Thread: Abducted.

Vincent moved from the newly found prisoner's door, walking down the hallway toward the living quarters. What exactly did Lucius have in mind? The possibilities were endless. Torture, use her for bait, sell her back to the Kalion House. Vincent only hoped for Lucius to decide quickly.. before his time in this world is up. Hearing the hobble of a inbred walk up behind him, Vincent stopped. They all spoke the same. In a low guttural roar, mutter, mumble.. nothing was ever clear for anyone else. For Vincent, he just knew what they were saying. Lucius knew Vincent was special from the first day he saw him, majority of the reason he took the male up under his wing. Taught him the histories behind every clan in the area, let him in his never ending supply of books within his library. For what purpose was always questioned by elders of the clan, those under Lucius who hoped they were past leadership of the clan. Their only intent was to rage war against Kalion and the half-vampire princess. What good would that do at this point in time? The half-vampire princess was in there Manor. Sir Vincent. A voice called from behind him, he had walked around the Manor a few times. Deep in thought mainly, Yes? He replied slowly, Lucius would like to see you, he said it was important. Vincent only nodded. It was most likely what they'd do about their new guest. You may leave. I will be there momentarily. The male spoke as his eyes turned to look down at the vampires lurking about the Manor. Shaking his head slightly before turning to head back toward Lucius' part of the Manor. Stretching slightly, Vincent continued to move up the halls toward Lucius' room. Lets just hope its nothing too minor. Wouldn't be fitting for our stature. Anything less then exploiting the female for her worth would be demeaning for everyone in this clan.. like they had grown weak while Kalion expanded in this day and age. Pushing a door open, Vincent stepped in slowly. The nurse who attended Lucius at all times walked back and forth from bedside to tabletop. She gave him everything from medicine to his daily shot.. to even giving him the blood he needed. Except, it was her blood. The blood from the barrels and slaves. Of course, their thanks was extended to Kalion for being so generous. Ah, my boy. Lucius began, coughing intensely before motioning for him to sit. Sit, sit. The old wrinkled hand moving up to his mouth to cover up the coughing. What is it, m'lord? Vincent asked softly after sitting down in the chair at his bedside. Lucius gave him a weak smile, Thats what I like about you, Vincent. You are right to the point. Letting out a small laugh before it was quickly pushed out of the way for another set of coughing. My boy.. I want you to treat our guest like she was one of our own. Vincent's eyes widened immediately, quickly jumping from the seat to argue the point. Never! She is a half blood vampire! Vincent yelled in retort, Lucius only motioning his hand to sit again. I knew you were to do that. Coughing more, Master, we can not do that. We must use her for her worth. WE have the princess. Not some minor guard of Kalion. Vincent continued, a sigh passing his lips after sitting down once more. Vincent, my time in this life is short. We are immortal, but, times there is stuff that even kills immortals. Pausing softly, This hatred for the half blood.. who brought it upon? Lucius questioned lightly, You did, m'lord. Lucius shook his head lightly, Did you or anyone else hear that from me? Vincent cocked his brow slightly, though the male had no answer for his current question. Vincent heard of it when the female was born, by one of the elders if he could recall. Master, she isn't one of us. How are we to just treat her like our own? Vincent questioned softly, Who says everyone but us is to know of her status? Vincent, you are a smart boy.. you can deceive anyone in this house that she is just a new slave and if a hair on her head is touched, you'll decapitate the person who did it. Vincent let out another sigh, She is not one of us. Was all he could say, Neither are you, Vincent. Vincent's eyes paid full attention to what this man was now saying. What did he mean not one of them? Vincent, my boy. You were never born in the house of Volan. Lucius paused for a slight moment, I found you once you were still a young infant. The crying brought you to my attention. A infant vampire all alone in an abandoned village. I couldn't just let you stay there, so, I brought you with me. You were never born into this House.. I deceive people into believing. Vincent really didn't know how any of that played into what the male was getting at. Believing what? Vincent asked, Lucius coughed a few times before letting out a sigh. Believing that you were born into this House.. I killed those who thought differently. I knew from the first day you began to talk with the inbreds that you were different. You would be the one to settle the differences between Volan and Kalion... or be the one to rule over both. Vincent stood up from the chair, the male really couldn't believe anything anymore. Treat her like I treated you. One day, it'll benefit everyone. Vincent slowly moved to leave, Remember, Vincent. You will rule one day. Vincent turned his head slightly to acknowledge him, nodding softly. Yes, master. Soon after Vincent left Lucius' room, the male began to wander what the male had just told him. He had been living here but... wasn't actually apart of the House? Shaking his head softly, how could he believe that? Just didn't seem right. Vincent had walked toward the laundry room, where some of their slaves worked to clean the clothing each Vampire wore for the day. Grabbing a set of the clothing for slaves which consisted of a basic gray undershirt, gray long sleeve shirt, and gray leggings. It was for if they needed to be identified they would just mark with a brighter color on the gray to recognize who was who. Tossing the clothing over his shoulder, the male grabbed a rag along with a pale of well water. A whispering between the slaves was sparked because of what he was grabbing. This involves none of your eyes to watch. If you wish to keep them, you will look away. Vincent spoke harshly, though it worked. Every single slave looked away. Thought so. Vincent walked down the halls, heading toward the princess's current quarters. He sighed every now and again, he didn't want to do this but something told him it was for the better. Turning the knob slowly, Vincent opened the door all the way before stepping in. Just incase the female was hiding off to the right to ambush him to attempt to get away. Not probable. She was wounded badly. Vincent thought to himself. Stepping inside, Vincent eye's roamed the room. Where was she? Stepping forward a bit, looking down. She was just laying on the ground.. The bed would probably be more comfortable then the floor... He spoke to her, tossing the clothing down from his shoulder to the bed. Placing the pale down next to the side of the bed. Turning slightly, the male batted at the door with his hand. Finally getting it closed completely, Alright. Lets get you cleaned up... since Lucius believes it better for you to be treated well. The male muttered softly as he moved to sit her up against the side of the bed. The whole cleaning her up wouldn't have taken so long if she would've actually cooperated. Seemed that she was struggling just to stay awake then want to change. Though, Vincent did the best job that she could possibly let him. The blood that dried up was gone, so, that wasn't a big deal. Any cuts she received from the ambush had already started to meld themselves back together. Pulling her up from the floor, the male had slipped the clothes onto her prior to moving her up onto the bed. There. Finished. He spoke, rubbing the back of his neck slightly before moving the pale of water over toward the door. Can you tell me your name? He questioned as he moved back to in front of the girl. I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to talk.