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The little fragile little girl's body cringed in ecstasy when the needle was plunged into her arm, injecting her with the most potent and fabulous drugs. The high was almost instant, or maybe that part was just in her troubled mind. But still, she felt so wonderful. Her eyes almost rolled back into her head for a bit. It was gross how badly she enjoyed the feeling lately. And to have Isi shoot her up made the situation even more pleasing for her. Seras sat on the ground with a blank, but happy look on her face. She could be told anything now and it wouldn't even matter to her. But still, her eyes were glued to the silver cross stake lying on the ground. She began to reach for it, even though it was well out of reach. The girl never spoke a word.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi watched Seras go into her drugged daze. Isi still couldn’t believe that vampires could feel the effects of drugs. But she was seeing it so she had to believe it! Isi turned around, went upstairs into her home, and brought down a very dirty tool kit. It wasn’t to say that there were visible signs of blood or rust on the tools; it is just that they had been used quite a lot and were in no way “clean”. They had been sterilized to the max and hopefully even a vampire with a grand sense of smell wouldn’t be able to smell the blood but the cleaning supplies.

With silver handcuffs Isi tied Seras arms and legs on the table giving her absolutely no room to maneuver. She patted Seras down in a search pulling out things and dropping them into a small silver box. Isi picked up the cross and wooden stake, giving it a double look considering the oddity of its nature. Why would Seras have it? Isi placed it back in the box full of Seras’ belongings. Isi just might give it back to her. It wasn’t like she could take away everything from Seras, everything could be used as a weapon. She had to either sort of trust her or kill her.

Isi ran a large blade down Seras’ body. With a single stab, blood gushed from the wound. The pain would just be beginning. .

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When Seras finally noticed she was now on the table again, the little girl tried to move. The silver handcuffs burned her wrists and ankles as they kept her in one spot, but she had a strange smile on her face. Even as her cut up arm was bleeding again and the handcuff burned her wounded wrist down to the bone, she looked happy. But then, there was the feeling of a cold steel blade against her skin. It was so familiar to her. When it sunk into her body, it drove her wild. There were tears in her eyes and she began to squirm again. But Seras wasn't trying to get away this time. She was in pleasure. Soon her jeans grew wet from an orgasm.

Isi must have known by now that pain was something that was hard to admit with Seras. Before she would always convince herself to enjoy it because of many reasons. It reminded her she was alive, when she didn't want to be anymore. She was positive that she deserved it all so it became something to look forward to because she hated herself that much. But now, it was different. The little vampire's mind and body didn't even translate pain no more. All she felt was instant pleasure. The burning of the silver, the knife Isi put into her side, from the moment she noticed then it honestly felt wonderful to her, not painful. Being this emotionally damaged would make Isi's job harder, unless she knew to resort to not just physical, but emotional torture. Seras was a timid, battered young vampire. She had lots and lots of issues. If Isi told her how horrible she was, it would make her cry but she would listen. Seras was already so emotionally unstable that verbal abuse always hurt more than physical. The more Isi hurt her physically though, the more Seras loved her because it all felt so good!

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi knew that she would have to work hard to cause Seras pain. The girl practically screamed in delight when Isi was beating on her back in the alleyway the other day. Still, Isi didn’t fail to note the tears in the vampires eyes. Isi grinned, happily. She was failing to cause the girl true pain and thankfully hadn’t realized Seras had an orgasm in her jeans. Isi took the knife to Seras shirt and split it open. It wasn’t like she was perverted or anything, but she wanted to cause the girl pain.

“Do you know why I have to hurt you Seras? Do you? Do you? I’ll obviously have to move and I put a lot of money into this home. A lot! And you call perfect strangers and bring them into my home.” Isi rambled. She took a knife and one of Seras fingers and plunged the knife straight up under her fingernail. That was a hell of a lot of pain and if it happened to Isi she might just start talking. She leaned over and began to go, “Einy Meeny Miny Mo,” with the other fingernails. A wicked smile was on her face. She hadn’t gagged Seras because she wanted to hear her screams.

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Seras listened to every word Isi had said to her as if she were on repeat a thousand times. Her anger just went on in her mind over and over again. But there was a very neat smile on her face and an incredibly happier look in her eyes when Isi cut her shirt open. Seras hadn't been wearing a bra and in the cold cellar her body would have been hard to resist for any man. She was disappointed though to know Isi wasn't there for that. But Isi seemed to take a bit of care in handling her dainty hand, it almost made her feel special. And then the lady stabbed her knife underneath her fingernail and Seras had to bite her bottom lip. Hard. Finally she had to gasp, but the noise she let out wasn't very much painful at all. It sounded more like someone did after a very good night with a lover. This was one of the most useful tortures anyone could do to get someone to obey and talk to them, but still Seras only seemed to find pleasure in it? This girl was really heaps mad!

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi dug the knife through the middle finger of Seras’ other hand. She was displeased that instead of hearing screams she heard something else. Even though Isi wasn’t “promiscuous” she knew what a moan was. How could Seras find this pleasurefull? This was pure damn pain! It was or should be excruciating. Was Isi losing her touch? It wasn’t everyday Isi had to deal with someone who enjoyed pain. This would be a very hard challenge. It might take Isi a while to realize that she would need to use emotional pain.

Oblivious to the sexual tension, Isi climbed on the table and sat legs spread on Seras. The vampire’s blood was on the ground, but there still wasn’t enough of it. Isi took her knife and stabbed it Jesus style in the middle of the girls hand, sticking it to the table. Isi brought out another knife and stabbed Seras’ second hand. Isi would make the vampire scream with pain. She would bring her eyes to tears and make her throat swell from screams. “Normally I use clamps but I doubt that will work.” Isi half told Seras and half sighed speaking to herself.

Maybe dislike of the dark? Isi taped over Seras’ eyes with thick gray tape forming large “x’s”. “What are you afraid of?” Isi shouted slapping Seras’ face with her fists.

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Seras glanced away as if in shame when Isi seemed disappointed in her response to what would normally be excruciating to anyone else. Pain no longer registered in her disturbed mind. At least not physical. Repeated exposure to the sun helped to ruin many nerves in her skin also. They were just now healing properly but the girl still smiled.

When Isi climbed atop the table there was a bit of light in Seras' eyes. It seemed to make her happier. Again there was a near orgasmic moan when her hands were stabbed clean through. It wasn't until her eyes were taped over that she finally wore a frown. She almost immediately appeared disoriented. Maybe the girl was still high but with her vision gone, and Isi yelling at her, it made her feel horrible. So much that Seras tore her hands away from the knives. That amount of pain would really be too much for anyone, but the vampire persisted. Even with completely ruined hands that were torn through, she broke free of the silver handcuffs around her wrists. There was a bit of a burning sound, but still no scream. Her body was definitely close to dying but she wouldn't stop. Seras slowly reached up, lost. When she found Isi was still sitting close by, the timid girl leaned up and hugged her cautiously. She didn't want to feel lost, lonely and hated no more.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi was extremely mad when Seras moaned once more. Isi wasn't trying to please the girl, vampire, thing, girl. She had been trying to cause it pain. She had seemed so afraid when left in the darkened room by her lonesome. Apparently Seras wasn't afraid of the dark when someone was in the room, especially when that certain someone was practically on top of them.

Isi was shocked, more than shocked when Seras broke free of the handcuffs. . And then hugged her. Isi found herself hugging Seras back. Something odd was coming over her.

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The little fragile girl was shaking when she hugged Isi. She could barely keep her arms around her without collapsing. Her body was colder than ice and had barely any more energy and life left in it. It smelled heavy of blood, sweat and urine, but most of all she smelled like a girl. Any lady would recognize the feminine orgasm smell, wether they found it pleasant or strange. There were tears in Seras' eyes. It was hard to tell what they were from, pain or happiness, but it was sure that when her psyche didn't recognize pain no more, her body still did. The poor little girl's body was so badly ruined it just wanted to give up already. But Seras didn't want to. She knew it felt good to be in such excruciating pain. So much pain it numbed her entire body almost. But more importantly, Isi seemed to enjoy hurting her too. And Seras wouldn't want to stop that for her. She didn't want to quit on her master. It was a heaps pathetic life to lead but she enjoyed all of it.

Seras cried softly and collapsed in Isi's arms, unable to hold herself up no more. Even for being a vampire who had just taken in blood, she lost lots more and was still bleeding. Her wounds started to slow down but they didn't heal yet and Seras was very tired. But the little girl was desperate to stay alive and awake for Isi no matter what! Isi was heaps upset and she needed to take it out on something, and Seras was her something. The vampire wondered if she would spend the rest of her days locked away in this cold, dark cellar. But if Isi would come down to "pleasure" her with pain every so often, the weird girl would be content. The silver shackles still burned away at her skin and it was driving her wild. How good it felt to her warped mind! Even still, her body was deteriorating heaps fast. Seras had been torturing herself alot and now Isi too. She never had given herself a break enough to heal properly but it didn't matter to her anymore. Even if she would spend the rest of her life miserable and always on the verge of death, it would be okay for her so long as she could make Isi happy by being her outlet for anger. A sad life nobody would want to lead, but Seras firmly believed she deserved this for what she has done to her lady Isi and said of her Hiro.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi felt Seras skin from her hug. It was ice cold. And Isi could also smell something. Seras had soiled herself much to Isi’s displeasure. Seras collapsed in Isi’s arms. The girl was so weak. And she was crying. This was what Isi had been waiting for. Though if Isi found out later that the girl was just playing her for the fool she would get it worse than this. Isi picked the little vampire up who weighed as much as one of Isi’s larger guns and placed her in Isi’s guest bedroom which had not been used once by a guest. She walked into the closed bathroom door and turned on the hot water tab. She couldn’t have her maid be all dirty now, could she?

Isi’s shirt was covered in vampire only God knows what. And her clothes would obviously have to be burned. Both of their clothes. Though Seras was only wearing pants. It was slightly hard to not notice the absence of shirt. Out in the open of Isi’s empty refrigerator were several bags of blood. Isi took the whole box full and handed them to Seras. “Here. And go take a bath.” Isi pointed to the bathroom inside the room. She turned and stormed out of the room. Isi would most certainly need her own bath. She was filthy!

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Seras looked wide eyed at Isi in disbelief when she returned after having drawn the vampire a bath and even offered her bags upon bags of blood. It scared her. She didn't know where Isi could have gotten them from, but she was certain they were filled with human blood. Even if they would taste horrible to her, Seras knew she desperately wanted to feed. It saddened her even more. She hated being a vampire so much! But when Seras tried to sit up and hold the box of blood bags, she collapsed. The box fell to the floor and the girl laid there with it, on the floor. It was warmer than before, but now her barely healed wounds opened up again and she was bleeding all over Isi's floor! This startled her. Seras desperately forced the energy into her body to try and wipe it up with nothing but her hands, it was all she had. But it didn't work. The girl couldn't even breath barely, much less move about. She was losing control of her body and fast. The bags of blood being right in front of her and yet out of reach tortured her. Seras began crying softly. How could she be useful to Isi if she was nothing but a degenerating, bloodied mess who couldn't even move on her own no more. Seras slowly closed her eyes when she began to feel very very tired and her breathing grew too shallow to ever be healthy.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi locked her master bedroom door and felt safe and secure watching Seras in one of the small monitors in her bedroom. Still, Isi wasn't a person to really take chances so she kept the gun by her side in the shower. Isi pulled on a bathrobe as her natural curls formed from the wetness and lack of straightener. "Jesus christ." Isi muttered but she was sincerely pleased. That could only mean one thing. She had gone too hard on the girl. She wandered into Seras guest bedroom and cut open a bag of blood for the girl. Isi hadn't been planning on having the girl sleep in the basement. She just had to torture her for bringing strangers into her home. She never would have been down in that room if she had been a good little vampire. Isi was of course forgetting the little fact that she brought her down in the first place when she had done nothing wrong (But in her defense she wanted some sleep). "Here." She handed the girl the bag of blood. She had gotten them from a blood bank worker and they hadn't been cheap, but they had cost less than the boots.

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She was weezing and trying her best to catch what little breath the girl had left when Isi came back into the room. With the exposure to the sunlight earlier in the day and her vampirism waning again, along with much tears, Seras could barely see her anymore. But she knew Isi was nearby, she could feel it. Her voice nearly startled her though.

Seras' fingers twitched a little, but the girl couldn't move her arm to take the blood no matter how much she wanted to. All she could think about was trying to take every next breath and the extremely hurt and lonely feeling that crept up into her heart. The tears in her eyes eventually dried up along with her vision. Her body was shutting down. She couldn't move and it felt like no matter how much she tried, each breath she took brought in less air than the last. None of it hurt her really, she was too accustomed and in love with pain. But, Seras felt so terrible because she knew at this rate, she couldn't expect help or sympathy from her master and wouldn't feel comfortable with it. And she would die without it. Without blood and a dark room, there was nothing more Seras could ever do for Isi. It was probably the only pain she could feel while dying. Emotional torture for a girl who had a detachment and uselessness complex.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi frowned. She hoped that in the future Seras wouldn't be more work than she was worth. Isi cradled Seras in her arms and fed the vampire some blood. The image was sort of like a mom feeding her little babe at her breast. It didn't help that Seras was half naked, and it was slightly Isi's fault. Isi spoon fed the blood directly into the vampires mouth. If anyone had dared predict this future a week ago Isi would have left them alone because they would be bloody nuts and would have no idea what the hell they were talking about. Slowly Isi took of Seras' pants and dumped her into the warm bath. Her face sort of scowled up because of the oozing white liquid.

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Seras coughed a few times trying to drink the blood, but it was softly and she never got any on Isi. It was hard for her to remember, to realize where she was and what was going on. All the girl knew just then was she wasn't feeling as high anymore, and just very very tired. What Seras didn't know what it was because she was dying. Until the blood entered her tummy. The taste made her cringe a bit, but when something was put into her empty tummy she gasped. It almost hurt on account she hadn't given her body any food in an awfully long time. No wonder she stayed so skinny.

Seras cuddled close to Isi and stayed in her warm arms, trying her best to remember what was going on. Was she in Hiro's arms, no, he wouldn't do that for her. Then who's? Where was she? Why did she feel so incredibly tired? The vampire had so many thoughts running through her head before finally she just sighed and closed her eyes. It wasn't as if her vision had gotten better again anyways.

When the girl had her pants taken off she felt incredibly aroused and moaned and whimpered just a little, but was really dissapointed to be placed into a bath tub. It startled her. The water was warm, or hot even! Seras couldn't remember the last time she had been through a hot bath or shower. She always preferred the discomfort of a cold one. There was a sense of certainty and assurance that came with it. Cold showers never got colder, and would always feel the same. Seras looked about as if she could actually see, and looked very scared. Even when she could barely move at all, she forced herself over the edge of the tub and fell on the tile floor. She held herself and was scared. Soon she was cold again and it felt better for her. But she was disoriented, scared, alone, and her fangs were starting to grow back in.

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