordered. "Yes Ma'am" both servants answered in unison. Servant no.2 and 3 carried Lucian to room 45 and followed all orders. When the new servant was to wakeup..he would find himself in an unfamiliar room, wearing unfamiliar clothes...and an unfamiliar person waiting to talk with him... Servant no.7

Emily would never forget that day. She had just turned two, and news of the vampire uprising had reached their house. They thought nothing of it, until the vampire barged into their house, killing and draining her mother before attacking her father. Her father had drawn a 6-inch long blade that he had used in Desert Storm. He had managed to stab the vampire once or twice before he too was killed. But after that, everything went dark.

The next thing she remembered was seeing the vampire dead in front of her, the knife clutched in her hand. Had she used the knife? Or had the wounds her father inflicted been more powerful than she thought? Emily had left the house behind that day, keeping the knife and scabbard. It had been 18 long years, but she could never forget her mother's screams of terror, or her fathers lifeless corpse. And that vampire's eyes. They had been blood-red, they were the kind of eyes that dug into your mind. She shuddered at the thought. And now she was in the prescence of another vampire. she hoped in her heart that his eyes were not red with hunger as well.

James groaned silently to himself as he took the list. Apparently, he did have to clean this place. He'd really jinxed himself on that one. The human scanned over the list, playing with one corner of the page as he read. The paper itself wasn't too big, but the writing on it was neat and tiny. That meant more chores could be fit on the list and it was harder for him to read what was written. Watering plants, cleaning rooms, doing laundry. Basically everything he did at his old house, just on a larger scale. "Fine. What do you want me to do fi--" He looked up to see that he was completely alone, both Chibi and Maria having left to complete their own duties. Well, Maria had her duties; his new master could do whatever she wanted, really. James sighed, but let it go. At least he'd be allowed to change in peace.

Once he'd changed out of his tattered pants and into his new clothing, James glanced at the clock on the small desk in his room. 12:45. Might as well get some of his work done before lunch. A shudder ran up his spine as he realized that his master's lunch would probably consist of his own blood. Shoving that thought away for the moment, he decided to get started cleaning the house now. He probably wouldn't finish, but he could at least get started. It took a few tries, but he was finally able to find a broom closet and arm himself with the cleaning supplies he'd need for the job.

An hour later, he'd finished three rooms and had started a fourth when something caused him to stop. Music. Through all the suffocating silence, there was music in the air. A violin, from the sound of it. Curiousity winning him over, James got up from the floor he was scrubbing and followed after the sound, his job forgotten. The music eventually led him to a desk at the back of the library, of all places. It took some doing, but James was able to find the door hidden behind the desk, carefully easing it open and creeping up the staircase. It soon led him to the source of the sound: his new master, playing her violin like a professional musician. The human had never been one for classical music, but even he had to admit that she was good. The little vampire didn't seem to notice that he'd found her sanctuary. That is, until the human accidentally knocked over one of the music stands as he tried to get closer. James froze, unable to do anything but stare at Chibi with a deer-in-headlights expression. 'Crap...'

"Pch..." It was a low sound that came from his throat as he smirked his evil grin. "Swine, you had disobeyed my rules." He said, walking closer to her. He grabbed her wrist and arm and started at her shoulder. "You smell good... I wonder if you taste even better." He said almost laughing. He lightly touched her shoulder with his tongue before raising up and lowering down to her wrist.

"I haven't aten yet only once today. I was going to save you for later, but if your going to keep talking to me like that, why don't I finish you off and order you a new human, one that dosen't have an attitude like a swine." He said chuckling, tightening his grip onto her wrist.

Lucas stayed in the shadows behind his new servant, not that she would be able to see him anyways, should she turn around. As long as it was nighttime, there was no room here in which a human could see. There was no fire that illuminated and warmed the room, but still the ground felt relatively warm to the touch. The young vampire could care less about the room's temperature, as he circled the human girl only an arm's reach away. He listened to her reply on his question, yet he didn't even remember it anymore, there was just the echo of the words spoken in his mind. He didn't bother to answer her first question, before he had finished circling her entirely, noting that she was just another human. Yet his uncle had bought her for him, even though he wasn't really consent with such a simply blood supply. He loved the challenge of the hunt. The quiet sound of his feet trailing along the ground came to an halt, in front of her this time. Than there was this voice again.

"Mh... Am I?... Yes, I guess that is my name... But why did she ask me before?... she has to be impolite to not tell her name before... Maybe I should have asked her before... No, no, it was right this way... should I ask her now?... What might be her name?"

As the vampire seemed to think aloud, he continued to circle her. The words sounded a little hushed, but were still like whispers. Would there be just another sound within this hall, the words wouldn't even reach her ear. As she asked her second question, of why he would pay that much money for her, the steps halted again, directly to her right. The steps still echoed slightly through the room, but as he was close, it was much easier to locate his position now. She could her the steps now moving directly towards her, one, two, than there was silence again. Suddenly she could feel something piercing her neck slightly, drawing a thin cut on the side. It felt sharp, but there was no teeth, so it had to be a weapon, or a sharp set of nails. After just the blink of an eye the feeling stopped, a single drop of blood started to trail down to her shoulder. It was caught in its movement by the cold skin of a finger, following the line back to the cut, as if to collect every single part of this single drop. Soon the hand retreated from her skin, a sigh followed by swallowing sound could be heard close to her.

"Mh... not that bad... no, finally a bit more... fresh... My uncle, yes he bought you... he... you weren't as costly for him... not as costly as you think. He has his reasons... for you, don't know. Maybe you were just the least disgusting?"

Lucas remained still where he stood as he seemed to memorize the taste of her blood. The voice was different this time, seemingly stronger, trying to struggle for control. His eyes, while hidden in the shadows, seemed to pierce the area around the cut. Wouldn't he had his blood recently, she would already be dead. Well, still his thirst for the blood, especially this fresh would never cease. The sound of the pulsing blood that came from her veins as it worked to stop the the small cut, it was captivating. After a while he continued to speak, it sounded nearly normal now, though it remained just as cold.

"Master... Yes that will do it for now... How may I call you?... While you think about it, let me tour you through the house... Wait, you can't see right now, can't you?... Poor little human...Well you would be of no use for me like that..."

With a hushing sound, the presence of the vampire seemed to move away. A second later, small lights from around the four massive columns that filled the corners of the room, provided shadowy illumination on the walls. A large chandelier in the middle seemed to burst in a flash, covering the whole room in a warm, golden light. Lucas had turned away for the time as he pressed the switch. He didn't need the light to see, like those unworthy humans, in fact he saw much better in the darkness. As his eyes had adjusted to the illumination, he returned to his new plaything. He wore a elegant red and black jacket and fitting black pants. Obviously he didn't wear any shoes to cover his feet, but they appeared to be clean nonetheless. His white hair was loose as every and his blue eyes piercing his servant with a stare. Standing in front of her, he offered her his hand.

"Come, I will show you around... I know you will get to like it. It's not like you would have any choice about that anyways..."

Emily took his hand and stood up. At once her eyes adjusted to the lighting. She had to admit, this vampire actually looked nice. "I am Emily. Emily Rhinehart." Emily had hardly noticed the small wound in her neck. Had the blood not have been taken, she would never have known she had been injured. She walked with the vampire she would now call Master as he started the tour of his mansion.

Chibi herd her books fall over she peered over her eyes widened and she put her violin down and screamed "get out! get out, get out!" she picked up several books and threw them at the boy "get out! you nosy little rodent!" she screamed then ran to the window leaped out onto the balcony and climbed down crying her head off as she ran into her forest "stupid boy! annoying, I hate him I hate his guts and everything about him." she cried and ran into a tree falling on her butt. still crying she leaned up against a tree wrapped her arms around her legs and cried like there was no tomorrow. "Stupid, stupid, stupid boy Why did he find it how did he find it?" she kept crying there leaning against a tree like a baby hoping he wasn't real. now if you were outside at the very edge of the flower garden you could most likely hear her loud cries of anger.

Lucians eyes slowly opened. He half expected to see the monster leering at him again, and was pleasantly surprised to see she wasn’t around. Good he didn’t feel like dealing with her unstable emotions. He gently touched the side of his neck, and felt the bandages. Yes, she was a much kinder monstrosity than the other masters he had served, that or she was simply more practical but that could be used.

He sat up in the bed, happy to have feeling in his body once again. His black hair spilled over his shoulders, hanging freely. Looking down he examined his new attire. It was rather dull, but going by his new madams clothing sense it made sense. She was not the most… fashionable of ladies, but that was fine as well, meant he had less to do and did not have to learn useless knowledge such as fashion.

Moving, he stood up shakily. It was strange to feel life in him again, after the cold had sapped it. He did not feel the blood loss too strongly as he was quite used to it; unlike many his body had adapted to the strenuous life of having his blood sucked and it increased his body’s blood production rate. One of his previous masters had once said he regained his blood on an average of three times the normal rate making him a walking blood bank, and he dearly hoped that the new madam did not find this out she seemed obsessed with blood.

"Okay, I'm going, I'm going!!" By the time the third book had hit him, James had gotten the message and all but fallen back down the stairs, slamming the door behind him. "Well, that could've gone better," he muttered bitterly, rubbing his head where a dictionary of all things had hit him. "Crazy little twerp..." In the back of his mind, the human knew that the girl had had every right to be mad at him. After all, he had technically been spying on her. Still, that didn't give her the right to go all psycho on him. James picked himself up off the ground, growling quietly. Forget that twerp; he had work to do and he wasn't going to let this little fiasco distract him from that.

Finishing the first floor didn't take nearly as long as he would have expected, although channeling his frustration into his chores may have helped a bit. Realizing it would make more sense to get everything on the ground level done before he got to work upstairs, James slipped on his outside shoes and headed out to the garden. He'd just gotten to work weeding one of the multiple flower beds when, once again, a sound caught his attention. Grinding his teeth together, James tried his best to ignore it, recalling just how well things had panned out the last time he'd followed strange noises to their source. He did pause, however, when he realized what exactly he was hearing: crying. It sounded like a kid throwing a tantrum out in the woods somewhere. And James could only think of one kid it could possibly be.

Common sense told him that his master's unhappiness was none of his concern, that he should ignore it and go right back to work to avoid any further problems. Unfortunately, his conscience wouldn't let him sit by and listen to a little girl cry when he knew he was to blame for it. Sighing heavily and cursing every god or goddess he could possibly think of, James lifted himself out of the dirt and headed toward the sound. Before long, he found what he was looking for. That didn't make the sight any less surprising, though. Chibi sat huddled at the base of a tree, sobbing loudly into her knees. Despite knowing full well what she was, the sight was almost heartbreaking for Jonah to see. She looked so upset, so... human. He crept forward until he was a few feet in front of her, then stopped. "Uh, Chibi?" he spoke up carefully, not wanting to startle her like last time. "Are you alright?"

Danielle tried to pull away from him when he grabbed her wrist. He said something about her blood tasting good.

"I doubt it. My blood is probably bitter."

He licked her shoulder and continued speaking.

"If you think that threatening me by saying that you're going to kill me then you have no idea how humans work. If you are going to treat me this way then I'm going to give you attitude. It's how a normal teenager works." she said glaring at him.

His grip on her wrist tightened. She clenched her fists.

"Ow, don't squeeze so hard. That hurts." she complained.

Chibi herd the sound the same sound came from only one person... she looked up "oh it's you." she rubbed her eyes only looking to the right her eyes swollen from crying and a bit pink her dress socked as well as her hair. she got up still not wanting to look at him. she knew she was being spoiled to the core about him she didn't want him to be around her she was only upset at him. she felt like a child throwing the most worst temper tantrum over the last glass of spilled milk. "I didn't ask earlier..." she didn't want to ask earlier or even know of him. "what is you name?" she said wanting to run and hide and hope he was never here. she felt embarrassed in front of him angry, hurt, to child like at the moment. she still stared at the nothing laying in the air.

He smirked. "Ok, I guess I have to break you." He said, his gripp still tightening. He raised his head and pinned her onto the wall. He smiled as he lowered his head towards her neck. "I bet you have an interesting taste of blood. If you say your blood is bitter, well I never tried bitter tasting blood. All the blood I have tasted was sweet and boring." He snickered.

His fangs showned as he opened his mouth while he smiled. He looked at her. "You have a second chance. You follow my orders in cleaning the rooms, and I will feed off of someone else, but say no, I will make sure you won't wake untill morning, I will also hold back, so not only will you be too weak to back talk me, but you will be sore." He looked at her, knowing he couldn't hold back much of that toxin in his mouth(explained in front page.:)) )

Danielle leaned back into the wall as best she could. A tear slid down her cheek. She was so scared that she actually started crying.

"Please don't. I'll do it." she said quietly.

Her voice was shaky. She didn't realize how much was afraid of being bit until it was close to happening to her.

"Which rooms did you want cleaned?" she asked.

She had forgotten which rooms he told her to clean. She became distracted from her thoughts when she noticed his bright red eyes. The way he spoke scared the crap out of her, but he was beautiful enough to make a part of her want to stay. She thought she was crazy, but after she considered her options, she realized she could either run away from this house and get killed by another vampire or deal with this one. She looked down at the ground.

"Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it." she said quietly, almost as a whisper.