Zen glanced over the vampiress with the blonde. He nervously stepped back as she approached him, he didn't know why but she seemed be familiar! he just didn't remember... everything was so fuzzy, he just remembered bits, and pieces like shadows of a past life. He gasped in shock as she reached up grabbing his chin... she hadn't even asked permission! He tried to pull away, but she was surprisingly a lot stronger than she looked... he might have said something in protest, but he still in shock, as well confused and afraid.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> “Are you thirsty, my fledgling?” she purred</span><br/><br/>When she asked, if he was thirsty, Zen nodded slowly, "I would like some water," he admitted, and then glanced down at her pale hand, as she extended it out toward him. Zen hesitantly took the mysterious woman's hand, and he met her dark eyes. But when she as announced that he could call her mistress or master, he smiled and laughed, obviously it was joke!<br/><br/>"I am ...." he began to introduce himself when suddenly she leaned in and kissed him! it was not a friendly kiss on the cheek, it was full on firm hot kiss pressed to the lips. Zen gasped breathlessly and he stared at her, his pitch black eyes were wide in shock and wonder! He wanted to say something but it had been so amazing, in the back of his mind that he didn't want her to stop, and he knew he had kissed back...so he couldn't exactly protest!<br/><br/>"It... is nice to meet you, Isaria....but somehow I feel as if I have met you before," he said, smiling back at her before following the mysterious blonde woman like a lost puppy she as led him out of the room. When Isaria explained that she had clothes and food for him at her place, Zen found himself wanting to say that he couldn't leave his car here, and he had clothes and food back at his place... however the more he thought about it, he didn't even remember what his car or his house looked like... he just knew he had them... or should have them... didn't he?<br/><br/>Once they arrived at Isaria's place, Zen glanced around smiling when he saw the all of the books! He liked books! But when she mentioned this was where he was going to be staying, he stiffened. "Thats not necessary I have my own place, besides there is no place for me to sleep here," he announced as he of course only saw the one bed, and then he paused, trying to remember where he had lived and what his house looked like... "They didn't burn the keys to my car did they?" he asked worriedly, but for the life of him he didn't even know what what color his car was.<br/><br/>When she told him to ask her any question he that he wanted. He opened his mouth and then stopped... he wanted to know where he lived ...but then when she told him not be shy... calling him Caro! He folded his arms over his chest and glared at the vampiress agitatedly... but she seemed to be more focused on the clothes in the large walk in closet than at him at the moment.<br/><br/>"Why are you calling me Caro.  my name is Zen... not Caro! I don't like nicknames...," he informed her and then paused again.... was that his name?... he knew Zen was his name, but he didn't remember anything other than that... he didn't remember his friends, or his family, he just knew they were out there some where... somethings he just knew... Zen, that was his name....<br/><br/>"Are new names another ridiculous vampire ritual? " he demanded. He was getting angry now. "You burnt my clothes and wiped my memory! but if I am going to get a new name I should be the one to decide what it is!" he shouted.  "Why can't I go home? Why do I have to stay here?" he demanded. He as so confused and scared, everything felt strange... He could smell the pages of the old books, mingled with the smell of her perfume, the colors in the room where vibrant, and the sounds where clear and crisp...<br/><br/>The scent in the room seemed oddly familiar... he glanced over at the red silk sheets... he remembered those sheets... remembered her dark eyes gazing into his.... he remembered the sudden sensations of fear and panic that followed the sting from the fangs inside his throat, the smell of blood and taste of blood... and then he knew... Isaria had been the one who had changed him. Zen quickly moved away from the closet and his pale hand touched the small red puncture wounds on his throat.  "Where you the one? The one that turned me?" he asked hesitantly, although some how deep down in his gut he knew it had been her.<br/><br/>((OOC: It was amazing! :D And don't worry, I don't care what she calls him,  lol   ))