Galos sat on his knees for a moment, completely and totally confused. If Karie was able to turn to look at him, she would see that he didn't understand how he went from his chair to naked and looming over his prize. His eyes went to the glass, still holding a bit of her blood within and things began to click in his head. Quickly, Galos got to his feet and dressed in what he had discarded. Without a word, he picked up the handkerchief that Karie had used to stop her bleeding and collected the glass he was drinking from. He wanted to get to the bottom of this as quickly as possible. Perhaps a letter to his sire would answer some of his questions....<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Two weeks passed in an instant, or so it seemed. The days were the same slate gray color, while the nights were a vibrant mix of silver and navy blue. Galos did not indulge in Karie's blood directly from the source during the entire period, but he did not let her out of his sight unless she was securely locked in his room. Maids were assigned to Karie, to ensure her well-being, especially after her first night in the House of Saryn. She was fed well and patched up to the best of their abilities. After a couple of days had passed, Galos returned and began his training of her. He was strict, but fair about it all, attempting his hardest to sculpt her into an obedient blood bank that would fit in among noble parties. However, there was of course times where she acted like a bitch. Almost as soon as she was allowed to have a wardrobe of any kind, that privilege was taken away from her. For the first few nights, she was forced to sleep on the floor at the foot of his bed. Every day ended up with her ass being reddened at least once.<br/><br/>And then there was the first of her tasks. At the end of the first week, a couple guard, obviously vampiric themselves, arrived with a handful of servants. However, these servants were dressed as if they were doctors or scientists, led by a vampire who was dressed the same. The order came down for her to give her blood, regardless of it was willing or not. They took her from the room and down, deep into the underground levels of the base. Instead of some horrible dungeon, it was immaculate and sterilized. It would look comfortable if it was not so unsettlingly pure. The vampire in charge told Karie as the guards strapped her to a chair that the first time they were told to do so, but if she behaves, the straps would not be required. A needle was inserted into either arm, both leading to tubes that went into a large, glass vat, roughly the size of a wine cellar keg. And they drained her until it was unsafe to do so anymore. They had let her go and maid style servants arrive, whisking her away to a massive meal of various foods. This would happen again a week later.<br/><br/>Galos, during this time, was waiting for a response from his sire, as well as the results that his House was running on the samples he had given them. He wanted to know what happened to him when he ingested the pure Tal'ren blood. But the process was slow. With how little they had, they attempted to make more but failed, the Tal'ren staying unique in the worlds. Thus, some of the stockpile that was beginning to be built was taken. A cup per week, which slowed the process down further. Galos did not mind, but he knew that he would not taste from the source and in her presence until they had gotten to the bottom of it all.<br/><br/>And now, two weeks later, Galos entered his room, looking for Karie. Upon finding her in his room, Galos spoke.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"You are allowed clothes for today,"</span>Galos said.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "But if you misbehave, you will disrobe once lunch is over." </span>Galos didn't bother waiting for her reply, moving into the closet to properly dress as well. During their time here, there was only one other instance that Galos put on a suit like she saw when she first met him physically. Every other time, he chose to wear an attire similar to what she had witnessed in her dreams: A tunic-like shirt with flowing sleeve ends, a blood red vest, and old fashioned pants. This time, however, he also chose an older style jacket that turned his look into something like a casual suit. With him dressed, Galos spoke once again.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Hurry up, or would you prefer to be on the ground and nude in front of guests?" </span>Galos threatened.