Good Ole Swan - Open

[Samael]

Oh yes, she had heard the doors close but he had not went into his house. His back were to the three doors and he was smoking a sig still. Breaking into the snow covered car? Oh yay, now he had nude Strawberry smell all over the seat, and even though she broke into the car via the window the wind had changed direction and started to come into the window. Oh yes, she could heat herself in the car via hot wire, and yes she could even drive the car. Although he found it she would have a fun time driving the truck.

Snow was up to the bumper, and he hadn't yet got to put on the snow tires.. Eep, welp that was bad for her case and honestly he didn't care what happen to her now. If she died if she died, if she escaped she escaped. Also the final one if she came back crying and wanting in? Oh he would let her in but she'd always hear for him forever and ever. That she was weak and useless, that she couldn't fend for herself when it came to flight or fight. That she needed him cause she was weak.

[strawberry]

Strawberry removed the board under neath the steering wheel, in the process loosing her fingernail. She licked the blood but at least she had the wires exposed. Now it was only a simple matter of connecting three wires together. She had done this millions of times before. Once positive and negative wires were together the car roared softly underneath the snow. She pushed the wires apart and then turned the air conditioning on to hot.

Damn snow. Damn snow. Damn snow! And the worst thing was that she had been saving her swan pellets! They were still on her old ex night stand. But she had just eaten before she 'left'. She then moved to peel off the excess snow and filled in the hole so that she was exposed as little as possible. Of course she wouldn't be able to see anyone approaching the car. How long would the damn snow take to melt?

[Samael]

The snow continued to fall and fall. She couldn't see the trees in front of her, the road that led her out of here, or even the house that she had just came from. Samael was doing this making the snow fall as hard as possible and continued to layer the car in it. The back of the truck was filled with Snow, to the point she couldn't see out the back window of the car. All he could do was smile as he sat there smoking that same long cig. Enjoying it to the max as he whistled very quietly to himself.

Oh yes this was too amusing to him. A butt naked Strawberry sitting in his car with the heater on full blast, the snow coming in the cracks of the window. Snow all around her to the point the wind shield wipers could barely keep up. The gas would only last so long to so hopfully she either got out of the car and dug the car out or what. Maybe she could get a small distance away from here in the truck but it deffinately did not gurantee her getting to New York. For the Snow was falling just over this part, and toward New York city, if and when she got to the city she would find less snow then was here.

[strawberry]

As Strawberry opened her eyes she found out that the snow she had packed to cover the window had fallen in the car. She shivered from the cold. She opened the side panel to the car and found nothing but papers. She closed it. She packed some snow on her ankle because the pain had increased. Strawberry was beginning to regert her decision.

She slid over to the passengers seat and opened the door, fighting against the snow. As she stepped outside the car the snow fell on top of her. She hopped on her one good foot while her ankle began to kill her. It would be horrible if it healed all crooked like and it would be worse if it healed and it had to get broken and set straight....

"Samael. Samael? Master! Please Master, I want to come home. Please!"

She was standing in front of what direction she thought was his house but all she could see was snow.

[Samael]

Once those words left her lips the snow stopped one hundred percent, but it was at least almost up to her knees. While he walked out of the house and saw her, letting the cig drop from his mouth and putting another one in its place. Lighting it up and then appearing right in front of her in the snow. Infact he was defying gravity itself and standing on top of the snow as if he was weightless. Grabbing her hand they appeared at the triple doors and he made her walk in. Through the hall way and got her a towel, throwing it around her and then pushing her to the couch.

While he took her ankle in his hand and cracked it back straight. Giving her two strong pain pills he shoved them into her mouth and made her swallow them. They would work soon and she'd feel like she was on cloud nine floating in the sky soon enough, and for now she was to stay there while he adjusted her so she laid on the couch. A smile lighting his lips as he stared down at her. Her face red from the snow, and her ankle swollen from him breaking it. While he looked down at her still with the same smile.

"It looks like that thousand dollars is gonna come in handy, I got to fix the truck, and you neglected to remember I haven't put the snow wheels on it, and you also neglected the fact of my control over weather. Neither you or Raspberry can live with out me and you know it. I feed you, clothe you, and protect you when others harm. You need me, my money, and my home and you know it. Although I know you'll never admit it. Now you'll be asleep within the next two minutes. Rest Strawberry for while you sleep your ankle will be healed when you wake, and the glass removed from your hand."

Oh oh oh wasn't Samael so caring of his pets? He hurt them then he fixed them all in the same day. It was quite a feat he thought to himself and wondered where he could store Strawberry for now, but he left her side since he knew she was getting more drowzy by the second. The pain pills would take there full effect, she'd feel as if no pain could ever touch her and she'd feel like she was floating. So now all he had to think is what he was gonna do with his slaves. Strawberry, Raspberry, and Ruby, what was he to do with them?

[strawberry]

As soon as she spoke her words of desperation she saw Samael, a top of the snow. She almost wanted to cry out, perhaps in fear or perhaps in relief. He looked almost like Jesus, her savior. The snow vanished except for the snow that was already on the ground. Before she had time to take in his presence she was already hobbling through the doors, hugging a towel trying to stay warm. She forgot she had been nude up until the towel.

Strawberry swallowed the pills not knowing what they were. Those pills could have been something like rat poison for all that she knew. She was on the couch or something soft. Snap. She heard the sound of her ankle breaking, she knew it to be her ankle, but she didn't care right now. She looked at peace.

"Yes Master I --"

She was too tired to finish her sentence and dozed off to sleep. She knew that the master took care of her but he was the one who had injured her, she hadn't forgotten that either but she didn't care right at this moment. And then her brain clicked off and she was asleep.

[Samael]

"Shhhh... Sleep my slave.. sleep."

Putting a finger too her mouth he watched her eyes closed and her breathing slow. Listening to her heart slow down as her body went into sleep. While she slept he removed the glass from her hand and then clothed the wound with bandages. While soon after that he wasn't sure what to do but he laid out a set of clothes for her on the coffee table quite boredly. Knowing that she'd be knocked out for several hours he went to the rarely used bowling alley he had installed into this place. Turning on all four of the lanes at the same time.

While he figured now would be a good time to become a good bowler in his boredom. Next taking a good ball and goind down each lane once at a time. Four people per a lane and he was playing every one of them. Ten sets for each and that equaled one hundred and sixty sets in all. Doing them all by himself he sat there in one of the seats. Sipping down on a orange moutain dew waiting for her to wake. Knowing for a fact she would be able to hear the music from the bowling alley. Then since it had been several hours later hopfully she'd awake some time soon.

[strawberry]

Strawberry heard music in her ears, it sounded odd, like something she never would have listened to in her life. Elevator music? She stirred as she pressed her right hand to her ear like her ear was ringing. And then she realized that it wasn't her imagination. She groaned trying to remember what happened. Her first instincts were that she was still in the truck with the seat belt pressed against her but she realized that she was on something softer, a couch.

The towel slid off her part ways before she pulled it up. She relived the recent events, fighting with Samael, being hurt, the snow, the truck, the snow, Samael fixing her up again. She spotted clothing on the coffee table but wasn't sure if she was allowed to put them up. She didn't need to look far to find Samael, he was bowling. Her foot was sore and so was her hand as she realized that it was bandaged up. Had Samael done that?

"Master."

[Samael]

"Wana smoke slave?"

He asked as with one hand he held out a pack of cigs with one slighty out, and in his mouth was already one cig. Lighting it with his other hand he took a few puffs in and then let a few puffs out. Yawning as he pulled one out and sat it on the bowling alley table before him. Just that single one with the lighter while he put the cigs back into his pocket. Pressing restart the alleys all restarted one by one and he grabbed a bowling ball. He was in a pair of shoes, and he had a pair of gloves on.

If she wished to join him there was a pair of shoes for her and a pair of gloves. Although she would first most likely have to get her clothes put on first. Or when she bowled she'd be showing quite a bit to him if she thought about it. Looking back to her after his spare he wondered what she was gonna do. Would she take the cig? Would she perhaps bowl with him or something of the sort? Really he had no idea but it seemed she had a new found respect for him that he had never seen before, and he liked it.

[strawberry]

"No thank you Master. I do not know how to smoke. Are these clothes for me?"

Strawberry gestured with one hand to the clothing set on the coffee table. Of course those were for her but she wasn't sure if she should put them on, she wanted permission first. Even though her leg was still sore she stood up, sort of walking to the table. She wasn't exactly surprised to see a bowling aisle in the house but she knew it hadn't been there earlier. Or had it?

She was wrapped in a towel, wondering where her sister was. What time was it? What day was it? Though things like days of the week and month didn't matter, they never did. Except around holiday's, there was more money to pick pocket off of people. She spotted a pair of bowling shoes and gloves. Was Raspberry here?

"May I put them on?"

[She's asking if she can put on the clothes. lol]

[Samael]

(There is a bowling alley room, its not in the living room)

"Yes those clothes are for you, and yes you may put them on if you wish. How is your pain Strawberry? Do you wish for another pain pill or two? Or do you need to just walk it off? And like before I told you, you can roam the house. Also when you feel better your going to clean out the inside of my truck. There is glass, blood, and snow on the seats. I turned it off when you went to sleep but when you feel better when ever that is. I wish for you to do that task for me. Ok?"

He had only looked back at her for the moment as he turned his attention back to the bowling ball and pins. Starting to walk briskly across the floor as he let the ball go and it went down the track at a rather fast speed. A crash at the end signaled that he had infact gotten a strike. Yawning he did a quick twist on his heel and sat down in a seat. Taking a coke and opening it then taking a few gulps from it. Looking over to Strawberry with a netural face and wondering what she was to do now.