The sound of a v16 engine always relaxed the good doctor, in a strange way. Out of all the inventions he had seen come within his lifetime the automobile had to be one of his favorites. It provided such freedom to so many generations, and even though he had partaken in many things the car hat to offer his favorite by far was one of the classics. The 1930 Cadillac Series 452A roadster showed little of its age, the vehicle having been updated with the times to stay with the vampire, and within traffic laws. It was just as timeless as he was and the good doctor planned to keep the 3 ton roadster with him for many more decades to come.<br/><br/>The engine roared with life as he pulled into the parking lot of the abandoned Hotel, the place looking as glorious in its own un-life as it had still in its hay day. John had grown to enjoy the beauty of older things in his long life, watching things he saw built rot and fall apart in later years had been a treat for him. Just like watching people see the upper limits of their own mind and soul, seeing the world decay was positively…fascinating. He parked his car in the empty parking lot, not caring how many parking spaces he took up given how faded the lines were. The large black vehicle came to a stop as the southern man took a step out, his cane preceding the foot falls of beaver skin shoes.<br/><br/>The good doctor rapped his fingertips across the top of his cane, leaning it against the car as he pulled out his gold cigar case. With a quick practiced hand he picked, clipped and began to smoke one of his large sweet smelling cigars, the smoke doing wonders for his undead lungs.  He pushed the door of the car closed and locked it with the key fob, setting the car’s alarm with another push. Yes the vehicle was old, it was a classic, but keeping it well updated was what kept it his favorite. The good doctor grabbed his cane and made his way towards the hotel entrance a heavy leather bag at his side, clasped firmly in his other hand as smoke billowed up around his face and hat.<br/><br/>He pushed open the door and showed his invitation to the white haired beauty, handing her his bag. “Do take care of that now darlin’ its contents are both older and more valuable than yourself. Have it placed in my room, I will be heading up there momentarily once I acquire my new toy.”  John had been informed that he would be picking up a new slave here at this meeting. An old acquaintance of his had recently passed, and for some reason John had yet to grasp his property was being passed onto himself. The man handling the transaction said it was to make sure that the human was kept in line but he was not so sure, it would be interesting to say the least.<br/><br/>Stepping into the main room he took a quick glance around, she was there, as both their instructions said she would be. He had to admit she was not half bad looking, but hopefully she knew her place. He took a few silent steps towards her, his cane tip pointing out as she threw the knife back up into the air. His super human reflexes took over at that moment, the tip of the knife balancing on the end of his cane. He lifted the knife up out of her view keeping it well balanced so she followed its path over to the well-dressed vampire.  John reached up  with his other hand and pulled out his cigar, blowing a thick cloud of smoke in her direction.<br/><br/>“Well, y’all must be Tasha then, Dr. J.C. Read i am to be your handler for the foreseeable future.”  Extending an olive branch of sorts was always a good way to get a new slave to open up, make them trust you a little bit, and if that works at keeping them in line then nothing further needed to be done. If it did not however… well then it descended into the ‘fun’ section of breaking a slave. That was something that the old slave master was well versed in. He flashed the raven haired girl a wicked smile, showing off his sharp upper and lower canines, he hoped she fought.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>