Turn This Up A Notch {{OpEN}}

[serasalcaste]

It was like Isi didn't even care. Or maybe she had just seen Seras hurt herself so often that it didn't even phase her. This didn't upset her tho, it made her smile almost, her first expression in forever. The girl liked that she could sit there and want the pain to stop and Isi treated her like nothing at all was happening. It made her feel perfectly useless. This in turn actually helped her though. She sighed a little and put the knife down on the bed besides her, the burns in her hand from clutching the silver healed quicker than usual.

Seras continued to lay on the bed, arms and legs sprawled out. She looked as though she were content. Her eyes glued to the ceiling. She seemed very much empty, of energy, or emotion, of life.

Finally, something happened inside her psyche and the girl sat up. She didn't have any sort of expression on her face or in her eyes, but she got dressed in the clothing Isi had laid out for her without even complaining that she didn't look great in purple, it was her least favourite colour, and there was ALOT of it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging over, the girl slowly pulled the high socks over her slender legs.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi was sort of startled to see Seras about to plunge the knife in her own body. Isi didn’t ponder where the knife had come from. Isi had tons of weapons scattered about the house in random places. They would be a hell of a thing to pack if she needed to leave in a hurry. She may have had a weapons master list somewhere drawn slightly sloppily. But she couldn’t recall adding to the list and it was probably outdated. Isi took the knife in her hands. She wasn’t going to hurt the girl. Not until she healed at least.

“What. You don’t like purple? Or I guess I wouldn’t like wearing someone else’s’ clothes either…” Isi muttered. Purple was actually Isi’s favorite color. It was dark enough to black that she could be almost invisible during the darkness yet there was splashes of color. “Why don’t you heal? Why don’t you drink the blood I brought for you?” Isi grabbed Seras face softly, moving it so that Isi could look her directly in her eyes. She was drawing the lines at feeding the vampire herself! And she certainly couldn’t find someone for the girl to feed from!

[serasalcaste]

Seras stared deeply into Isi's eyes, but for her master it must have been like looking through a window out into a cloudy day. Everyone always said eyes were the window to a soul, but Seras' seemed endless. There just wasnt all to much left on the other side but confusion and pain. She didn't answer Isi, didn't even shake her head though if the lady stared into her eyes long enough the answer was plain as day. Anything that would help her in any way, Seras would absolutely refuse because she hurt too much to help herself. Maybe it was a little bit selfish. Okay it pretty well was selfish, but She was a slave. Unless Isi damn near forced her to drink herself, she couldn't do it. And wouldn't.

Something strange went through her mind just then, and a sinister, almost lustful look entered Seras' eyes. It wasn't her at all, completely out of character. But Seras leaned forward and kissed Isi on the lips with no regards as to what she might do.

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[Isi Runasimi]

“Answer me when I speak to you.” Isi started to say. She was annoyed that the girl, her servant, wasn’t responding to her. This was why Isi didn’t like people! She liked things straightforward. And she didn’t like her time to be wasted even though it certainly wasn’t precious. Isi was frowning when Seras suddenly kissed Isi on the lips. Isi’s expression changed to that of pure shock! Her cheeks tinted in a red sort of blush color while she thought of the words to say. Isi leaned forwards unsure of what she was going to do exactly.

[serasalcaste]

Soon the girl regained control over her body and she was back to being nothing. Her troubled second personality calmed down and there was no more emotion in her eyes. No lust, no anything. Deep inside, she felt horrible when Isi raised her voice in irritation. Seras wanted to talk to her again, but was too afraid. She was so afraid of her own voice and what it might say that the girl couldn't dare speak. Her knees were shaking because she was scared of what Isi might now do, even though it took a few moments to fully realize what the vampiress just did to her master.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi’s hands were clenched in fists. She was mad because Seras kissed her. She was mad that Seras wouldn’t speak. It was like she was back home watching her older sister become more spoiled and spoiled. She did the same thing Seras did and Isi hated it! Whenever her older sister was annoyed or angry she would cry and cry without uttering a single damn word to let anyone know what was wrong. With her fist clenched, Isi punched the girl square in the nose! “If you’re not going to talk then there is no purpose in you staying here and being my maid. I might as well kill you now!” Isi’s teeth clenched, hoping that Seras would bloody speak!

[serasalcaste]

There was a bit more of a happier look in Seras' eyes when Isi said she would kill her. Maybe the poor girl could finally sleep away in peace? But no, she almost wished she could do that, but really the vampire would rather choose to stay alive and live in hell. Seras wanted to be Isi's slave and feel useful but right now she was just too scared. Her lips trembled.

"I... I can't. I'm sorry..." She moved her mouth but the words didn't come out. If Isi could read lips she was in luck but otherwise surely the vampire would be punished. If only Isi could understand it wasn't entirely a voluntary will not to speak. It was psychological distress forcing her not to.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi raised her hands up when Seras lips trembled but no sound came out of them. She got off the bed. She aimed to punch Seras once more, held back and stormed out of the room leaving the door open. Isi was pissed off. Should she kill Seras? She hadn’t wanted to. All this sacrifice for nothing. She sighed as she began to fix something for supper. Seras would talk – eventually, right? Isi sighed again trying best not to bang the pots and pans together. She gave up on cooking actually and went to her room with the bottle of whiskey.

[serasalcaste]

Seras slowly got up and looked around the room like she was a lost. And confused. Her body ached but she loved every second that her joints and limbs told her not to move anymore. She still moved. Seras walked to the door and left the room, but again her eyes told the story of a lost girl. Looking both ways, the hallway seemed even bigger to her and daunting. The little girl wandered until finally she heard someone in a room. Was it Isi's bedroom? Peeking into the door, Seras saw her master sitting on her bed with a bottle of whiskey. Without thinking, Seras carefully made her way to Isi and gently sat in her lap as she put her arms around the lady. Looking up to her, her eyes had that look in them that you see in those of a lost little kitten. It was adorable but Seras just missed Isi.

"I-....I'm heaps... sorry..." She whispered quietly as she began to cry, almost like she was afraid anybody would hear her.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi had the bottle of whiskey in her hand. The glass top had been carefully placed on the small matching dresser. Isi didn’t turn her head when she heard the door crack open, she watched as surfaces reflected Seras image. As the girl put her head in Isi’s lap and apologized Isi broke out in a smile. Isi was reminded of a cat. Was this what it was like to have a pet? “It’s okay. There there.” Isi petted Seras much like she would pet a cat. “So, tell me about your friends. . .” Isi began.

[serasalcaste]

She shook her head no when Isi had asked about her friends. Seras didn't want to talk no more. She didn't want to let herself speak and maybe say bad things again. Somehow, she thought Hiro and everybody else could hear the horrible things she had said about him. The little vampire cuddled in Isi's lap, putting her arms around her and crying softly. Shaking her head again, Seras finally whispered her thoughts. "They... they're nice ppl... miss Isi... I'm heaps sorry.... they just wanted... they just wanted to help me... Im so sorry..." At the mention of helping her, Seras shut herself up immediately. By being so selfish she had already upset Isi considerably, telling her they wanted to help the poor girl was just rude! Seras bit her tongue. She started shivering and scratching heavily at the inside of her arm, feeling a need for more drugs again. The girl was a horrible mess. Addicted to sex, pain, and the worst drugs possible, there was no way she would live very long.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi turned up her head snubbing her nose at Seras. It was quite rude to tell her that they were trying to help while Isi had been helping. “No, I mean … okay. But what are they? Humans? Vampires? Werewolves? Shifters?” She questioned. More importantly. They seemed to know something of Isi at least. It appeared she wasn’t so anonymous after all. Would they tell the Police? Could she expect SWAT to break into her home sometime soon? Isi sighed. “Help you how? – More drugs? Quickie on the table?” Isi so coldly laughed at that.

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Seras kept shaking her head as Isi suggested ideas of how the people had wanted to help the girl. Finally, after biting her lip, she spoke very very softly in a whisper into Isi's ear, like a child telling a parent a dire secret that was never as important as children made them out to seem.

"They... they like to give me more stuff, Miss Isi... if Seras is a good little girl, she gets lots of stuff and it makes her feel heaps nice again.."

She remained scratching at her arm, drawing blood soon with her nails. But this didnt stop her, or the itching sensation. Her entire body craved drugs or something more intense to take her mind off everything.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi blinked. Confused as Seras whispered such in her ear. What exactly did Seras give in return for the “stuff”? Isi already knew but she’d rather Seras say it, and then she would rather Seras didn’t say it. Isi watched as Seras scratched patterns on her arms and did nothing. It was probably the reason Isi was attracted to the little vampire in the first place. The girl was more damaged than her. “What do you need? Blood? Drugs? I’ve never taken care of a puppy let alone a vampire!”

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"They're nice people, Miss Isi..." Seras forced herself to whisper, clarifying her situation a bit. "He... he gives me a heaps swell price..." The girl had only had given sexual favours for drugs but a few times, and not at anyone else's suggestion but her own. Otherwise, Seras was proper enough to purchase her product with money and not be a whore.

Feeling awkward and sleepy, the little vampire slid off the bed and sat on the cold floor. She then curled into a ball like a kitten and tried to sleep all her pain away.

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