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Julius Alfric Claridge

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a character in “The Vampire's Servant”, as played by Polka

Description

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Full Name:
Julius Alfric Claridge
Meaning:
Youthful
Nickname:
'Just Julius will do '

Species/Role:
Vampire Master 1
Human Subjugate:
Melita Petran

Gender:
Male
Age:
Appears 26, is actually 350
Height:
[i]6'3"

Weight:
170lbs
Appearance:
Image

Motto/Catch Phrase:
....
Personality:
He doesn't speak much. After 100 years of being a vampire, Julius realized he liked his own company and gave up on creating relationships with anyone.
To others this distinguishes him as rather cold but there is more to it than that. However, Julius plays up to this assumption by ignoring anything that he feels isn't worth his time. Mainly Humans.

Julius believes Humans are only a food source. Though he hasn't used his past 'slaves' for just feeding.
As a result of this belief his ignorance has only gotten stronger.

The vampires that Julius lived alongside gain his acknowledgement but not his respect. This is just how he views the world and 'old habits die hard'.
Likes:
[i]* Solitude
* Reading
*Moonlight
*Swimming

Dislikes:
* Cats
*Onion
*Dust
* Snow
Weaknesses:
[i] Stubborn, Arrogant and not willing to listen to those he thinks lesser

Fears:
Shadows on the moon
Cold and empty rooms


Theme Song:
Rasputina Transylvanian Concubine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fdo5IcLAAfc
If you want to know how
To fly high, then go now
To the place where all the concubines...
Meet and converse with them
Marvel at their pale skin
Wonder how they chew on their pointy...
Teeth and hair are beauty
They know it's their duty
To be countess in their hearts and their...
Minds that have to whisper
See in them a sister
Look into their eyes and you'll become
Transylvanian Concubine.
You know what flows here like wine.
Stay here with us, it's just time.
Transylvanian Concubine.
Sorrow is their master
Cackling with laughter
Now he's having just one piece of...
Cakey is their make-up
Catholics try to shake up
All the things that form their lives, but
they're...
Dead, their sighs, their songs
They know what they do is wrong.
Stay here with us, it's just time.
Transylvanian Concubine.
Candelabra's lighted
Satan has been sighted
Never has there been an evening like...
This is what they wanted
Always to feel hunted
You can never be too rich or too...
Thin. The blood has run out.
Fangs ruin any cute pout
Morning has come now they've flown
What have you learned from what has been
shown?


Powers:
Transfiguration
General Skills:
Horse riding, reading, dancing

History:
[i] Being as old as he is, Julius has seen a fair few things in his time. He has been married, to a wonderful woman named Delia. However, she passed away in childbirth along with his Son. It was before he truly embraced being a Vampire.
This is the only memory that Julius cant rid from his mind, he was a young vampire at this time and fell too quickly in love. He was not ready for his beloved to leave him when she did. Some would say this is the reason he is so ignorant..... its because he doesn't want to begin to like someone who would eventually die.

Most other events in his life are pretty unimportant. He his lived in solitude for a good hundred years, this was when he figured out his power of transfiguration. In this time Julius became colder and now finds it hard to understand emotion.

So begins...

Julius Alfric Claridge's Story

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#, as written by Polka
Julius gathered everyone in the drawing room. He stared vacantly at each Vampire.

There had been a delivery to the manor a few hours back. Fresh blood bags that arrived with a note, most probably from the higher ups.
He had decided no to open it until everyone was present, which was not usually in his character. Julius usually cared very little about waiting for the other vampires he lived with, especially when it came to 'Dinner', though he assumed this time it was different.

Prior to this gathering Julius had helped the 'delivery' to be stored. He gathered the humans and placed each in a separate room.

' Earlier this evening we received a letter. I have waited for you all to gather before reading it.'

From his pocket he took a small letter knife. The blade flew swiftly from once top corner to the other.
Julius removed the letter and scanned it quickly with his own eyes. He let out a small chuckle before clearing his throat.

' Dear,

Julius Alfric Claridge
Benjamin Dyer
Valentina Rose
Tacitus Heilwig

As a gesture of good will the Vampire courts deliver to you five humans,one of which is a slayer. Each will respond to a different name, here is a reference

Melita Petran
Hikari Akane
Azalea Valerian
David Melloan
Male Slayer Tristan Blair

It is imperative that you do not kill these humans, they are your servants till the day that their natural lives expire.
To avoid argument we have assigned you each a human, Slayers have been given in accordance to those we believe can handle them. However, this does not mean we believe some of you lesser. Simply that your talents are better suited to a human slave.

As always you know it is against the law to commit an act of love with a creature of less importance.
With that being said please enjoy these gifts..

The Vampire courts
Signed Oela Shanstand
'

Clearing his throat one more time, Julius passed round the paper so each Vampire could see their pairing.
' Someone here is going to have to take on two humans whilst we wait for our last arrival.' Was the last thing the male stated before leaving the room.

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Tacitus had been sitting quietly in her room when Julius had come to get her. This was an odd enough occurrence. She hadn't expected the sudden visit; none the less to be told to meet with the other vampires living in the castle. Of course, she was more than willing to get up and follow. Julius was someone Tacitus thought was worth an ounce of respect, after all. The tall, silent vampire may not speak as much as she would like, but the times where she could sit in complete silence with him were nice enough.

So, Tacitus found her way to the drawing room. As Julius read them the letter, Tacitus just waited. Human servants? That didn't sound particularly entertaining. In reality, it sounded like more of a pain than anything else. Tacitus didn't plan on questioning it though. If the vampire courts thought they needed servants for some reason, then she would comply in silence.

However, the promise of a slayer was at least intriguing. Why would the vampire courts send a vampire killer into this castle? Who would be in charge of such a person? A small smile came to her faces as she made a small hand movement to Julius; trying to suggest that this might not be the worst possible event.

She then took to sighing as best as she could when she heard that someone had to take two humans until the fifth resident arrived. She had no desire to take another human, but probably would if it came down to the wire. Honestly, she wouldn't be too shocked if they shoved the second human on her because she lacked a way to vocally object.

She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes; glancing to the other residents of the castle.

Ben, that kid had always been at least fun to watch. He sort of reminded Tacitus of a small child, which probably explained why she would constantly attempt to pat him on the head or otherwise treat him like a child. It wasn't something she meant to do, it just happened from time to time.

Then there was Rose. Such a pretty flower, but also quite a thorn in Tacitus's side. She had no real issues with the woman, just simply chose to avoid her. Rose was a very ladylike individual, and Tacitus questioned whether or not the more radiant female vampire would hate her on sight. So, Tacitus kept her distance.

The small vampire stretched slightly; finally breaking from her thoughts. She would follow Julius. There was no reason to do so and no reason not to, which was enough reason to do it. She quietly followed him. She wouldn't really be able to say anything anyway, so she didn't see a reason to bother using telepathy to tell him that she was tagging along. He'd find out on his own.

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Tristan heard voices ahead of him and pressed himself against the wall, peeking out slowly to watch an individual walk out of a room, he waited a while as his brain processed what he had heard of them becoming slaves as well as other humans that were somewhere in the house. By the sounds of it individual vampires were selected to certain humans, there was no if or buts to it, Tristan had to help even if it meant risking his own life to save others. It was something he was meant to do.

He couldn't let that happen, no one deserved to be put to slavery with vampires, perhaps Tristan did because of his reputation with Vampires. But no one else deserved that, taking out his rosary he kissed the crucifix muttering a quick prayer under his breath.

In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen

Wrapping his rosary around his wrist, taking a deep breath to clear his head the blow to his head was affecting him still but he had to shake it off. He readied his stake and charged at the individual pinning them to the wall.

" If you value your life, which I highly doubt you don't you will stay still. Vampire." He rested the stake on the vampires chest, both as a threat and a precaution, all he had to do was push. His other arm was pressed against the vampires neck protecting himself from a bite if the vampire retaliated.

" Now you will explain to me, before I kill you, why you have targeted these humans for slavery as well as myself. there has to a be a reason, were they sold to you? a deal of some sort made with mayors from villages to maybe cut now the number of attacks on livestock?"

Tristan waited a while letting the questions sink in " Answer me, now!" he ordered.

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Ben sat on the floor, legs crossed, wary of Tacitus and her constant attempts to pet him like a dog. The other vampires didn't pat him like a pet, then again, they didn't really touch him in anyway, apart from the occasional brushing of arms in the corridor. Ben pulled his gloves a little tighter before taking the letter from Tacitus. He tried to avoid skin to skin contact with people, his power meaning he could discover their deepest secrets, their history, their innermost thoughts with just a single touch. He didn't like that. Everyone was entitled to have their secrets. No, he much preferred his machines. The only secret they had was how they functioned, something he was entitled to find out.

"Slayers?" Ben drawled out, the name leaving a sour taste in his mouth. It had been less than a month since his last run in with a group of them. He had hoped not to see another one for a fair few decades. He passed the letter on. This could only end badly. Still, he would probably end it with a mere human. His childish behaviour ensured that he didn't end up with a Slayer. The others, Julius in particular it seemed, believed that he wasn't in possession of a single responsible bone in his body. He was. It was his left little toe. That was the responsible bone in his body. He noticed that Julius had left the room, and that Tacitus was rising to follow him. He instinctively moved away from the mute vampire lest she try to pat his head again. He rose gracefully to his feet and followed his brethren, curious to find out more about Hikari. His progress was halted by a young man, a Slayer judging by the stake he was holding against Julius.

"Answer me now!" The young man ordered.

Benjamin raised an eyebrow. He placed a hand on the Slayer's arm that was pinned against Julius's neck, "Now, don't think I'm trying to tell you how to do your job, but I tend to find people are more open to answering if you're not trying to crush their vocal cords," he said, forcing the man's arm away. Benajamin looked between the young man and Julius. He nodded, apparently satisfied with the situation, "As you were gentleman." Benjamin slid off down the hallway, searching for Hikari's room. He leaned against a door. He could hear someone moving about inside. He knocked on the door. It was only polite, "Hikari?"

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#, as written by Polka
Julius & Tacitus


As Julius left the room he was very aware that there was a slayer there too. He could smell them a mile off, though he was not expecting the man to pounce at him.

As Tristan pushed Julius into the wall, he noticed that Tacitus had followed him out. Her natural silence often gave her the advantage when it came to following people.
For the smallest of moments, Julius allowed his body to be forced back. What better way to teach a slayer a lesson than to let him have the upper hand first?
Just as the male vampire was about to respond, Ben, another vampire resident grabbed his arm.

If Julius was being honest, he did not need the extra help but it gave him the chance of distraction. His body quickly convulsed itself into a large black bat. He lifted into the air away from the stake and the Slayer.


Tacitus's eyes widened slightly as a human jumped Julius. Well, it seemed the slayer was quick to reveal himself. This was going to prove entertaining. She smiled just a little, letting herself remain undetected. She could see Julius's plan and she was more than happy to comply with the idea. There was no reason to miss out on the fun, after all.

As Julius morphed into his bat form, Tacitus quickly jumped on the Slayer. She may have been small, but taking him to the ground was no issue. She pinned him underneath her and smirked slightly. Not a sound escaped her the whole time, not that this would be a shock to Julius. The slayer, on the other hand, might be somewhat surprised. It's not often someone can maintain such silence, but being unable to make a sound certainly helped.

Tacitus looked to Julius and smirked. Though she usually wasn't one to use it, she decided on gloating just a little with her telepathy. She sent a small thought to Julius.

“Not bad, huh?”

With that, she just kept the slayer pinned. There was no reason to get up, for sure. She would let Julius have his moment of fame. It was always great when a plan came together.


Julies chuckled slightly. Watching such a small women take down a man would have been shocking to anyone else but it humoured him greatly.

As she kept him pinned to the floor, Julius became his normal vampire self again. Taking Julius by the scruff of the neck Julius lifted him to eye level with ease.

' Clearly we need to establish rules with this one... I know who you are slayer. I know the name you have made for yourself but lets not pretend you have the upper hand here. This is our house.'

He dragged the slayer behind him, hoping that Tacitus would follow.
The three entered the room in which the Vampires had received the letter explaining the situation. He threw the slayer in the middle of the room. Picked up the letter and scanned it.
' Looks like he belongs to you Taticus. Seems like the famous slayer is going to be a bit of a handful. In that case I will take on the extra human until our new arrival'

With that Julius left the room. He headed to the corridor in which he had left the humans.
Two girls were already in there.
' Glad you two have already been antiquated. You belong to me now '.

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As soon as Melita opened the door, she found herself crashing to the floor again, this time with an angry young woman with a knife instead of sheets. Eyes wide and frightened, the skittish female tried in vain to shrink away from the knife at her throat. What had she done wrong?! What was her attacker even talking about? Melita trembled, hear racing in her chest until she thought it would burst. She didn't want to die!

Melita tried to find her voice, but suddenly, she was released, a look of shock mirroring her own on her assailant. Now even more thuroughly confused, the human was pulled up by her hand, squeeking in surprise as she tried to fathom just what on earth had happened. Hearing the apology, Melita tilted her head in confusion, eyes still wary and concerned. The other female seemed sincere enough in her apology.

"I...I don't know...I think so." came her shaky voice, about to ask the pink haired woman about her name and her previous statements, when a male's voice interrupted any chance of doing so.

Spinning to face the sound, Melita found herself facing a tall, dark and cold looking male. His hair was long and dark, face pale like the moon, and eyes that seemed to be simultaneously cold and yet burn right through her. As attractive as she found his features (of course, she did wonder why his skin held almost no color), she found him equally intimidating. She seemed to shrink under his gaze, only daring to react as his comment registered in her brain.

Belonged? That couldn't be right. No one could really own someone else.

"Sir...t-there must be a mistake. I'm not a belonging..and neither is she." Melita cursed her pathetic sounding stammer. Why couldn't she be like her sister? As much as she liked being her own person, she would pay to have the courage and inner strength of her twin sister.

Somehow managing to meet his gaze, she pressed on despite her racing heart and the shiver in her spine.

"W-who are you? Where is this place?" she managed to ask before looking away from his eyes, not wanting him to see how scared and uncertain she was.

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"Glad you two have already been antiquated. You belong to me now." Came a voice from the door and Aza jumped slightly, mentally scolding thing herself for not paying more attention. She turned slowly, calmly, to face the form at the door. It was easy now to tell the difference between him and her human acquaintance. Everything about him seemed to be perfect; dark, composed and very calm. He was taller than both the girls, and pale like death. She could see the thin veins under his papery skin and could imagine the blood of a victim coursing through them. She barely withheld a small shiver.

Vampire.

"Sir... t-there must be a mistake. I'm not a belonging... and neither is she." The human girl said, fear making her voice quiver. Azalea felt bad for her. She probably had no idea why they were here either and now she was being told she was a piece of property, along with the girl who'd just jumped her with a knife? 'Poor girl,' Aza thought, stepping slightly infront of her just in case the vampire decided to retaliate.

"I belong to no one but myself," Azalea replied in a chilling monotone to man in the door way, her voice cold enough it carried an icy sting with every word. "As does she. But I would love to hear why exactly you have decided we are your property."

Her eyes scanned the man with obvious distaste, almost as if she were looking upon some vile creature as it writhed in a puddle of slime. With any luck, that's what he would be once Aza was done with him. For the moment though she had to give the impression of being superior as if made her seem confident. Her father had taught her that, and it came in handy whenever she was fighting. Looking confident have you confidence, and that was always a good thing.

"W-who are you? Where is this place?" The girl continued, still scared poor thing, but for better reason than she probably knew. However scared she was, she had good logical questions which Aza was waiting to hear. Not that anything could justify this but still she was interested in what had kept either on of them alive so far.

Keeping her eyes on the vampire Aza moved slowly front of the other girl just a little more, shielding her from the eyes of the vampire. Her hand crept to the bag on her hip. "Answer us. Who are you? Where are we? And why exactly did you bring us here?" She asked, voice cold and demanding, defensive.

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#, as written by Polka
Julius had expected some kind of clever remark. Humans never really liked being told they had no free will.
He stepped forward rather quickly, taking each girls arms.

' Let me answer each question slowly so you understand. You are my property because Vampire law makes it so. I do not know what crimes you committed to be put in my care but all you need to worry about is making sure I am happy. Whatever lives you had are now just a distant memory......'

He chuckled at the pink haired girls bravery. The girl definitely had guts but that did not bother him too much.

' In answer to your other question my name is Julius Alfric Claridge. I will be honest with you, I really have no use for two human slaves but it has been ordered upon me to keep you.... I am not interested in your defiance or problems. Think of it like this, you serve me well and I will treat you well.... '

The cold man pulled each girl slightly so that each sat gently in his arm. Cradling them both he carried them into his study and placed them firmly onto a red fabric sofa. He sat at a large desk and begin to scribe onto paper.
It was a very large room, surrounded by bookcases, Julius had read each book at least once in his time.

After fifteen minutes or so he handed the girls paper that told them what their purpose to him would be.


* A source of food ( Preferably from the neck or upper thigh but will accept wrist)
* Simple cleaning tasks (dusting, polishing and cleaning bathrooms)
* Entertainment (Dancing, singing, reading aloud or anything I deem fit)

It was a short list and on the bottom it read

* All tasks are mandatory but as thanks your protection from other Vampires is guaranteed. You will also be fed and kept warm. If you do not want to meet demands you will simply be a food source by force.

' If you both would like to sign. I really don't have time for you to fight me on this. In the end you will do as I say. However, if you accept these terms your protection is secured. I am a very old vampire, I have strength and the other vampires here respect me '

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"Let me answer each question slowly so you understand." The vampire said and grabbed both Azalea and the other girl's arms. "You are my property because Vampire law makes it so. I do not know what crimes you committed to be put in my care but all you need to worry about is making sure I am happy." Azalea struggled against his grip. She was never good about other people touching her as for many years of her life it was forbidden that anyone but select scullary maids touch her, lest she become 'impure'. Of course in her years training as a Slayer she had come to understand that the touch of another would not, in fact, taint her, but she still was very sensitive to physical contact.

But despite her best efforts his vampiric strength allowed him a firm and unwavering hold on her arm, and she stopped thrashing to conserve her own energy, trying to keep her calm despite the unsettled feeling in her stomach. She just wanted him to let go at this point. "Whatever lives you had are now just a distant memory..." he said with a small chuckle and Aza felt a small shiver travel down her spine, though she kept a brave face, determine not to show fear.

"In answer to your other question my name is Julius Alfric Claridge. I will be honest with you, I really have no use for two human slaves but it has been ordered upon me to keep you," The vampire, by the name of Julius, continued without a hint of emotion. "I am not interested in your defiance or problems. Think of it like this, you serve me well and I will treat you well." Aza had to resist the urge to spit on him. 'Like hell I'm going to serve you, you sick vampiric bas-' but her thought was interrupted as he pulled them closer until he was carrying both girls in his arms and began to carry them down the hall.

Aza remained stiff, her body frozen as strong arms held her up. She hated being carried, not only because it meant someone was touching her, but because in made her feel helpless. She was perfectly capable of walking, but somehow she figured it might be best to stay quiet. Against her will she allowed herself to be carried into what seemed to be a study. Books covered the walls and for just a moment she forgot where she was, instead distracted by the vast nuber of books. She'd never seen so many books in her life. As a child Azalea had been taught to read, but never allowed into the library as she was a girl and it was not a girl's place.

She was brought back to reality as her felt herself be lowered onto a red fabric sofa. Her eyes followed the vampire, Julius, with defiance as he sat at a large desk and begin to write. As he wrote Azalea turned to the other girl and smiled gently. "Hey," she murmured softly, "I'm really sorry for jumping you earlier. I thought you were, well, him." she jerks a thumb at their vampire kidnapper, then smiles again meekly. "I'm Azalea Valerian, but you can just call me Aza."

After a few minutes, which felt more like a few years, Julius stood up and turned again to the girls, handling them each a slip of paper. On the paper was a short little list, but reading it sent chills down Aza's spine.

    * A source of food ( Preferably from the neck or upper thigh but will accept wrist)
    * Simple cleaning tasks (dusting, polishing and cleaning bathrooms)
    * Entertainment (Dancing, singing, reading aloud or anything I deem fit)

    * All tasks are mandatory but as thanks your protection from other Vampires is guaranteed. You will also be fed and kept warm. If you do not want to meet demands you will simply be a food source by force.

"If you both would like to sign." he said and Aza turned her eyes up to him, "I really don't have time for you to fight me on this. In the end you will do as I say. However, if you accept these terms your protection is secured. I am a very old vampire, I have strength and the other vampires here respect me."

Aza's eyes narrowed further and further with every word he spoke. 'There is no way I will ever willingly serve you, vampire.' she thought hatefully, glaring into his eyes, 'You're going to have to hold me down and slit my wrists before I'll ever let you have a taste of my blood, and nothing you do is ever going to change my mind.' But of course she said none of this, only reached over and picked up the pencil on the side table. She paused a moment before signing the document, then raised her furious eyes to meet his, unwavering, as she snapped the pencil in her hand and ran her middle finger along the wood, cutting it. Then, ignoring the stinging pain, she drug her bleeding finger across her name, sending a clear message without speaking any words.

I will never serve you.

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Eyes wide in shock, Melita bit her lip, a look of dismay in her features at the answer. Vampire law? Distant memory? She..she was a prisonor..a slave to this man? A cold chill went down her spine, fear radiating from her. She was no match for this vampire, and the feeling of helplessness was almost suffocating. She had to do something..say something! She was swiftly grabbed, words frozen in her throat.

Melita flushed in shock and embarassment. Squeeking at being picked up and led around, she had no time to protest before being placed upon a red sofa. She sat tensely, until the vampire began to write. While he was busy, she flinched slightly upon hearing the other girl. Oh, she was just talking. Melita nodded, smiling gently back.

"M-melita Petran. Um, pleasure to meet you." she said softly, glad at least someone here wanted to be friends.

Just as Melita was about to relax and calm down completely, she and Azalea were handed pieces of paper, each with instructions.


Melita's face went red, then pale, eyes wide like a deer in headlights as the words sunk into her brain. Cleaning she'd do anyway..that wasn't bad. Entertainment? Well, she could play the flute if he wanted? Still, not an unreasonable request.

It was the first instruction that made her shiver, her blood run cold. He wanted to feed from her? Wouldn't that kill her? And..that had to be painful. Melita trembled, inwardly cursing again as she did so. She hated being so weak and pathetic looking, and she knew it was obvious how scared she was. Her heart thudded in her chest so hard and fast she was sure the vampire before her could hear it. And even more disturbing, he would drink from her regardless of her signing this paper. Then why should she sign?

"F-food? Please...I have no objections to the other requests, but...is there no way to live without blood?" she asked timidly. Melita was shouting protests, trying to argue that this was unfair, this was sudden, this wasn't right. At least in her head she was. Try as she might, she could only be brave in her dreams and her mind. Outside, she was pathetic and a timid mouse, her sister was a lioness.

Melita bit her lip, torn as she looked at the paper in dismay. Had this man been human or had he not been so frightening, she'd have been blushing at how graceful and handsome he was. As it was, she simply felt her spine shiver and her fear override any curious thoughts she had of him.

She was brought from her thoughts as Azalea wrote down her name, surprising the timid girl. Her eyes went wide at the sudden defiance, smearing her name with her own blood. Such bravery! Melita looked on in awe.

It was in mere seconds she realized what bleeding meant.

"W-wait!" Melita grabbed Azalea's hand, taking her hair ribbon and wrapping it around the other girl's finger. If the vampire saw the blood...would he attack her? She was scared, yes, but she was also worried for her companion of sorts. Melita held the hand in hers, as if cupping a tiny bird protectively.

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Julius sighed.

Rather than address his new defiant human he came close to Melita.
He took her hand gracefully in his own and with soft words spoke.

' For me there is no way to live without blood. I can visit the local villages and take what I want but instead I have been given two gifts. I was a man once, the fear of being bitten is not a feeling I remember kindly. However, I will be nothing but the perfect gentlemen... unless you decide to fight me on it '.

He stood back up and turned to face the large bookshelf. He of course was not allowed to drink from Azalea, she was ony temporarily his but of course she did not know how this vampire law worked.

He could smell the blood before the pencil had snapped. In some way he was glad this his chosen was easier to control but knew it was time to set some boundaries. Her bravery was only going to increase as long as he allowed her to act like this.

With one swift action he pulled Melita away from her, stopped her from cradling the wounded finger. He didn't pull her too hard but enough to create a small distance.
He then picked Azalea up and placed her in front of him. The contract he signed flew under the red sofa.
He turned her quickly and tilted her neck hard, the perfect opportunity to break the skin.

Rather than bite, Julius brought his head down to her ear and with a loud whisper began to talk.
' Upon entering this room you were told one thing. I have NO time for your defiance but since you would like to play that game ere is a little tip.
The tall man pushed the girl back onto the Sofa but kept her arm tightly in his grasp.
See how easy it is for me to take what I want. To take it from exactly where I want it.... And look, I haven't needed to be forceful'.

Julius let out a loud laugh before his whole facial expression changed into his usual scowl. For his last trick he picked the girl back up. Cradled her like a baby and placed her on the large oaken desk. This time with one hand press against her stomach to prevent her from moving and one pressed on her thigh.
' Need I remind you of my favourite feeding place. Again this is not force to me. Imagine if I was to force you. How much pain I would cause you .... because you decided to be brave.

He began to lower his head but before he made it to her thigh he stopped. He turned away and walked towards Melita.

'I am sorry if that may have alarmed you. I do not plan on repeating any of that on you. I am sorry to tell you I do care very little for human life but I like you Miss Melita, you have pleased me with every action you have committed in this room. I hope you will sign without haste and then we will gather everyone in the main room so we can make introductions.
He dug out the paper from under the sofa and handed her a new pencil from his picket.
' Number two' He indicated to Azalea ' I hope you consider re-signing my dear'/

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Melita's breath caught in her throat as Julius took her hand, especially caught off guard by how gentle and graceful he seemed when doing so. Her eyes were fixed on the vampire, a slight shiver down her spine at his silken voice and his words. As appreciative as she was of what seemed to be an explanation and reassurance, she still held a fear of being bitten. But...maybe it would be ok? He wasn't being mean so far...

The young woman gasped, watching in shock and horror as the gentleman suddenly turned on Azalea. He was so strong, and she could clearly see how easy it was for him to overposer the brave female. He seemed intent on biting, and Melita shrunk back. Seeing Azalea manhandled so was enough to make her tremble. Julius was definately going to make sure the other girl understood, making a very convincing point.

Melita's panic grew exponentially, the laugh causing her to falter. No, he wasn't just making a point, he would actually hurt Azalea! He easily pinned her to the desk, causing Melita to stand up. She couldn't let him!

"S-Stop!" she tried, but it was too soft! She trembled, desperately trying to will som confidence and bravery into her voice, her heart. Melita moved forward a step, feeling the need to help the other girl. He was threatening her with pain.

It was then that he stopped, letting go of Azalea. Melita froze, seeing him facing her this time. Her legs gave out, the girl sinking to her knees before the male as he approached. He was terrifying. As terrifying as he was beautiful. A soft whimper escaped her throat, unable to even attempt to hide her fear. His assurance he wouldn't do the same to her was of little consolation. He could. If she angered him enough, he could, and she didn't doubt he would. She could only stare wordlessly as he indicated the agreement. Melita picked it up with shaking hands. But..he would force her regardless of the paper, so what harm would it do to sign or not?

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"For me there is no way to live without blood. I can visit the local villages and take what I want but instead I have been given two gifts." Azalea scowled as Julius turned to Melita and took her hand, speaking to her in such soft tones it was almost believeable that he was more than a monster. "I was a man once, the fear of being bitten is not a feeling I remember kindly. However, I will be nothing but the perfect gentlemen," he continued and Aza took a moment to ponder.

She'd always been a curious girl, and liked to think of herself as open minded too. Of course he had once been human, like she was, but had been turned into a vampire. For that she really couldn't blame him. It wasn't like he'd wanted to be a vampire; who on earth would want to be a vampire? But what she hated about Julius was that he'd given up his humanity for vampirism.

Or had he? He'd said he'd be a gentleman...

"...unless you decide to fight me on it."

Oh crap.

Her moment of triump was over and she could see it in the vampire's eyes as he turned to her. Aza droppped the contract to grab her knife and it fluttered under the couch. But before she could pull the knife from her bag, heck, before she could even move her hand he had grabbed her and suddenly she found herself locked in his arms. One of his hands was wrapped around her waist, holding her arms down while the other had grabbed hold on her hair and had pulled her head back, exposing her neck. Aza swallowed hard, tensing up, expecting a painful bite to the neck. Oddly enough the pain didn't come, but that didn't keep her from flitching when she felt his warm breath on her ear, nor the cold chills from running down her spine.

"Upon entering this room you were told one thing. I have NO time for your defiance, but since you would like to play that game here is a little tip."

Azalea felt herself pushed backwards and landed on the couch with a small cry of pain and tried to get up, but was quickly pinned down again. This time the vampire hand hold on her wrist and her eyes widened as she saw his glimmering white fangs hovering over the pulsing vein on her wrist.

"See how easy it is for me to take what I want. To take it from exactly where I want it." he chilled, looking Aza directly in her blue eyes which had grown wide. "And look, I haven't needed to be forceful."

'Holy Heaven, this isn't 'forceful' to him?' Aza thought as a chilling sensation of fear crept into her heart, held down by a creature she knew was too powerful to overcome. Not as she was at least. Julius laughed loudly and Aza flinched, looking up at him again, trying to seem brave though the fear was obvious in her crystal blue eyes. All she could do was squeak as he hoisted her up a final time and laid her out on the oaken desk.

Aza tried to sit up but a cold, firm hand pressed down against her stomach, making her gasp, and despite her struggles she couldn't sit up. Goosebumps raise on her flawless skin as she felt the fabric of her nightgown fall aside, exposing her upper thigh and a cold hand settle on the exposed flesh. Azalea felt her body begining to tremble; his touch was too much. She was too exposed. All the courage had left her the moment his skin had brushed hers, like it always had all of her life. She was so weak the mere unfamilar touch of another could stop her heart, leaving her shaking at the encounter. Azalea would be shaking for a long time after this one.

"Need I remind you of my favourite feeding place. Again this is not force to me. Imagine if I was to force you. How much pain I would cause you.... because you decided to be brave." He said and lowered his head to her thigh, causing her heart to pound frantically. Then, suddenly, he lifted his head and turned away, going to Melita, speaking, though Aza couldn't understand his words because of the blood rushing in her ears.

He was trying to make a point. If she stood against him, she was going to lose. Plain and simple. She wasn't as strong as he was, not even close, and he was making sure Azalea could see that. He was stronger, and smarter, and would not tolerate it if she stepped out of line. So she wouldn't. Azalea would be the perfect little servant as he called her. It wouldn't be hard; she'd been raised to be perfect after all. All in that time she would get stronger. Smarter. Learn his weaknesses. And then, eventually, when she was powerful enough to overcome him... Aza swallowed hard and slowly slid off the desk, on hand still on it for support, readjusting her dress.

"Number two," Julius said, pulling Azalea out of her thoughts of a carefully planned revenge. "I hope you consider re-signing my dear." he said, holding the contract and new pencil out to her. Aza looked at his face, her own carefully blank save for the look of mild fear and submission, a face she'd perfected over the years. Then she slowly took the paper and carefully re-wrote her name.

"Yes, Master."

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That was just how he liked it.

He could sense that Melita feared him. Fear was always better than hate. Something which he could sense from Aza.

' You needn't burn eye holes in the back of my head sweet girl but thank you for being compliment.

Julius held his hand out for Melita to take and after both girls had finished signing he directed them downstairs into a large hall. It was about time everyone got to know each other.

After putting both girls in the large empty room, Julius went about to find the others. Of course he bumped into Tacitus first. She had three humans with her, it seemed she was winning the game of collecting them.
He ignored the humans and turned straight to his vampire equal.

' My dear, I think its about time for a gathering in the hall. Would be a dear and escort these three into the hall. Mine are waiting patiently..... what's say we get to know each other before we dine'.

The last part was directed to the new toys, he chuckled a little.
Before leaving to find the remaining vampire, Ben, Julius placed his hand onto the small vampires shoulder.
' I hope they are not too much for you handle as we are still two masters short'

Julius knew exactly where Benjemin would be. His workshop.
The tall vampire made his way towards the east wing where Ben's machines lived.
Upon arriving he knocked three times and shouted in.
' Meeting in the hall Ben. You have five minutes'

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Benjamin pushed his goggles back into his hair when he heard a knock at the door. He rose from the table to open the door when he heard Julius's voice from the other side, "Meeting in the Hall Ben. You have five minutes."

Ben pulled his goggles from his head, casually throwing them onto the table next to the half finished toy. He didn't need the goggles, but he liked wearing them. He brushed his wait coast down and took his coat down from the hook. He checked his gloves for holes once again. Satisfied there were none, Benjamin headed up to the hall in question.

On his arrival, he saw Hikari with Tacitus. He was relieved that Hikari had ended up with the mute vampire, she was probably the safest vampire for Hikari to find. A cursory glance over Hikari confirmed his suspicions. Her head was bleeding. Benjamin clamped his jaw tight. His fangs had never felt sharper. There was blood. He was so hungry. He needed to feed. No, no he didn't. Not right now. Hikari deserved an explanation before he even tried to feed from her.

'Pardon me for stating the obvious, but Hikari appears to be bleeding," Benjamin said to no one in particular, "Quite a bit actually." He continued, not trusting himself to look at Hikari. He tried to catch Julius's eye, spinning his fingers subtlety, indicating that he wanted Julius to make this meeting as quick as possible.

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Melita signed the paper, vaguely thinking it rather a pointless act, considering she'd be forced to obey regardless. Oh well, she supposed the formality wouldn't hurt. She was no less surprised about being helped to her feet than she was about the gentle voice Julius used on her. How could such a mn who threatened another so easily and laugh while doing so have such a beautiful face, and speak so sweetly when he wished?

Melita promptly sat down after she was led to the hall, eyes scanning the room with uncertainty. How many other vampires were around? Julius mentioned protecting them from others. Did that mean others in the estate? Or others in the world in general? Did vampires prefer groups or solitary existences? The worried young woman Sat near Azalea, waiting a moment before whispering for the sake of privacy.

"M-miss Azalea? Are you ok?" Melita asked, hoping the other human wasn't harmed. She had been frightened at how Julius handled her, and even his assurances to Melita couldn't erase that. She looked sympathetically at the pink haired woman.

Melita paused, looking up and going a bit tense as others began to arrive. Were they friend or foe? Were any of them vampires? Melita glanced at each person in turn, wondering what would happen to her. She relaxed as no other conflicts arose thusfar.
Ben's voice brought her from her musings, Melita looking over at the one he referred to as Hikari and then letting out a gasp.
The blood made her feel a tad dizzy, but thankfully such things weren't nauseating or phobia-inducing. She stood, gingerly approaching Hikari.

"Miss! You should sit down, that looks like a pretty significant wound. Has someone looked at it for you before bandaging it? Did you get it cleaned out?" Melita asked, concern written in her features as she fussed over someone, always wanting to make people feel better and help out.

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Roderick stretched his arms as he entered the large estate, suitcase over his shoulder. The red haired vampire knew all along that the vampire he was replacing would have met an unsightly demise and he'd get drug out into the middle of nowhere to babysit. I was having a grand time with that brunette too.. The male mused mentally, images of her in his hotel bed flooding back to him. It drew a small grin to his mischievous and otherwise annoyed features. Though it didn't last long, it was replaced with even more annoyance, reminding him of how his rendezvous was cut dramatically short to bring him here. He slung open the front door, his lemon-lime eyes scanning around, until he heard noise in a nearby room, flicking the door shut, Roderick followed the sound until his eyes fell upon several unfamiliar faces. He recognized at least three of them, "Ah. What a pleasure.." Roderick rolled his eyes. He didn't exactly meet all of the other three vampire's formally before, but he recognized their faces from times he'd passed them on the road. He did however know of them.

He was next to an empty couch in mere seconds, eyeing it carefully before throwing himself over it's arm lazily. It was rude and careless, but still it somehow passed off as a graceful gesture, considering how swiftly and effortlessly he'd carried out the action. Roderick although his disposition as if his body weight nothing, "So? Why's everyone gathered here?" He quirked an uninterested eyebrow, "I heard the last guy got mauled.. so here I am, the lucky replacement.." He flashed a toothy grin, "So which one is mine?" He eyed Melita first, then Hikari, finally he looked to Azalea. They're all pretty decent.. I heard I was getting a female..but which one?

The black haired one was injured, marking her off instantly, he wasn't into the clumsy type, Then there was the pink haired one who seemed to hold an attitude problem (Azalea) and the cherry blossom toned girl with the shyer appearance (Melita). His eyes widened before he collapsed on the sofa, images flashing in his third eye (precognition), first he saw himself screaming at the figure of what seemed to be a girl, then he saw blood on the floor, and finally the image a tall figure he couldn't quite make out. The whole time his vision took place, it appeared like he was experiencing an epileptic seizure, but it's just how Roderick's visions worked. He'd get a random trigger and the process would hit him like a bag filled with a dozen bricks. It wasn't a beautiful process, but it did come in handy to say the least. Well, if he managed to somehow decipher their meaning before they played out. Roderick laid there, holding his head afterwards, feeling his body regenerate itself. The visions didn't come free. It often exhausted his body, the price of seeing what has yet to come. He kept his eyes closed, counting in his head to keep his cool. He always felt an intense thirst after a vision, the bleeding girl in the room was teasing his tastebuds, his gums whining for him to take a bite, or twenty..

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"You needn't burn eye holes in the back of my head sweet girl, but thank you for being compliment." Julius mused and Azalea had to clench her fists to keep from spitting at him. 'Calm. Peaceful lotus blossom floating along the water.' she thought, trying to remember the lessons of holding her temper that had been drilled into her as a girl. 'Gentle winds, a summer breeze across the fields of flowers.'

Julius held his hand out for Melita to take, which she did, distinctly not offering one to Azalea, which she would have had trouble taking anyways so it was probably for the better. Then the chilled vampire man lead them downstairs though a long hallway and guiding them into a large empty room. Azalea delicatly took a seat beside Melite as Julius walked out again, leaving them alone.

Straining her ears to hear, Aza could pick up on the faint sound of Julius' voice. "...My dear, I think its about time for a gathering in the hall. Would you be a dear and escort these three into the hall?" he purred and Aza felt herself shutter. How many people were stuck here? How many more were to arrive? How many vampires were under this roof? She tried to suppress those thoughts and listen, but immediately regretted it when she heard what Julius said next. "Mine are waiting patiently... What's say we get to know each other before we dine?"

Aza stopped easedropping when she heard a timid voice speak up, "M-miss Azalea? Are you ok?" asked Melita softly, looking at her intently. Aza managed to work up a small smile. "Yeah, I'm fine." she murmured, then added on an encouraging note, "Don't be scared. We're going to get out of this somehow."

As other people, and vampires, began to file in Aza went quiet, examining them each to find out their strengths and weaknesses. It was beyond Aza why they had all gathered here, but it didn't matter. It was her responisbility as a Slayer to destroy all these vile creatures and free all the humans.

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It hadn't been a particularly hard journey for Caitriona that day. She had received a letter telling her that she had to make her way to a well established estate.
The 200 year old couldn't say she was fond of the idea of heading all the way from the home she had made for herself to a new destination but when the Vampire Queen asks you to jump you immediately ask 'How High?'.

No matter, she was here now and that was all that mattered.
Cait decided to open the door herself. Surely the others would have been told of her presence.
Dragging a green satin case behind her the Scottish woman checked her appearance in a large mirror with a golden frame.

' Whey, First impressions are important wee lass' She began to tell herself ' Lets make sure we look the part'.

After a quick preening, Cait headed into the only room she could hear noise from. Upon entering she could instantly tell the Vampires from the Humans.
Her eyes first met with another red headed Vampire, he must of been new too because he definitely looked out of place.
Then Second, another female vampire with eyes that seemed to glow, Cait decided to gravitate towards the other female Vampire as she didn't much like the other options. The last two males,one extremely tall with mid length black hair and the other who seemed to be fretting over a bleeding human girl.

Ah yes... The humans. She now remembered her real purpose for being here. To serve as master to a male human until the day he died.
She couldn't say she was thrilled about this but she had no choice as Law was Law.
Cait knew instantly which human was hers, she could tell just by looking. He was dark of hair with blue eyes. Every distinguishing feature this boy had was the complete opposite of Caitriona.

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Julius arrived alongside Ben, who began panicking over his properties bleeding head. Though Julius was glad of this,even for his age, the smell of blood was very tempting.
The two new Vampires had arrived, he didn't know either of them nor did he care to know them.

There was no use wasting anymore time, best to get on with introductions before splitting into their relevant pairs.

' So some of you with a longer lifespan already know why you are here but for the benefit of the humans lets explain. Earlier today we received a letter making each of you our own personal servant.... This is because somewhere in your small lives you committed a crime against the Vampire Community.'

The older Vampire stopped and took from his pocket the original letter, handing it to the two new Vampires to read and find their designated human. He then stood next to Melita, prompting everyone else to stand next to their new partner.

'For those of you who don't know, I am Julius and this is Melita. She is my human, though you are welcome to general conversation with her but you must never touch her yourself. One because it breaks vampire Law and Two because she is Mine and I do not like my things messed with'.

He mainly indicated this to the new male vampire. On hindsight he had heard things about this Vampire that he did not like.
Julius then cast a gaze to Aza, in his usual style he wouldn't care very much but he worried about passing her on to someone else.

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Melita had by now scurried back to her seat beside Azalea, smiling softly at the girl beside her. As soon as Julius walked in, the young woman went still, simultaneously terrified and mesmerized by the vampire male. She swallowed hard, eyes watching him as he entered, eyes going wide as he spoke.

Half the people in the room were ampires? Looking around, she started to notice the stark contrasts in the undead versus the fellow humans she was with. Escape from this many vampires? As sure as miss Azeala sounded, Melita doubted it would be so simple, if even possible. She shivered, wondering if any of them were hungry. She hoped not, as being fed from was not a pleasant thought. Any concern over the vampire aspect was immediately forgotten at the realization of her situation.

Servant?! She would be a servant? But she hadn't done anything! Mouth slightly agape, Melita looked about to protest when Julius stood beside her. All that came out was a slight squeek in surprise.

The male's words echoed in her mind as he introduced himself and her as his human. She was his?! But who chose? And would he do to her what he did to Azeala? No, he had said he wouldn't. But obviously he wasn't to be trifled with. Despite shaking in fear and uncertainty, Melita looked up at the vampire claiming her, feeling her cheeks grow oddly warm in startled embarassment. His declaration of 'mine' made a slight shiver run down her spine. What would happen to her now? She wasn't a servant!

Glancing at the others, Melita once more thought that this Julius was by far the most handsome man she'd ever seen, and the other vampires didn't compare. Although looks were the least of her concerns. He was just as intimidating, and currently identified her as some form of property. Her red cheeks went back to their normal hue, only to progress into a fearful pale.

"B-but sir....I haven't done anything! I only recently saw one of your kind for the first time." the young woman reasoned, thinking this some huge mistake, probably a bad dream. She hoped it was.