Elemalle Moreau (ver_sigh) wrote in shadowrises, @ 2015-11-28 23:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: dillon turner, character: elemalle moreau, character: isaac moreau, status: in progress, type: thread, warning: language, warning: violence |
Who: Ele, Isaac, Dillon
Where: The Island
When: Sunday
What: Making Friends, telling stories, and science experiments
Rating: Language, violence.
Status: TBC in comments
Il aimait la mort, elle aimait la vie. Il vivait pour elle, elle est morte pour lui.
Subduing vampires could be difficult in Shadow Falls.
Something about the town was special. It drew all kinds to it. She never knew if the little vampire girl she was tracking was really fifty or five hundred, if that nerdy whip of a man was an ancient or a baby! It wasn’t normally such a problem, running into anyone over two hundred years old was rare, but here, in this town? There was more than one or two. There were four, five? Who knew! It made it necessary to thoroughly vet anyone and everyone she considered even remotely interesting. Older vampires weren’t completely out of the Moreau grasp. She didn’t know how old Gaétan, her sire, was but so far the family had been able to make every acquisition they desired a reality. While Elemalle didn’t mind the aid of her family, sometimes she just wanted to do something on her own. And by her own she meant herself and Isaac of course. She rarely did anything without Isaac.
One of those claims, she thought it was funny to think of them that way, was her favorite. She and Isaac had stalked him, studied him, and taken him all on their own! His capture brought with it an element of danger that both waned and surged but the highs were enough of a raw, electric, live feeling to keep her motivated. It wasn’t the boy who held any threat but the crowd he ran with. Herrick Turner, the most obnoxious vampire in Shadow Falls, was definitely something to be concerned about. If the Roman ever found out that his long lost mate had not only never left Shadow Falls but had been under the particular care and curiosity of a family within the borders of the town he would likely be upset. If he learned that over the course of the past fourteen or so months she and her brother had been drugging the boy, cutting him, practicing on him, and dissecting him it was likely to explode in a disaster she wasn’t sure how Gaétan would rescue them from.
At the same time, she couldn’t keep herself from needling the child about the man he called his husband. She fed him all sorts of stories, some real and some imagined, all in the name of psychological damage. She wasn’t sure if she was any good at it but her lack of experience was made up for with pure incissistance. She and her brother, as well as her family, all worked hard to test and learn the limits of their own kind. They knew just how long it took for vampires to heal from various wounds, infections, and violence but the mind? Beyond its physicality? That was a mystery. Surely a vampire’s accelerated healing ability wouldn’t cover trauma that didn’t bleed, bruise, or rend. Would it?
There would be plenty of time to learn, explore, test, and experiment no matter who might seek vengeance as a result of their work if it was ever found out. She convinced herself she wouldn’t ever need a plan B because she never actually planned on letting Dillon Turner go.
They gave him a room on a floor that was secured like a prison. The windows didn’t open and although they had access to a furnished bedroom and shared bathroom the door that lead down to the stairs and the exit was heavy and metal and electronically locked. Each of the doors to the rooms of their prisoners were also metal and were kept locked from six in the morning to four o’clock in the afternoon. Dillon wasn’t alone on the Island, the name the Moreaus called their home, but there weren’t a lot of others like him. Two or three at the most were what the family could handle without causing concern or alarm.
It was just after six when Elemalle unlocked the door to Dillon’s room. To be perfectly honest she’d forgotten all about him that afternoon and was late in letting him out for the evening. It was alright. It wasn’t like he was going to die or anything! Not from neglect. And she’d even brought him something to eat, a mason jar filled with blood Dillon probably desperately needed.
For once, Ele was alone as she pulled open the weighty door. As far as kidnappers went, she didn’t look to be menacing or dangerous. She was slender with thin arms and a long neck. Her dark hair was cut short, even with her chin. Even though they were in the middle of the Shadow Falls, where no one really came or left, she was still dressed as if she expected to go out for a night on the town in a big city. Her dress, pale blue and sleeveless with an empire waist followed the lines of a respectable bosom and swept to the floor following her hips was a little too long because she wasn’t wearing shoes. Her toenails were painted pink, they matched her manicure and as she pushed into Dillon’s room, she pulled the bright red sucker she’d been running her tongue over from between her lips with a smack and extended an elegant limb towards him, the jar of blood poised between the tips of her fingers. “It’s dinner time,” she sang, her voice soft and hinting at the remains of an old French accent. “Come on. Don’t be afraid.” Ele was the one, Dillon would know, who enjoyed the scalpel.
Dillon already had PTSD before he'd been kidnapped. Time was a complete loss to him at this point; keeping up with it had only upset him more, he'd found. His already lacking self-esteem meant he spent a lot of his time thinking that Herrick had given up on finding him. The more reasonable part of his mind occasionally reassured him that Herrick loved him. There was no way the Roman would just let him go missing without at least trying to find him. Herrick was so stubborn that it allowed a small part of the young vampire to hold out hope that Herrick would eventually find him and slaughter these assholes.
The small boy flinched when he heard the door opening. Visits were never pleasant. His eyes flicked quickly to the jar of blood and his fangs dropped, but he refused to reach out for it, even as his fingers twitched. Blood always came at a price. “What do you want?” he asked hoarsely.
“You don’t want it?” She asked, looking down at him with a tilt to her chin and an arch in her eyebrow that said even if they were the same ilk, supposedly heads and tails above the rest of the paltry humans and werewolves that fumbled through life with them, she and Dillon had nothing in common. Her nose wrinkled and she slid the lollipop right back into her mouth. Slowly she unscrewed the lid on the jar and tossed it onto the foot of his bed and with the edge of her nail she began to worm the flat of the lid off. “I’ll just drink it myself,” she warned him, trying to swallow back the nearly overwhelming desire to gag as the smell of it began to leak out more bit by bit.
Dillon twitched closer to her, disgust all over his face. He hated how much he needed to feed. He'd damn near killed himself refusing her a few times already. “Depends on what you want for it,” he murmured lowly, eyes flicking from his captor to the blood and back. He was going to love watching Herrick destroy her, most of all. He didn't understand why the other vampire sliced on him or had him here to begin with, but he knew they never got tired of it. They would leave him alone for a few days, but then it was Hell for a few days. He didn't see an end to it unless Herrick or someone found him. It was all feeling a bit hopeless. Maybe he should just refuse the blood anyway.
Ele flipped the lid onto the ground and turned away, lifting her other arm to hide her nose in the crook of it as the aroma of the jar’s contents filled the room. It was horrible to her, the kind of scent that made most vampires salivate but in her case she could hardly even look at it. “Take it!” She demanded again. “Or I’ll make you lick it up off the floor like a dog.” As if to make him see how serious she was she tipped it, beginning to let it puddle on the floor. She leaned far away from it before it could splatter on her dress. She knew he was hungry. “We can play after you’re full!” Once she hadn’t fed a guest. They’d gone into a bloodlust and people had gotten hurt! She couldn’t let that happen again. The monster that had made Dillon Turner was stronger than most. He would be more dangerous than most.
Dillon hugged himself so he wouldn't reach out for it, curling into himself against the head of his bed. “I don't want to play,” he growled lowly, eyes going dark with the animalistic rage that some called bloodlust. It was mild, but it was there, and Dillon was fighting it. He'd felt like this before, when he was first turned, and he had happily licked blood off the floor then. This was different, though. He was older now. He was sure he could fight it.
His insistence was astounding. Amazing! How could he do it? He had to be starving, she could start to see the blackness of his blood against the pallor of his skin. He was still feisty. Still headstrong. They’d held him captive for over a year and hadn’t been kind at any point in time during that year, at least she hadn’t, and he should have been broken by now. But he was still sassing her, still fighting it! It was infuriating. How could he be that way? He was new and modern and weak! Her fingers tightened around the mason jar but she kept herself from splitting it. “Just drink it!” She shrieked suddenly and she threw the jar of blood at him, spattering the floor with it, his bed, the ceiling, and Dillon himself if he didn’t do something about it. “Lick it off the floor and suck it out of your clothes if you’re going to be stubborn!”
Dillon glared, even as his stomach loudly protested to his stillness. “No,” he spat simply, forcing himself not to breathe out of habit. The blood was disgusting and jarred, but it was blood and he didn't want to smell it. “Just Fucking cut me if you're going to. I'm done with your games,” he hissed. He would rather die than do this again.. but he knew that he would go on a blood rage before that happened.
Ele glanced over the curve of her shoulder at the patterned spray of the spilled blood that stood between her and Dillon Turner as sure as any stone wall. “We can wait for my brother if you’d like,” she went on, wishing she hadn’t lost her temper because already it had cooled but the mess remained. “He’ll drag you out of there by your hair even though you’re a filthy little rat.” She recanted a step and then another towards the door.
Dillon shuddered, but his face remained stern. He even managed a little smirk. “Bring him, then,” he breathed lowly. He looked down at the blood and then back up at his captor. “If you're too scared to handle me alone, you pompous bitch.” He was in a mood, that was for sure. Most days, he took their torture in silence, but sometimes he could be a defiant little shit.
Looking down at him, she took the candy from her mouth and blinked at him, long lined lashes fluttering over her cheeks as she sat poised between anger and something else. She decided on the latter and laughed aloud. “Pompous bitch,” she repeated and relaxed, leaning her hip against the side of the door frame. “I’m not afraid of you, little boy, I’ve seen you inside and out. LIterally. Did you know, that ring you wore? I sold it. Do you want to know how much I got for it? Fifty dollars! He wanted to give me more but I told him it wasn’t worth it.”
Dillon let out a little growl when Ele talked about his ring, thumb rolling over the place where it used to sit. “It was only a symbol. He'll get me another,” he hissed. Sure, it still hurt, but it was really only an item. She could never take the way he felt for his Roman from him. “Its not going to work on me today,” he told her flatly, kicking at the mostly empty jar of blood as his stomach growled, demanding to be fed. He was trembling at this point. “Fuck off,” he breathd.ed.
“It’s just a symbol!” She teased as she sighed, wetting her lips even though it wouldn’t make them any less sticky from the sugar. “He’s back in town.” She told him next. “I was in that stupid vampire club and he was there with this other guy that he met and the two were going to head off together and leave Shadow Falls behind for good because it’s too much. His name was Andrew or something. I think he’s moved on.”
Dillon couldn't help but look up when she said Herrick was back. If his husband was back, he would find him, without a doubt. No one was as stubborn or ruthless as his husband. Andrew. Andrew. Andrei? Ugh. Dillon had always been so self conscious when it came to Andrei. But then he could hear Herrick’s voice in his head, reassuring him that he could have whoever he wanted and he had chosen Dillon. Herrick loved him. He wouldn't move on unless…. Unless he thought his wife was dead. Dillon tried hard not to think about that possibility. “He's going to rip the flesh from your bones so slowly you'll beg for death. But he won't let it be that easy. You know you're a dead woman walking, right?” he managed a menacing smirk. “Hope I've been worth it.”
“I’ve been a dead woman walking for two hundred years!” Ele teased him, leaning into the room just a little although she quickly backed out when she caught a whiff of that smell. Blood. Blood. She hated that smell. The sight of it. The feel of it. She would have to go find Isaac just so he could deal with it. “You’re never getting out of here. He’s stupid, you know? Herrick Turner!” She said the name with no small amount of disdain, lifting her lollipop closer to her nose so she would smell that instead of the blood. “You were here this whole time and he couldn’t find you. He went all over the globe and he couldn’t find you. He offered ten million dollars for you but there was nothing! He’s going to leave with Andrew and you’ll be forgotten about because no one else in this town even likes you let alone misses you.”
Dillon died a little on the inside, but refused to show it. He had thrown away all of his friendships, neglected them, and after so much time to reflect he regretted it deeply. She was right. No one but Herrick cared. But the scowl remained. “You'll fuck up one way or another, sometime, and then he'll destroy you. He’s smarter and more resourceful than you give him credit for… and he's not going anywhere, cunt,” he practically growled, curling even further into himself. Lies. They were only lies. He promised himself he wouldn't believe them.
“I’m not going to screw up!” Elemalle’s smile grew as she watched him. He looked like he was in pain, the expression on his face, the way he held his body, maybe there was some small truth in what she said. She didn’t know Dillon’s life before he’d been turned into a vampire. She wasn’t here that long. She could tell he was young, though. Everything about what she studied and learned about him said so. “Why would he stay here?”
Issac made his way downstairs. Playing scientist wasn’t in his plans for the day, but when he couldn’t find his sister, he knew exactly where to look for her and sure enough he found her. He was dressed in a pair of clean jeans and a white crisp button up, and his hair was perfectly coiffed. “ She doesn’t screw up.” He finally chimed in as he joined his sister.
He wrinkled his nose at the mess. “ You’ve made a mess again.” He rolled his eyes, of course he was blaming Dillon. It didn’t matter if it was Elemalle who threw the blood at him, which was apparent by the blood all over Dillon’s body. Unless he decided to pour it all over himself, which Issac doubted. Either way it was his fault. “ And you kind of.. smell and you look... awful. I think it’s time for a shower.” He walked over to the younger vampire and pinched the sleeve of his shirt between his index and thumb, barely touching the material. “ And a change of clothes… these are.. well unacceptable.” He really didn’t care too much about the state Dillon was in but he knew that his sister was probably gagging over the bloody mess.
“Everyone screws up,” Dillon laughed lightly. “He would stay here because he’s been here forever already. It’s easy for him. The only reason he left in the first place was to take me travelling, so… if he’s leaving, it’s to find me. And I’ve got nothing but time. He’ll be back,” he muttered lowly, flinching a little as Issac came back. “Everyone screws up!” he repeated with another laugh. Clearly he was beginning to lose his mind, because with both of them here he certainly wasn’t in for a good time. He was just exhausted, mentally and physically. What the hell did two vampires get out of holding a vampire captive and torturing him? He knew Herrick must have offered a reward, so it wasn’t for money. Was it just for fun?
Dillon whimpered at the mention of a shower, curling into himself even more. Showers were his least favorite time. For someone who used to happily share his nudity with the world… he certainly did hate being naked in front of this twisted duo. Who knows what they would do to him? It was never the same; they were far too unpredictable.
Ele was alright teasing Dillon but she was overwhelmed with relief when Isaac appeared. He made everything better just by being there. The way he swooped in, unabashed even by the sight and smell of all that blood. He was so brave. She sighed airily as she watched him pluck at Dillon’s clothes and look the boy over like something foul he’d stepped in and smeared on the bottom of his shoe. “Isaac,” she said with relish, her cheek bulging around the candy in her mouth. “Thank goodness you’ve come. I tried to feed him, I really did, but he’s so stubborn.” She rolled her eyes. “You might have to pour it down his rotten little throat!”
“I’m sure you did..” He glanced around at all the blood on the floor and walls. “ I’ll make sure he eats something.. c’mon now..” He tugged at the hem of Dillon’s shirt. “ It’s shower time. Hands up.” He attempted the sweetest, sing song voice he could manage, but everyone in the room knew he was just being patronizing.
“ I was thinking…” He glanced over his shoulder at his sister. “ That maybe we’ll give him a little treat today. Let him go outside for a little bit?” He folded his arms over his chest as he waited for Dillon to take his clothes off. A little smirk tugged at the corner of his pouty lips, letting his sister know he had a plan for this outing. “ But if you want to go outside Dillon you need to eat.” He added as if Dillon was some child he was trying to bribe.
Dillon tensed up, looking down at the floor. Outside was the last place he wanted to go. He never got a treat, it was always just more torture. Plus, who knew what time of day it was. Eating the way he had been and lack if exposure meant the sun would probably burn him pretty badly. Maybe that was what they had in mind. “I don't want to go outside and I don't want to eat,” he huffed lowly, looking anywhere but at the twins or the mess of blood. Of course he would love a shower, a meal, and a trip outside on a normal day.. but obviously this wasn't normal. Though, with how long he had been held captive, it was starting to feel normal. He just missed his life. His husband, his job, his dog, his home. They all seemed like such distant memories now.
Ele looked Dillon over slowly at his continual refusal to play along then over at Isaac whose temper was just as short as hers but more likely to burn long and slow than hot and quick and she pulled the lollipop slowly out of her mouth again. “I’ll go get a bucket of ice water,” she promised cheerily and turned away with a light groan of the old wooden floorboards beneath her on the way to the bathroom.
“ For fuck sakes!” He slammed his hand right hand against the wall. “ Does it look like I fucking care what yyyouuu, want?” He stepped behind Dillon and gave him a good hard shove, not hard enough to knock him off his feet just strong enough to get him to at the very least take one small step forward. “ I am trying to be nice to you… and now my shoes are a bloody mess.” He glanced down at them as if to make a point. “ You’re going to have lunch because we’re not inhuman, you’re going to have a nice shower, and then we are going to go outside. If you participate nicely you can take your shower on your own, with fruity smelling soaps and warm water. If I have to clean you up myself it won’t be as enjoyable.” He growled. “ So let’s take a little walk…” He clasped his hand on Dillon’s shoulder and ushered him forward. “ I get it…” He continued on like he was really a nice person. “ I don’t like jared blood either… so..” He waved over to one of the other rooms. “ I have a friend in the other room and well, she’s very nice. So try not to kill her… because then I’ll be really, really mad.” He reached in his pockets for his keys only to realise he didn’t have them. “ Ele, t’a tu les clés?” He called to his sister.
Dillon grumbled lowly as he was shoved forward, eyes shutting as he took a few calming breaths. He knew there had to be a catch. There was always a catch. “And what do you want from me, Issac?” he asked lowly, looking over his shoulder at the other vampire. And then he couldn't find his keys. He sighed. They were so much more tolerable apart. He wanted to ruin them regardless, but still. “She probably wants me to lick the blood off her shoes before she’ll let you ‘spoil’ me,” he laughed coldly.
“Oui, mon frère!” Ele didn’t have to shout because hearing Isaac call for her pulled her back to his side like a moth to a flame. Or a butterfly in her case. “ She held the keys out to her, simple instruments on a metal ring. She dangled them from her fingertips in front of Dillon, taunting him with such a close taste of freedom. “I see you’ve convinced him to do as he’s told.” She wanted to touch him, poor Dillon, mostly because she knew he’d hate it but not until he’d d a shower!
“ Merci ma belle.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek as he took the keys from her. “ I’ve convinced him to do what’s in his best interest.” He replied. He looked through the keys for the right one and smiled when he found it. He unlocked one of the rooms and inside was terrified blonde female huddled in the corner of the room. “ Lunch is served.” He gave Dillon a small push into the room and shut the door. He would surely not refuse fresh blood. He slide open the little window and peered into the room to see what was going on. “ Do you think he’ll kill her?” He asked his sister as he made room for her to see inside as well.
Dillon shuffled forward, clearly not happy to be going wherever Issac was leading him. He huffed loudly when he was shoved again and the door was shut, looking over at the girl awkwardly. He was so hungry, but this poor girl looked terrified. “Uh… hey,” he muttered, chewing on his lower lip and drawing blood because his fangs were still dropped. “I'm called Dillon,” he added. “I'm not covered in blood because I killed someone. They threw it at me. I'm being kept here, too,” he rambled lowly, slowly approaching her. “I haven't eaten in a while. And I have a feeling they're gonna keep me locked in here until I do. Which. If I wait much longer I'll go into bloodlust, which… isn't pretty. So. I don't want to, but I'm gonna bite you, ok? I won't take much and it won't hurt,” he explained, hoping his words reassured her.
“Isaac,” Ele’s eyes widened a little as she stepped closer to the small window so she could see also although she wouldn’t push him out of the way to get a good look. She remembered moments like this, cheek to cheek with her brother when they were both small children, watching through the slats in the bannister at the lavish parties their parents threw or as Christmas dinner was being prepared. Fondly her small hand slid up from the small of his back to rest on his shoulders. “You’re so brilliant! I would have stood there for hours arguing with him but it took you only a matter of moments! I wish i could command such obedience.”
Dillon’s words were a distraction, an annoying buzz in her ear. “I don’t think he will. Maybe if we had given it another day. They need blood every twenty four hours when they’re as young as he is.”
He reached over and tugged gently on Ele’s hair and gave her a playful wink. “ Please, you have dad wrapped around your little finger.” And him, she had Issac wrapped around her little finger too but he wasn’t going to freely admit to that. He was after all cleaning up the bloody mess she made without any complaints. “ He will.” He nodded his head, and if he didn’t he’d go in there and rip her throat out. He wouldn’t be able to resist that much warm fresh blood, there was no way. “ I have a fun experiment for us today.” He told his sister in French so Dillon wouldn’t understand them. “Hurrrry up already.” He shouted at the younger vampire. “ We don’t have all day.”
Dillon glared at the door when Isaac yelled, huffing again. He thought about stalling more, but his stomach growled angrily at him, and suddenly he was right up next to the girl, sniffing her. He was salivating now; he could hear and smell her blood pumping through her veins. He tipped her head to the side quickly, nose trailing along her pulsepoint before his tongue lapped over it. He hadn't fed from a human in so long. He let out a small purring growl before he finally bit down, moaning as the warm blood hit his tongue.
“You do?” Ele’s fascination peaked when it seemed Dillon was finally going in for the bite. She was half expecting him to screw it up because he was drinking from a woman and if there ever was a queer in Shadow Falls it was him! But he surprised her, shamelessly snuggling up to her and licking her neck before he bit. It made her shiver, putting her hand to the side of her own neck. She’d pour boiling water over her body if he ever did that to her! “I’m sure it’s brilliant,” she whispered back towards him, turning her back on the scene and resting her shoulders against the wall. Watching Isaac was better than seeing what mess Dillon was about to make.
He kept an eye on Dillon but most of his attention was now on his sister. “ Let me know when you’re done. Remember try not to kill her.” He called into the hole in the door, as if all of this was completely normal and they were buddies who played on the soccer team together. “ Well if we’re going to outside, I don’t want him screaming bloody murder and attracting attention to us.. even if we’re far out here.. so I was thinking it would be interesting to see how fast vocal chords repair themselves!” He continued to converse with his sister in French he didn’t want Dillon to suddenly stop being cooperative with him. “ Oh and I promised him some fruity soap… do we have any of that?” The last part he said in english so Dillon would know he was keeping good on his promise.
Dillon didn't give a shit about fruity soap, especially right now. He pulled the girl closer, one arm around her waist and the other hand firmly grasping her throat. She tried to twitch away from him and he bit down harder. So much for being gentle. His eyes were glazed over and he almost drained her for all that she was worth, but as always when he fed (if he didn't plan on killing, of course) he heard Herrick's voice in his head, telling him to listen to the heartbeat slow and then stop. He pulled back just as the girl was probably getting dizzy, licking over the wound to close it. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand as he panted for air he didn't need, licking all the blood off his own skin, too.
The smell from the room where Dillon assaulted the girl was becoming unbearable, Ele’s nose wrinkling as she waved a hand briefly in front of her face. “I have some,” she admitted. “Although then he’ll smell like me and I’m not sure how comfortable I am with that. I know.” Her smile grew as she stood, straightened, “mother has some. Hers will do.” She watched Isaac, waiting for him to signal that it was a good idea. She could then skip down to her room and find exactly what Dillon had been promised so that Isaac could continue to build a relationship of trust with the pathetic little rat. “And then we’ll go outside. That will be a lot of fun, even if most of the leaves had fallen now.” She tried to sound enthusiastic for Dillon’s sake.
He nodded to Ele, giving her the sign to go get the soap after peering into the room he was a hot mess in there. A shower would do him some good. “ Not bad young grasshopper, you didn’t kill her. I guess you had a pretty good teacher.” He opened the door it hadn’t been locked. “ I sent Ele to go get you some fruity soap for your shower. As promised.” He chirped happily. “ And we’ll get you some clean clothes for after the shower.” It would be silly to refuse Issac’s offer of a shower and clean clothes, he didn’t often spoil his victims. He didn’t often feel guilty for his actions, but Dillon had been with them for a long time now. He deserved something for helping them with their research.
“I had the best teacher,” Dillon muttered lowly, trying not to let the thoughts of Herrick upset him. He swore to Herrick that he wouldn't just disappear on him like others had, and then… but Herrick had to know he wasn't like them. He had to. He looked up at his captor as the door was opened, slowly shuffling toward him. “I really don't care about how the soap smells. A shower would be nice regardless,” he sighed, still licking over his sticky lips. He wouldn't deny that smelling nice would remind him of being home, though.
He couldn't handle these mood swings. One moment he was ready to fight, ready to try to kill them all on his way out, even if it meant he might die… and the next, he was just depressed and mopey. Captivity had done a number on his already wonky mental state.
The rest of the house, outside the floor of all the cells and locked doors, the Island was a happier place. Gatéan wouldn't let them live in shambles and while Ele didn’t know how much the Moreaus were worth she knew she never had to worry about anything no matter where they traveled or how their expenses rose. It was especially nice because she had no idea how to pinch pennies, to save, to manage money, and certainly no idea how to actually work for a living. She hadn’t had to do it while she lived, she wasn’t about to do it with her forever.
She returned before long with a pink bottle of soap that smelled like a cross between strawberries and rose petals. A whiff of it reminded her of their mother which meant that now Dillon would remind her of the woman too. She found the thought more funny than aggravating. “I”m back,” she called because she wasn’t sure if Dillon and Isaac were still with that girl or if they’d made it all the way to the bathrooms.
He stepped into the room to check on the human, to double check she was in fact still alive and she was. So Issac stepped out and locked the door behind him, he would feed her and take care of her later. For now he guided Dillon towards the bathrooms. “ He is pretty nice.” Issac hadn’t actually spent any time with Herrick but the idea of befriending the captive’s husband just seem so cruel that it made it to the stop of his to do list. “ It’s a very nice house you have, had.” He added without much expression to his first but on the inside he was smirking wildly to himself.
“We’re over here.” He called from the bathroom area. “ You have five minutes.” He glanced down at his watch. Five minutes seemed fair. He fished out a towel from the closet and placed it on the counter. “ I’ll get you some clean clothes.” He leaned against the door as he waited for his sister to arrive with the soap. He fully planned on giving Dillon privacy to shower. It wasn’t like there was anyway for him to escape, there was no windows whatsoever in the small room. “ I’m going to get him some clothes and clean up the room. “ He informed his sister. If Ele decided to give him his privacy.. that was a whole another story.
“It's still my house,” Dillon grumbled as he took the soap and slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself. He sighed heavily as he turned the water on and started pulling his clothes off, happy for the little bit of privacy and getting to wash the filth off of him. He thought about the shower in his and Herrick’s room back at the house… the beautiful tile and the amazing water pressure. This shower was nothing compared to that, he mused to himself as he stepped under the Luke warm spray. He stood under the water for a few minutes before he finally lathered up all over, knowing his allotted time was running out.
“Don’t be long.” Ele called after her brother, watching Isaac as he back tracked to the room where Dillon was kept, the room their guest had made messy by refusing to do as he was told. Left to her own devices she glanced at the door to the bathroom where Dillon undoubtedly was very naked and covered in soap and then back where her twin had disappeared to. She drummed her fingers along the wall before turning, yanking the door open and following Dillon inside. Blatantly, she let her eyes roam over his body and a cheshire smile curled up the corners of her pink mouth. “Were you really a stripper? With that body?” Male dancers she had seen over the years were always bigger than Dillon. Muscled. They actually looked like men. No woman wanted to be seduced by a child. “Is that really what the Roman likes? Little boys? That’s kind of disturbing.”
Issac was not a fan of cleaning things up but like most pet owners it was important to pick up after them. It wasn’t like they could send the maid down here, he wasn’t sure that would go over too well. He rolled up the sleeves to his shirt and began to clean up. It merely tidied when he was done, Issac wasn’t exactly very experienced with cleaning supplies but he did his best to make it look okay. It was clean enough for Dillon to live in and wasn’t so bad that it would upset his sister. Plus he didn’t want to leave Dillon and Ele along for too long. He put always the cleaning supplies and dug some clothes out of the armoire, which looked about Dillon’s size. In fact the shirt might have been Dillon’s originally or maybe it belonged to one of the other vampire’s before him. It didn’t matter. He hurried back to them with the clothes, to find the door was open. He put them down on the counter. “ I think these will fit.” He announced, he didn’t bother to comment on the fact that his sister was in there trying to rile Dillon up.
Dillon just sighed when he heard the door open. He was used to showering with supervision; at least he'd gotten a few minutes. “Yes,” he answered simply, rolling his eyes as he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. He'd been a very successful stripper as a human. All the vampire businessmen apparently had a thing for Daddy fantasies. He couldn't help the way he looked especially now. Plus…. “He wasn't that interested at first, I don't think… but I grew on him,” He murmured. Herrick loved the way he looked fragile but wasn't. Plus, he had a Daddy thing going on, too. Whatever. People, especially vampires, were kinky. They were two consenting adults. He didn't care what her opinion of it was.
He finally took in a deep breath and sighed it out, turning the shower off and stepping out to grab a towel. He was trying not to let the twins get under his skin right now, but he knew it wouldn't last. He dried his hair (fuck, it was getting so long. It touched his shoulders now) and body off before reaching for the clothes. The shirt was his, a dark green deep v neck he had worn all the time. Herrick loved green on him. He gulped hard as he pulled it on, followed by the underwear and pants. “What now?”
“He fought the Spartan,” Ele went on, sitting on the edge of the sink as she watched Dillon get dressed. He might be telling the truth about the stripper thing because he wasn’t exactly shy when it came to being naked around other people. That was uncommon in her experience. Not rare but certainly not the norm. “Kidnapped his girl and, well, the three of them went out into the woods but only two of them came back. It kind of makes you go ‘hmm’.” Pulling open the door she held it for Dillon, smiling at her brother beyond. “Tada! He’s nearly presentable again. Are you surprised?”
He smiled at his sister. “ Not bad, not bad.” He nodded his head in approval. “ Definitely smells better.” He added. “ Well… as I said earlier… I figured you could use some air. “ He slipped his hands into the pockets up his dress pants. “ But… I don’t exactly trust that you’re not going to scream bloody murder the second you get out there.. so.” He glanced at Ele. “ We’re going to test how long it takes for your vocal chords to heal.” He added in a very nonchalant way. He waved his hand in the air, as if the whole thing was no big deal it would take a quick second really and then they could go out and enjoy the fresh air.