Erik's lips had begun to curl in an amused grin as he noticed the coldness of Kamora's reaction and the way she had rolled her eyes.  Normally, it might have angered the vampire, but with Kamora, she was always a mixture of annoyance and curiousity for him.  Right now, the thought that fluttered in his head was was her heart would feel like still beating in his hand.  Her's was a rather unnatural circumstance, granted that she was suppose to be vampire, but had a beating heart.<br/><br/>His curiousity was not unlike that of a cat, wanting to play with something that he did not quite know what it was.  The thoughts that followed and the images of drawing his sharp nails upon her flesh to create bloody symbols upon it began to cause a tightness in his pants.  He was snapped out of his thoughts as he felt movement and sharp green eyes darted back towards Loclett as she sat upon a chair.  The sound of the saucer and cup set him on edge for some reason along with the sound of Loclette's voice and for a moment, a look of annoyance passed over his face.<br/><br/>But, the annoyance passed quickly as his eyes caught sight of Iro and he took a moment to let his eyes sweep over the beautiful creature as he noticed the look of longing that passed upon his features.  The male was one of his favorites among the male slaves, though the thoughts that crept into his head weren't quite so vicious as the ones that he usually had when in reguards to the female gender.  Perhaps he had an underlying hatred for the female gender because of what had happened with his mother, but Erik was not one to sit and question the reasons for his actions.  He felt doing so was pointless and as long as he enjoyed himself, what did it matter?<br/><br/>The scent of blood once again snapped him from his thougts.  Funny how Loclette had a happen of doing this.  His eyes turned to her sharply.  When she lifted a hand towards him, for a brief moment, something wild and predatory flashed in his eyes in annoyance, but it was replaced so quickly with that of amusement that it was barely noticeable.  For a moment, he let her hand linger there before his own well manicured hand took hold of hers and he brought his face forward, brushing his lips against the softness of her skin.  The smell of her flesh and the lingering scent of blood made the hardness in his pants throb.<br/><br/>Once again, he was snapped out of the thougths that filled his head as he heard her speak.  The words and tone of her voice set him on edge and he abruptly stood, letting go of her hand.  Their relationship was one of....a certain strangeness to be sure.  Her constant need to boost her ego always annoyed him, because to him, if you were truely great, it was not needed.  Though in all actuality, he was always pleased to hear a doting word.  It always reminded him of the power he had over others.<br/><br/>When she spoke again, his eyes turned cold and a look of arrogance passed over his features.  "My payment is taken care of, Loclette."  He stated, the annoyance creeping into his voice.  He turned his attentions away from her and unto Rachel as he felt her eyes upon him, keeping his violent nature in check.  Loclette always tested his patience, but it was worth it because he knew he would get to play soon.  Thoughts of the slave within his quarters chipped away at his anger and he was sure that as his eyes laid upon Rachel, a look of hunger passed over his features.  His lean frame turned towards the door and as he started to make his way towards it, he spoke.  "I'll be in my rooms, my super is getting cold..."<br/><br/>His rooms were not far and soon, he had slipped within their confines.  The room itself was an exotic mixture of red, oranges, and golds.  The bed was a king size and it's frame was that of a dark cherry wood.  There was a canopy of fabrics designed over the bed and a shear red gauzy fabric circled the bed itself.  Candles lined the walls and tables, creating a soft dim look.  Pillows scattered the room itself and the room itself almost looked like a harem.  The intoxicating scent of black current vanilla candles waffed to his nostils.<br/><br/>To the right was a door that led to the chambers where he liked to create his art.  Within it he knew that the long stainless steel table with the shackles lay in the center of the room.  The contraption itself was adjustable so that he could have the victim within it tilting rightside or upside down.  The room itself was white and pristine, like that of a doctor's office.  The staff here was instructed to keep the room clean and sterilized.  After a session in the room, it usually took the staff hours to clean, with all the blood that tended to cake and pool.  Other objects littered the room.  Upon one wall was a stainless steel tall cabinet that held all of his instruments to use upon the flesh.<br/><br/>On the other side of the room, various latches and hooks were drilled into the floors, walls and even the ceilings to be able to contain his victims.  Other devices were present in the room itself, though his thoughts were pulled from that as his cunning emerald eyes slid to his bed.  Chained upon his bed was an unconcious girl.  She was stripped of everything and her dark hair pulled around her.  As he made his way towards the bed, a dark grin of anticipation curved his lips, the images already playing out in his head of what he planned to do with her.