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The wrong hiding place

K

Kikora

Banned
Banished
Joined
Sep 12, 2009
Location
Too far south
Valhra ran through the woods, trying to lose the pursuers that kept her trail so closely. She moved silently, barely brushing the foliage around her, and alternating from running low on the ground, and swinging up to the tips of the trees... Still it did not seem to matter how she evaded and weaved through the forest, they were getting closer.

Panic coursed through her, until she was dashing wildly, her eyes searching for somewhere to hide, anywhere to go. She didn't want to be caught, forced into a life of slavery.

When her village was attacked two weeks ago by these humans she thought her people could stand their own... But was horribly wrong. Their magic was powerful and when her people fell, they were captured. A few ran, like her, to escape their binding magic and horrible collars. She didn't know what happened to them... Only what was happening to her as she failed to escape.

Finally her eyes land on a house in the woods, huge and impressive. She could hide there, at least until the search died down. She smiled, and sprang into the clearing, running into the house through a partially ajar door. She paused, before hesitantly going in further, trying to find somewhere to hide. She normally hated intruding on people, but surely... Surely they would understand.
 
A soft sigh escaped his lips, for Ivan the house was too big and even though he had the ability to do things without much effort, the loneliness was like an itch that he could not get rid off. His dark brown eyes would glance from the furnished kitchen over to the fire place. The chandlier making the whole room glow, yet even the light did not seem to bring life to the house.

A suggestion from his good friend William went through his mind, about getting a human slave, it was common practice for vampires to have one or more and best of all was that there were many he could choose from at a very affordable price. But still he found it quite annoying to travel outside and as good of a friend William was, he did not trust him not to play tricks, like sending a slave which he knew, Ivan would hate.

Just as he thought of heading towards the slave market, the silence in the house broke, he could hear the sound of faint foot steps, he did not expect company so the first thing that came to mind was an enemy, yet then the sound of a heart beat pushed that thought away, a human he thought with a smile.

Deciding to greet that person, he rose up to his feet, cautiously heading towards his room, so this person had discovered the small getaway door which he kept open so it was easier to go out at night when he needed a meal. As he reached his room, which was quite simple to say the least, with a bed as well as a closet along with a protrait of his late mother on the wall, his thoughts were to whether this human was a male or female.
 
Valhra closed the door behind her hastily, but still silently. She didn't want her pursuers finding where she had entered, especially since it was more then likely that they would find this mansion very quickly. If she left clues to where she had entered... She shook her head of the though, not wanting to imagine what life might await her if she was made into a slave.

Instead she moved further into the room, which was to her surprise a bedroom. She looked for a hiding spot, in case the trackers decided to search the house, or ask the owner to do the same. She thought about seeking out whoever lived here, but for now that would be unwise. She did not know their views on slavery, and could very well turn her over if they found her trespassing.

The first thing she spotted was the closet... But that had the nasty tendency to be opened. Even if just to look for clothing, it was an easy hiding place to find. Other than that there seemed to be no other places to tuck away... Until she again looked at the bed and gave a mental groan. It seemed so childish, hiding under the bed... But she had little choice now. She crawled under quickly, adjusting the sheets and blanket to hide her from casual view... And prepared for a long wait.
 
He entered the room in wonder if he would find the human who had intruded into his mansion, not really minding that fact. But it had been so long since anyone humans had entered the house and he did miss listening to their heart beats and also their continuous talk of doom and gloom. All the people he had met were aristrocrats and all they were concerned about was when they were going to die. Each time they would try to persuade him to change them yet he would politely give them hope by saying that he would think about it. It was quite amusing to watch humans hold on to, a thing like hope and the despair they felt as that light faded away.

He had expected to find the human inside his room, yet it brought a grin to his lips as the room was empty just as it had been left before. The silence that had been upheld in this house for so long, still had not returned, the steady beating of that person's heart could be heard ever so clearly. "Hmm... where could that person have gone, I was quite sure I heard a noise from around here somewhere." He said to himself in an effort to feign confusion.

He approached his bed, sitting down on it. Knowing full well the human which from the steady silent breathing he could not hear clearly was a girl, had been hiding beneath the bed. But where was the fun of ending this hide and seek game so soon. "Aargh, perhaps I ll take a nap, must have been imagining intruders." He said, rather loudly before he leaned his head down kneeling to find the girl. "Hmm what have we here, and whom might you be and what might you be doing in my house, dear girl?" He asked with a raised brow, stepping a few feet back, beckoning her to come out.
 
She stayed under the bed, patient as she heard footsteps approaching. Was it possible that someone had heard her? She had walked carefully, trying to stay silent.... Perhaps they simply had a form of alarm, or were heading up to bed. Though, the timing on the last one was bad. It was already late in the evening, if this bed would be occupied someone would be resting in it by now.

The door opened, and Valhra could hear footsteps enter and pause. A deep baritone voice cut through the silence, slightly louder than it needed to be. She winced some, suspecting she knew what would happen next.... And there it was, another loud statement addressing the seemingly empty room, followed he her meeting the other man's eyes as he pressed his cheek against the cool floor. His brow was raised, a note of amusement on his face. Valhra gave an inward sigh at having been discovered so quickly... And hiding under his bed like some nighttime monster no less!

She crawled out, unsure how to make such an action seem elegant, and slowly rose to her feet. Her placid green eyes hid the humiliation and fear that twisted inside of her, a shield of deceit between the two of them. "I apologise for having intruded upon your home." She started, knowing by now he spotted the curved length of her ears, her arched eyebrows, and delicately tilted eyes. "My name is Valhra, I am a survivor of a raid upon my home some weeks ago. I fear I had to seek refuge in your home to escape my pursuers. She took a moment to consider her next words, weighing each carefully. "I apologize again for any disturbance I might have caused, and if you allow me to seek sanctuary here, then I will do my best to be a fine guest, and repay you generous charity."
 
His eyes slowly was taking in her appearance, careful to take in her figure thoroughly, not bothering whether it was rude or not. "So your house was raided along with several others, well you see, perhaps it's by coincidence I am in need of a maid, whom could be a live in one to attend to my needs, one who knows how to cook and clean should do fine for now, so if you have those traits, or are willing to learn them I suppose I can let you stay." He said, keeping his tone low, to try and sound genuinely concerned for her, the wheels in his mind turning on ways of using her.

His eyes had carefully managed to check the three marks which were obvious on all slaves, the sore bruising left by chains on a slave's neck, both her wrists and legs. He had noticed two out of three and immediately knew he had a slave, but it was not time to reveal that to her. First he would have his fun before the actual blackmailing would start. "So, what do you think, are you up to the task, Valhra?" He said with a small smile on his lips. His head slightly tilted to a side, he also noticed her eyes and ears which were some what peculiar.

His dark hazel eyes were always very sharp and went well with his cropped short night like hair. He had a dark blue cashmere shirt on, which showed his expensive taste in clothing along with a pair of green pants, he did not mind fashion wise and would always be criticised by his friends due to that.
 
She couldn't help but to shift uncomfortably under his gave, feeling uneasy over being viewed so openly. Though, she did assume he was just intruiged to see one of her species, a rare enough sight in these parts to warrent surprise, and besides... She had to give his offer thought, and not dwell on lingering gazes.

She half turned to where she knew the slavers were tracking her, raising a hand to the welt on her throat. Could she refuse? Would she dare? If she was turned out, she would suffer enslavement, she knew... Surely being a maid for a few years wasn't as horrible as that prospect, after all, how long could this human live?

She bowed deeply. "I am touched by you generosity, sir." She said quietly, smiling at him, "I would be honored to serve as your maid."
 
He was a bit dissapointed about how quikly she had agreed to his proposal, he was hoping for her to disagree or atleast be unsure so as to enquire some more about the people that was chasing her and to watch her squirm and try to weasel her way out. He had even gone so far as to keep a small dusty maid's outfit in the kitchen it was prepared just incase a maid was ever to step foot in his mansion he would have her wear it once it was cleaned but for now he needed to be ready for the pursuers just invade they had followed her to his house. Even though he was a lord, an escaped slave always had an owner so unless he has paid for her in front of the eyes of the law what he was doing illegal.

"I want you to go to the second room to your right you'll find some of my sister's leftover clothes and I'm quite sure your hungry as well. You may use the kitchen to make something for yourself." he spoke quite strictly before clearing his throat, the continued. ""I prefer having dinner at around 9pm sharp so have it ready by then no sooner no later also do not ever wake me up before 8am I normally sleep late and hate it when someone disrupts my sleep. You will be doing the washing, cooking and cleaning and also do remember the only one you will be serving is me. Also in addition to those chores you will be answering the door as well as the phone, understood?" he asked with a raised brow.
 
He explained her chores, and she raised a brow, struggling not to let her anger show through to her face. His tone, his words... So insolent... Were all humans this way, ot did she simply have the bad luck to run across the undesireables. It took some forcing for her to bow, a polite smile on her lips. "You are very kind." She lied. "I hope my obedience will help repay you some for you generosity."

The words stung from her mouth, she had an almost immediate dislike of this man for his tone, but reminded herself that he was simply a human. Given four or five decades he would pass, and she would be free. Until then she would bear through his attitude. She straightened, and rose a brow, "But, Sir, I do have to point out that I am an Elf, but species lives much longer than a human. I know that can be unsettling for many of your kind. Do you want me to stay in your service, even if that means you grow old, while I stay ever young?" A simple enough statement to point out, many humans forget such details, she knew. Including the slave catchers pursueing her... And remembering them she tensed slightly, a look of concern on her face.
 
He had to do his best to stifle another chuckle it was clear as the darkness of the night how much hatred she held for him, right from her body language. He watched on as she gave a very unconvincing performance, pretending to be the perfect obedient maid and one whom wanted everyone to believe that she was enjoying being here. But there was a rather peculiar thought going through him as he wondered whether he should point out that he was an immortal and never grew old. Then decided not, watching her trying to outlive him would be rather entertaining. "I do not mind that, after all, it would just mean when I grew old I still would seem to be able to atleast have a beautiful maid in the house." He said without a thought.

He knew he could not hide this secret forever and wondered how she would react to such things. "Oh yes, those raiders did they know how you look, I mean they might try to pursue you, after all I heard they do not like keeping traces of their handiwork for anyone to see." He said, with a shrug, handing her basically a lifeline, since he knew how thorough slave catchers would be. After all they were paid very well, to do the job and failure was never an option.
 
Valhra bowed again, raising a brow. So this man wanted to keep her to look after him even as he grew old? That she could do, she might not like it, but her race was a patient one. She straightened, trying to keep a smile on her face as he mentioned the slavers. She turned to look over her shoulder again, a note of fear on her face. If she got caught now... She imagined it would lead to a severe beating, and of course being re-chained and guarded from another escape. This was her one chance, if she didn't stay hidden, safe. "I am sure they will give up soon..." She whispered the lie, her fingers twisting the fabric of her dress nervously. "But... It would be easier for a human to hide than one of my kind..." Elves were few in this world, much less those that looked so exotic as she did. Deep blue eyes matched her slightly darker hair, an angular but femine face.... Surely it was the well known Elven beauty that brought the slavers on them, and kept their pursuit so strong.

"May I... See your sisters room so I might change?" She asked, hoping there was a hat she could hide her hair and ears under. "Then I will prepare you a fine dinner, my lord."
 
He decided against displaying any kind of anger towards her just yet, he had planned of making sure she felt indebted to him so she would have no choice other then to stay here. "Yes, you may although you might want to be careful around this house, it might look old but the antiques inside are quite priceless, my sister's room is on the second door to your right, I am sure you will be needing your privacy so I ll let you explore a little but I expect you at the dining room within 10 minutes." He said, in a rather blunt tone, sauntering over to the bed, settling down on it. "I am not one known for being very patient my dear, so it would be best not to be late." He said, somewhat silently. His dark eyes had fallen over to the potrait of his mother as if he had already lost interest in Valhra.

He wondered how he would handle the slave finders, also about how well she had managed to hide herself while evading capture, he would rather avoid a battle with them, especially since he had not been able to even size her up or to experience the services she would be able to provide.
 
Valhra nodded, "I assure you my lord, I will treat your every possesion as though it were made of spun glass." She whispered, and bowed, dipping her head low, like any good servant should. "I will be down in just a minute."

She left the room quickly enough, wandering down to his sisters room, her soft boots barely making any sound at all against the floor. Once inside, she immediately looked for something to hide her Elven features. She tied her hair back, hiding it in a black scarf, and placed a fashionable low-brimmed hat ontop. It hid her prefectly, and she found a long deep purple dress that matched fairly well.

In the mirror she looked like a human lady, expensive tasts given the quality of the clothing, but nothing that would draw a second glance if someone was searching for an Elf.

With a satisfied smile she glanced at the clock, and blinked, it had already been seven minutes. She hurried from the room, rushing down the stairs to find the kitchen. It took her a moment, but just as it reached the ten minute mark, she stepped in, not late, but close.
 
Armand was pacing back and forth, hoping she would be late, so that he could punish her in one way or the other. So he was quite dissapointed when he realised she made it right on the dot. He rubbed his temple a little bit, thinking of what to do with her. "Well, you made it barely on time, next time do try to hurry, I don't tolerate insolence." He spat out at her.

Trotting over towards her, he stopped right infront of her and reached out with his right hand. Lowering till it was right over her buttocks, smacking right down on one cheek. " That will hopefully remind you, never to be late again, now go prepare dinner, like a good little servant." He said, a grin returning to his lips.
 
The elf woman bowed slightly, ducking her head to the man and his agitation. She couldn't quite understand his agitation, even if she cut it close, in the end she had reached the kitchen in fair time. He still treated her as though she had made a horribly mistake, frowning and rubbing his temples as he spat in her direction. It took every bit of self control for her to not step forward and strike the vampire for his mouth, but the memory of those hunting her managed to keep her in place. She kept her outward appearance of calm even when the man moved close to her, and patted her bottom through the dress. "Yes, sir." She said tightly, and quickly moved away, before she changed her mind about striking the man. 'Endure' She reminded herself as she turned to the kitchen to begin cooking. 'Just for a few decades.'
 
Armand sauntered over following her, he was quite pleased about how she was rather obedient in comparison to earlier. He slowly pressed into her lithe figure from behind, leaning his lips towards her ear and whispered. "So, what will you be preparing for me, my pet?" Purposefully grinding his crotch right up against her bottom, he knew she could feel his throbbing hardness. "I do have unique tastes, so I hope to adhere to them." His lips hovered slowly towards her neck, stopping mere inches away. He had never tasted an elf's blood, but he had heard that it was quite delectable. Due to that he had wanted to savor that moment properly rather then have a quick taste now.
 
Valhra stiffened when he moved behind her, pressing his body against hers. Her eyes widened slightly when she felt him grind his crotch against her firm buttocks, his rock-hard manhood more than obvious even through the clothing. "I was going to see what food you had available." She said in a half growl, moving to pull herself away from him in one quick tug. "Really, sir, I would appreciate if you did not treat me so familiarly. I will be obedient to you, of course, but this is a little much, don't you agree?
 
He snickered a little, hearing her growl before she pulled away from him, "Well I am sure I do have the right food, if you were to look for them properly." He said, nodding to her comment about not treating her so familarly. He pointed at the very top shelf, in order to get there, she would have to stand up on her tiptoes atleast and he was not really making any effort to help her in anyway."What are you waiting for, I told you where it is, so go get it." He said, his voice booming as his mood became foul.
 
Oh how badly Valhra wanted to hit the insolent vampire now! He pointed to the highest possible shelf in the kitchen, and told her that his food was there. He made no move as if to help her, not did he tell her to move a stool or a chair to get to it. And, to be honest, she had the feeling that if she were to try to stand on one of his chairs he would scold her without mercy for mistreating his things.

So she moved quickly, ignoring his insolent tone, and reached up to the cabinet. In order to reach she had to move onto the very tips of her toes, stretching until it almost hurt top open the cabinet, and grab down what was inside.
 
Armand was smiling to himself, he did notice how smart the elf was, she did not use the chair, since he would have given her a good scolding if she had, but instead she did the most stupidest thing, that being what he asked her to do. "Here let me help you." He said, rather gently. Sauntering over to her, he wrapping an arm around her waist, slowly lifting her up off, but at the same time keeping her body pressed back into his and his other hand conveniently explored over her body to her breasts. "Well go on, grab the food, there should be some jars, onions and fruits and take as long as you need." He said, licking his lips, enjoying the friction between both their bodies.
 
Valhra tensed when the man walked up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. She pulled down item after item as quickly as she could, piling them on the counter neatly for later. "I can reach." She said stiffly. "My balance is very good, so kindly, let go of me, sir." She told him, reaching up with one hand while the other pulled his hand away from her generous bosom. "I asked you, please do not act so familiarly. I am the help, nothing more, sir."
 
Armand could not subdue his desire any longer he pressed her back against the counter, his hands returning back to her bossoms, kneading them together as his knee parted both her legs to find her crotch, grinding against it. His lips leaned over to roughly kiss hers, the bulge now throbbing even harder then before as his lust grew with each moment. His fingertips moving to her dress, in an effort to rip it apart.
 
Valhra let out a brief shriek when he turned her around. Her wide eyes locked onto his, almost immediately narrowing again in rage. His hands attacked her, squeezing her breasts firmly while his knee pressed between her legs, parting them easily. 'I should be able to fight a human better than this!' She thought frantically as he pressed his lips to hers, forcing a vicious kiss on her lips. She reared back, one hand catching his wrist firmly while the other raised. She balled her fist, and brought it down hard, aiming for the junction between his neck and shoulder. "Release me!" She growled against his kiss. "Have you lost your senses, human?"
 
Armand pretended to be hurt releasing his grip on her, breaking the kiss, he fell to his knees, clutching the spot she had stuck. "Ouch... that hurt, you don't hold back, do you?" Tilting his head up, he grinned a toothy smile, this time choosing to display the set of fangs. "As you can see, I am not exactly human, stupid elf, just cause you have a little bit of strength do not forget whom gave you a roof under your head and the only reason why that slave driver has not found you." He growled rather loudly, for some reason her insolence towards him had really set him off.
 
Valhra's eyes landed wide on the man's fangs, her own mouth falling slightly open in horror. She inched as far away as she could, until the counter edge dug into her spine and she gripped it desperately, trying to slide away to flee. "I agreed to work for you." She responded, trying to keep her calm as she moved. "I did not agree to vile acts of defilement for your pleasure." She paused, biting her lip nervously for a moment as she sought another part of the deal she could use as leverage. Surely he would not simply want a maid, he made that abundantly clear. So she raised a hand slowly, and threw her hair off her shoulder. "If you agree... I will not fight should you wish for my blood." She bargained. "I know Elf blood is a rare treat for your kind, surely this will satisfy you?"
 
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