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[Isi Runasimi]

“I see,” Isi muttered as she picked herself up and went to stand by the kitchen sink. She poured her coffee down the drain sick of the taste. Or maybe she just wanted to give herself something to do. She poured a bit of soap on the sponge, ran it under the water, and began to wash both the spoon and the cup. All the while she began thinking with her back turned to the vampire. It was without a single doubt, not even a tiny trace that the man who she had received text messages, spoken to, and later ran over was Hiro. “What are your thoughts?” Isi asked, but most likely ordered, though she said it in a cheery sort of way. Of course it was anything but Hiro leaving Era. You had to see them together to believe it. Was Seras jealous? Did she want revenge?

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"My thoughts, Miss Runasimi?" Seras politely questioned, not sure what Isi was getting at. Of course, then again the vampire hadn't given anything much thought. As far as she could remember, Era had long since been gone, probably passed away, and Hiro as well. But that was as far as her mind had traveled for thinking on its own. Otherwise it was drawing a blank.

Seras stood up almost immediately after Isi had, looking over at the sink while she scooted her chair in quietly. "Shall I clean those for you, Miss Runasimi?" the slave questioned, somewhat afraid of the response.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi rinsed the two small dishes. It really took no more than a few moments. “No thank you, I’m good. But maybe you can tidy around the house? I’ve never put a vacuum to the carpets before. You do know what a vacuum is?” Was it good or bad that the vampire wasn’t speaking her thoughts? Maybe she just did not have any, along with a soul. But was she so slow as to not realize that Isi had met Hiro and his most current lover? Or did she just not wish to deal with real life, preferring the present to a fantasy world. Isi dried the two dishes before placing the cup in the cabinet and the spoon in the drawer with the other silver spoons. She took out her cell phone and texted Hiro.

To Hiro: “What did you want? You owe me a new car.”

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Seras watched slowly as Isi put the silverware and dishes away. It wasn't something she had ever seen her master do, and hopefully wouldn't have to see her do again. Seras was now her slave and would take care of all the mundane chores. "Yes of course, Miss Runasimi. Straight away." She responded, leaving the room immediately and walking to the nearest broom closet to pull out a sweeper. Before long there was a soft hum of the carpets being cleaned, and afterwards the girl had noticed a few windows in the house were smudgy. She would surely get to those as well. It was a wonder, seeing her like such. Not more than four months ago she had had her own life, happy and carefree. The girl was even in love. Now, she had become nothing more than a masochistic whore of a lady, torn apart by grief and the very humiliation she adored, if only in the moment.

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Hiro heard his celli buzz and he quickly answered it. A little sigh escaped his lips when he noticed who it was from, but the content of the message nearly enraged him before his depressive nature had won him over and calmed him down. Afterall, how could this woman have the audacity to nearly strike him down with her car, then demand a new one. if he was in any right mind of his, he would kill her.

"I apologize for the inconvenience. I took the liberty of reserving and identical model at the dealer and will be picking it up ASAP. As for our deal, I'm not certain my Era would approve, tho I know I need help. :/ "

Again, he was as nice as ever, this surely was the man Seras knew.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi had never tried the whole maid thing before. She raised then that Seras should have done the dishes. Isi had always wanted a maid, she would do all the chores Isi hated and avoided. It was the sole reason paper plates were good business products, you could just toss them away, people loved paper plates. Isi had one thousand paper plates in her plate drawer though she usually ate fast food if at all since she usually forgot to eat. It seemed like the perfect thing. Why hadn’t she thought of a vampire servant ages ago? “I’m brilliant,” she muttered to herself as she glanced at her phone. Was Hiro fixing to reply or would he ignore her? She didn’t even think for half a second that Hiro would replace her car.

Isi texted the message to Hiro: “Don’t skimp on the real leather. Forget Era. You need my help and I’m the best. PS. Seras says you’re a real gentleman. If I wasn’t afraid she’d kill herself on purpose this time I’d tell her you said hi.” That had to sound that Isi was caring if she was worried about Seras. Isi was trying to figure out what Hiro needed her help with. He never really made that too clear. Did he want her help stealing a painting? Because then that few grand would be a down payment and she’d want a large percentage.

[serasalcaste]

As Seras' vaccuum hummed away cleaning the floors, she had no idea Isi was texting her old lover. Even if she did put two and two together and realize it, the girl wouldn't even know how to feel or react.

Meanwhile, Hiro read the text message reply he'd received and did his best to keep his smile on for Era. Quickly he typed a response.

"There aren't any other options that come w/ such an auto. I can't forget about anyone. And the best, I doubt it seeing as I'm still alive but you do prove your reputation. Rude much?"

After hitting send, Hiro wore a conflicted look across his face. He typed up another reply for Isi. "We shan't have to enjoy each others' company. I only asked for your assistance because short from doing it myself, you're the next best hunter by word of mouth. N you're brutality towards my kind is of interest to me. I know you shan't hesitate to aid me in putting this creature in its place."

Again, the young man remained staring at his celli long after he'd sent the last reply, finally realizing what Isi had said of his former lover. She must know Seras! and Seras was in the city as well?

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi smirked. She couldn’t imagine any other option besides real leather in the car. True. On Isi’s favorite TV show, Pawn Stars, where a bunch of family members who worked in a Pawn Shop, not a Porn Shop, bought and sold items everyday… the family members bought an original Shelby Cobra body, not a reproduction, an original, and then to cut costs they put on fake leather, fake! It was such a tearful episode. Isi could just imagine Shelby Cobra lovers weeping at the thought of fake leather. Why cut corners?

Isi wanted to text something like, ‘You’re only alive because of witnesses’ but didn’t. She was on her reply to the text message when her phone beeped again. She cleared her palate and began to write something new in response to the second message. “I can’t deny I’m intrigued. I assume the subject matter is delicate. We should meet once more.” Of course Isi never promised to be on her best behavior. It wasn’t like her to let a vampire live but she had interest and “business” (car replacement) tied in with this one. She hit send and continued back to her blueprints of the museum.

“Seras,” Isi called. She could have done the job herself but it was much more fun having someone else do it. “I need you to rent me a car. Not one with a driver. Tinted and bulletproof windows. Make sure it does not have OnStar.” Isi did not like the ‘stolen vehicle slowdown’. There were a few times when she needed her car to make a quick getaway. Thankfully she had never been chased by the Police but one could never be too sure. “It shouldn’t have any tracking chip. I don’t want it sporty. I need to blend in. But I don’t want some rubbish mobile either.”

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Hiro received the reply on his celli and stared at it for quite some time before reading it again and again and only then finally starting up a response. He erased his text through and through, unsure of how exactly to respond. He no longer, or rather he never did want HER help of all people, but perhaps her severe dislike for his kind was similar to his own so he couldn't be TOO upset with her for it. Although her brutality was completely unprofessional and vulgar, horribly unfitting for a true and proper lady like his Era. Though she too had her moments, even if Era was absolutely adorable to him especially when she was angry. But more than anything, Hiro was still very much upset for Isi trying to hurt not just him, but Era as well. He knew she was aware that Era wasn't human, otherwise surely a "professional", no matter how self proclaimed, wouldn't risk killing so many in public. If it had just been him, he wouldn't have cared quite as much but Hiro was infuriated just thinking of it.

"This may be an issue. I'm not at liberty to leave my Era alone atm, and I can't trust you near her again. We would both be in a very dangerous situation I'm afraid, and I havn't the heart to stop her anger. We'll c I suppose. Also you're car shall be ready to pick up in a day or so, I will forward the necessary paperwork if we meet, even if your vulgarity is on par with the other side of me which we both wish to do away with."

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Even with the machine on, Seras was able to hear her master clear as day and immediately shut the vacuum off and made her way to where the lady was. Listening intently to Isi, Seras thought for a moment before speaking with a nervous tremble in her lip but the rest of her face told the story of a unemotional doll. "Shall I get my friends to send you over their BMW? its everything you might need, Miss Runasimi. And of course they wouldn't mind. The auto isn't heaps traceable either. Fits right into NYC streets." Had she not been so ruined, the girl may have even smiled for her idea was actually in all aspects the best choice for her master, and would even save the lady her money though Seras would have to repay them herself.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi looked at herself in the mirror. Who had she become? She had … no … NO! She was on a mission to rid the world of abominations. Because of her hot temper it had ruined the whole thing: her car, her life as an anonymous person. She had to fix this. She had to figure out a solution. She read the text message and steamed on the inside. Isi threw the phone down on the ground, towards Seras who appeared with a response. But even that wasn’t enough to cool Isi’s temper. Her hands were clenched on her table, head downright, her eyes were closed and her heart was pacing full speed as if she had just run a marathon.

Isi’s hearing was not adapt so she heard not if the phone crunched and broke or whether Seras picked it up off the ground, saving it. It would not be a total disaster for the girl to read the message. But loyalties might get mixed if Seras were to know but a hint of what Isi wanted done. Hiro and Era both needed to die, but not before Hiro told Isi how he knew of her. Names. Addresses. Numbers. Those were all the things Isi needed. She needed to hunt down absolutely everyone. She would start with Seras’ friends but only Seras’ word kept her from doing them harm, that and it would be tricky, they seemed like professionals. So for now, Isi would leave them alone. If they left her alone, she would leave them alone. Mutuality, though Isi disliked it. They were smart, unlike Hiro.

“That … that will be fine. Hand me my phone.” Once Isi cleared her head a bit she could figure out what her next move was to be. She would track the phone number first and find out everything about the person who the number was listed to. Next, she would track the cell location by GPS using the cell tower to get an approximate location. If Hiro was but a gentleman, which Isi knew he was, he would be staying at the best hotel or accommodations one could afford in life. That led her to her next few thoughts: Did Hiro know Seras’ friends? – The ones who could supply the car. And did Hiro make an allowance for Seras’? – Is that how she received her funds? May God help Isi!

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[serasalcaste]

Seras stood staring blankly at Isi, then down at her cell that was on the ground before her feet. It had taken some damage, and flipped itself open, but for the most part she could see it was working. And there was a text message that was in need of reading. With a heavy sigh, something strange happened. A mask had been broken and with a blink of her eyes, the little vampire no longer appeared sad, or empty. In fact, even a smile crept its way across her pale lips. It would seem she was no longer the frail little girl that knew its place. The vampire in her began to give her the ladylike confidence that Isi often exhibited. Her master had only but seen the girl like this a few times.

"Wellz, i think you have a txty, miss Isi." Seras giggled to herself with a hand to her lips as she bent down and without even asking, picked up the lady's cell. But upon reading the text, tears welled up in her eyes. No longer could the vampire in her deny the heart filled sorrow that her other side felt. "You've... you've been txting him...? He's.... he's here? Hiro's alive....? B-b-but.... no!"

Tears poured down Seras' face as she held her head in pain. It was all just too much for her to understand and cope with at once. "I killed him... honest! how could he be txting you?!" the girl fell down to her knees and wept, unable to stop herself anymore. But then, a single word in the txt caught her attention. Era.

"H-her?... Era... why? what's going on Hiro? Please...." Seras picked the cell back up and stared at it for an eternity, crying and constantly rereading the words over and over again. Finally , the vampire made her way to Isi and slammed the phone down on the counter with such strength it nearly shattered. "Im going to see Hiro." she stammered before turning to leave and walking out of the kitchen slowly.


After a few moments, somewhere down the hallway, Seras fell to her hands and knees and bawled her eyes out. The look across her face once again became blank as her mind did the best to cope with everything and amongst all the confusion she only wished to once again remain as hopeless and distraught as before. Never thinking for herself, never being human enough to hurt and have emotions. Whatever lapse in judgement had made her have a fit and for a few moments not want to be by Isi's side anymore and to almost despise her, it seemed to have passed and the girl was as emotionally hurt as before. It was true she suffered from bipolar disorder but to have been turned into a vampire and lost the will the want to be one, it only made her life and emotions more difficult.

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[Isi Runasimi]

The fabric from the jeans made a scratchy sound as she walked. Isi’s face made an odd expression as she heard Seras’ confession. “You. Killed. Hiro.” Of course that really only meant that Seras was the one who had turned Hiro in the first place. She almost rubbed her temples in the heat of the confusion. “He’s alive Seras… He’s not dead. This is why I didn’t tell you in the first place.” Isi knew she should feel a tang of guilt but she felt guiltless. She wanted to jump and scream at Seras’, hit and punch and beat her until she was bleeding from every single skin cell, to scream at the girl to tell her to pull herself together.

“You’re NOT going anywhere. Do you understand me?” As Seras turned her back to walk out of the kitchen, Isi placed her hand on her shoulder. Of course that was something one would do with a human. Seras wasn’t a human. Isi picked up the nearest object, the silver and gray teakettle, and struck the girl in her head with as much force as she could muster. It wouldn’t kill her because she was a vampire, but a human would be pretty much knocked out and in need of some surgery to relieve the pressure on the brain from broken skull bones. “Don’t make me strike you again. Besides, you don’t know where to look. Or do you?”

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The girl took a step back to balance herself as Isi struck her head hard with some object she had picked up off the counter. Seras put her hand to her head, feeling the wound healing almost immediately, but the blood on her pale hands made her eyes grow wide. Her fangs grew in and the colour in her eyes shifted into the most brilliant pinkish shade.

"No... no.... i killed him... honest! I c-couldnt... i didnt stop... he got heaps cold! More than always. he didn't move or say anything no more!" Seras leaned against the wall out in the hallway for support. "He... he didn't move no more... i thoughts maybe he wuz just sleeping but he never moved no more. not ever." Shaking the pain away from her head, Seras thought long and hard about everything. She was growing desperate. She didn't know what to do or believe. Was Isi telling the truth? No! she was always such a lier, if it benefit her she would say and do anything. But on the other hand, Seras believed her to have been nicer than usual to her.

The look in the vampire's eyes suggest she had become something other than the sad little girl Isi had long since taken advantage of. It was as if she was a completely different person, or rather something inhuman. But still, there was a saddness in her glare of malice. She was desperate to find her lover. Having been turned by Hiro, Seras was biologically and emotionally attached to him. No matter what. She was a slave to her lust and love for the man.

Seras shoved Isi away from her after noticing the woman was still holding the blood stained object she had been hit with. Her strength pushed Isi away quite recklessly, but not enough to kill her or hurt her badly. Just to stumble a bit. With tears running down her cheeks, Seras began to lick at her stained hand. She knelt down and held herself, her heart hurting and the confusion in her mind ruining everything. But most of all, the guilt for what she had done to Hiro had resurfaced tenfold.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi watched as the vampire within the girl took over and her body began to heal. The wound in which Isi had so selfishly implicated was gone in a matter of a few seconds. The wound resulted in blood everywhere. Though the wound had vanished the turmoil had most certainly not. Seras had now been dirtied with her very red vampire blood. Her perfectly dentist approved teeth now had points at the end. The girl had “vamped” out so to speak. Isi had only seen her do that once and it had been an absolutely disguising memory; breasts exposed, lap of a master, feeding.

“That’s how it always is… When a human is turned.” Isi sounded almost regretful. And you would think she sounded regretful, that is, if you didn’t know her. “The body must die a true death before,” Isi pointed her arm to Seras indicating the vampire girl. “As for how long the sleep. I once met a vampire who had been asleep for five hundred years and woke at the smallest drop of blood.” Isi recalled the deep underground tunnels and accidentally awakening a very ancient vampire by the name of Xavier. The day had ended when Isi killed Xavier; pushed him out into the sunlight. It was a close call but a very worthy hunt.

Isi was pushed ever so violently. She wasn’t expecting such but still managed to brace herself. She was forced back a few inches and managed to take most of the hit on her upper arms, areas which would take the impact of force if force must be taken. Isi had on a hellish face. “Do NOT push your master.” As Seras was licking her hands, knelt down with no way to really roll over seeing as how the girl was on her knees, Isi marched up to the vampire and struck her once more with the pan. “Repeat after me. I will not strike my master.” Isi held the pan threatingly in her hand. Her maid had to know when she crossed the line and she would be punished when she did so.

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[serasalcaste]

Seras took another blow to the head from Isi's pan, knocking her back onto her bum, but still she said nothing. For just a moment, hatred and anger burned in her eyes, but it was very soon drowned out by guilt and depression. The vampire in her wanted to kill Isi. but the human still left in her soul was more apologetic than ever for all she had done.

"Hiro.... he... he turned me... I killed him tho... I didn't mean to. Honest!" Seras whispered before the monster in her gave the girl the confidence again to stand up for itself. If only it knew how horrible it would feel for it all later. Being that Hiro was still probably alive, the confusion was killing her, letting her dormant vampire run rampant with the girl inside not able to fight it off so well anymore. She really seemed like two different people.

"That whiney little runt may be yours, but like hellz I am." Seras stood up, a look of magenta in her eyes more bright than ever. her pearly fangs stuck out between her pale, blood stained lips. She tore the pan out of Isi's hand with ease and threw it aside, but before the lady could attack Isi, a sad look overcame her and she quickly turned away and ran.

Somewhere all the way downstairs in her basement, Seras hid in the darkness of her cold, concrete and steel cell that Isi build far underground to torture of hold her kind captive. She had been here recently, only a few days prior, but now the little girl turned vampire regained her old self and hid. She had her knees up to her chest and her face burried, tears everywhere. Her entire body was shivering very much. Anyone could see she was horribly frightened, but it never seemed to matter to someone as selfish as Isi. Especially because she hated her kind. It never occurred to her that she only wanted to be turned because she was in love, and had since regretted it. Maybe Isi thought it was the other way around, but sooner or later she would realize that Seras wasn't the original vampire in the situation.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Could it be said that Isi politely listened? “I care not the order of your turning. I did not order you to speak.” The hunter knew she sounded cruel but that was the way she wanted it. She could not have Seras turning on her. She had to break the girl’s spirit; she was already so broken that it would be an easy job. Isi had never broken a person that she kept alive. This would be quite different but she couldn’t imagine it would be very hard.

Isi’s eyes opened wide and showed surprise. Seras took the pan from Isi’s hand and before she could strike the hunter flew. “What… what the hell.” Isi muttered. Did Seras have a second personality? It seemed to make sense though Isi never would have guessed without the outburst. Isi didn’t know how to describe it. The outburst, the sense of pure confidence, it was like a Seras she had never seen before. Isi … Isi liked this. She wasn’t attracted to women but it was seriously hot, the control, the …

The first thing Isi pulled out of her drawer was a gun, taped to the top. “Who the hell are you? You’re not Seras.” Isi slowly moved down the stairs of the basement. She was intrigued. She spotted the vampire hugging her knees. It had not occurred to the hunter that the vampire was frightened and scared. “Who are you!” Isi asked while she pointed the gun at the vampire.

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