#slavebethany

After the time the mistletoes had been hung up, Damian was sure he knew what doors where save to pass and what doors weren’t. But when he walked up to one, seeing a girl standing there and looking up the mistletoe, Damian walked up to her instead of turning around what he had actually planned. He gave her a grin. “May I?” He asked, waiting a few seconds before leaning in and kissing her.

{Text-Uriel}:  Sleep well Bethany.  I hope your dreams are pleasant.

{Text-Uriel}:  Sweet dreams little slave...hehehehe

“Well now that Scarlett has been claimed I’ll let her Mistress take over her training unless she requests my help.  I still owe Bethany a punishment rental, possibly Annalise as well.  As for who I want to rent for myself for fun...well.  Are you hoping it’s you my dear?”

At the edge of the water fireworks has exploded in the air. The night filled with booming sounds that reminded the old vampire of times in battle. When cannons fired off and explosions took place. A feeling akin to nostalgia could be felt, though he ignored it as he continued to take a drag of his cigarette and watch the light colour the darkened night sky.

He was in the building, watching from a darkened hallway as many gathered around. Fireworks were far too loud for his vampiric ears, but he wasn’t hiding from them. Rather, he had been busy and in no mood to deal with the clusters of people that gathered for such a redundant show. After watching a few of the fireworks die out, Xavier outed his cigarette right there on the polished floor and walked steadily through the school. 

In truth he had no real aim in his destination, but he was thinking of stopping by the Masters bar to grab a drink. At least that was until a familiar scent caught his attention and his eyes shifted towards another hallway as his ears picked up on the sound of a heart beating and shoes hitting the floor. His vampire speed would be handy in appearing before her, but he didn’t use it, and instead opted to stroll calmly and pointedly towards her. Before she reached him, he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, and his brow raised. “I am almost certain that one little kitten enjoyed a fireworks show.” He spoke to draw her attention to him, to allow her to know he stood there, and his smirk grew as he did.

It had been a couple months since Uriel had had his fateful run in with Bethany, but he was a patient man.  When the uncountable centuries stretched before you, there was no reason to rush into things.  He had taken his time, allowing her to feel safe in her supposed freedom from punishment.  Walking his final sweep through the cells, he noticed that all the slaves in the cells were asleep, to include Bethany.  Nodding to the night shift guards, Uriel slipped into his suite and settled cross legged on the floor.  Closing his eyes, Uriel slipped away from the real world and into the world of dreams.

Uriel floated in the darkness that was the world of dreams, a field of black broken up by countless points of light.  Each light represented a dreamer and every light had it’s own unique feel, and Uriel had spent the last few months learning the feel of every slave’s dream, along with those of most of the other Master and Mistresses as well.  You never knew when it would be necessary to visit one of those as well.  Grinning wickedly to himself, Uriel sought the dream he wanted and slipped inside, cloaking himself from the sleeper.

Once inside, Uriel looked around getting a feel for Bethany’s dream world itself.  Feeling the rhythm and pulse of her dream, Uriel gently took control of the dream and began to slowly change it to show him what he want to see.  Let’s start with something small shall we.  Let’s see something...embarrassing.

“I do believe that is the smartest thing I’ve heard you say yet Greyface.  It does seem as though someone has been slacking in her training.  Perhaps she needs a crash course on how to behave better.”

Bethany,

I am pleased to allow you to join the ranks at my establishment. Make yourself available to stop by Thursday, well will find a suitable place for you, slave.

Master Xavier Drakon

Name: Bethany Owens

Age: 18

Species: Human

Slave/Master/Mistress: Slave

Preferred Job Type: As you wish, Master

Days Available: Whenever you wish, Master

Blood Type: AB-

Why do you want to work here: To be available to you, Master

Any Illnesses: None