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Sara rolled over and hugged the blanket. She distantly hears Zane moving about. When the couch dipped in again she slowly woke. Up. She rubbed her eyes and looked at him before laying her head back down.

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Zane smiles and pets her head "Hey how'd you sleep kid?" He smilles and takes another sip before leaning back. Zane's kitten jumps onto his lap and meows at him, it tries to get a drink out of Zane's cup. Zane pushes the kitten down from his cup "No Marcy, you aren't allowed to drink that." He pets the kitten and smiles as it starts to purr.
 
[ Aha, thank you, Alex. I try. ^u^ ]


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Annelise was startled by the words Luke spoke. Her gaze became shocked as he continued to speak, and she felt a small tug on her arm as Luke froze himself outside of the shop door, and she heard him begin to cry again. She herself was frozen in her place, her gaze staring downward at the ground before she lifted it and turned it back towards the young angel. She could do nothing but gaze at him for a moment or two before she slowly unhooked her arm from his own, walking close to his front. Her head tilted up to look at him, her eyes flashing momentarily with pity, she let her hands rise to take a very gentle hold on his face, tilting it up towards her so that she could see his watery eyes. With all of the honesty and understanding in her tone that she could manage, she spoke to her new helper in complete reassurance.


"My dear, you must understand that I would never do such a thing to you. You are an angel, a living being - you have emotions and a heart and a soul. I know this. You aren't just some piece of property, you're a part of my family now. And I would never do a thing to best or abuse you. Not now, not until the end of time. We are together for as long as our existences may last, and I promise you-" she let one hand move down to hook a pinky with his own, "-that there will be no beatings and no Avis win any way, shape, or form while you are in my care. Do you understand, Luke?" One thumb moved across his cheek to wipe a tear away, her lips now set into a lopsided smile. "Will you trust me?"


She treated him with great care and gentleness, knowing that he was really just a broken spirit who needed the aid of someone else's love and inclusion that he never had the chance to have. She was set on giving this to him as she waited patiently for a response from the young angel.


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[ It's a bit short, but I tried to make it powerful, so there. ]
 
She smiled. "Pretty good. How did you sleep?" She sat up and picked up the kitty. It scratched at her, but she still . Sara look at the kitty and studied its face. "I want to look like a cat.. they are so pretty"

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Zane stretches and stands up. "You look fine." He pets Sara's head. He heads off into his room and takes off his shirt and pants and switches into his flannel pajama pants. He didn't bother putting on a shirt because he didn't usually. He walks out and continues to take a drink. It was about 6pm which was like morning for him. He looks at Sara and smiles as he sits down "How are you?"
 
Alex looked at his new master with tears streaming down his face but the tears that were are now gone and tears of happiness were now all he had. He smiled weakly at this new master of his. "I...... I don't know what to say.... " he smiled again and toppled over to the ground, his body finally giving in from not eating for the past month. His stomach caved in and his body beginning to look deathly slim. As he drifted off into an unconscious sleep he heard her say his name.... Nobody had ever called him by his name. Only dog or slave or something along those lines. But now a new master had appeared and she called him by his name. A smile trickled over his lips as he collapsed from his wrecked body.
 
Her eyes widen at the sight of him half naked. "I'm uh uh" she stumbles over her words. She stopped for a moment to compose herself "I'm good. Thank you for asking" She smiled and then looked around. "So uh," she started out "Why did you choose to get a slave? Are you looking for a friend, or servant, or sex, or a pet?" She asked, blushing as she continued "I mean, not that it matters, but if like to know" she could feel her face heating up. She touched her cheeks and hid her face.

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Zane blushes and rubs his head "J-ju- uh." He rubs his head and looks around, for a way to change the subject. "Anyway. I see you're protective. How so?" He looks at her "Like, are you jealous, or what?" He raises and eyebrow and smiles, he kind of liked it when people were protective.
 
She thought for a moment. "Well, you are my master. I will fight for you with anyone. And if you get another slave, I will surely kill them. Your my master. No one else can have you." She said all in one breath. She took a moment to breathe before smiling as nicely as she could. "The only person I will allow to take you from me is if you choose a bride." She looked down. She didn't like the thought of that. Masters with wives are always crueler than single masters. A tear welled up in her eyes. She had to stop thinking like that or surely she would cry.

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Zane's eyes widen slightly "Hey hey hey, it's okay." he hugs her tightly and moves her hair off her face. He looks down at her and smiles "You okay?" He wipes her eyes softly "It's fine. Calm." He smiles and hugs her close slowly rocking back and forth. He thought it was odd how any human could be so cruel to another human. Humans almost disgusted him more than vampires.
 
Sara cuddled into his arms. He was so warm. She felt so safe in his arms. Sara looked up at him. She was sure all her emotions were present on her face. "Masters in the past... they have beat me..." she inhaled deeply. He smelled so good. She wondered if he tasted good too. Other slaves were always talking about how good their master tasted. They said what makes them taste so good is their baby juice. Whatever that was... She stuck out her tongue and licked his chest.

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The young man very suddenly began to fall over, and in a very spurious action, one of her wings outstretched very quickly to catch him. His weight put much strain on her wing, but she managed to keep him from making contact with the ground, and she quickly bent in her wing to get a grip on him herself. Slipping her arms under his own, she folded her wing back in, huffing momentarily at holding his weight before heaving him up back to his feet, putting an arm around her own shoulders and saying in a quick voice, "Oh my, we're going home now. We need to get you back to health." His ribs were showing through his skin - he was very, very skinny. Too skinny to ever be considered healthy. She knew he would also need some medical attention, and upon having these thoughts, she began a quick, yet careful stride while supporting her new helper to her home.


It took a few minutes to walk, but she eventually made it back to her home. It wasn't much of a home, actually - it looked more like a mansion. Her family had always been a highly esteemed people who were given much respect and gratitude from the surrounding communities, their philanthropic acts gaining them much trust and respect, and they were given many gifts by the surrounding area. Her family had always been a very rich class of people, and when her mother and father passed away, Annelise had been passed all of the fortune and everything that came with it.


She opened the heavy iron gates before letting them shut again, making her way quickly towards her home. Getting a grip on her keys and unlocking the door, she swung it open and let it shut behind her with an automatic click, and she quickly examined the sight around her.


The place was very, very elegant, yet it looked homey at the same time. Dark, polished wooden accents; crystal chandeliers and lamps placed here and there around; furniture created of a soft velvet and lush fabrics. It was a large place with many rooms used for all kinds of things, including several large, more-than-comfortable guest rooms that she would lend to those that needed a place to rest or get back on their feet, a medical room for helping to heal the injured, and all of the essentials - kitchen, dining room, living room, bedroom, and bathrooms scattered near the rooms of the place. It was a gorgeous place, and she always felt so very blessed to be there, even though it hurt to remember her passed parents.


She hurried the young angel from the small lobby at the door to the living room, where she set him down very carefully onto one of the plush chairs set in front of a very wide, elegant, crackling fireplace that emanated warmth. She said quietly and urgently to him, "Stay right here, alright? I'll be back." With those words, she felt herself turn and begin a very quick jog towards the kitchen area, where she had her variety of chefs on their breaks.


"Alright, it's time to get to work!" Her voice was urgent, although not harsh - she was never harsh to her helpers. "I'm going to need a large variety of food on the table as quickly as you can get it. Could you do that for me?" She was speaking to all of the kitchen staff, and they all responded that they would get to work in a respectful tone. "I'll pay you all overtime for this, I apologize for the hastiness!" She called the phrase back to them as she jogged back to the living room, approaching the young man quickly.


Now. Some would start questioning why Annelise would need a servant in the first place with all of these helpers here already. It was partially because she needed someone to help her with her on-the-go tasks. The majority of the people residing in her home were her staff members, who all were there for specific duties - one part was for maintaining the medical room, another for the kitchens, and another for the guards. But there was nobody to help her on her outside tasks, such as shopping and all, and she felt like it would be nice to have someone with her to help her make decisions and such on the way. She also felt the strange need to want to help one of the people trapped in that wretched shop. She knew that slave conditions were absolutely horrible, and she wanted to save another soul from it's clutches.


"Luke." She stood in front of him, reaching out and holding his face. "Luke, we're getting you something to eat as quickly as possible, alright? You just need to hold out for a little bit longer. Okay? Can you hear me, dear?" She felt a huge amount of concern dwelling in her stomach as she tried and hoped for a response.
 
Luke opened his eyes at the sound of his new masters voice. He had dreamed while he was unconscious. He dreamed of her. And them walking through a meadow together. As his eyes opened a weak smile danced across his lips. He reached out hoping it really was her and hugged her weakly, trying to say something but couldn't get the courage up. "Please don't leave me...." He whispered instead as he drifted back away into his crying sleep. He had never been hugged before and his arms stayed around her but only limply. He wanted an embrace like he saw other masters give their children or wives. He had begun to fall for the girl in his dream who had finally come to save him.
 
Blue eyes opened, and she sighed with relief upon seeing the weak grin on his lips. Her muscles loosened, the steamy grey on her back drooping downwards slightly as she let herself relax slightly from her once very tense, worried stance. Although he looked ill from starvation, he seemed like he would pull through until the food was ready. She saw his arms tech out, and she was surprised when she was pulled into...into a hug.


She was silent for a moment, her small form being embraced by this other angel. Her wings flared outward slightly for about half a second before she felt herself relax completely, her wings dropping once more as her muscles loosened up. Her expression also began to melt and soften, her bright, mismatched eyes calming as her own arms rose and wrapped around the young man's neck, pulling him close. She heard him say something with desperation edging his tone, and her own embrace in return tightened as she whispered back to him comfortingly, "...Never. You'll never be left behind under my care."


She was silent as the two were held together by the hug. His own embrace was fairly limp, since he was weakened by his lack of food, but hers was as tight as she could make it without hurting him physically, actually...actually enjoying the hug. She hadn't legitimately had one for such a long while. It felt even better for her now. Minutes began to pass, the only sounds being the clatters and voices emanating from the kitchen as the air began to warm and began to smell of delicious foods and delicacies. She knew that the chefs would be making something delicious - even when they hurried, they always managed to make their banquets very elegantly created and delicious all the same. She would definitely pay them overtime for this - she'd be paying them a lot.


After a few minutes, she heard footsteps coming down the hall, and she reluctantly broke from the embrace as she stood and found one of her chefs coming to bring her news. He said, "Madame, the food has been prepared and is waiting on the table for you." The chef's gaze darted towards the newcomer angel then back up to her, and Annelise smiled kindly as she nodded once and said, "Tell the others thank you so much for me. You'll all be rewarded for your work. Thank you." With those words, the chef smiled and bowed to her before turning and going back into the kitchens.


She heaved the young angel up, putting an arm around her shoulder and guiding him to the dining room, where a long table of dark polished wood was a monstrosity of a banquet. Foods and delicacies of all kinds were placed along the table, and she smiled very brightly as she led him to the table and sat him down on a comfortable chair, saying, "Alright, dear. You need to eat. Take as much of whatever you'd like as you wish - fill yourself up, alright?" She waited next to the young man for a response or reaction, wanting to know he was conscious enough to get something into his mouth and get some food into his system.
 
Luke opens his eyes and upon the site of food begins to eat like mad, stuffing every little bit of food he can into himself. Once he had become full to the point that his stomach was back out to his rib cage he smiled "I'm sorry.... I just woke up and.... I was a little hungry..." He looked down and then to his master who was standing there giggling at him "did I do something amusing?" His sences and his body were finally back to a decent strength but sadly could now feel all the cuts and bruises spanning his whole body begin to throb and bleed slightly "iith.... Cama buistanda" in the language of high gods meant it hurts. "Uhmmm..... May I get clean.." He asked, his body stinging and aching. He remembered the hug they had just shared and simply wanted her to just be nice to him. He was tired of his beatings and his whipping and the pain he endured every last day.
 
Cat's eyes went wide as she looked out of the windows, not realizing this was Hell. "This...is Hell, sir? And I shall eat whatever food you deem worthy for a slave. I am grateful for every morsel." She told him absentmindedly, not seeing any problem with her previous treatments. It was how a slave was trained, to be grateful for everything her Master does for her, even when disciplining her. Thomas Millwood
 
Annelise leaned back when Luke's eyes opened, and they seemed to spark momentarily at the sight of all of the food on the table. She took a step back, allowing him to begin filling himself up - only to blink twice with widened eyes upon finding how he handled it all. He was grabbing every little morsel that he could find, stuffing himself, indulging. But Annelise's reaction would have seemed out of the ordinary by higher class standards. By the way he was acting, any other higher class person would find it disgusting or heathen-like, and would be turned away from the prospect of finding companionship with him. But Annelise - oh no, Annelise was much different. Her pale lips stretched into a smile as she stepped back a few times to give him a bit more space before going still and simply watching. She was very glad that his stomach wasn't rejecting the food - some starved people would have an automatic gag reflex at first taste of food again, and would have to go slowly. But this angel seemed to be doing just fine - they appeared to have nourished him even if just a tiny bit in the retched system known as the slave trade, as well as at the shop he was previously inhabiting.


To be honest, watching him just plow through the food was a bit amusing. At one point, she found herself trying to stifle a stream of giggles that was threatening to start slipping through her pale lips, her eyes bright with a mesh of emotions - satisfaction, glee, entertainment. They all looked quite pretty, sparkling and swirling in her mismatched irises of sea and emerald. Eventually, she just couldn't hold it in any longer, and she felt her head bow as she began to giggle as softly as she could manage without them turning into chuckles or all-out laughs, her steamy grey wings now folded loosely at her sides, her gaze remaining trained on the silly sight before her for a few minutes as the food slowly began to disappear from the table - by the time the young angel was legitimately finished, it seemed that all of the entrees and appetizers placed along the table had been sampled.


The young man seemed to notice her giggling, and she tried very hard to repress it now, turning away slightly, her shoulder a shaking with silent laughter. She shook her head at his honest question with a bright, amused grin, her darkly outlined, defined irises sparkling once more. "No, you're perfectly fine, dear." She took a moment to recompose herself, clearing her throat and letting the amusement fade from her until the emotions left behind were only her normal warmth and friendliness edged with a casual timidness.


Silence ensued for a moment before she heard a light wince come from Luke. Her eyes flared with a sudden concern as her head tilted to the side very slightly, seeing his expression of slight pain hidden beneath his calm demeanor, and she was about to ask if there was something she could do for him before he muttered a phrase in a very ancient language known among the angelic species - "It hurts." He then proceeded to ask in a very timid tone if he could go clean himself up.


She blinked once, remembering that he had had different masters and owners before herself who might not have treated him quite as kindly as herself - and punished him in the form of abuse. The very thought sparked a small moment of anger in her, which quickly subsided and calmed when she remembered that he was in her care now - and there wouldn't be even the tiniest instance of that in her household. Not a chance. She nodded, saying, "Are you able to walk? I'll take you to the medical area where there will be people to take care of any wounds you might have." She smiled softly, taking a step closer to him in case he responded with a no on walking to help him up.
 
Finding this odd, Lucious looks as her with arched eyebrows.


"Worthy? You need not prove your worth. To me, you are inherantly worthy, just for being alive!"


Turning to the door, he glances back before going.


"Remember to keep the collar on! Should you take it off in hell, you could be taken.... and the beings of this plane are much less.... sympathetic than I."


With this, he opens up the door to the main foyer, 3 miles away. Of course, there was no way for her to know how far away it was, but he did not intend for her to follow anyway.


Preparing his wallet, he looked at each dollar with care, planning how to use his money efficiantly, yet caringly.


The first priority is food, then clothes. Then...?
 
Cat watched her new, so very nice Master leave her with a smile on her face and a hand on her collar. She had no intention of taking it off, it made her his and Cat decided she liked being his. More purrs emitted from her throat as she wondered what she should do. He had given her no orders, so Cat took to walking around the warm room she was in. "Who is Dee...?" She wondered aloud before a yawn overtook her. Without a second thought, Cat curled up in front of the chairs and purred herself to sleep, her red fluffy tail resting neatly on her hands.
 
Returning in about 2 hours, Lucious had spent large sums of time simply looking out for her clothes. The food had been easy enough.


In his left hand, he had a plate that he organized himself. He simply ordered the food from a normally sit-down resturaunt. The plate has rice, chicken, and a side of some sort of soup. He didn't know the name of it because he never ate food, but there seems to be egg matter inside.


In his right hand, he has several outfits of several different styles. First, he has a moderately generic set of clothes that he recognized as a popular brand of clothing, though he didn't pay much attention to what was on it (you could describe how you would like to look. :3 ). Second, he has an outfit that is obviously intended to be more of a Cyber-esqe looking outfit. Third, he has an outfit more-so fit for a punk-rock/metal girl, meaning lots of black.


Placing the plate on the table above her, he was almost shocked at how quiet she was, lying on the floor there. Leaning down and picking her up, he holds her in his arms, no doubt waking her up, squeezing her a little.
 
Cat let out a little squeak of a "Meow," as she was picked up. Momentarily forgetting where she was, Cat tensed up and flinched, waiting for her punishment for taking a nap. "I'm sorry!" She said softly, opening one of her eyes to see her Master. Her small, skinny body instantly relaxed and her tail flicked back and forth. "Did I do something wrong, Master?" Cat asked timidly. This Master was so nice, Cat didn't want him to think she was ungrateful.
 
Lucious's eyes open a little wide after hearing this question.


"Anything wrong? No. Not at all." He says, looking at her eyes, being entranced by them. A glazed look comes over him for a brief moment before he shakes his head wildly.


"I-i uh.. i got you food! ... and clothes!" he exclaims, putting her in the chair labled 'Dee'.


The food being right in front of her, he holds up the outfits for ther to look at.


"I didn't know quite what you would like.. but i got these!..... i hope they'll suffice?"
 
Cat's stomach growled at the sight of food but her eyes were glued on the clothes he presented her with. "They're all so pretty...I've never had pretty clothes before...Thank you so much, Master!" She beamed up at him from her chair with happiness. She loved each and every piece of clothing, though if Cat were asked, the ones with bright colors and the cyber looking one was her favorites. Her ear twitched as she giggled, "I like the one with the poufy skirt and rainbow colors the best! I never seen so many colors in one place before." The feeling of her tail touching the chair reminded her of her previous curiosity. "Master...Who is 'Dee'?" Thomas Millwood
 
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