Private RP [Vacant,FeedingOnFever & Schemer]

[Pretty Vacant]

It rained, again. It was the first thing that Maggie noticed when she woke up that morning. She had woken up earlier that was needed, so she just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the rain. If she got up, she would be put to work right away. She wished that it would be sunny. It was the only advantage Maggie seemed to have over her master; she could be out in the sun. Not that she ever left the building.

Time passed slowly, as it often did when one was bored, but Madison enjoyed it. It was better than cleaning or cooking. And anything was better than being a bleeder. But even so, time did pass, and soon the rest of the servents were waking up. Maggie sighed, rolling out of bed and quickly getting ready. There was a small bathroom connected to her room as well as another room, which both sets of roommates shared. Maggie's roommate was part of the kitchen staff, and was already gone.

Maggie quickly got dressed, brushed her teeth, and ran a brush through her blonde curls. She took more time than was necessary, though no one really noticed. She was one of the last to arrive in the kitchen for breakfast though, and this was noticed.

"They need someone upstairs." One of the higher slaves told her, nodding towards Maggie.

"For what?" Maggie asked warily.

The slave shrugged in reply. "Never said." She handed her a bottle of wine. "Bring this up while you're at it."

Maggie looked at the expensive bottle and frowned. If they didn't say what for, they probably needed a bleeder. She sighed, but didn't argue. She had been one of the latest, and she couldn't refuse. She made her way up the stairs, where all the rooms were. Everything up there was so luxurious. The carpets softer, the decorations expensive. She would have almost liked to be walking through this hallway if she hadn't been scared of what was going to happen to her.

Finally, she arrived at the door of the large suite that housed her master. She swallowed, and knocked on the fancily carved door. Stepping back, she tightened her grip on the bottle slightly, though not enough to break it.

[FeedingOnFever]

There was a distant ringing in Marcus' ears that was growing steadily louder and louder. He tried to will it to go away, but it wouldn't. Stupid alarm clock, he thought to himself, barely coherent. But no, he thought again, that didn't make sense. His alarm clock played songs from the radio, not a shrill droning sound. He tried to open his eyes and a wave of nausea rolled over him, accompanied by dizziness. He groaned, and the sound came out weak and strained. Mustering all his strength, he rolled over on his back, and that was when every cell in his body became alive with pain.

It was excruciating. And what was more, nothing felt right. Nothing was right inside his body. He was cold, but didn't feel cold. He was humming with strength, but he didn't feel strong.

The memories flooded back all at once. Yes, he thought, and a different wave, one of despair, crashed over him. The transformation. It had finished a few days ago, but he still awoke this way, sore and aching, wrong and right. He supposed he had to credit his brain at least a little, for trying to help him forget what had happened to him.

He lay there for a few more moments, getting reacquainted with his surroundings. He was laying on a carpet, he gathered. He felt out with his leg and bumped into the post of what must have been a table or a bed. Gradually he worked himself up to opening his eyes, and sat up, his body protesting, until he was in a sitting position. His head was swimming. He was in a bedchambers of some sort, he gathered. It looked as if he'd been on the bed and had rolled off in his sleep, probably thrashing around. He'd had night terrors, even as a human (the thought was so strange to him) and now they were even worse.

[Cloaked_Schemer]

((Hey, sorry. I've had to withdrawl from almost all of my RPs due to computer troubles and lack of 'net time. Looks like I'll be stepping out with this one as well; have fun and make it a good one. =3))