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[serasalcaste]

At her question the vampiress was genuinely confused by her words. She had heard the term used but a few times in her life, normally something mistakenly overheard as men would speak derogatory remarks of her, all the while defiling her in ways she wouldn't have even enjoyed with her boyfriend. Though at that time in her life, lovemaking was an art. It was true. Now, it was nothing more than an escape that made her feel useful to someone, anyone, even if only for a few hours in a night. It often let her get more drugs which also made her feel wondrous. Anything to rid her mind of the horrors of life without her true love this vampiress partook in.

"I... I'm heaps sorry miss... I... I don't understand.."

The girl drew her gaze up slowly, it no longer hanging down at her feet but briefly met eyes with the lady before her. Again Seras tufted her hair about as she promptly took out a compaq from her back pocket. Thanks to her liquid eyeliner and expensive but light mineral foundation her complexion and make was perfect, despite taking two blows to the head. And what brilliant attacks they had been! Seras still felt her head throbbing in pain, but with each ounce of pulsating pain, with each point she felt as though the blood would flow out from beneath her eyes, the smile on her face grew more true. She was in love with this. The entire situation appealed to her. In that very instant, without even so much as having to ask, she would have done anything for Isi simply for treating her exactly how she wished to be treated. It made her feel great again, in her own bizarre notion.

The vampiress glanced down at the lady's boots, and while they weren't struck with blood the fine leather was still to be plagues with a very minute scuff. Perhaps it was merely a figment of her imagination. Nonetheless, Seras heart sunk.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" She immediately knelt down and wiped them off with her handkerchief, despite nothing being there at all. She glanced up at Isi through tear filled eyes. "Please... I'm sorry Miss. Honest! I didn't mean to get your boots dirty! Honest! Can't I buy you a new set? Oh please miss?" The girl was obviously desperate, though there weren't but a speck of dust on her stunning boots.

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[Isi Runasimi]

GOT MORE RECORDS THAN THE KGB
M.I.A.
THIRD WORLD DEMOCRACY

§ Isi stood still, arching her back, making it straight. Her hand was still crunched into the shape of a fist more because it would have hurt an ounce to move her fingers. She couldn't help but listen to the girl chatter away. Her manner of speaking with her choice of words .. English? But Isi got the distinct feeling that the girl was telling the God honest truth - That she had no idea what Isi was talking about. Was she talking to a child?

"Fetish .. you know .. you enjoy it. You know, you have an orgasm for pain .. whatever."

§ Isi was doing a horrid job of explaining. There was nothing wrong with having a fetish, though Isi would never admit so! She herself had quite a few fetishes. It was simply orgasmic to put bullets into a vampire, stake them, watch then write in pain under the rising sun. To put bullets into a werewolf, watch them go down, and cut them in a billion pieces. To cut off someones fingers, rip off their toes, peel their eyelids off, their skin. . Her body could write with pleasure to the sound of their pain.

"Hmph!"

§ Isi was pretty much done with the girl. She could torture someone for hours and keep them alive, but it was no fun torturing this girl unless she could kill her when she finished. And since she could not .. The girl must have sensed that too for she pulled out a makeup compaq. Isi was sort of reminded that she too should probably buy one. Isi ran her fingers through her hair, reminding herself why she was still in the alleyway with this girl? She should probably leave ... and take her broken bags with her just because.

§ Isi's eyebrows ran up as her eyes turned big. The girl got on her knees and began to wipe at Isi's designer boots. Her boots were clean, had they gotten dirty she would have thrown a fit and beaten the girl to no more than a pulp without care of pain for her fists. Having someone clean her boots ... sort of like a manservant ... Words could not describe the experience. But it was a good one, experience that is.

Isi grinned and placed a hand on her hip. She was oddly reminded of the experience with Maddie. Isi had cut herself with her own knife in the subway and Maddie took Isi back to get the wound bandaged. Isi only went because she didn't want her blood dripping everywhere. Maddie accidentally saw Isi's guns, ran away and hid in her own apartment. Then Isi sort of got excited, found Maddie. Then somehow they had ended up on the bed with "toys", but that was all that happened. Isi left, making plans to kill the girl at a later date. She was of course alive, for now.

"Yeah, I guess I need a new set of boots because of you."

§ Isi sort of guessed that this girl was slightly homeless or something. Isi doubted that she could afford the price of the boots. She was raised with a love of all the finer things in life. And boots that cost more than a small car certainly were finer things in life. Perhaps Isi would take in this girl, make her her man slave, the sort of thing they had in the olden days.

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"It... it makes me feel so warm inside, miss. I love it heaps.... I wanna be dandy for boys and girls...."

Seras admitted quietly to what she believed the lady was talking of, but couldn't be quite sure.

It was indeed true this girl before Isi acted peculiar enough to suggest her inability to reside alone in such a big and bustling city, but alas a woman such as her surely would have recognized her very much expensive compaq and the makeup the vampiress wore was also top notch. Her hair had gotten a bit tussled in their confrontation and the previous with her, but it smelled daintily of the most exquisite hairspray. Yet not once had this girl mentioned a single thing about where she was going, where she was living, or what as a matter of fact was she doing in New York City itself.

Seras put the handkerchief back into her small purse and smiled. They looked brand new once again and were prestigious. Quite expensive indeed and completely not in need of replacement. However, the girl rightfully felt it was her sole obligation in that moment. It was her immediate goal in life. All that mattered to her was to be a brilliant little girl to this lady and do what she asks of her. Afterall, she said so herself she could use knew boots now.

"... because of you."

The words rang deep in her mind, playing through and through again. Finally Seras took a step back before rising completely, still thankfully shorter than Isi being that she wore flats this day. Seras opened her wallet and glanced inside. Anyone could tell it was nearly overflowing with unorganized bills and a few pieces of plastic. Nearly half of it, however, was still pound notes she hadnt yet exchanged, though there were enough larger dollar bills in it to buy more than one pair of the boots Isi wore if need be.

"Is.... Is this enough, Miss ?" The girl asked with big smiling eyes. She honestly looked as if she were just a child, and still rarely understood the concept of the American dollar. Most of her savings were back at her hotel room, but it was still unknown to her how outrageous it is to be walking around the city with a few thousand dollars in large bills simply in a wallet. Seras smiled cautiously and looked envious almost of something this lady before her had, though the little vampire had both wealth and beauty already. But just then, she happened to glance down and realized Isi's hand was probably still hurting a bit from hitting her so hard. Instantly her eyes grew horribly sad and tears wanted to roll down her cheeks. Seras felt absolutely horrible for hurting the lady's beautiful body, and cared nothing about the pain she was instilled by it. Instead, she quickly took off her silk scarf and tore it to a shorter piece. She gently took the lady's hand in hers, her touch most careful and caring, and wrapped it in the cold and soothing silk.

"Please... please don't be upset miss. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your hand. Really!"

Just then, at the mention of someone being upset over a matter, a certain strain of thoughts fell into the girl's mind to wreak havoc. Somehow, she had been a terrible person. Those men had approached her for a good time earlier, and the girl somehow worked up the false courage enough to fight against it. It was obvious to her her vampiric strength had helped her, that in itself greatly tormenting the side of her that wished to remain human. But also, she denied men what they came looking to her for. She managed to deny someone pleasures. It hurt her immensely to think she could have done such a thing, when typically the petite vampire wouldn't complain a single time about being brutally gang raped and left presumably for dead. It was all she knew how to make people happy anymore. It was the single thing that kept her feeling needed. And as of late, the word on the street had gotten out, and thus her body was defiled time and time again, night after night, by man after man. In a few short weeks, she had managed to become somewhat of a infamous sex slave to the new york underground. People often sought her out and it only made her happier to know she could be of use to so many people.

The little vampiress continued to kneel before Isi and grew noticeably silent. Tears welled up in her eyes but wouldn't dare spill down her paled cheeks. The realization of how she had betrayed those men and denied what they should have been given willingly hit her hard. In that instant, tears of blood slowly streaked her face.

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[Isi Runasimi]

GOT MORE RECORDS THAN THE KGB
M.I.A.
THIRD WORLD DEMOCRACY

§ Isi was usually a person who couldn't be phased. She could walk right in front of a cop loaded with weapons and her heart wouldn't skip a beat. She could see a homeless mother with her three children begging for change and a nice warm place to sleep and Isi wouldn't bat an eye in her direction nor was she inclined to donate anything. But to hear the girl say she enjoyed pleasuring boys and girls to be "dandy" for them made her goosh out a deep breath of air making a low "wooshing" sound.

". . . that's . . . "

§ What did one say to that? For the first time in her life, Isi couldn't think of anything to say. Was the girl a prostitute? If so, she should have picked one up ages ago if they were all like this girl. But diseases ... germs ... they were things Isi disliked - She washed her hands at least ten times a day, sometimes more. But if the girl had herpes or something like AIDS / HIV, then Isi would have to regrettably leave her here ... homeless. And then Isi would of course run off to the nearest sink and wash her hands until they were burnt raw from the heat.

§ Isi watched as the girl stood up, looking into her wallet. Isi could see the many colors of the various dollar bills. Isi knew her money, mostly because she stole it and some / most of her dollars were in forms other than American dollars. That was ... a lot of money! Did the girl obtain it in devious ways? Did prostitutes make that much money? Money! Money! Money!

"How did you get that money? You're not homeless ... are you ... ."

§ Isi was slightly dissapointed that the girl wasn't homeless. Now she couldn't take the girl in and have her be her manservant; like an Alfred to a Bruce Wayne, AKA Batman. Isi wanted the girl and or a manservant and or a womanservant! Now that the idea was in her head she was fixing to make what she wanted a reality. The last thing she needed was to kidnap the daughter of a rich embassador, but this girl was just too sweet and innocent! For some reason Isi wanted her.

". . . aye . . . aye . . . whut?"

§ Isi was stuttering, something she hadn't done in a very long time! The girl had removed a scarf from around her neck, tore it, and then tied it around her fist - As if she had known it hurt. For some reason she was dumbfounded. Usually she would have reacted, taken a step backwards, taken a side step backwards, a gun in face, a knife in chest ... but she remained solemly still as Maddie fixed her up.. No wait.. This girl was not Maddie! Not Maddie! Not Maddie.

"That's ... um ... okay?"

§ That was as close to something nice as Isi could say, even in her current shook up state. And unlike all the other times when she spoke, and all the other times where she was lying, Isi sincerely meant it. She sincrely meant it! - What she said, that being. She had forgiven the girl... That was just wow! Let both girls forget that Isi's fist would not be aching had she not felt the need to pummel the girl in the first place. Isi watched the girl sink to her knees and after a moment, begin to cry. She didn't know that they were tears of blood.

"Hey ... don't cry ... okay? I hate it when people cry! ... Umm ... ummm ... mmm ... I said I forgive you! Auh ... How about I buy you an ice cream or something?"

§ Isi was doing her best to try and comfort the girl, sort of. She disliked it when people cried. To Isi, it showed weakness. She scolded herself severely when she cried, even when she was cutting onions. The ice cream was something Isi slightly wanted; to spent ten dollars on ice cream was nothing. Isi could light her cigarettes with a fifty dollar bill - Though she didn't spoke, it was a much better uphamism them bum wiping.

"Everyone likes ice cream!"

{{Maybe it turns dark? <3 }}

[serasalcaste]

The sun had long since begun its descent whilst the two girls chatted, and now only its last rays peaked their way between the tall buildings throughout the city. It felt wonderful to her skin, no longer being constantly heated into irritation or pain. However, the bizarre girl missed it certainly as well. The sheer burning sensation that reminded her day in and day out that she was in fact, unfortunately, still alive made her scream in absolute agony several times before, but as of late the most brilliant thing she'd ever experience was the punch of this beautiful lady before it. Somehow, it excited her as much as it did frighten her immensely.

Still, Seras knew instantly that the girl was appalled by what she had told her. The fact that she enjoyed, or believed she enjoyed, pleasuring anyone at their leisure perhaps made her out to seem disgusting, and the things she'd endured for the cause were certainly on par with that assumption, but the girl was no prostitute. She never received money for letting men use her as merely an object of sex, and in fact often got alot of it stolen in the process. It was something she simply did to occupy herself and to feel good about doing something. It made her feel wanted again. Useful.

"I... no.... I'm not....." She began to whisper. "They don't pay...... Hiro gave me this money.."

The mention of his name startled her. She hadn't barely spoken his name in the past week and the increased thoughts about him intruding her mind made her seek men to rape her all the more. Seras couldn't even count how many times she spent hours on end dumped in an alleyway, or perhaps left amidst a secluded park or the like. She did anything to rid herself of such tormenting memories. They were happy, but nothing she's ever had recently had made her ever feel the same. However, her inhuman body made her tolerate more pain than most and she hadn't ever contracted any diseases either. Even her many scars healed promptly. Everyday the girl grew more and more vampiric, leaving her human side behind, and it led her to feel even more insecure and disgusted with herself. In her mindset, there was nothing more useless and worthless than herself. Chewing gum beneath a passerby's shoe had more purpose. This in turn left her to never acknowledge her many strong suites, as her brilliant talents in culinary arts and household chores, painting, her impeccable eye for fashion and beauty, and mostly her strong loving nature.


"No..... I.... Im staying at a hotel miss.... sometimes..."

The petite vampiress looked up slowly, her tear filled eyes and blood streaked cheeks glistening in the moonlight. It was quite a sight. Wether to find it strangely beautiful or downright frightening was a hard choice for anyone.

The little girl immediately attempted to wipe her tears away but were only followed by more. She felt absolutely horrible inside and out. The cool, soothing of the night air upon her skin, the chilling breeze, it was too comforting to someone who enjoyed pain. Without her scarf, it was also perhaps too cold, but she made no mention of it. She had given the expensive silk linen up for a much better cause. Still, she cried.

"I'm so sorry... please... please don't be mad? I promise I'll be good. Heaps good! Honest!"

Still she tried her best to wipe her tears away.

It was true the girl absolutely loved ice cream more than any dessert on the planet, but she could only vaguely remember the last time having it. Her previous lover had always taken her to the most exquisite shops and cafes n often treated her. However, in her current state, having someone treat her to anything other than a night of pain was unheard of.

"No... that's alright... I don't... I mean, if its 'kay with you... I need to buy you new boots, miss."

At the mention of the chilled treat, what little sense of life left in her lit up in the depths of her eyes, but was soon burned out and won over by her severe depression. Seras looked aside, ashamed at even getting a little excited over ice cream. At heart, perhaps she still was just a cute child. But the last thing she wanted was for anyone to spend any sort of money on her, especially not someone whom she had just hurt.

Again, the girl heard an uncanny voice in the back of her head.

"Buy her boots, will you? An arse!"

"It's only right, miss. Afterall, I've ruined hers!" Seras spoke softly and glanced away in hopes Isi would somehow not notice.

"Have a looksie! They're right as rain!"

"They aren't! Please... don't say that! I want her happy again!"

"Awh, What's a baghead like you know? If you want to bag off with the bird, just run along and give the lass an aussie kiss."

"What? Uh, No! I didn't say I wanted that!"

"Don't be ridiculous! Though I can't blame you, she's quite bang-tidy!"

"You've got it all wrong! Please... just away and shite... please leave me be..."

Seras did her best to regain control over herself. In truth, she had conversed quite often in the past weeks with her estranged personality that lived inside her. It had even often acted out and made her do things she came to regret deeply, but this time Seras was able to fight off the urge to simply make love to Isi. The vampiress took a seat upon the cold pavement in the darkened alleyway once again, burying her face in her knees. She slowly pushed her wallet towards the lady in an attempted apology. In truth, the little girl had become quite the heroin addict as of late and without it, she began to experience manic mood swings all the more. It was something of a sad story indeed. She had always been the most gorgeous girl wherever she had gone, but Hiro was the only person who had ever made her truly feel as such. Believing he had left her, Seras constantly ruined her body. Had it not been for vampirism taking over, she would have long since kicked the bucket. Her health, however, was slowly but surely deteriorating. It would seem nearly every habit aside from shopping the girl kept with was detrimental to her body. Be it multitudes of drugs or sex and violence, her life had been heading downhill since she departed from her lover. If not for her vain urge to constantly look as beautiful as could be for others, surely others would have clearly noticed the lacking of life in her.



*im sryy its too long *

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[Isi Runasimi]

GOT MORE RECORDS THAN THE KGB
M.I.A.
THIRD WORLD DEMOCRACY

§ Isi instantly began to regret what she had said earlier, or how she had taken a tone. She could make someone feel very ashamed of themselves. She found herself blushing. She would have worn makeup had it not reminded her constantly that her skin was several shades darker than someone who was pure Caucasian. It was best to pretend she was as white and pale toned as the ghost girl she was speaking too. It was like, if she couldn't see herself in the mirror then she looked like everyone else.

§ Isi could just imagine herself buying make up. She would buy it in the shade she wished her tone was. And then when she applied it it would look rather silly on her! She would look like a clown.. And that, that was the reason Isi didn't wear make-up. Her mind seemed to blink.. Was Hiro her pimp? A client? Her body gave an involuntary shudder. Enough with the pimps and the sex thoughts! Had she any food in her stomach, she might feel the need to retch.

"It's... it's okay.. Just forget I said anything. What hotel?"

§ It took Isi a few minutes, but she was finally able to reply to that "Hiro" comment. If anyone else was overhearing their conversation, they might have thought Isi was mental since it took her a few minutes of full silence to reply.. But little did they know she had been shocked to silence.. It was probably best to just forget who Hiro was. To just not ask. Not ask...! Isi would NOT ask who he was!

"I'm not ... not mad. Okay? Honest!"

§ Was Isi feeling remorse? It wasn't as if she needed new boots. It wasn't as if she was poor and couldn't afford them. It wasn't as if she was even playing a game, trying to get someone else to buy her things like a poker addict.

"Well then, let's get a pair of Manolo Blahnik's. I've been dying to strut around in them!"

§ Those boots cost fourteen thousand dollars, and, they were the ugliest things Isi had ever seen! Maybe they would look better in person - Hopefully. But Isi wasn't making any promises to herself. It was just that those boots cost fourteen thousand thus making them pretty to some people who would wear a squirrel on their head if it cost them twenty-three thousand dollars. . .

"W... what?"

§ Though it sounded more like "whut" when it came out of Isi's mouth. How could she not notice the conversation the girl was having with herself? Her ears weren't perfect, like that of a vampire's hearing, so she had no idea what the hell the girl was chatting to herself about and Isi didn't care. She moved forwards, and instead of slapping the girl, she punched her in the face!

"You're getting hysterical!"

§ Isi found that she sort of needed to defend herself for punching her new friend in the face! And did that punch feel good! - Even if it was with the same hand that was bandaged in designer silk. Designer silk! Isi's eyes seemed to pop as she just now made the realization. But whatever... She was focused on the girl. If she invited her home to be her Alfred to Isi's batman, would the girl kill her in her sleep? Thank God that there must be pills out there for this sort of thing. Pills... they would solve everything!

"Now just shut your British pipe and let's get a move on to the store before it closes!"

[serasalcaste]

The look in Seras' eyes grew more and more distant and lacking in emotion. They were deathly empty, but before anyone would notice immediately glazed over with a false happiness not any typical person could hope to see through. Most didn't even care enough.

"Um... the Palace, miss... it's heaps swell there..."

The girl answered what she was asked promptly, only to unwillingly follow it with a thought escaping her lips.

"Hiro.... Im sorry Im heaps no good for you anymore... Im too gross.... b-but I miss you-"

The girl cut herself off and sighed sadly, what happiness in life seeming to leave her then.

"It's alright now, Sir... I can't love me anymore either..."

Even under her breath in half hearted thoughts, this was the first time she had suggested in the presence of Isi her past relationship with this Hiro. Truly, both of them had been in love, but this man had been the only living being to ever make the girl feel honest and helpful enough to finally be able to say she might like herself. As she is now obviously alone and quite distraught over the matter, it was apparent something had ended on the most terrible of notes, and, if at least in her belief, she was to blame. Seras took a deep breath and forced herself not to cry, bottling up every last emotion with only a false happiness on the exterior. However, with each passing day, the smile she wore through all her torment grew more and more true as her hatred for herself grew exponentially. It had even gotten to the point in which she reserved her hotel room for the entire month in advance simply to give herself enough time to thoroughly clean the shower-room. Nearly every night after being defiled in unimaginable ways, she had gone home and slit her wrists, only to wake up in the morning with her wounds having healed far too fast to have bled her body dry. Had it not been for her vampiric healing, many men would surely have noticed the hundreds upon hundreds of scars Seras had brought to herself, as only now the deepest most meaningful ones remained.


Immediately following the blow to her pale face, Seras neither squirmed in pain or yelped at all. She had learned from the last time this lady forced violence on to her and didn't dare open her mouth again. Instead, she simply took out her compaq and checked her make once more as if to tell her "I'm all pretty again, should you feel the need to hit me some more." though the girl was unsure wether it was merely a thought or something she had actually said aloud.

The little vampire couldn't deny she enjoyed every bit of this lady's company, but like any other human being, she too had her ways of making Seras realize how inferior she truly was. Perhaps it was a complex on the vampiress' end.

Seras stood slowly and brushed herself off, despite no real amount of dust having built up on her designer jeans. It was a habit of sorts. She smiled brilliantly for her friend, never to further suggest her inner torment or the pain in her face from such an exquisite blow. In fact, one wouldn't ever have guessed this little girl took a punch to the face just moments prior.

"I'm heaps sorry, miss. I'm right as rain now... ready to go."

The little vampire's british accent was more prevalent since meeting Isi, but the moment she came to realize it she bit her tongue.

"You're such an arse Seras..." a whisper escaped her cold lips.

Truly it was deranged for one to have held such a conversation with herself, but now the girl didn't so much as need the voice in the rear of her mind to tell her how much of an idiot she was, or how despicable. Even her new 'friend', if she dared to call someone so superior as such, made her feel ridiculous for being british and incredibly out of place. However, as hysterical as the girl felt inside and out, she wouldn't dare open her mouth unnecessarily again. Not after Isi had told her to be quiet.

Seras grew extremely quiet as she followed a pace behind Isi, making their way down the street towards a few designer stores. It was the more expensive place to be in town, but alas Seras, too, knew it well. She had just come from near there before meeting this fine young lady whom she had come to adore. Her styling was eccentric and beautiful, her look was astounding. Everything about her, the vampire took note, was wondrous and lovely. However, it soon brought a saddened frown to the little one's lips. This lady was absolutely amazing in her eyes, and not only had she upset her, but managed to hurt her hand as well. It brought a certain pain to her heart she hadn't felt in forever. Was she beginning to feel love towards this lady? Or was it merely admiration? Whatever feeling it may have been exactly, it still reminded her of her humanity, something the likes of which she only truly knew with her Hiro.

Thinking of her lover as they walked to the store made her fall considerably more than a few simple steps behind the lady. Finally noticing, Seras immediately closed the gap.

"Im heaps sorry, miss. I didn't mean to keep you waiting. Honest! Please don't be mad?"

The girl pleaded, but felt horrible for even opening her mouth and speaking out before being spoken to first. Wasted breath was certainly something Isi didn't appear fond of, and the vampire braced for another hit to her head. Her smile was impeccable in covering her true feelings. It was always something she was brilliant at. Putting on the best look for everyone else, to please others was what she had done all her life, even if it meant pretending her hardest not to have real feelings of her own. As far as she was concerned, she didn't deserve such a luxury, especially not as an inhuman vampire as she was now. To make matters worse, the girl was trying her best to behave 'normally' and to make Isi happy at any cost, but knew she must be failing miserably. Still, despite it hurting deep inside, Seras continued to wear a gorgeous smile that would make anyone fall for her and wouldn't regret catering to the lady's every whim. In the months since her departure from her lover, the girl had become nothing more than a slave to everyone.

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[Isi Runasimi]

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M.I.A.
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§ Isi couldn't help but let out a little girlish giggle when the girl let out that she was staying at the Palace hotel. That was a very nice hotel! It was simply gorgeous! There was even a private helicopter pad on the roof, if Isi believed. Oh, she would have given anything to be sitting in the lounge, sipping a Palace cappuccino, watching the girl check into a room. She would have loved to watch the expression on the check in man's face.. They were always so rude when you were checking in, and when they realized you had money they were a kiss ass...

"I really would have given anything to see you check into the Palace."

§ Isi couldn't let out a sigh, but it was one of neutrality. It was good to hit something pretty yet the girl was slightly annoying. Isi only slapped / punched her because she was getting hysterical, it wasn't as strong a hit as earlier. She ran her hair behind her ears, then shook it out. With her fingers in her pockets, Isi half turned, giving the girl her back, and began to walk out of the alley. She knew of course that the girl would follow her. It was like Isi had her own little pet! This would be fun!

"NOT MAD!"

§ Isi wasn't mad when she told the girl to shut her bloody British pipe. Didn't people always use the word "bloody" in England? Isi had visited England a few times before, but she had never stayed long. It was in her earlier days when she worked as as assassin / hitman for hire. But of course when she said: "Not Mad", she did sound extremely mad! She sort of yelled it. Isi looked back over her shoulder to see the girl behind her. She was getting tired of calling her "she" or "girl". What was her name. Isi sighed once before speaking.

"What's your name?"

[serasalcaste]

Seras simply nodded at her comment. The most she could immediately recall, the man behind the counter had given her quite a look when she first checked into the hotel. It wasn't until she placed a large sum of cash before him that he even dared wipe the smug look off his face and actually find her a room. She sighed a bit at the thought, them promptly covered her mouth as if she had just said something horrible.

Moments later, Isi again declared she wasn't mad at her in a rather loud and daunting voice. It cauht her by slight surprise and nearly startled her, but she wouldn't dare even gasp, unless of course if she had been told to.

The two started down the street, Seras a few short paces following obediently behind. She wouldn't wish to leave Isi's presence, but wouldn't ever stand on equal grounds with such an exquisite being. A disgusting vampire like herself held no right to, as well as she thought.

"Seras... my name's Seras, miss." The vampire spoke quietly in an intimidated voice. "Im sorry I hadn't said anything earlier."

With that, the girl cut herself off short and sweet, a pleasant smile on her pretty little face. A strange look lit up in her eyes just then.

"Oh look! miss, there's your store now!"

Seras pointed daintily over to a nearby store that was still thankfully open for the evening. She looked awfully excited about spending ridiculous amounts of money on her new acquaintance. After all, she began to loathe buying herself things more and more. Of course her habitual fancy towards pretty things often led her to purchase new clothing and such, but moments later she always felt horrible for having spend money on such a gross creature. Again, she bit her tongue for having spoken out of place.

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[Isi Runasimi]

GOT MORE RECORDS THAN THE KGB
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§ Isi was a bit wary, walking ahead of the girl, Seras - But only for a single moment. She would never walk behind of anyone - Ever! If someone was walking behind her on the dark street all alone, she would stop, and turn and stare until they passed her by. But with Seras ... it was like she forgot basic rules. The girl would be like her little pet. So she didn't give it a second thought, walking in front of Seras and giving the girl her back.

"Seras. Is that a popular British name? I'm ... I'm Isi."

§ Of course Isi didn't actually care if Seras was a popular British name. It was nice just to chit chat. She could imagine why people just sat around all day and chatted. Isi hesitated for a few moments and her hesitation was clear. She could give Seras a fake name or she could give Seras a real name - Her real name! Before she knew it, Isi gave her real name. She could spot off fake names and pass them off as her real name as easy as key lime pie. Isi never gave away her real name! It was a big thing for Isi, giving away her real name.

"Yeah, there it is!"

§ It was time to try out Seras. Isi began to hum something she was making up on the spot as she crossed the street to get to the shoppe. She stopped before the door and turned so her "personal assistant manservant" could open the door for her. The "personal assistant manservant" was of course Seras! Isi couldn't help but grin. .

[serasalcaste]

Seras shrugged a bit when the lady had questioned of her name, but she knew the lack of caring in her voice. It was merely friendly chatter afterall.

"Isi... I like that name..." she thought to herself, never daring to speak freely again.

They continued along until coming before the store, and the girl did her best to make it to the door before her lady but alas on her way across the street she had to stop for a passing car. Seras smiled brilliantly as she noticed Isi had waited for her. Though it was only for her to do her job, it made her feel wanted and happier.

The vampiress politely held the door open for Isi and closed it after them. There was just something amazing about the boutique that excited her every time she set foot into it, but this time the girl calmed herself and glanced up at Isi. She wanted to take her hand and lead her to where there were those expensive and bizarre boots on display, but was weary on the idea. Her hand fluttered beside Isi's.

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[Isi Runasimi]

GOT MORE RECORDS THAN THE KGB
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§ Isi couldn't help but grin as Seras opened the door and stepped inside. She had to control herself and she honestly found it hard. She would be grinning like an idiot had she not been biting down on her bottom lip. She was biting her lip as her lips were closed, chomping down on the piece of bottom lip that was inside her mouth so no one would be able to see what she was doing. It thus made her look like her lips were larger than moments earlier. If Isi could cry, she just might out of sheer happiness!

"I'm looking for a pair of boots. Something from this season, perhaps."

§ You had to be quite rude to the workers. If you weren't rude they would think and assume that you couldn't afford to shop here. Isi was quite sure that more of the people who visited shoppes such as these were window shopping and such, those who wished to try on a pair of five thousand dollar boots for just a few moments with no grand intention of purchasing. Isi was dressed alright, her clothes were in the upper price range. But she might look rather silly with a broken scarf tied to her hand. It took all her willpower to not look down at her hand. Thankfully she was at an angle to the shoppe girls and thus, it was hidden from sight.

§ Isi glanced aroud the shop, she had probably been here before. But all shops sort of looked the same. There were giant displays with only a few products displayed on each display. Isi would and could even admit to herself that some of the display shelves looked prettier than the shoes! But nowadays it wasn't so much as to the look of the shoe rather than the cost of one. Using her thumb and forefinger, Isi took off the scarf tied to her hand and placed it half in and half out of her pocket. She didn't need to glance behind her to know that Seras was still here, she hadn't heard the door open yet again. Though what would she do if she left? - Pound her again?

[serasalcaste]

Seras retracted her dainty hand to her pockets, only to pull them out and hold them behind her back politely. She stood a step behind Isi, always ready to help with anything she may need, but gradually felt more and more incredibly useless. After her 'master' had spoken up and subsequently began to receive attention from a female sales associate with a smile perhaps brighter than Seras', the vampiress grew even more quiet, though no one would have thought it possible.

The lady working at the shoppe helped Isi over towards a shelf full of fabulous boots and Seras followed at a slowed pace. She somehow managed to notice especially that her silk scarf was no longer around Isi's hand and for an odd reason she couldn't quite place it made her feel strangely saddened. Just in that instant, perhaps, she had caught herself forgetting their relationship. Wether she liked Isi or not, she was her slave, and was doubtfully thought of as any more than such by the lady. Seras smiled and looked down in slight shame, laughing at herself inside for being so stupid as to think there would ever be anything even in the slightest between the two. Somehow she managed to have a tear roll down her cheek. Surprised, Seras quickly dabbed it away with a handkerchief and pretended it was absolutely nothing at all.

She stood up straight and didn't dare open her mouth, simply waiting until Isi would need her for something. However, it would probably only be a matter of time before the troubled vampiress would risk disobeying in order to get beaten again. At least the men she came across always ruined her both physically and mentally, leaving her oddly craving more and more.

Sadly enough, the thought of drugs entered her mind once more and left her instantly craving them. As of late, heroin was her new fix, but with her vampiric healing it always left more to be desired. She nearly overdosed a dozen times in the past week, only to be saved by her vampirism. Any mere human being would have lost their life to respiratory failure at the first time. It always left her trying for it more and more, but would never have made it. In turn, she had been spending fortunes, and even sold her body more than once, to buy pounds of heroin for personal consumption. Surely if the wretched men whom she bought from hadn't paid her a visit one night they would have assumed she was dealing under their noses, but alas they realized somehow this girl was going through the drugs at an incredibly inhuman rate. However, it made no difference to them as they merely use her as a scapegoat for when their profits are low or when they want sex. They know Seras would give them anything for the drug that lets her completely forget everything for a night. Its a wonder she was as right as rain, with no diseases or pregnancies thus far. Perhaps it was something to do with her bizarre case of vampirism, as she regularly noted it was off from other's she had met, but was happy to be able to safely pleasure others. Of course, however, the girl did manage to retain a bit of integrity as there were certain days in which she would realize her methods were disgusting and that Hiro, as well as everyone else in the world, must frown upon her for becoming such a slut. Even the mention of the word (slut) made her incredibly uncomfortable and often bawl into tears. Those were the days in which she used the most drugs. Anybody who were to walk into her hotel room on a given day, could easily be convinced scores of heroin users must have been in there. Not one would guess it all belonged to a single user.

The cravings made her clench her hand into a tight fist. Seras began to bite her lip out of nervousness. She hoped that somehow, Isi wouldn't find out about her incredible drug usage, but knew it would be nearly impossible for her not to. The more terrible she grew to feel of the situation, the more she could feel a craving for it. In turn, she felt more and more hatred towards herself. The disgust she harbored for such a drug addicted, psychotic slut was immense. Sadly there was nothing she could do of it. She knew of nothing, except for the pain she loved to bring to herself so very much. Only a few men had ever brought her such physical pain, she had opted to do it herself. It was where her deepest scars were from, the ones that would take an awfully long while to fully heal and disappear, if ever. Seras often stabbed herself, leaving herself to perish a slow death, but knew she would long since heal before completely bleeding to death. Thus, it grew to be a favourite pass-time of hers as the pain was so incredibly unbearable at times, she absolutely loved every second of it.

Her body grew irritated with the sudden change of routine as Seras now stood in a boutique with someone rather than go home at the usual hour and further destroy herself. However, one look at Isi again made her smile. She somehow knew she herself had began to develop a strange physical and emotional liking for this lady, but promptly denied it within herself in order to limit the hassle and hatred Isi undoubtedly felt towards her. It scared her, but Seras firmly believed that Isi disliked her more than any living thing on the planet. Somehow, she just knew mostly everyone she met disliked her for more reasons than one, but to get a confirmation always was the greatest fear to her. Seras had since decided to do her best for Isi to acknowledge her as a worthwhile, useful slave and already threw away what freedom she thought she had. As far as she was concerned, freedom was a luxury humans held. It no longer existed for an inhuman monster such as herself.

Standing perfectly still and not speaking a word, Seras began to shed a few tears. Somehow, thoughts of her ways of life with Hiro had crept into her mind in an attempt to ruin her slavery to Isi. It only made her feel worse. The vampiress knew she used to wander about freely with her lover and enjoy wonderful times with him. She knew she was always treated better than a princess by him. Knowing all of this only made her hurt more to realize she ruined not only a perfect relationship, but wasted his time immensely. It was only natural for her to be completely devoted to someone else as a change, forcing her lack of freedom. She was now nothing more than an object belonging to Isi and would treat herself no better than a box full of dirt.

She quickly but carefully wiped away her tears in hopes Isi hadn't noticed them. She would curse herself had she created more of a hassle for this wondrous lady. After all, Seras believed and even hoped now that Isi wouldn't hold any miniscule sort of attachment to her, and treat her as a mere object to be used and cast aside when finished with. This way, she knew the feelings she hid deep inside for Isi wouldn't materialize and she would never have a chance at anything special again. The vampiress knew she deserved to be alone for an eternity, but never considered just why she felt so terrible for simply "wasting someone's time" as it would undoubtedly lead her to recall the truth, being far more terrible than what she forced herself to believe happened to Hiro.

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[Isi Runasimi]

GOT MORE RECORDS THAN THE KGB
M.I.A.
THIRD WORLD DEMOCRACY

§ Isi tried to look at best, faintly amused with the saleswoman. She followed her, glancing at the shoes they passed. Isi preferred her toes to be narrow, the heels to be high, tied with a zipper, and the color to be black. She was better at jumping fences if the toe of the boot was as small as possible, though not small enough to make her feet ache. She picked up a random boot, spread her finger across it to feel the texture, and put it back down as if disinterested with it.

"Are these Brian Artwood Dickenson leather boots? Hmm... "

§ Isi bent to look at the pair of Brian Artwood boots. Those boots were gorgeous! Another set of boots Isi wanted were the Celine Satin lace-up boots. They were just too gorgeous despite having a lack of a zipper. The third pair she wanted were the Jimmy Choo Beach leather boots but only because it was Jimmy Choo. They were nice, but they were plain. At the sound of a cough, Isi turned to look behind her. It was Seras - Obviously. Isi said nothing and turned back to the saleswoman.

§ Isi was bent over the Celine Satin lace-up boots. She knew without a doubt that she would choose these! She was about to ask for a size eight but the saleswoman began to stare behind Isi, at Seras. Isi turned to look at Seras. For some reason she was crying and wiping away tears. What the hell? Isi couldn't help but think. She was wondering why Seras was crying but she wasn't going to ask.

"She got dumped by her boyfriend. Anyways, do you have these in a size eight?"

[serasalcaste]

Seras wiped away the last of her tears as quickly as ever and wore the most horrid look on her face. Then, suddenly, the fear in her eyes were overcome by the cunning look of a woman and a dashing smile swept across her lips. In an instant she was no more a weeping, distraught girl but merely a beautiful lady with impeccable taste in accompaniment. She approached the two promptly.

"Miss, would be so kind as to bring her this pair in a size eight? Oh, and it would be heaps brilliant to bring the others she mentioned as well. Now, its the Brian Artwood's, the Celine Saton's with laces, AND the ones by Jimmy Choo, alright?"

Seras smiled as she began to stand leaning ever so slightly to a side, her opposite leg outstretched a bit and her hand on her hip in confidence. She watched the lady shuffle to the rear of the store where they must have kept her stock, prompting the vampiress to speak up.

"It would be right and dandy if you'd bring them in a jiffy, dear. We're rather in a hurry and it would be swell to be on our way."

She flashed the lady whom occasionally glanced out the doorway at her customers a brilliant smile and in minutes she was back as swiftly as she had left.

"Here they all are ladies. Now-"

"Oh no, we'll be taking them all, dear. Don't be silly now." Seras immediately cut the sales lady off whom obviously still didn't believe the two, much less one, could afford even a singe pair of the boots they selected.

"Well then, I'll ring them up for you. How would you like to pay tonight ladies? Credit?"

The british gal flashed her a scornful glare. "Don't be silly, dear. Miss Isi shan't lift a finger for them." Seras began to walk towards the counter behind which the lady had retreated to. "Cash for the two, Miss. Credit for the third will be brilliant."

At the mention of cash in such a boutique the lady was undoubtedly dumbfounded, but when Seras removed a large stack of bills from her purse the saleswomen's eyes only grew wider. The vampiress counted out nearly exact change for purchase, and put the rest on a credit card Hiro had also given her. Of course she still had plenty of money left on it more than she could ever wish for, along with more cash in her hotel room, but still she felt as though she probably shouldn't tell her master how much it all totaled to. A grand total was well in the thousands and for whatever reason it made her feel funny inside. Seras smiled happily. She fluffed her hair aside and smiled, thanking the lady afterwards and carrying the bags back towards Isi. She extended a free hand to help Isi off the small bench she had taken a seat upon to try her new boots on. The smile on her face was absolutely brilliant, and her recent display of another personality was certainly bizarre, but surely someone of Isi's caliber could see past her false happiness and realize her sudden change in behavior was merely to cope. Seras often let her other self out to control her when she lacked a fix of heroin, or simply was overwhelmed with sudden grief. At the mention of being dumped by her boyfriend, she was oh so horribly broken up despite it being true in her mind. Isi wasn't wrong in the least to have reminded her. In fact, she loved the lady all the more for making her feel as bad as she did. It was equally wonderful in her mind. The only thing she didn't enjoy about it, was that it was perhaps not in her immediate intention to make Seras feel terrible and simply just a comment.

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