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Post by jack on Dec 22, 2011 15:12:03 GMT -5
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Drop a heart, Break a name Lately, Jack didn't really care about his looks. Mainly because there was no reason to, he wasn't trying to impress anyone and really didn't care what leeches thought of him. Course the ones that he had met in this mansion have told Jareth that he was a disobedient, rude and ungrateful slave who really needed a good lashing. Course Jareth wasn't the type that would ever lay a hand on him, he was always kind and understanding toward him. In all honesty, Jareth was the only vampire that he....somewhat like, the guy was very nice to him and wasn't one of those vampires who thought they were the king of the world because he was immortal or some shit like that.
But, like always, Jack never really listened to what Jareth said, especially about going off on his own. Maybe it was because he wanted to be a rebellion, even to someone as nice as Jareth, but he went off on his own anyway. His stomach was growling like crazy, it actually started to ache alittle with hunger and knew where the kitchen was. He just sigh as he walked down the hallway, heading to the kitchen to cook himself something.
There was no trace of vampires, humans or any other creature in the hallways for some reason, it was night time already and shouldn't the blood sucker be out picking on some defenseless creature by flashing their fangs around. God, just thinking about that annoyed him and he shook his head, getting those images and thoughts from his mind. The kitchen was even empty as he went right to work. Getting out a baking dish, pound of boneless chicken, spices and some Italian dressing. A sigh left him, placing the piece of chicken into the baking sigh and dumped some dressing over the poultry, practically drowning them and preheated the oven.
The feeling of being watch send a chill down his spine and turned his head to the left, seeing nothing and then looked to the right and once more saw nothing. He just tried to shake the feeling off and placed the dish into the oven, turning the oven on now and put the timer on. Then, a sound that was hidden in the shadows made him jump some and he quickly averted his blue eyes to the darkness, wondering who it was that was being creepy. |
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Post by Cassandra Black on Dec 26, 2011 15:18:46 GMT -5
 Cassie never really bothered to make an effort in her life. She had become a servant, and that was it. Bam. No escaping now, she was trapped in the Coven's mansion, working day by night. Cassie rarely slept. When she did, her eyes flickered in the darkness, and opened once in a while. The bags under her eyes clearly showed her lack of sleep nowadays. She was creeping towards the kitchen, un-sure of what time it was. Who really cared? If she was caught, she was dead meat. Literally. Cooked for dinner. Which just made Cassie's stomach rumble even more.
There was someone there. She was sure of it. Cassie took a breath, then let it out when she noticed it was not the Master. She smiled weakly at the worker there, he was either a slave or a servant. Cassie was relieved it wasn't one of the higher classed people. Cassie walked towards some food left out. She wasn't very tall, therefore couldn't reach the cabinets to get the food she wanted. Was this stale bread?... Yechky. She wasn't eating that.
"Excuse me," she began to the person. She wasn't sure why she needed to know the time. It just hit her she wanted to know. She straightened her back, making her taller than her usual slouched self, which she was tugged on for doing. Slouching always made her hurt her back. Eventually. "Do you know what the time is? I don't know..." She shrugged, then turned to knock the stale bread out of her sights.
"I'm Cassie." She did not often tell a stranger her name at first sight, but Cassie was just determined to get this little... trip... over and done with. "I'm a servant."[/size] |
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Post by jack on Dec 26, 2011 19:27:12 GMT -5
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Drop a heart, Break a name The creeper that he thought was stalking the shadows was none other than a female. She didn't have that....air about her that made him think she was a vampire, she looked more like a over worked human. Was she a slave or a servant?
At first, the two didn't say anything and he went back to just preparing his meal when he heard her soft voice and turned his attention to her. He just looked at her with a somewhat puzzled look as if she asked a ridiculous question, but he just have her a soft smile. No.....sorry. He replied.
The girl introduced herself as Cassie and revealed her position as a servant, she was a even higher rank than he was. Nice to met you, I'm Jack.....a slave. He replied, emphasizing abit with distaste at the word slave.
She looked as if she hadn't gotten much sleep and wondered if even the servants here were treated like trash. The oven beep!, and he opened the oven, placing the dish inside and turned it on. He turned his attention back to her with a smile. How long have you been working here? He asked. |
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Post by Cassandra Black on Dec 27, 2011 11:27:06 GMT -5
No.....sorry.
Cassie smiled a bit, then leaned against the counter. She wasn't a social bunny, she was most likely the awkward squirrel. She turned to continue preparing her food, chopping a few vegetables and putting in her sandwich fillings. She scattered chopped tomatoes and cucumbers on her sandwich, then blended in the vegetables to make her vegetable soup. Then she reached for a fresh loaf of bread, and cut a slice to dip in to the soup. She placed her plates on a little table, then turned as he began to speak again.
Nice to met you, I'm Jack.....a slave.
"Nice to meet you, Jack." She ignored the fact he was a slave and she was a servant. They were nearly the same, anyway. Cassie sighed.
How long have you been working here?
Cassie shrugged. "A few months. The days stretch out like Blu-tac here, they get longer and longer. If my mum was still alive, I wouldn't be here...maybe I'd even have a home." She sighed again, then glanced at the window, drawing the curtains. It would soon be a new hour, and Cassie was sure she'd be caught here fixing herself a meal. "Do you think they'll see us?" she asked softly, turning to Jack. 'They' meant the leaders. The vampire's. |
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Post by jack on Dec 27, 2011 17:18:14 GMT -5
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Drop a heart, Break a name Usually Jareth prepared his meal or he had someone do it for Jack, but Jack liked to do things himself, he didn't want to be treated like some spoiled brat. Jack was many things, but he wasn't a brat and didn't even want to be considered one. A few of the other slaves somewhat envied him for having such a kind and loving master, course he just scowled their owners for not treating them as good as they should and tried to be nice to the other slaves.
Don't servants get any breaks? He asked. Maybe he was being naive, but he thought that slaves go just....go home after a hard day of working and don't they even get paid?
He bent down to look into the small window of the oven, the dressing hadn't even started to bubble yet, but it did look like his two chicken breast were cooking alright. He looked up when she asked if 'they' would see them? He knew who 'they' were and just smiled. I wouldn't care if a vampire walked in here...what the hell are they going to do to me, I'm allowed to eat. He said and shrugged, not really caring if he was allowed or not, he disliked vampires with a passion and would surely spit at the one who dared tell him he couldn't eat or be by himself. |
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Post by Cassandra Black on Dec 28, 2011 5:11:23 GMT -5
Don't servants get any breaks?" Only a little." Cassie shrugged. " We aren't far off from the slaves... We just get a little more freedom." She was glad she had freedom at times. " What I really hate is being owned. Like I'm some f****** pet or something." She wasn't exactly 'owned', but she wasn't far from being owned. I wouldn't care if a vampire walked in here...what the hell are they going to do to me, I'm allowed to eat." Yeah, but..." She shivered, thinking of what her master would say if he saw her eating in the kitchen without supervision by a vampire, or asking first. " It's different with different masters. If you're allowed to eat whenever you like, you're lucky you have a nice master. I don't. I'm not allowed to do this every day. It's just nice to rule-break...but only a little." |
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Post by jack on Dec 28, 2011 10:22:55 GMT -5
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Drop a heart, Break a name Only alittle? He wasn't sure what the difference between slave and servant anymore, they kinda sounded the same to him know. He just listened as she cursed about being some....pet to her master. I know the feeling.....course I've always fought with my past masters because I don't like being treated like a piece of property...even though technically it seems that way. He said. His last owner almost had his lip bitten off by him, but that was for different reason than just feeling being owned.
Her master probably didn't want her to be wondering around without permission of be accompanied by another vampire. He wasn't sure if Jareth was like that, he usually went off on his own and the vampire never once raised his voice or threatened to do something to him, it was like he was immune to anything that was considered disobedient. What she said next was something he had heard many times from different slaves and just sigh, he actually felt bad because there were people out there who didn't have the....freedom that he had and just looked at her with his furrowed brows. To be honest with you....I am not sure if I'm even allowed to just go off on my own....I just do, I don't listen to anyone, I always break the rules and if they were to kill me then so be it. He said.
It wasn't like he had much to live for anyway. The only person that would even bring him some rays of sunshine was Andy....but....Andy was missing, he didn't know where his little brother had ended up and if he was even being treated well. |
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Post by Cassandra Black on Dec 28, 2011 12:07:52 GMT -5
I know the feeling.....course I've always fought with my past masters because I don't like being treated like a piece of property...even though technically it seems that way.
Past masters... what had this boy done in his past? It fascinated Cassie a little, but she smiled. "I just don't know why masters are so... Judgemental. Plus, they're eerie, kind of. All vampires are - when I'm around them, I feel pretty insecure." She knew the feeling so much, it was familiar. She had felt air around her which, when she smelt it, was absolutely dreadful. It could almost be blood. Then she sensed there were vampires somewhere, so she stayed well away from those with extremely pale skin. But now she lived in the Coven, she had to be around many vampires, which scared the young girl.
To be honest with you....I am not sure if I'm even allowed to just go off on my own....I just do, I don't listen to anyone, I always break the rules and if they were to kill me then so be it.
"I hate death." She shuddered. "From what I know, which isn't much, my parents might have died when I was young... Of course, that lady didn't know much." She was obviously sounding strange, saying 'that lady' without telling her story first. "To make a long story short, I was kidnapped, hypnotized into forgetting, in case of any rememberance my head was hit and I was given amnesia, I was put in an orphanage then escaped... And I was found, and made a servant." She shivered at the memory. [/size] |
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Post by jack on Dec 28, 2011 19:42:24 GMT -5
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Drop a heart, Break a name Does she call every vampire a master? Were servants suppose to do that or was she that respectful towards all vampires? He never called Jareth or anyone master before, course Jareth never asked him to even call him master or anything like that. Jack was more like some hired friend to Jareth than a slave. He bent down to check his chicken and turned his head upwards from the oven window and asked. Who is your master? He asked.
It was clear to him that she feared vampires and just sigh. Most humans did, didn't they. The only time he would even fear a vampire was if they snuck up behind him in the shadows, but other than that, he just plain out disliked them.
Her story was a sad on, that was for sure. To not be able to remember anything or anyone and then to be a servant to a coven on vampires...that must have been hard. I'm sorry that had happened to you....I was sold by my parents....me and my twin brother and we got separated from each other, I haven't seen him since. He said softly.
He looked up to her with a slightly angered expression. I hate vampires.....I would rather die than show a leech any kind of respect. He whispered softly.
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Post by Cassandra Black on Dec 30, 2011 5:25:34 GMT -5
I'm sorry that had happened to you....I was sold by my parents....me and my twin brother and we got separated from each other, I haven't seen him since." That sounds... terrible." Yes, being separated from someone very important in your life sounded awful. Cassie hadn't remembered her parents, so she felt no pain. She wasn't sure what twins were, but she knew what brothers were, and twins mustn't be far off from that. I hate vampires.....I would rather die than show a leech any kind of respect.She nodded. " Who is your master, then?" It's short, but I didn't know what else to write. |
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Post by jack on Dec 30, 2011 10:09:22 GMT -5
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Drop a heart, Break a name He didn't really say much of anything else on the subject, he just bent down once more to see if his chicken was cooking. It needed maybe ten more minutes and it should be done. He looked up once she asked who his master was and he replied. Jareth.....his a bodyguard to the council members. He replied.
Jareth was....okay, he didn't hate him like he did with the other vampires. The guy was very weird to say the least, but he was very kind and didn't really treat Jack like a piece of ass. His okay, his the nicest vampire I've ever met...but I don't call him master or anything, just Jareth. He said.
He went into the cupboards and found a small pot and filled it with water. There were a box of rice in the pantry and it would be good ith the chicken. He put the pot on the stove, turning it on for medium high and placed two bags of rice in the pot. I'm sorry that you can't remember anything....that must be hard for you. He said softly. |
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Post by Cassandra Black on Dec 30, 2011 10:28:47 GMT -5
Jareth.....his a bodyguard to the council members.Never heard of him, Cassie replied, shrugging a bit. She never really conversed with the council members, even relatives of the council members. She had hardly gotten to know even her fellow workers, except for Jack now and Anna. The vampire she mostly knew was a fledgling, Desdaemona Richardson, but she was a horrid woman and Cassie stayed away from her. Even if she was her new mistress, Cass would stay away. Though the only 'vampire' I know is a fledgling, called Desdaemona Richardson. I wouldn't want her as a mistress."I'm sorry that you can't remember anything....that must be hard for you.No, a lady told me what things are and stuff. She was, at least more intelligent than me. I still wasn't very bright. I'm still dim here. Luckily I knew what vampires were. I was scared of them as a child, and now I still am, even if I live with them. She paused, then began to fork some salad up, then dipped the bread in the soup and took a bite on the good side of her mouth. It was lucky, the bread was very hard. |
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Post by jack on Jan 2, 2012 13:09:27 GMT -5
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Drop a heart, Break a name He said nothing more about Jareth. It didn't surprise if Cassandra or anyone else for that matter had ever heard of the weird vampire. Jareth was a odd ball, he was...different from the other vampires, but that was not what made him weird, it was other things.
He'd never heard of the vampiress she had mentioned, the name itself made the leech sound terrible. He just nodded and opened the oven, checking on his chicken but it wasn't even close to being done yet and just closed the oven and sigh. That was the only downfall to making chicken, it took forever in a day to even bake properly.
He only nodded and looked back up at her. I guess I am alittle afraid of vampires, I more hate them than fear them, but its whatever. He said.
The potential of becoming a hunter was very strong in him. He had seriously thought about training to become a hunter secretly and when he got enough strength, then he would escape. Course escaping from this place would be very hard. In the daytime, he would have to fight the lycans, at night, he would have the fight the vampires. |
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