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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi’s stomach churned in disgust. The sort of discomfort one got by eating potatoes with sour cream and rice at the same time. It may have seemed like it was a good idea at first since one enjoyed eating rice and potatoes – But add the sour cream and it was a recipe for disaster. Isi had never once puked at a kill site but she felt like she just might. She had invited this woman into her home. She had given her a bath. She had fed her – Not her own blood of course. Isi’s knees weakened and she crumbled to the ground. With the last of her strength she managed to keep her head upright as she emptied the contents of her stomach out onto the warehouse floor. Throwing up was quite disgusting. If there was one thing Isi could do to prevent puking she would. She wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist and spit. Listening to the sound of crying did no absolute good either. “God, that is disgusting.” Isi muttered. Either the vomiting was disgusting or Seras was. Isi made no clear motive as to which. But the answer was both of course.

[serasalcaste]

Tears poured down Seras' traumatized face as she sat in the corner of the warehouse room and could do nothing but hold her knees to her chest. All the worst thoughts began to come to her. Isi had seen her for what she really was. Was this what she is? Is this disgusting, slut of a vampire the real Seras? She had always been such a docile, loving girl. But perhaps the absence of such selfish, prude, violent behaviors in her character finally manifested into her vampire side. She had confidence, appeal, everything her human side never had. Looking at the blood all over her naked body and her hands, Seras shook her head and pleaded with anyone who might have been listening. It wasn't how she wanted things to be. She no longer wanted to be a vampire. It disgusted her far too much now. And being a failure to Isi and making her vomit wreaked havoc on her weak psyche.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi took in a few deep breaths. Her mouth tasted vile. If she carried holy water on her person she would have swished it around in her mouth a few times. She spit a few more times though she wasn’t any good at spitting long distance. She picked herself up off the ground. She wanted some damned orange soda to rinse her mouth. Isi took one long glance at Seras, the girl wasn’t going to get in her car like that. That is if Isi didn’t shoot Seras right then and there. She would have to shower the girl off with a hose. “Alright, let’s go.” Isi muttered.

[serasalcaste]

Immediately after Isi told her, Seras stood up. With her hands at her sides, she only ended up getting more blood on her torn clothing, something that didn't seem too possible at the time being. But still, somehow, her dirty, despicable appearance didn't seem to bother her for once in her life. There were many things running through her mind just then, but ultimately the vampire now knew full well how inhuman she really was. Seras had done things she never thought possible with herself, and was horrified maybe even more than Isi at what she had just done. It disgusted the human in her more than anything. It destroyed any lingering thoughts of having a right to individuality and humanity.

Seras didn't bite her lip even despite being nervous and ashamed. The look on her face was blank and there wasn't anything recognizable in her eyes either. As far as she was concerned, Seras had been Isi's slave and had done something unspeakably horrible. She would now be a completely empty soul, with absolutely no notions towards herself should she even be lucky enough for a second chance from Isi. Seras wouldn't do any single thing unless her master ordered her to. She no longer would think or speak for herself, or even treat herself as anything more than a pile of dirt on the cold floor that people would step on. Breathing was the only thing she was doing without her master's approval, but should Isi tell her to stop it, the vampire would voluntarily suffocate herself.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi picked up her gun and looked around the warehouse. When the sun came up the bodies of the vampires would ignite and all evidence except maybe the bullets would disappear. Isi was worried about leaving puke and bile on the ground but figured with the warehouse being how it was; DNA would be very hard to narrow down seeing as how there was so much of it – Everywhere. Isi held out her hand in a stopping motion, she didn’t want Seras anywhere near her car. As she opened on the trunk she debated upon how to get Seras home. Maybe the creature could walk. Isi opened up the secret compartment and stored her guns in the trunk. “Alright. This is a brand new 2010 car I got in 2009 for two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. If you get into my car you’re going to ruin my nice leather. So … you’re going to have to walk. Try not to attract too much attention, okay? Be home by ten – Or else.” Isi instructed as she began to get into the driver’s side.

[serasalcaste]

"Yes, Miss Runasimi. Of Course." Seras nodded and watched as Isi got into her new car and drove off, presumably to her home. Without even a second thought, or a first one for that matter, the girl turned and began to walk off. The sun would be up in a few hours, but the fact didnt even cross her mind. Isi had told her to be home by ten. Presuming she meant 10 in the morning, an earlier convenience for Isi, the vampire began to walk.

The shortest route she knew was the one Isi had taken with her car, and it would probably make her stay out long enough to see the daylight, but at least not run into too many people. Step after step, Seras weakly walked along, and nearly an hour or so later, she was well on her way back to Isi's mansion but already the night began to break for day. Another half and hour later, the vampire was still walking even though the sun had very well risen. She was home in another hour or so, but it was a long, painful hour. Seras' hadn't run into anyone and thankfully because she was burnt severly, the blood stained clothing hugging her petite frame had been burnt nearly completely off. Had anyone seen her like this, they wouldn't know what to make of her. She was tired, emotionless, dirty, burnt, and very much naked.

A few hours into the day, Seras stood at Isi's door and rang the doorbell, not quite sure what to expect. The pain was unimaginable for her, and it was anyone's guess how she was able to tolerate it for so long without just bursting into flames, but there was no amount of discomfort or pleasure written on her face. It was like she was a broken doll.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi nodded her head and got into her car. She then proceeded to drive away. She could see Seras in the rearview mirror getting smaller and smaller. Isi knew that she should feel guilty but there wasn’t a single hinge of guilt stored inside her. Along the way home Isi picked up a bag of cheddar chips and a bottle of soda: vanilla root beer and orange soda. She assumed that Seras would find a meal along the way home. It was a shame to spend good money on blood bags from idiot graduates trying to be sly.

Isi most certainly did not mean ten in the morning. She meant ten PM. The same day! When she got home she washed her mouth with mouth wash, ordered Chinese, and pigged out on chips and soda pop all while waiting for the vampiress to return to her home and take a bath preferably outside. There was fried rice, egg rolls, wanton soup, sweet and sour chicken and chicken wings – Yes, chicken wings. It was a lot of food but as a hunter you burned up a ton of calories.

Isi had expected Seras to be home by 9:40 or 9:50 and when 10:00 rolled around Isi was slightly annoyed. At 10:05 Seras still wasn’t home. Isi paced around, checked her security cameras like mad for any and all signs of movement. There was unfortunately none. “Where the bloody hell is she?” Was the one thing Isi kept mentally screaming over and over again. The thought that the young vampire was disobeying and backstabbing her crossed her mind. In the end, Isi went to sleep at around two am after making plans for a high profile jewelry heist – She needed more cash.

The one time Isi left the house door unlocked was today, waiting for her pet vampire. Isi was woken up hours and hours later during the sunlight hours by a damned doorbell. “Jesus Christ,” Isi muttered as she wiped her eyes. She checked on her cameras and found that it was Seras who was outside the door. Immediately Isi rushed downstairs tired as hell since she didn’t wake up until at least six PM on a regular day. “What the hell is wrong with you? I said 10 PM. 10 PM. Not 10 AM. Not hours after. What the hell is wrong with you?” Isi pulled Seras inside and realized that she was probably near death for suffering from the suns rays.

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The little vampire girl stood in front of her Masters house for a long while before it seemed she was noticed and the door before her opened to a very unhappy Isi. She began to yell and question where Seras had been, but the vampire was calm and empty. "It's a bit after 10. I'm heaps sorry for being late." Seras didn't smile or make any sort of painful expression. She slowly reached out her hand and gave Isi a handful of misshapen silver bullets. There was a little sizzling sound when Seras opened her palm, but she didn't complain or even wince at the pain holding pure silver to her skin brought. She had gone back after the vampires had rotted away and collected all of Isi's bullets so nobody would find them. But Isi hadn't asked for Seras to do such a thing and she apologized in a light voice. "I was out of line. I know you hadn't asked me to go back there. I apologize. It wont happen again Miss Runasimi." With that said she stood in her place and didn't say another word, already despising herself for having let her caring heart get the better of her. But all in all, she had helped her master so perhaps it wasn't too big a deal to have acted without being told. Seras knew it wouldn't ever happen again. She would be nothing more than Isi's mindless doll.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi sighed. She didn’t like being woken up from sleep. Seras didn’t seem to make any move to physically enter the house so Isi pulled the girl in. Didn’t she learn vampire 101? One of the basic rules was ‘stay out of the sun’. If only other vampires were like Seras and ignored basic rules. That would be easier for the world. Of course maybe Seras was mentally ill. Maybe she was. Could a vampire be mentally ill? “Just … just don’t do it again.” Isi’s eyes opened wide as a sizzling noise came from the vampires small but lovely hand. She was holding silver bullets. Isi took the handful of silver bullets from the vampire and placed them on one of the bounty napkins. “You didn’t have to do that. I usually always leave the bullets, it’s no big deal.” Isi took one look at the vampire. She really looked like she was dying and in need of blood. “Do you … auh … need …,” Isi couldn’t even say it. She just couldn’t.

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"No." Seras' answer was not meant to sound rude, but rather short and sweet. She didn't wish to waste Isi's time with useless chatter and wouldn't dare give herself the time of day to speak her mind. It was true the vampire looked to be in horrible condition, but if she stayed inside in the dark for some time, it would heal on its own eventually. She didn't neccesarily need blood, if the girl could put up with the pain. Even if she couldn't, Seras wouldn't say anything more of it. All she did was stand there waiting for Isi to order her around, waiting to be told to do something. The expression on her face, or lack thereof, showed just how ill Seras had gotten to be in the past few months. She had gone from a happy, beautiful girl to a depressed, self loathing, drug addicted masochist. Some might even go so far to say she had become something of a slut in the underground world of the city after dark. So many men had defiled her and beaten her, all to ease her sick, troubled mind. All to help her feel closer to someone she had lost and blamed herself for with no room for forgiveness.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi didn’t say anything at first. She just shut the door and began to lock it with its various locks and deadbolts. Then she went as far as to alarm the security system with the code, ‘589383984’. She should give Seras a copy of the code or make a guest code. The codes would all do the same thing – Unlock the security systems, but there was a log to keep track of who unlocked what and at what time. “Are you absolutely sure? I don’t need a blood crazed zombie.” Isi shut her mouth. She may have gone too far. If she wanted the girl as a servant then she needed to at least treat her half decent in hopes she wouldn’t be that messed up. She still needed the young girl messed up but not that messed up. There was honestly a difference even if she couldn’t think of a single example. “Alright, go take a bath in your room and then clean the tub with bleach. And don’t forget the light switches. Then catch some z’s.” Isi knew one thing for sure. She would be sleeping with her door dead bolted. Could she even get a decent sleep if she slept with one eye open? She doubted so but she didn’t want to sleep in the panic room. Isi began to walk away, she then stopped, turned around and opened her mouth. She was on the verge of asking what the girl was doing out in the sun when she stopped cold short of forming a single letter of the first word. “Never mind,” she finished as she turned around.

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The petite vampire didn't even nod or show any sort of emotion, though anyone could have guessed she probably didn't have any anymore. Or wouldn't let herself possess any. The girl just looked empty and hurt. She listened carefully to what Isi asked of her, making certain to not miss even the smallest detail so she could do it all perfectly. "Yes, Miss Runasimi." Her answer came through pale lips, her voice calculated and lacking in any unnecessary questioning or emotion. It was clear more than before that Seras would do anything at all that Isi would tell her to do, without even a first thought, much less a second about it. She was completely in Isi's control.

Making her way to her room slowly, she stepped into the shower and began to clean herself off, not even cringing at the pain the water brought. Hot water would clean her better and Isi told her to get clean, even if it burned the moment it touched her singed skin. It was miraculous how she didnt scream, cry or turn the faucet to cold at the very least. After cleaning her small body, her wounds healed a little more but the pain didn't subside. No matter, as Seras got out of the tub, rinsed it out thoroughly and took some bleach from under the sink's cabinet to clean it out. It didn't seem to come to mind that bleach burns the skin and didn't feel wonderful at all for her, but so long as the tub got clean she didn't care. After a short while the entire bathroom was clean, white, and spotless. Seras went into the room and layed on the floor beside the bed and closed her eyes. Isi had told her to get some sleep but she didn't tell her to use the bed and the slave felt more comfortable on the cold hard floor. After about and hour she woke back up from nightmares and just sat in her room, staring out the window.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi found herself back in her bedroom. She deadbolted her door and jumped into bed. Isi liked her sleep. On a list of things she liked sleep was ranked next to killing vampires and stealing precious works of art. As the cameras to the TV's Isi kept continuously on flashed, Isi saw Seras cleaning the bathroom. Very, very good. A few minutes later when the TV's flashed Isi saw the young vampire sleeping on the floor. At first Isi thought the girl was cleaning the floor. Later she deduced that the girl was sleeping on the floor. There was a very big difference. Isi sighed, she almost went to pick the girl up off the floor and drag her to the bed but realizing it didn't matter and that she didn't give a damn. "Whatever," she muttered.

But there was something in Isi that began to tingle. Did she have to pee? Or was something changing inside of her? She had never taken care of something like a pet fish and now she had a vampire. A two cent goldfishs' live weighed more than a vampire in the mindset of Isi. But this girl was Isi's pet. "Fuck," Isi muttered as she went into Seras' room. She closed the curtains making sure the room was dark and then she dragged the lightweight girl up on the bed. "Get on the bed," Isi sighed. But pets should indeed sleep on the floor but ... Shit. Was she growing a concious? "I don't have time for this," she muttered to herself. She felt like a mother when she tucked the vampire in with the covers. A mother who had drank tons of cleaning fluid, smoked every single cigarette and shot herself up with heroine.

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Seras was surprised to see Isi barge into her room, but of course her face didn't show it in the least. Doing as she was told, the vampire got onto the bed and sat there, looking her master in the eye with a completely blank expression. It was like looking into her eyes told you nothing because she was empty as ever.

"Im sorry to have bothered you during your sleep, Miss Runasimi. It wont happen again." Seras spoke quietly, not wanting to be scolded for speaking out of right. She sat up in the bed slowly and stared ahead at the white wall, looking at nothing in particular.

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[Isi Runasimi]

In a fit of rage Isi kicked the wall. What did she want - Did she want the zombie with no life in her or an energetic pet vampire? At some times it seemed that Seras was full of life but at other times it seemed like she was a zombie. Isi hated zombies quite so even if they were fictional. It wouldn’t be nice to live in a world full of things that you had to kill before you killed you 24/7 though she knew many video game advocates who did – She played video games every once in a long while at the arcade. Isi knew she was crazy, maybe it wasn’t Seras who was bi-polar but herself. Maybe she was imagining the whole thing. Maybe she wasn’t in a room with a pet vampire but had been knocked unconscious by the master vampire who she had tangled with before meeting with the strange young one in the alleyway. Without saying a single word Isi left the room with the door closed behind her. “I’m so fucking insane,” Isi whispered to herself. She might get some sleep and then cozy up to some museum plans and study them for a new heist. It wasn’t that Isi was poor or needed the money (now) she just enjoyed having a semi-private collection all to herself. The next heist would be something for herself and not for the many black market auctioneers or private buyers who requested something specifically.