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Post by char on Jan 24, 2013 0:25:59 GMT -5
s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g79/Juliart/background_black.jpg');,true][cs=2] L E A D S T O N O W H E R E | | [atrb=width,240] No one had expected to be caught, least of all her. Bad things didn't happen to normal people, nightmares only existed in sleep, and she certainly hadn't done anything in her lifetime to earn her a stay in...well this place. It had been her own damned clumsiness that had secured her fate, she had been minding her own business, washing clothes for the family, when they seemed to come out of no where. Her first instinct was to run so she did, which had been a terrible mistake, for one she hadn't let go of the basket, as if saving the laundry was so important. And then she had tripped, yes, tripped on practically nothing. Of course she would have fallen to the ground had a hand not wrapped around her arm, yanking her back into a solid body.
She hadn't fought after that. She was terrified yes, but she knew better. Charlotte was smart enough to know when to stop, of course the tight grip on her forearm was more than enough incentive to have her quietly surrender. They had brought her to this place, and while she hadn't been harmed in any way she couldn't help but replay every single horrific story she had heard about the vampires in her mind, causing her fear to spike. She'd answered any questions they'd had, mostly they just asked for her name, if she knew anything about the rebel camp, where her family had been headed, ect. She'd been calm, well as calm as she could, though it had been apparent that she didn't quite like all the attention on her.
They left her alone after that, she wasn't trouble in the least and even if she did try something...well she was slightly malnourished, she was tired, and she was scared. There wasn't much she could do at all. What she could do, was stay in the room they had put her in, pace back and forth, cast cautious glances at the door until finally she sat down in a chair, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. She needed to relax, her fear wasn't doing her any good, she knew that. She just needed to calm down. Just calm down. She didn't have anything to distract her mind, and whenever she tried to imagine something other than the room the stories came back, forcing her to imagine the worst. She needed to stop imagining the worst possible thing, she needed to just relax.
She closed her eyes, she had to fight to push those stories from her frightened mind, go back to the last time that she saw a book. It was one on the industrial revolution in Great Britain, telling of how things started to change. She always enjoyed history, though she preferred history on the written word, but she had been studying for an exam, and that had been what the exam was on. Now she was sitting in this room, trying to calm herself down. She knew if she panicked it'd only do her harm, she needed to keep her head, she needed to simply calm down, relax. Which was a much easier thing to think about than to do. All she had to do was listen to what they told her to do, they had made that very clear. Be a good...pet.
That's what she was now. A pet. Or she will be. Sold to the highest bidder, taken somewhere unfamiliar and made an owned object by a vampire. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about it yet. Of course she may not be over the shock of being ripped from her family, brought to a strange city, and being told that she was now nothing more than a pet. She was a smart woman, she knew the best course of action for herself would be simply to accept what has happened, try and push the fear and anxiety down, and do as she was told. She could do that, it wasn't that hard was it? And what could they possibly want her to do? She knew they had pets for blood, she wasn't stupid, and if she needed to give blood so she could stay alive, then she would do that.
She knew how to cook, to clean, if it was domestic chores they wanted her to do, she could do that. She'd been taking care of the family as they traveled for the most part, and she learned. She was a bit clumsy, but that could always be worked on. She frowned a bit. This was making her even more upset, she could feel the anxiety in her chest, she needed to stop. She was trying to rationalize this, and she was failing. Because the stories of vampires being monsters, keeping humans locked away, keeping them near death, starving them, they all came back. She hoped to god that they were myths, that they were merely stories. Because she didn't know how she would be able to function if they were true. Charlotte was not made for that, she was delicate, she was young, and she was so very scared.
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Post by lucian on Jan 26, 2013 17:35:12 GMT -5
His first pet had been a bad choice. Too willful, too stubborn, and apt to speak out - she required too much work for a busy man like Lucian, who spent post of his days buried in his work or on the tail of some lead the Shiloh led him. Sure, she was fairly willing when he needed some blood, but her attitude got on his nerves. And since killing pets was frowned upon, (he wouldn't say forbidden because the Remington's sure were good at making bodies merely disappear) he had decided it'd be best if he got a new one. Someone more meek. When he had been informed by the Auctioneer, who he had informed of his displeasure with his previous pet, the perfect one had come in just that day, he had decided to go look. It wouldn't hurt anything, and he wasn't particularly busy either.
He hadn't even dressed up, for that matter. It was his day off, and he did not wear suits when it was his relaxing day. Jeans and a t-shirt, with a jacket thrown over it although the cold rarely got to him. The first thing he did when he got there was face the Auctioneer. Lucian had bought pets off of him before, but none that had lasted particularly long. He was not a cruel master unless they didn't listen. His displeasure, he made quite clear, over Justine. "You told me she was already trained, and you know I'm a very busy man, so I'd much prefer it if you don't lie to me again. Understand?" He tilted his head, flashed the other man a toothy grin that seethed anger, and was rewarded with a quick, fearful nod from the portly owner. "Good. Now. Take me to this pet, and you better hope you've not wasted my time again, or I'll be very displeased."
And so he was. Shown the way, his long-legged strides eating up the distance until he saw the woman. She was pretty. Dark-haired, bright eyed, small if slightly malnourished. She looked like a rabbit, with fear clear in her eyes. Perfect. Lucian could work with fear - it was an easy emotion, easy to understand, easy to manipulate. Moving towards her with the slow, thoughtful gait of a predator, he stopped a few feet from her, eyes roving over her face. "What's your name?" He ordered in a cool tone. Not threatening, not dangerous, merely emotionless and straightforward and, quite clearly, expecting an answer.
He didn't like to think of himself as a cruel man. He was patient, given the right incentitive. It was merely his willingness to throw his money and his power around that made people fear him - that and he would not be disobeyed. Not by his lessers. He had no patience for that. It was partially the reason that he had quickly become irritated with his first pet. When he ordered silence, he expected silence.
Grasping the girl's chin in a hold that wasn't fierce nor gentle, but steady, he tilted her head to the side for inspection before releasing her and rising to his feet, removing the money that he had set aside for this. Pets were not particularly cheap, but the Remingtons were known for being ridiculously wealthy, and that, at least, was no rumor. "I suppose I'll give her a chance. A tad too skittish for my tastes, however." He paused before adding, his tone chillingly cold although his eyes remained firm on the woman's face. He wasn't, however, addressing her - it was the man bouncing fearfully on the balls of his feet. "And I hope you know that should she be.. disatisfactory, I'll be returning her, and you'll take her in whatever condition. Even if she's dead. And you might soon be joining her. Understand?"
The man shook his head in acknowledgement. Lucian finally broke away and looked at him, flashing him a grin. "Good."
( words ) not sure, i was lazy. 7-something
( tag ) charlotte and minterz
( notes ) gah. super rambly, kind of terrible. first post with luc though, woot!
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Post by char on Jan 26, 2013 20:45:18 GMT -5
s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
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Right. Survival was key, life was important, and she did not want to give her life up, not for anything. Her thoughts had encompassed her again, her arms crossing over her chest as her gaze fell blankly upon the far wall. She was envisioning things only she could ever think of, seeing a world only her minds eye could create. Situations and possibilities that only she could control the out come of. She was day dreaming, even in this horrid place, with monsters lurking at every corner, she could find her place, find the place that made her relax, that had her calming down. Until the door opened and she was tore out of her day dream. She instantly froze, because like any prey animal, she knew the signs of a predator when she saw one. Charlotte didn't like to consider herself meek, but if she was going to be honest she didn't exactly have a strong sense of self-confidence. The man was daunting to her, he had a look to him that screamed dangerous, or perhaps it was merely because she knew he was a vampire.
Regardless she froze, staring at him with wide, cautious eyes as he came near. She wanted to turn away from him, run, let her gaze drop, but she couldn't. Charlotte could feel the fear in her chest, but she also knew that she could think through her fear. She'd done it before, and when he spoke she answered immediately. "Charlotte Petrov" It was odd. Everything about her told them that she was afraid, from the way her wide eyes locked onto Lucian's, the way she stood completely rigid, as if they were going to strike out at any moment. But her voice, her voice was soft, quiet. But steady. There was a hint of a tremor towards the end, and her voice was low, like speaking louder than a whisper would cause her even more harm, but her voice was steady. Charlotte didn't like to talk, she didn't like attention, but the one thing that she knew that she could rely on was her voice, even if she never said anything out loud, her inner voice was loud and strong within her. Her inner voice kept her alive.
She flinched as he grasped her chin, her foot moving back as if she were going to make a run for it before freezing once more, letting him tilt her head, still she couldn't break his gaze. Why couldn't she break away from his gaze? And why wouldn't he look away? Why did he have to stare at her like that? She had dropped her arms to her sides when he had stalked closer to her, her hands balling into fists, not out of anger, but merely so she could somehow root herself to the spot, she didn't want to give either of them any reason to hurt her at all. For a moment she thought Lucian was talking to her and she blinked, and of course when she realized her error she could feel the slight blush on her face. And immediately blushed more. Oh, she didn't want to! Why was she blushing! And he was still staring at her, still holding her gaze, scrutinizing her. The thought made her heart pound, she didn't like this, she didn't like the attention, why did he have to stare at her so?
His words caused her heart to thump dangerously in her chest, her breath catching in her throat and her eyes widening. Dead? No, no that wasn't right, she couldn't...she hadn't done anything to deserve this! She'd be fine, she'd be fine, all she had to do was cooperate, that's all she had to do. She wasn't going to die, it wasn't going to happen. She held his gaze, her eyes wide, a deer caught in headlights, not breathing. She visibly relaxed when he looked away, her shoulders slumping a bit and her fists relaxing, she had dug her fingernails into her skin, perhaps not enough to break through, but it still hurt. She had realized what she was getting into when she surrendered. But she had NOT expected to hear that she could end up dead. All sorts of horror stories streaked through her mind at that and she tensed once more, her nails digging into her skin, perhaps this time they'd break through.
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