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Post by lucy on Jan 1, 2013 5:53:37 GMT -5
Lucy sat huddled in the corner her legs were pulled in and her hands wrapped around her legs. The girl was in a mess and felt frightened her heart raced and ached in agony, she was new to the auction house and new to being in captivity, but something just as new as her status from free to slave and that was the grief, her father was dead and she was truly alone.
Lucy lowered her head into her knees; she couldn’t take the pain it felt like someone was stabbing her in the heart over and over. She could feel the tears fall down her cheeks we didn’t do anything we just wanted to live our life in peace...it’s not fair…I hate them….I hate them all[/i] she thought to herself. The teenager stayed quiet as she listens she could hear thump thump thump with each step. Lucy stood up and wiped away the tears she looked around at the cage she was in, the cage was small she felt trapped. She had looked at the food that was left on the floor from the previous day it was untouched and left there. Lucy was hungry, but she would rather perish of starvation than to eat anything the soulless monsters gave her. She turned to face the wall and waited for the guard each time the footsteps grew closer and closer until the guard was finally at her cage “ well well….it’s the new pet, the one who can’t meow…I see they finally gave you a name…Lucy” the guard spoke. Lucy ignored the guard, she knew her real name it didn’t mean these demon fiends would get to know it. She ignored the guard “ awe and the little kitten didn’t eat its meal again…that’s not good…Well it’s not like you need to meow anyway, your species is irrelevant…but still I bet I could make you purr like a kitten” he spoke sounding seedy. Lucy turned to face the guard and kicked the soup against the cage and spilled it on the guard’s boots and pants, she could see a look of anger on his face and she grinned feeling satisfied. The guard’s fangs came out “ you shouldn’t have done that human” he walked to the gate door and unlocked it, after entering her cage he closed the door and locked it and cornered Lucy “ get on your knees and lick my boots clean human” he ordered sounding brutally scary. Lucy shivered and got on her knees she looked up to see the guard with a grin on his face and she smiled back as she punched the guard in the family jewels not once, but twice as hard as she could. The guard slumped forward and Lucy used the chance to uppercut the guard in the face her fist hiding his nose as he stumbled to the cage bars she jumped up and grabbed his hair and used it to slam the guard’s head into the bars repeatedly until he passed out. Lucy bent down and grabbed the keys from his belt and approached the door where she unlocked it and left the cage she locked the cage and left the key in the lock, before she fled she broke the key inside the lock which would leave the vamp guard in the cage for a while and she began her escape running as leaving her cage behind her she hoped that the vampire inside it would die there. Lucy found another door and opened it as she stepped out her eyes widen as she realized she was in the entrance hall of the auctioneer house. She could see the creatures walking on the lower floor some seemed to work at the auction house Lucy looked in horror as one guard realized she was there and yelled out, she looked to the left and saw stairs to the second floor and began to run up the stairs as she moved up the stairs Lucy could see a guard waiting for her as she got closer and closer the guard made an attempt to grab her in a bear hug, luckily Lucy ducked it, she punched the vampire guard in the knee to weaken his footing attempted to use her back to toss the vampire over her shoulder and as she did he wrapped his arms around her stomach and fell down the stairs. Lucy was shielded from the fall as the vampire took the fall down the stairs with his back and as they reached the bottom the vampire quickly climbed on top of Lucy and Sat on her, and cuffed her wrist with hand cuffs. Lucy growl and snarled at the vampire and bit his arm as he continued to hold her down. Another guard arrived and grabbed Lucy’s cuffed wrist and dragged her along the floor by the cuffs making the teenager snarl out as they approached an empty cage the vampire guard opened and tossed Lucy inside the cage she growled furiously at the guards and looked at them with hatred she wanted nothing more than to kill them Lucy crawled to the wall and positioned herself to lean against it she looked down her hair was a mess and it covered her face as she looked at the hand cuffs on her wrist the cuffs were tight and uncomfortable she snarled out with rage.[/size] Ooc red and italics is lucy's thoughts Green text is vamp guard Outfit & Hair style: here
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Post by Anthony William Scott on Jan 1, 2013 15:13:53 GMT -5
It wasn't every day that Anthony spent sitting in the infirmary, sitting with a hunter bleeding from a shot to the leg. Luckily, the shot had missed the hunter's femoral artery and buried itself deep in the muscle. Sure, the man would walk with a limp for a while. Unable to move further than his bed, the hunter had asked to see Anthony, probably explain that it wasn't his fault that he'd been shot. Of course, it was normally something to do with not paying enough damn attention to the surroundings. He knew this well enough from experience. Sometimes, the scar where he'd been shot in World War Two still pained him, his diaphragm clenching over its scar tissue while he held his hand over the puckered white scar tissue on his ribs. True, it was receding with time and soon enough even the scar would fade, eliminated by years of vampire healing and metabolism.
He listened to the man regale him with the story of a hunt gone wrong, a target killed and a hunter shot. Somehow, there was a child mixed up in all of this mess. Apparently, she'd been the one doing the shooting. Anthony pursed his lips at that information, wondering how much of his training this hunter had forgotten. Anthony was sure that he'd told his lieutenants to teach the newbies how to avoid a wild shot by an equally wild person. It essentially boiled down to stay away from where the barrel is pointing. He zoned in again, listening as the young hunter told him that he and his partner had taken the child to the auction house, given that she was wild and wouldn't say a word. Anthony nearly hung his head in his hands and cursed out the kid. Even if she was wild, she might know something. Was all of the protocol he had written for nothing? All of the guidelines of "keep humans in our possession as long as possible" forgotten? He was going to have to have a word with the instructors and randomly appear in training sessions a little more often, just to have everyone on his toes. He couldn't have things like this happening, possibly valuable information slipping out of his fingers just because a shell-shocked child wouldn't speak to his trackers.
Mildly embittered, he clapped the tracker on his injured leg and wished him a speedy recovery before leaving the infirmary for the auction house. Even though he couldn't get her out by pulling the, "I'm the Tracker and she's a human," card, he could surely find someone who was willing to take his money to get her out of the cages early, given that he was, after all, the Tracker and that did carry some weight, even if he couldn't get around the damn capitalists that ran the auction house. There were more than enough auctioneers that owed him favors for bringing in humans in mostly healthy condition after trying to get information out of them. The Trackers had a relationship with the auction house. They brought them the people that turned out to be of no use to be sold as pets and the Trackers, in return, got preferential pick and sometimes a pre-auction set price on pets that were bound to go to new homes. It was a symbiosis and one that he was happy to let continue as long as his junior trackers didn't screw up anymore.
He arrived at the auction house just as a pet escaped her cage, running through the building and causing trouble for all of the guards, she was a feisty little thing if nothing else. Probably the kind that had something to go back to, someone that she wanted to see on the outside of the walls of the city. He laughed a bit and went to find the head auctioneer.
Upon finding the man, Anthony explained the situation and was led to a cage where the flighty little bird from earlier was standing in a corner, daring anyone to come at her. It made sense, this girl looked wild enough to grab a gun and shoot willy-nilly at one of his trackers. He was informed by the guards that she was a handful and the auctioneer, standing beside him, offered a price that was half of what Anthony would have had to pay for a well-behaved specimen of the same age. He quickly accepted and looked at the girl in the cage. Perhaps she really did know nothing about what was going on.
"So Little Bird, they've clipped your wings and caged you, what are you going to do now?" he asked, looking at the receipt that was handed to him. Birth name: unknown, called: Lucy. This was going to be interesting, he realized, getting this girl to be a relatively civilized human being. Not that he was saying much, he knew what it was like to be required to be one thing when every bone wanted to be something else. He was, after all, a predator civilized for the purpose of hunting down those who would bring down the kingdom.
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note: and there we go =]
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Post by lucy on Jan 1, 2013 20:10:36 GMT -5
Lucy was leaning against the wall for a moment, she just needed a moment to rest after being dragged to the cage. She closed her eyes I was so close...next time instead of trying to avoid the group of vampire guards at the exit ill charge through them, it was trying to avoid them that got me…I tried to go around them which got me caught[/i] she thought to herself. The teenager forced herself to stand and she started to pace.
She hated the cages and growled lowly, as she paced the space is so small…I can’t stand it, it’s insane and these stupid hand cuffs…their really cutting into my skin…it hurts…one day ill throw all vampires into cages, and ill make them suffer give them a taste of their own medicine.[/i] she thought to herself she tried to shuffle the handcuffs a little her wrist was killing her as she looked at it and saw her pink her wrist was she growled a little keeping her voice the teenage pet continued to pace for a little, walking the same steps over and over was enough to drive her insane.
She counted her own steps not that there was much else she could do I should have killed that stupid tracker, but I wanted to make him suffer before I killed…I didn’t expect them to be so fast…if I had known I would have killed him[/i] Lucy had thought to herself, she stopped moving completely when she heard something in the distance…it sounded like footsteps…two sets of feet were on the way to her, Lucy ran to the corner of the cage and stood there she had a new idea how to get out of the cage. She looked at the auctioneer and someone she assumed to be a potential buyer and watched them one of her eyes was visible as she watched them at the corner she looked at them daringly.
She listened as the auctioneer offered her at a price, the buyer had taunted her and she snarled viciously. She looked at the scars on his hand and then to his head she hated the soulless creature. He had made the mistake to look away at the receipt and she rushed to the bars of the cage and tried to reach for the buyer’s neck she but she couldn’t reach him due to the hand cuffs that were cutting into her wrist because it was pulling up her arm as she tried to reach out and strangle the buyer. Lucy snarled out furious her left eye visable while the rest of her face was covered in hair she glared at the soulless creature with hatred and looked at his eyes noticing how they were blue when she couldn’t reach him she spat at him and pulled her hands back in as she began to pace in the cage feeling furious.[/size]
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Post by Anthony William Scott on Jan 1, 2013 21:56:43 GMT -5
The girl in the cage rushed the bars, rattling her chains and growling at him. Anthony looked at her as she stalked off to the corner and paced, one brown eye trained on him as she did so. She was less human, more animal, like a dog that had been beaten too much and left at the end of the chain. Perhaps he had take on too much, but as the thin receipt in his hand signified, this wild thing was now in his care, his to feed and care for and generally protect. At least, he realized, she was going to be dealing with him and not some of the other vampires who would use more force to get what they wanted. Food and shelter, that was what every wild thing needed and what generally enabled them to be tamed or at least have most of the wild worked out of them. Food, shelter, and a little bit of kindness.
He dodged a spit wad sent his way so that rather than bearing the full brunt of the gobbet, he only got hit with a little bit. "Now, now, Little Bird, that is no way to behave. Next time, just insult me," he said with a sigh. She might very well be the death of his patience if she kept acting like this and like she had earlier. He was going to have to make some modifications to the pet's chambers attached to his quarters. Something with a deadbolt on the outside and bars on the windows so she couldn't get out through the window or possibly kill him in his sleep. He'd been hoping to get someone a little more tame when he came, but a girl who shoots a full blown tracker, well, that was just something that you didn't see every day.
"Hey, you," he said, motioning at one of the guards to come over, "I'm going to need a set of full shackles, wrists, ankles, waist, the whole deal, I don't want her trying to kick my feet out from under me when we leave." Nodding, the guard ran off to get what he needed. Anthony looked back at the rather angry girl in the cage, eyes narrowed. "Understand this, Lucy, if that is your name, you are in my care now and although I may be a relatively gentle master, cross me and you will be punished. Do what you are told and we can get along relatively well. Am I clear?" Despite all hopes that she might speak, the most he could probably expect from her was another spit wad and more growling. This was going to be a long, long process.
Little Bird, Lucy, she had to have a name. As much as she looked like she was raised by wolves, he knew that she had been raised by a father who---rather disappointingly---had been killed by the inept pair of trackers Anthony had sent out to find him. Thus, it only made sense that she had a name and if nothing else knew how to speak. Reading and writing may be beyond her grasp, but speaking was likely in her range of capabilities. This growling was going to have to stop, and soon. Maybe she could sleep in the kennels in the beginning. But that would be cruel, more to her than to the hounds, but it was an option if she ever got completely out of hand. It was possibly the most secure location that he had in his quarters. One door, steel bars, integrated hinges so they couldn't be levered out, it was built for something bigger and stronger than the bloodhounds that called it home. It would do quite nicely if she did have to be caged rather than kept in her own small room.
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note: well, I hadn't seen him mentally threatening a cage, but there he goes...
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Post by lucy on Jan 1, 2013 23:19:36 GMT -5
Lucy paced the cage her temper was unleashed and she was furious this monster she was so mad that all she was seeing was red, her skin was shivering with rage, before the death of her father she had never felt anything in that sense. The emotion and the raw hatred were potent and powerful, she felt stronger holding onto the hatred. She continued to pace I have to get out of here…get away from the vampires…as soon as that door’s open I am going to take them out…and ill run home…ill go to the cabins and I will be safe...they won’t expect me to go home and I will never be in a cage ever again.[/i] she thought to herself as she continued to pace.
Lucy avoided looking at the buyer, she could hear him speak again telling her that her actions were no way to behave that she should just insult him yeah right as if I will ever speak to that rat bastard….that thing that demon….that monster I will kill him when he sleeps, I will stab him over and over in the heart….this time I wont get carried away ill go for the kill...why the hell is he calling me a bird…im not a bird[/i] she thought to herself. Lucy paced as she continued her plans, she could not wait for that door to open she was going to burst out and snap that guard’s neck. she had so much rage and hatred to inflict on the vampires and he knew that one vampire wouldn’t be enough she would inflict her pain and hatred on all of them no amount of shelter from these demons would ever make her forget they enslaved her and murdered her father right in front of her eyes.
Lucy listened as the buyer spoke again, she chose not to even acknowledge it as she continued to pace, and listened as the buyer wanted a full set of shackles from the wrist to the ankles, the buyer’s attention seemed to return to her and told her he was somewhat of a gentle master, but even so should she cross him she would be punished. Lucy snarled and had no intention of obeying him in fact she rushed to bars and tried to reach out for his neck again to strangle him, but she still couldn’t reach him. The human tried to shake the bars in frustration and ended up kicking it. Her temper had gotten to the point where it made her pant and breath heavily her blood was boiling with pure rage.
Lucy’s back tingled like little pins were piercing her back she was beyond furious. Lucy watched as the guard returned with the shackles for her ankles she had taken a step back and stayed still and quiet, her eye that was visible was fixated on the guard that entered the cage holding the ankle shackles, it looked like Lucy wouldn’t put up any resistance to the shackles being put on as the guard began to crouch in front of her Lucy spun and performed a spin kick the sole of her foot kicking the guard in the face and knocking him against the bars. Before she knew it the second guard had rushed through the open door and was already behind her with his arms around her holding her in a bear hug and lifting her off the floor. Lucy had growled and snarled and at the guard that had her restrained.
The guard that she had kicked looked annoyed and approached her from in front with the shackles as he did, Lucy used both her legs to kick him into the shoulder and used the kick to act as a spring so not only would it kick the first guard into the cage, but it the momentum of kicking the first guard would make the second guard stumble back and hitting the wall his grip on Lucy loosened and she headed for the open door of the cage only to trip as one of the guards grabbed her ankle. The young teenager fell to the ground face first and before she could even move one of the guards was already shackling her ankles as she hissed, after her ankles were shackled she was turned on her back as the guard connected the shackles from her ankles to her wrist and was lifted to stand. Reluctantly she walked out with one of the guards behind her and as she came face to face with the buyer and the guards on each side of her she tried to stomp on one of the guards toes only to slump over from her the shackles pulling her down. Lucy growled in annoyance. And felt vulnerable. She looked up briefly at Anthony with complete hatred and bared her teeth to warn him, he was completely and utterly fucked.[/size]
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Post by Anthony William Scott on Jan 2, 2013 0:14:27 GMT -5
This was not going to go well, she really was like a dog that had been beaten too much. She was suspicious, angry, and just a little bit vicious he realized as she attacked the bars again, trying to grab for his throat. Anthony wasn't even sure that he could domesticate her, let alone make her presentable. There was little that could be done in cases like this. But, despite his suspicion that she was mentally deranged, he'd seen plenty of people bring back wild and dangerous dogs to a sane, loving disposition, thus it was surely possible with a human. However, he still wasn't sure that he'd leave her alone with his dogs, he worried she'd do something to them to get back at him and that, well, that he wouldn't stand for. There were only so many behaviors he could stomach and cruelty to animals, well, that wasn't one.
He watched with interest as she tried (rather valiantly) to break free of the two young azures that were wrestling her into the shackles. Although he felt a bit guilty for getting her into them, it was the only way that he could get her home without something going terribly, terribly wrong. The ankle shackles gave her just enough room to walk, but not run (actually, watching people try to run in shackles was amusing, he'd had a few people do it from time to time. What was more interesting than her rage, however, was the fact that she looked like she knew what she was doing when she attacked them. She might not be able to over power them, but she could throw what little body weight she had like a stone, incapacitating them that way. He was going to have to look out for that one. Strength to strength, she was by far no match for him, but if she insisted on being sneaky like that, well, so would he. He'd have to go brush up on marital arts to be able to handle her attacks.
With her restrained, the guard handed him the key to the bolts on the shackle. Anthony slipped it into his inside pocket as the second guard secured the chain loop around her waist that held the chain connecting feet to ankles tight. Now, she wouldn't be able to raise her arms without pressure being exerted at her legs. It was an elegant restraint system, one that worked on the simple principle of balanced forces, using one force exerted by the restrained to disadvantage them in another way. Simple and effective, like the best solutions.
"Did she have anything with her, a bauble, a toy, anything you had to fight her for? If so, I need it" asked Anthony as the second guard clipped a locking leash onto the shackles. The first guard ran off to get what ever it was. By the time he returned, Anthony was holding the leash that held what he thought was his imminent doom on the end. Oh, his children would have a field day with this, telling him that he was going soft in his old age.
The guard handed Anthony a worn copy of Alice in Wonderland and he smiled. So she could read, that meant it was likely she could talk and talking, well, wasn't that part of the end goal here?
"Come Little Bird, we're walking home now,", he said stepping towards the exit and giving the leash a light pull, just enough to jerk her forward a little bit, but not enough to pull her over. If she was going to insist on acting like a wild dog, well, it was all he could do to treat her like one until she realized that she was human after all.
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Post by lucy on Jan 2, 2013 1:11:19 GMT -5
Lucy never imagined herself to be in a predicament like this she had watched the buyer with loathing He is so dead[/i] she thought to herself as she continued to glare at the vampire, if looks could kill then the buyer would have been dead long ago. She clenched her hand to make a fist she knew she couldn’t do anything in this condition which was only adding fuel to her never ending fire.
Lucy tried to pull free and break the chain she gritted her teeth as she tugged at it, but couldn’t break it she watched as one of the guard secured the chain loop around her waist and as he did she tried to elbow him in the face hopeful to break his nose, but was sad to see that she couldn’t her movements were too restricted she growled in frustration not being able to hurt the vampire gave her yet another reason to be agitated as she glared back at the one who purchased him she contemplated on trying to tackle him and bash his skull against the pavement until he was dead, but then she could barely move walk in this thing.
Lucy watched as the buyer placed something in his pocket and took notice of it so the key is in that pocket…sooner or later he is going to let his guard down when he does I am going to make him suffer…either way he can’t keep me locked in this thing indefinitely and once he tries to unlock it...that’s when I make my move.[/i] she thought to herself. She listened to the buyer ask if she had anything of hers brought with her, which had surprised her she didn’t expect for the guard to run off. The young human’s attention returned to the second guard as he clipped the leash onto the shackles she glared at the guard with hatred. Lucy hadn’t expected the other guard to return so quickly when she looked at what he was holding her visible eye widen, she would recognize that book anywhere it was her copy of Alice in wonderland.
Lucy began to stir and tried to move to that guard and get the book back but was too slow as the guard handed the book to the buyer. Lucy looked at that jerk’s stupid smile and snarled. She knew that demonic creature wouldn’t understand the significance of that book, it was a gift from her father, he used to read that book to her every night as a child until she learned to read, even now as a teenager she would still read it, and sometimes when she was sick her father would read that book to her while she was in bed. The thought that the fiend had something so precious to her in his possession made her sick to her stomach.
Lucy could hear his voice as he told her that they were walking to some place he called home, to her it meant just another cage. Lucy snarled and as he tugged the leash she stumbled forward a few steps and resisted all she can. She tried to pull the leash back putting up a fight growling at him she spat at his feet. And let out a loud frustrated sigh. She walked quietly in the shackles and contraption feeling humiliated being in such a thing. She hated the way the creatures around her looked at her and looked down as she followed. Lucy had stopped her resistance as she walked and instead focused on the hand that contained her book that became her focus. Lucy growled lowly in annoyance being made to walk like this, as Lucy walked she imagined causing her new owner harm in various ways, her favorite was breaking his arms and legs and then a good hanging using the very chains on her to choke him to death.
The teenager looked around at the gawkers, and glared she may not look it, but she had her pride. Returning her gaze to the book Lucy tried to reach out and grab it only to stumble and she let out an annoyed growl, this was not the young human’s day.[/size]
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Post by Anthony William Scott on Jan 2, 2013 16:40:40 GMT -5
Her reaction to the book was strong, something he had bot expected. This might be just what he needed to get her talking, but until then, he would hold onto it, keep it in case she ran. Between that and three hunting dogs, he was sure to be able to find her wherever she went. There was a reason that he was the Tracker and it wasn't because of his rugged looks. His affinity allowed him to find people as long as he had something of theirs and his dogs, well, they could follow a two day old trail until they found their target. It was a mighty fine system. Despite this, he still missed the old days, hunting down humans and animals for the pay, not the position. Back then, he just had to bring them in and hand them over, then he could leave and go about his merry way with cash in hand. He didn't have responsibilities then other than to his family. It had been a simpler time.
The walk through the auction house was as depressing as the girl chained up behind him. Right and left, humans were being caged or dragged to the block where they were sold to the highest bidder into unpredictable lives. Admittedly, they would most likely be treated well, humans were in short supply and getting one was a hassle on its own. Normally, there were more hoops to jump through to get one (unless, of course, you caught your own) than just walking up to the cage and saying, "I want this one." He'd been considering getting one that was, ah, more placid than the girl walking behind him in chains. His plan, if it could be called a plan, had been to get one that would be more of a companion and less of a hassle, someone to keep around for when the loneliness struck him and he needed someone to keep away the troubles for a night. This girl, even if she were tamable, wouldn't be that person.
Chained, she was more placid and less aggressive, possibly because of the constraints, actually, that was the most likely reason for her sudden compliance. There wasn't really anything she could do, chained like that. He hadn't had the experience personally, but he'd hog-tied enough animals and people to know that once motion was inhibited and there was no chance of getting out of the constraints, there was an immediate calm that came over them. Of course, that didn't mean there was no plotting, just a limited amount of physical action, a mode of conserving energy for when the bonds did come off.
He felt a catch in the leash as she stumbled forward, trying to grab the book out of his hands. "No, you don't get your book, it's my insurance, makes sure I don't lose you. When we get home you may have any book you want except this one. Hell, I'll even get you a new copy if you act nice," he said, tucking the book into yet another inside pocket of his coat. That seemed like the safest place to keep these things, out of her reach and near his body.
Walking the through the square, the citadel loomed high above the rest of the city, a gleaming monument to the Monarch's self interest. At the moment, he was the only person that could amass the kind of manpower and engineering forces needed to erect a building like that. It hearkened to every era that the man had lived through with a savage edge about it. This was a symbol of the new order, the rule of the vampires.
He turned up the road to where he lived, giving a light tug to make sure that she was still there and hadn't managed to slip the shackles or pick them, or something. He was going to have to work out someway to keep her from hurting herself, or worse, hurting him. For now, it was going to have to be the dog cage, which meant that his bed was going to smell like bloodhound until he had figured out something else for her to sleep in. And he was going to have to get a cot for her, something welded so that she couldn't make a shiv out of anything in there. And a new lock, he wasn't sure how clever she actually she was.
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Post by lucy on Jan 2, 2013 19:01:36 GMT -5
Lucy was a little quiet with an occasional low toned growl, she knew if she could just get free of the shackles and get the book and ran she would be able to flee for good. Lucy was excellent in covering her tracks, her father taught her many things and one of those things were how to cover her tracks and detour those searching for it. she may not look it but she could hunt for her food. Lucy had looked around on an occasion as she walked she had never seen cabins so big before and the general scenery was so much more hectic and noisier, something she did not like the hectic sound had stung her ears and she growled.
Lucy had heard the words from the man that bought her telling her that she couldn’t have her book as it was an insurance to make sure that he wouldn’t loose her. Lucy bared her teeth and she swore she was seeing red that book as all that she had left of her father, that book was something he once read to her, touched it was proof that he existed and she was barred from having it. She thought that this monster was deliberately taunting her it wasn’t enough that his species murdered her father and took away everything she had ever known, but now he would get to have something that was precious to her. she tightened her fist until her fingernails cut into her fist. The pain she felt from her nails and the handcuffs cutting into her skin was nothing compared to the rage inside her as her blood boiled.
She glared as the demon put the book inside the pocket of his coat where she reached for it only to miss she snarled out, it really angered her how he treated the book so poorly. As they turned up the road she was tugged and stumbled letting out a snarl she didn’t care how much pressure it would put on her or how much it would hurt but she tugged back at the chains viciously snarling, this little human’s fuse was well past blown. She kicked up a fuss and tried to reach for the book again only to stumble and slump over she was panting heavily her heart pounding against her chest she wanted that book back more than anything possible for the moment. She looked up at the buyer she wanted to make him suffer in agony so much and nothing would ever change it. Lucy straightened up, she glanced around to look at the environment she couldn’t see anything to help her which meant she had few options. Lucy tugged at the chains she thought that if she could get the leash out of the buyer’s hand then she could turn the leash into a weapon and bash the buyer’s skull open she already knew which pocket the key was on so all she needed to do is incapacitate the guy and then grab the key unchain herself grab the book and escape.
Lucy tugged at the shackles again and stopped she panted softly, she couldn’t take the stinging sensation it was a few moments later that she became quiet and looked at the ground feeling really disappointed. She hated everything about this situation, being restrained, being powerless and being in some place unfamiliar that was louder, she shivered a little feeling fear creep its way in, she kept looking at the ground and wondered where they were going. As she walked she couldn’t stop herself from shivering what’s going to happen to me…I won’t let him bite me, I don’t care if he is stronger ill hurt him…ill kill him[/i] she thought to herself as she remained quiet, she had done her best to stop herself from shivering.
Lucy tried to rub her wrist a little any way possible, the chains were really tight and she bit her bottom lip for a momentmy wrist it hurts…that’s not important I need to get my book…I refuse to allow that thing to keep it[/i] she thought to herself determined to get her book back.[/size]
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Post by Anthony William Scott on Jan 4, 2013 19:09:06 GMT -5
Ever feel like there was some force in the world acting against everything that you were trying to do? Well, that’s about where Anthony was at the moment. He’d been having a relatively good day, getting the dogs ready for a hunt in the woods, until a castle pet had come to his door to tell him that one of his trackers had been shot and that the person that he’d sent the team after was dead. The youth of his ranks were starting to eat away at his patience, slowly but surely they were going to turn him into a grumpier old ass than he was. There were going to be serious changes in the ranks. They would be sternly reminded that a dead human was a useless human, they weren’t even good as blood bags, let alone as an informant or source of information. Next goal: find a vampire with an affinity to speaking to the dead, it would surely make his life a lot easier, not to mention cut down on all the screaming he had to deal with on a daily basis. True, there were good reasons to keep the ones that he caught alive (His Majesty and his crimsons were one damn good reason with all of that barely contained bloodlust).
The walk home, well, it was the kind of thing that he hoped would overwhelm the brat at the end of the chain into at least some form of compliance. There were few enough things that could put a human out comission, but show a savage civilization, especially as large and boisterous as this one, and there were two possible reactions: absolute and overbearing terror, or complete and utter curiosity. He was hoping for the first reaction and praying that the sheer mass of people and buildings and pets would keep her locked in out of sheer terror. There was nothing that he could do otherwise to provide a good reason for her not to leave. True, the book was apparently a good thing to get her mad with, but would keeping it from her really prevent her trying to run? Probably not.
One of the few things that he could hope for (if one could call this particular wishing hope) was that she would go fledgling and he could unload her onto the Academy. He had raised three fledglings in his time and as much as he loved his children, he was not raising another one unless---as with the other three---it was the result of having too much fun with another vampire. Else, he was handing off any little lost angels to the Academy. Sure, the Boss could keep adoptees, but had he really been around for the emotional bloodsucker phase with his first two children? Not so much, Anthony had been there for a large part of it with his sons and had seen first hand how crazed fledglings could get with his daughter. There was no way on this green earth that he was going to go through that again. Besides, a fledgling wasn’t a pet and therefore wasn’t economically feasible to keep around. However, that perverse hope was likely extinguished, since it appeared she was in her teens and no such change had come over her, as evidenced by her being shackled behind him.
As they headed up the road, Anthony could feel the pull at the leash of her trying to get it from him. Silly human, even if he wasn’t trying to hold on, she wouldn’t be able to get it from him. However, the constant pulling and trying to run was starting to wear his nerves thin, making him wish that he could just go out into the woods and never leave. Wouldn’t that be nice? But instead of having his hunting day, he was here, leading a human on a leash.
“Little Bird, you are not going to get away that easily. Beaten, battered, and in significantly worse shape than you are now, I could still hold this leash and keep you from leaving. If you want to try your luck with the holding cells in the citadel, I’d be more than happy to take you there, but then you’d be branded as a troublemaker for life, and that is never a good thing in the life of a pet,” he said, walking through the gates to Exhaltia. This was the closest that anyone got to home in the city, a cold neighborhood that housed everyone from the poor to the wealthy and everything in between. His building was just ahead, another one in a long list of modern gothic buildings in the city. Seeing his approach, the doorman rushed to call the elevator and hold the door, something about propriety and all of that. As he led the wild child through the doors, the elevator dinged open.
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note: ta-dah!
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Post by lucy on Jan 4, 2013 20:23:06 GMT -5
Lucy’s heart beat thumped in her chest, she listened to the surroundings remaining quiet, with each passing second the shackles on her wrist hurt more and more she had looked down at them and she could see the shackles had left red marks in the skin, she bit her bottom lip she wouldn’t allow herself to be weak in front of the fiend, she wouldn’t allow him to humiliate her further by mocking her for being weak as he did by taunting her by holding something she treasured over her. Lucy wished with all her heart that she could go back in time and tell her past self that she was wrong about vampyres that they were murderers and monsters that her father was right.
She had thought about her father, It’s my fault he is dead, he died trying to protect me from these fiends…they killed him, they took away the only family that I had ever known…the only world and brought me here into this dank and cold place devoid of nature…of life…where the ground is heard and cold as these demon’s hearts…I miss you dad…will the pain stop…will it ever go away, it feels like someone just cut my heart out of my chest and it stings so bad she thought to herself, her eyes stung and got watery and she was grateful that her hair was at least partially covering her eyes unfortunately one was still exposed She felt a tear drop down her face, she swallowed the air and made her fist even tighter. And pulled her wrist further away, she knew it would cut into her skin more and cause even more pain, but she was hopeful that the physical pain would drown out the mental.
Lucy looked as she heard him speak, again he had called her little bird for some reason, she had no idea why he did it, but as he spoke she tilted her head to the side what is the Citadel[/i] she thought to herself curiously She gave a quiet huff as they walked through some sort of bars and she looked around and saw a lot of strangely shaped cabins she thought they were weird and impractical I don’t get it theses cabins their so close together…literally on top of each other, how do these monsters live like this…I guess soulless fiends don’t care about having room…as long as they are killing and feeding on others[/i] she thought to herself. She looked ahead and saw someone scurry off as fast as they could. He held the door open and and she felt a tug as she was lead through the doors and lead to the wall of the giant cabin, for some bizarre reason there was a line down the wall and a button beside it as it dinged open she jumped startled to see a small box like room.
Lucy’s eyes widen as she was led inside it, she tried to resist it this cage is so small...it’s smaller than the other cage…no no no I can’t I can’t[/i] she hadn’t even entered the elevator yet and she began to feel trapped the very thought of a small cage like that terrified her. Having no choice she was put in the cage and she looked around her as she shivered her eyes widen in horror as the walls closed in and she began to panic she tried to shove the walls to open with her shoulder, but they wouldn't budge the walls were cold like the cage bars and just as hard. She began to breathe erratically as her heart pounded in her chest she was frightened there is no room to move…can’t breath[/i] she looked in at the walls feeling her panic grow as floor from under her shift she let out a frightened gasp as she struggled for balance and ran to the corner crouching down into the corner as much as possible she shivered as she hyperventilated her heart thumping against her chest as much as she tried she couldn't control her panic or fear she couldn't even get to the point of trying tell herself to get a grip, what sort of hellish cage was she and the buyer in, as she continued to shiver, and feel unease by the moving of the cage she managed to look around she had noticed buttons on the inside of the cage, and then she looked at the cruel and vicious fiend she hadn't expected him to be this cruel, but then again that's all his kind were capable of.
Lucy couldn't bare it to be in such a small place, and trapped she closed her eyes tight and hoped that this was all just one horrible nightmare that everything that had happened was only delusion brought on from a fever and that really she was in her bed and her father watching over her, she opened her eyes and looked around to see she was still in the moving cage with the fiend, her eyes narrowed and she didn't know what to do her breathing remained erratic as she was filled with terror, if she was able to string together thoughts she would have been asking why her.[/size]
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Post by Anthony William Scott on Jan 7, 2013 22:17:56 GMT -5
This was not his area of expertise. Humans, outside his family, were just another thing to be hunted. In that, he mirrored his son. However, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat sympathetic since once, a long time ago, he had been human as well. He knew all too well the feeling of being rejected for what he was. But then again, humans weren’t rejected, they were just viewed in a different light. They were a commodity. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit of empathy, or perhaps sympathy, with them. Perhaps that was where his daughter got the urge to work with pets, he would never know.
As the elevator doors closed, he noticed how the girl reacted. Somehow, the entirety of civilization had passed her by, leaving a scared, violent girl at the literal end of her rope, cowering in the corner as the elevator worked its way skywary. Twenty floors passed by, then more, working their way to the penthouse. He mused that if she had never seen an elevator, then perhaps the sheer height of the building would scare her into not escaping. That, or suicide. At which point he wouldn’t have to deal with her anymore and he could just let the powers that be know that she took a swandive out the windows after breaking through one of the windows. But that was a cruel thought and he bit it back, instead focusing on the fact that just about everything that related to modern technology was foreign to her.
“So, were you raised by wolves?” he asked, trying to get some response out of the girl now cowering the in corner of his elevator. It probably wouldn’t work, but it was worth a shot. If she talked, it would be evidence that he was human. Elizabeth, of course, would probably scold him for not considering the girl really a human, but if it growls like a dog, attacks like a dog, and cowers like a dog, is it really a human? Or just a human shaped wild animal? His experience of humans was that they were just another animal, but like vampires, they refused to acknowledge that fact. Both races insisted on thinking that they deserved dominance and that they were the true benefactors of evolution. Eventually, however, something bigger and better would come along. The humans were learning this slowly and vampires, well, they were their own worst enemy but they were the top of the food chain.
The doors binged, signalling their opening onto the top floor of the building. More than thirty stories above ground, three dogs barked welcome to their master and slammed against the rails of their cage, tails wagging and bodies moving with the tail’s momentum, there were even a few gobbets of excited slobber flying around as they barked and howled to be let out of the cage.
“Welcome home, Little Bird.”
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note: ta-dah!
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Post by lucy on Jan 7, 2013 23:08:24 GMT -5
Lucy’s heart continued to thump, she had never been so frightened in her life she thought the small moving room would be the cage this fiend would keep her in. the fact that it was so small with nothing to see except the walls that were closing in on her it, somehow by some impossible feat the cage was being pulled in an upward motion. She couldn’t understand it, her terror had made her oblivious to how calm her new master was. She had kept her eyes closed and shivered violently.
Lucy’s face felt wet and she bit her bottom, she had faintly heard the voice of her master through all hysteria of her fear, asking her if she was raised by wolves. Was he mocking her with irony, stating that she was acting cowardly instead of fierce and vicious like a wolf? She didn’t respond in the way that her new master would probably hope instead of speaking she whimpered. Lucy had noticed the moment the cage stopped moving she opened her eyes and looked around still shivering violently as the cage made a sound and the walls started to open Lucy scampered out without hesitation she actually bolted pulling on the chains dragging her master out she didn’t care how much it would hurt, she just had to get out of that tiny cage.
The moment Lucy had left the cage she looked around confused, the room was completely different, there was no entrances to the over grown cabin and that weird person that opened the doors were gone she looked around at the new scenery wondering what the hell had happened, she jumped up on the spot startled by the barking sounds she noticed to see three creatures what she assumed to be a rare bread of mutated wolves in their cages, they seemed to be really excited as their tails wagged. Lucy had looked at the creatures as they barked and taken a step back trying to get behind her new master to use him as a human shield if needed, she honestly wouldn’t mind if the wolves broke out and ripped his face off.
She had peeked out from behind the fiend and watched the creatures, they seemed to be a little adorable, huggable in fact, it reminded her of the time where she and her father were playing a tracking game and instead of following his tracks she got distracted and followed wolves tracks instead thinking that the paw prints looked more interesting she had no idea it would lead her to a moma wolf and it’s cub, she wanted so much to pet and hug the cub thinking it was adorable. She snapped back from the thoughts when she heard her new master speak welcoming her home.
For a brief moment Lucy had no idea what to do if her hands were free, she probably would have strangled him or hit him upside the head “this….this isn’t my home, i want to go home...i want my father” she spoke out feebly, she wondered if she would ever see her home again, she knew her father was dead,and she knew that he was gone, but it still didn't change the fact she wanted him. he was her entire world apart from the cabin and forest, he protected her and kept her safe from harm.
She knew she probably sounded weak which sucked, she wanted to sound strong and fierce, but she still hadn’t recovered from the affects of the strange cage. The young human looked down and said nothing else. She wondered why did this have to happen to her, why couldn't this have all been a really bad dream.
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Post by Anthony William Scott on Jan 11, 2013 23:37:18 GMT -5
He raised his eyebrows as the human in front of him spoke. This was a new development. True, he’d been expecting it eventually, but it was still a bit of a shocker to hear that she actually had a voice and that her vocal chords weren’t just used for growling at him. There were more that enough things that growled at him in this world. He would have been completely unimpressed if she had proven to be mute like some of the other pets brought in from the wild. True, there were reasons to not speak, however there were more compelling reasons to do the opposite and actually speak to people. It was generally a better way to go about things and ended up in less blood and gore than other ways.
“The home you knew is gone, Little Bird. This is your home now and you’d do well to remember that.” He tied the leash off on the corner of the dogs’ cage as he spoke, moving to the door, the dogs following him like the spoiled things that they were. Sarge sounded off in a most puppy like manner while Louisa stood calmly and wagged her tail. Meanwhile, Garth went down to the end of the cage to investigate the newcomer to the household, tail wagging. The dogs were the majority of his companionship with the exception of his children and the odd woman here and there. But it appeared that his equilibrium in life was about to be overturned by the simple addition of a human to the house. Yes, this was going to be quite the interesting ride. His daughter, well, she was going to be fascinated with the child at the end of the cage. His oldest son, on the other hand, was not going to be impressed at all given his general distaste for humans when it came to anything but their blood. As for the other son, well, there was no telling what he would think.
The last time Anthony had looked for his younger son, he’d seen more than he had hoped to. At least he was happy and for that, Anthony was content. He was still at odds with his son and was still trying to figure out where he had gone wrong with that relationship and what he could do to salvage it. There were times he thought he’d scry him out and go find the man, see whether he could repair the relationship. But for now, Anthony realized that it was probably for the best that he let his son lead the life that he had determined rather than trying to force the way of life that the family had in the Aurum sector upon him. Sure, Anthony missed his son, but there were things in life that he understood were necessary and he surely understood the desire to avoid one’s parents given the way he had grown up.
“They don’t bite unless they are told to,” he said, releasing the catch that held them in. As the door opened, Sarge bounded out and jumped up onto his master, attempting to get doggy slobber everywhere on Anthony’s relatively nice jacket. Realizing the door was open, Garth gave up his inspection of Lucy and wandered out, sniffing Anthony’s shoes before heading to collapse on the cushions in front of the fire. Louisa pawed at Anthony’s leg, asking for attention. Mindlessly, he watched the human pet as he gave Sarge and Louisa the attention that they wanted. All he really wanted in life was simplicity. It had been so simple before. So simple before all of the technology had taken over every aspect of the interactions between people and the replacement of lasting relationships with digital ones. He had hoped that the war would end that. He had been sadly disappointed.
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note: ta-dah!
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Post by lucy on Jan 12, 2013 21:23:12 GMT -5
Lucy really didn’t like being confined like this the chains that restricted her movement had cut into her skin and it stung, she tried to break free of the confinements that was forced from her which only ended up hurting her more. Perhaps in a normal situation the prisoner would have given up on trying to get out of the containments and break free, but Lucy couldn’t bring herself to do that. She couldn’t give up because she wanted to go home with all her heart she wanted to be free and get away from the evil fiends.
Lucy listened as Anthony spoke, his words lacked tact and were brutal to her, she wanted to cry and she could feel the stinging in her eyes No….he is wrong this isn’t my home….nothing about this place feels like home, everything is so strange and isn’t familiar at all…and I know this place will never ever be my home…I won’t cry, because that would be giving up and accepting this…I won’t accept it….i will never accept this…I am no one’s pet, I will break out of this place and run home.[/i] she thought to herself as Anthony tied her leash onto the corner of the dogs cage. She tried to tug at the leash defiantly and couldn’t get free, she could feel her anger increase.
Lucy watched the strange breeds of wolves, they seem so domesticated which was peculiar at least to Lucy. She watched as one of them came towards her, she looked at the creature feeling a bit of fear, but also curiosity towards the creature, she could see the beast tail wag, the young human became still and her fingers wiggled, her body twitched as she stopped herself from reaching out to the mutts to pet it, her owner opened the door and the beast came out she watched the beast fawn over their master. Lucy kept her fixation on them for a few moments longer, they seemed to be so tame she wondered what it felt like to pet one of them she had no explanations but she wanted to try it.. The human shook her head and she resumed her struggles to try and break free.
Lucy growled out of anger and frustration being confined, her breathing became eratic and let out a loud snarl of frustration she had never felt so weak and powerless before, it was driving her nuts. Lucy stopped as she leaned back against the corner of the beast cage, her breathing nor getting any calmer, Lucy had closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them she looked at anthony’s direction this monster had purchased her and kept her captive against her will, he was evil and cruel. The more she looked at him the more her anger and hatred began to stew inside her she hated the way he was so smug, that he thought he was better than her.
Lucy rushed to him as fast as she could in the shackles and had forgotten about the leash, she wanted to kill him and she reached the end of the leash she felt a tug and fell over she let out a loud pained whimper as she hit the floor and when she looked down she could see blood around her wrist.
Lucy stayed on the floor, she didn't move and just stayed there being still, the stinging sensation from the blood on her wrist caused from the shackles cutting her skin wasn't as painful as everything else she felt. she continued to breath erratically feeling her anger boil, she wanted to kill Anthony for buying her, and she wanted to hurt him bad and make him suffer agony.[/size]
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