<span style="font-family:Kotta One">The glare contained within Jaelyn’s eyes never left as she took all the words that Isaac managed to hiss at her; in fact, the severity of her gaze only grew more and more. It was actually quite shocking for her to see that such tenacity had managed to survive Ezrah’s reign of terror and she was quite certain there were things she could learn from such perseverance. However, the time for her to learn from it was not at that moment. Trying to learn from it now would only hurt the situation that she was trying so hard to establish. <br/>
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Instead, she only had more words to offer. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:palevioletred">“You think my hell is over?”</span> she asked, her tone deadly soft. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:palevioletred">“You have no idea…”</span> As much as it might seem like she enjoyed being a vampire, truly Jaelyn could’ve honestly said that she hated herself for what she was. She didn’t enjoy needing to drink the blood of innocent people in order to survive and go without unbearable pain; she didn’t like the fact that she would never have children or grandchildren, and she certainly didn’t like the fact that she couldn’t grow old and couldn’t really die unless tragedy befell her. Jaelyn had been the sort of person who had dreamed of having a perfectly normal life and being a vampire stole all of that away from her. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:palevioletred">“Besides, I never said your place was as a slave. You could become a member of a well-oiled community that provides for everyone equally,”</span> she added, loud enough so that everyone could hear. She wanted them to know that she didn’t intend to have them spend the rest of their lives in cages if she knew she could trust them enough to let them out to actually live semi-functional lives. Jaelyn only had to keep them at the plantation, but they could build a town around it if they ever earned that much trust. She wanted them to know that. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:palevioletred">“That mouth of yours is gonna keep you behind bars, though, if it doesn’t learn something about respect.”</span> <br/>
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Finally, though, Jaelyn was forced to take her attention off of Isaac because there were others who also had thoughts and words to give voice to. She wanted to do her best to hear everyone. It was an easy enough thing to do that Ezrah hadn’t done so it seemed like a safe place to start. <br/>
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To the ones who sought to end it, she nodded. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:palevioletred">“Very well then.”</span> Briefly, she addressed the others. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:palevioletred">“To those who wish to live, return to your cells. To those who seek death, you will follow me.”</span> As she said it, her eyes solidified into a glare directly at Isaac. It almost seemed to say, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:palevioletred"><i>‘Get your ass back into that cell or I’ll have to make an example out of you.’</i></span></span>