The Black Bat (The_Bard & BellaVita)
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				Title: <strong>The Black Bat (The_Bard &amp; BellaVita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>27-05-2015, 00:21:38</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Anna Durant</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/203/0/3/warming_by_annelysa-d41an8g.jpg)<br><br>(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/027/d/8/it__s_cold_outside_by_annelysa-d384yqj.jpg)</div></div><br>Name: Anna Durant<br>Gender: Female<br>Age: 363<br><br>Anna comes from a long line of powerful witches, royalty as it were. Her coven granted her immortality, hoping to one day see a world where witches and their lineages could recover from the Salem Witch Trials. Now she finds herself in a modern era, and a time where tolerance is growing. However, she never imagined that she would be cursed by a demon, and working in a bar for a vampire of all people. She isn't sure how long she will survive under the demon's grasp, he has stolen her amulet, a powerful charm that amplifies her powers and a priceless family heirloom. Every day she grows weaker and there seems to be no end in sight. <br><br>______________________________________________________<br><br>Stephano Death<br><br>http://profiles.rphaven.com/Stephano%20Death
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				Post by: <strong>The Bard</strong> on <strong>27-05-2015, 11:24:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The air was already thick with tension...outside the Black Bat, inside...it didn't matter. The staff hated this day, the day of cards. Something bad always happened...which is why there was a twenty year gap between the last one and this one. Everyone was on edge, well all except one....Stephano Death...who carried himself as he always did. A smile on his face that could fool God himself into thinking that there was nothing wrong with the world in the slightest and everything was running smoothly. He wore his blackest suit with the darkest of red shirts underneath. He asked to be dressed like the devil fifty years ago...and he has liked his look ever since.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Vampire was making sure that all the arrangements were in place. The basement was set up with his best store of liquor and otherworldly beverages like Elven Bloodwyne and Troll Hammer...(don't ask)...food was ready as well not that the vampire would be eating any of it. The waiting part was what was killing him...fashionably late was always a pain in the ass. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The first one to arrive was Lady Annabelle. A Demonic creature from the third level of hell. A lovely and deadly being and in control of the Other world drug cartel at the moment. The one creature Stephano was happy to see. When she arrived they kiss kissed like in Italy and she moved to sit down.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Butcher was next, a fat lard of a Were Boar that controlled the west side gangs in the city. His only interest was Annabelle and what ever money he would be able to win from the table. He was by far the least powerful gathered here. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And finally there was....
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				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>27-05-2015, 20:05:12</strong>
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				Anna grimaced at the goblin on the other of her chains. Goblins were known for being shrewd creatures and she could only imagine what he had in store for her tonight. Grobbik bought her from a slave merchant a few weeks ago and has barely spoken to her except to give her an order. At least he never put his hands on her, she shuddered at the thought of his long and lumpy fingers touching her soft skin and held back the bile that was forcing it's way up her throat. <br><br>They had been driving for a while now and she was trying to keep her mind off of where he could be taking her. Grobbik hadn't let her leave his house since purchasing her and she was worried she would find herself in the possession of another before the night's end. The thought turned her stomach. At least with the goblin, she knew he wouldn't touch her in that way, and he kept her fed and reasonably clothed. <em>Reasonably,</em> she repeated to herself as she looked down at the thin gown she was wearing. The material was nice, but you could see ever curve and inch of her body through the fabric, the only decoration on it was a leather belt that criss-crossed under her breasts down to her navel and tied in the back. Her hair was spilling over her shoulders, but Grobbik made sure she was clean and nice for whoever they were seeing tonight. <br><br>Finally, the car stopped and the goblin got out, his bodyguard pulling on her chains to remove her from the vehicle. "A nightclub?", she said the question out loud, not meaning to, but getting a reply anyway. <br><br>"Yes, the Black Bat," Grobbik said as he rubbed his pale hands together, a wicked grin on his wrinkled face. He had that same look every time there was money involved.<br><br>Urub, the dumb ogre bodyguard, pulled her along behind Grobbik. They weren't going through the front of the club, instead they were heading toward a side door where there was a bouncer standing. Grobbik handed him a card, it looked sort of like an invite, and the bouncer opened the door, eyeing them all as they walked through. <br><br>Anna could hear the music coming through the front of the club, and she longed to dance. She almost sighed at the thought of being free and feeling the music flow through her body. Urub yanked her chains harder, grunting at her. She hadn't realized she had pretty much stopped walking, too entranced by the sounds to continue on. With a last longing look, she quickened her pace to keep up so the chains were slack and not rubbing on her delicate wrists.<br><br>They made their way through another door, another bouncer letting them pass and she found herself in what appeared to be a back room, a card table set up in the middle. It finally clicked in place and she gave a pointed look to Grobbik. <em>I'm nothing but a poker chip to him!</em> Her eyes pointed downward as she forced herself not to lunge at the little shit. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Bard</strong> on <strong>27-05-2015, 20:33:16</strong>
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				<em>The vampires baritone voice was calm, but it held a tension in it like the sea before the storm. It was clear he was more than a little unhappy. It was then he looked to the woman in chains and he would pull out a chair for her and offer it to her as well as a glass of water. <br><br>“Sit if you'd like. The goblin forfeits his life if he treats you with anything but respect while in MY club.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The goblin would looked shocked for a moment, and the other two gathered here would laugh again. They weren't that stupid to draw Stephano's ire so quickly for just a chance to poke fun at a pet peeve of one of the most powerful in the city. But such was the intention of the game, to get one of the others to act so badly that you can kill them and absorb a little bit of their power, land holdings and what not. The killing part happened so rarely...but it did happen.<br><br>And thus the game started.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stephano would take his turn shuffling as all that were gathered here would do. The only rule here is that no one cheated, and there were runes and spells cast upon the table itself to prevent any form of it. Even card counting was nearly impossible. <br><br>The boar and the Demon were doing alright...winning a hand here and there. Grobbik was not...he had won two hands out of twenty and they were very early on. Stephano on the other hand was cleaning up where it mattered. He acquired a few lost artifacts to the vampire line that allowed one to walk in sunlight, not that he needed it, and another that made the lights in a room to shrink to almost nothing. VERY powerful in this day and age when it was harder to control a light bulb than a torch.<br><br>It was coming down to the last hand, the goblin had nearly nothing....<br><br>“What are you going to bed Gobbrik? You know you have to play every hand.”<br><br>The smile on the vampire's lips was nearly sadistic...he hoped the goblin was out. Oh he hoped it with all his unbeating heart..what he wouldn't give to drag him into the small room that wasn't too far off and peel the flesh from his bones and listen to his screams echo from the walls. </em>
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				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>27-05-2015, 21:01:45</strong>
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				<em>“Sit if you'd like. The goblin forfeits his life if he treats you with anything but respect while in MY club.”</em><br><br>The words came from a vampire, the owner she guessed, as she sat down on the chair offered and sipped on the glass of water he gave her. It was curious to her, not being treated like a slave after so many years of being one, especially coming from a vampire, for most of them thought of humans, even witches, to be little more than sustenance. The goblin was even holding his tongue against such an insult, the others openly laughing in response. <br><br><em>Well this should be interesting,</em> she thought to herself as she took another sip of water, watching the game begin. <br><br>It went on for a while and she made sure to take note of everyone at the table. The first was a woman, a demon by the looks of it, who seemed to be more interested in the vampire than the game itself. It seems she couldn't keep her eyes, or hands, off of him. How she managed to win as many as she did without paying attention to the game was beyond Anna. Then there was the were-boar. She felt her face contort in disgust just thinking about him. He was fat and dirty and stank so bad Anna had to move her hair closer to her face so she wouldn't smell him. He seemed to be interested in the demon-lady, licking his lips every time he looked her way. Anna shuddered, glad not to be the object of his affections. He was winning more hands than he was losing though, and seemed quite happy with himself.<br><br>Lastly there was the vampire. Her gaze lingered on him the longest, taking in all of him. He was old, that was for sure, she could tell by his mannerisms and stature that he has been around for a quite a long time, though she wasn't sure how long. His suit was tailored and expensive, only confirming her guess that he was the owner of the establishment. His eyes were penetrating and his hair was dark like his suit. If this were another time, she would have loved to run her fingers through that hair, feel his eyes on her. <em>But I'm just a slave,</em> she thought to herself as she looked down at the glass in her lap. It infuriated her to no end that once upon a time she could have been considered equal to any of those in this room, but with this curse on her, and her amulet gone, she was nothing.<br><br><em>“What are you going to bed Gobbrik? You know you have to play every hand.”</em> His voice broke through her thoughts and she snapped her head up to look between the vampire and Grobbik. The goblin looked tense, his beady eyes darting back and forth so fast she thought they would burst out of his sockets.<br><br>The goblin shifted nervously in his seat. Anna knew he didn't bring much with him, only a purse full of gold coins and a few minor artifacts. <em>He was too cocky for his own good,</em> she thought as she shook her head. Grobbik looked at his cards and then back at the vampire, then, as if an actual lightbulb clicked on above his fat little head, he looked right at Anna. <br><br>"I'll bet the witch," he said with a more confident grin as his gaze traveled back to the vampire. "She's worth a lot you know, very old and from a line of very powerful witches." He seemed smug as he sat up a bit straighter in his chair, obviously leaving out the part about the demon's curse on her and how she was little more than mortal right now. "So what do you say?" Grobbik looked at his hand again, seeming rather excited about having an option that didn't leave him dead and strung up by his toes. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Bard</strong> on <strong>27-05-2015, 21:45:32</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stephano simply regarded the goblin for a long time. He looked to the Demon and then to the were-boar who was already licking his chops lust heavy in his eyes for the chained witch. It was then that Stephano for the first time was meeting the eyes of the chained woman. He looked to her, into her for a long moment. Regarding her posture, taking in her scent and even the way she sat in the chair. He really was impressed...with how she handled everything. <br><br>“Alright...better her life than yours I supposed.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He spoke through very nearly gritted teeth. If he won what was HE going to do with a damned witch. But he had to win...he would be more damned than he already is if he was going to let that fat slob of a were boar take her home and rape her to death in a few nights and he had no clue in the world what the demon would do with her.<br><br>“Against her I'll bet...The Nameless One.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The goblin stopped dead as he looked to the vampire. Did he hear Stephano correctly, THE nameless one.<br><br>“What...you don't have it. YOU CAN'T have it...that blade was lost a long time ago Stephano.”<br><br>It was the demon who spoke to him in her velvety way. Angered that he has something she didn't know about at all. It made her rethink a lot of this simple vampire could hide so much from someone such as her. The boar was just laughing thinking it was a clever ploy to gain attention.<br><br>The smile on Stephano's lips was more impish than well...an imp with a bag full of c-4. So he got up and walked to a chest that has been there each and every time, a chest he hid in plain sight and he ran his fingers over it and spoke words that only the Demon would be able to under stand. Runs on the chest glowed blue and then it opened. Out of it he pulled a blade that was as black as the very night. It didn't seem to take up space, but rather make everything part around it as it traveled through the air. It was a long sword, and the blade seemed perfectly forged. Not a flaw on its entire length. The moment the metal touched the air the room grew chilly...and a sense of dread filled the very air.<br><br>“The Nameless One, blade of the first of my kind to walk the earth.&nbsp; I have it..and I will bet it against the witch for this hand.”<br><br>At this point the demon and the boar had played their hands the best they could, they had nothing and knowing at least they played they, with jaws agape set their cards on the table as they fold. It was just a play by Stephano...rumors will fly about. If he has this...what else does he have? How powerful is he really? It would make the world fear him just a little bit more and that is all he could ask for. To keep his other business functioning just fine. <br><br>“Show your hand.”<br><br>The goblin did that and when he did he was grinning..he thought he actually won.<br><br>“Four of a kind vampire tens...you know with that weapon I'll be able to carve out a bigger piece of the city...I should thank...”<br><br>and then Stephano played his hand. A royal flush ...and the goblin nearly joked on his own joy. Stephano's grin was very real. Oh he loved crushing that little pest, as open minded as he did his best to be. Some goblins just needed to be beat. <br><br>“Give it to me...”<br><br>The goblin growled<br><br>“YOU CHATED!”<br><br>Stephano shook his head.<br><br>“You know that is impossible, you helped put the runes on this table. I didn't cheat...had it over.”<br><br>He was speaking of the locket that bound the witch of course. A magic he couldn't simply destroy for it was forged by many powerful creatures and wasn't such a simple thing.<br><br>“NO! I WON! Not you cheating vampire.”<br><br>That grin turned sadistic...EXACLTY what he wanted to happen. The Nameless one was grabbed and before the goblin could fully get out of his seat to run he was cut in half stem to stern. His blood spilling on the blade...and only on the blade which 'dank' from it deeply as it cut. The goblins bloodless corpse fell to the ground. The ogre body guard looking confused. <br><br>“Go upstairs and talk to Bruno, I'll keep you employed.”<br><br>He seemed to ignore the other two with their shocked expressions as he moved to replace the blade back in the trunk. He'd move back to the goblin's body and take the trinket that kept her bound placing it around his own neck. She'll feel a warmth as the spell of control transfers to him...<br><br>“Well that ended well I think...its been a pleasure as always. If you could see yourselves out, thank you.” <br><br>And after a few words, and a hug and a kiss from the demon they left. Leaving only Stephano and his newest winnings alone in the room. <br><br>“Name...”<br><br>He asked as he started to work the chain off of her body. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Black Bat (The_Bard &amp; BellaVita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>27-05-2015, 23:49:50</strong>
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				Anna sucked in air sharply at the vampire accepting the bet. She looked back to the reeking were-boar and the demoness, wondering which would be worse. Shaking her head a little, she tried to put the thought from her mind. To dwell on it would be to cause tears to rush down her cheeks. <br><br><em>“Against her I'll bet...The Nameless One.”</em><br><br>The vampire's words snapped her out of her thoughts as she looked up at him. <em>It couldn't be.</em> Apparently her thoughts matched those of the ones in the room because the demoness looked surprised and the boar appeared to be unbelieving. However, when he moved casually over the chest in the corner of the room and spoke the words to unlock it, which was in a language so old she doubted any except the vampire and demon could understand it fully, it glowed and he pulled out the sword. "Holy fuck," she whispered under her breath amazed by the blade. It seemed to not be made of anything, and yet everything. It drank in the dim lighting of the room and she could feel it's cold presence down to her very bones. How the vampire came upon such a blade, that would be an amazing story.<br><br><em>He must be pretty sure of himself to even let loose such a blade,</em> she thought to herself as the demon and the boar folded their hands. Grobbik was next and sure enough, he looked pleased with himself as he laid down what he thought would be a winning hand. And sure enough, the vampire trumped him, and in stern goblin fashion Grobbik accused the vampire of cheating. They had a few words and Anna just knew this wasn't going to end well. Moments later, her fears were affirmed when the goblin was severed in half, the blade seeming to take in the blood as if were feeding off Grobbik. She shivered and looked back at the vampire, who seemed quite pleased with this outcome.<br><br><em>“Well that ended well I think...its been a pleasure as always. If you could see yourselves out, thank you.” </em><br><br>As everyone left, there was only her and the vampire in the room. She could feel the power being shifted from Grobbik to this man as he took the locket that held her captive. <em>It's better than being a slave to the boar, or the demon,</em> she reassured herself as he looked to her and asked her name.<br><br>"Anna. Anna Durant." When she spoke her name, she sat up a little straighter, her name a source of dignity and pride for her. "That was nice what you did for Urub," she said softly, glad to see that the ogre wouldn't be sold as she was or put to death for the actions of his master. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Bard</strong> on <strong>28-05-2015, 09:03:11</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Are you kidding me. Do you know how rare it is to find a full blooded ogre that is pre-trained. He'll make an excellent bouncer once Bruno, my bartender, breaks him in.”<br><br>The chains were snapped from her body and just tossed aside, he was strong enough for that. Chains for a human or even a witch were nothing to a vampire of his age.<br><br>“Ana Durant.”<br><br>He would bow and take her hand in his, kissing the top of it with a cool kiss of the dead.<br><br>“I am Stephano Death, your new master...” <br><br>Those worse left a bitter taste on his tongue. But if he didn't keep her he knew she had talents that would just be wasted if she was sold around to those who dealt in the skin trade in this city. Still he hated the thought..<br><br>“...welcome to your new home. The Black Bat.”<br><br>And yes he realized that they were standing in a rather under furnished concrete basement, but that was part of 'their' home now. He hated the idea of having to share his space, but at the same time her power if she truly was a Druant would pay off ten fold. It was a annoyance he was more than willing to deal with. <br><br>“Well your family doesn't know me as Stephano.”<br><br>He said with a little smirk going to another chest to pull out a ring. One he hasn't needed to use for a long time. <br><br>“They know me as Demetri Mare, four hundred years ago. This helped me live...it helped me liberate and it helped me evolve. I feel like I underpaid for it.”<br><br>The ring was supposed to be a simple trinket of shadow manipulation. Through it he learned a craft few had mastered, most would kill a city to get it and here it was just collecting dust in a far corner of an under furnished basement. What did that actually say about him.<br><br>“Now introductions are made, follow.” He said as he moved away from her to a seemingly empty wall. His hand moved in a blur as he tapped certain hidden runes in the stone. A door opened and she was lead into a VERY lavish several thousand square foot living space.<br><br>The main theme was dark stained wood, very Victorian. He was a vampire, sadly and that was one of his favorite times for furniture. Books lined every single wall...tomes of ancient knowledge and some cook books from Mario Batali...he liked to cook.&nbsp; Some of the more powerful artifacts he held were on display behind glass. <br><br>The Rod of the Three sisters...able to give a person a vision of the future....so long as they have a beating heart. <br><br>The circlet of the gorgon...when one wears it they radiate so much fear that only certain species and the undead are immune.<br>There were many more as well...<br><br>Being a witch she could feel the powerful wards of this place, mainly for the club upstairs, but she could feel that this place was cloaked. Untrackable by magical means. <br><br>“Hungry?”
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				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>28-05-2015, 22:14:58</strong>
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				Anna shivered as his cold lips touched her skin. It was easy to forget sometimes that vampires were cold and dead and the gesture caught her off-guard. Not many would treat a slave, even one with her name, with such niceties. After he revealed his name, and subsequently his former name, her interested was piqued. <br><br><em>“They know me as Demetri Mare, four hundred years ago. This helped me live...it helped me liberate and it helped me evolve. I feel like I underpaid for it.”</em><br><br>As he removed the ring from the chest, she recognized it's craftmanship immediately. <em>That was made by my coven,</em> she thought to herself as he turned the ring over in his hands. Crafted by witches with the intent of shadow manipulation, it was never intended as a blueprint to create something the blade he held just moments ago. To use her family's magic and distort into something that could destroy thousands of lives, the thought made her angry. She tried to hide her distaste as he commanded her to follow, her arms in fists at her sides and her brow furrowed. <br><br>As they walked through the hidden door, she briefly looked around, taking in the place he called "home". It was very over the top, something to be expected of a vampire, and the furniture of a Victorian style. What really interested her was the books, though. There were so many that she didn't think had ever seen the light of day, hidden away as treasure instead of the learning materials they once were. The artifacts he had were something that most would like to get their hands on. <em>It seems he likes to surround himself in history and power,</em> she thought to herself. It didn't surprise her though, most vampires enjoyed power and kept trinkets they had come across in their immortal travels. <br><br><em>“Hungry?”</em><br><br>His voice caught her attention and after a moment, she nodded. "Yes, that would be nice, thank you." She tried her best to be polite, though there was a bit of bite between her words. It really wasn't entirely his fault, she hadn't had a lot of sleep last night and she was still quite peeved at trading hands once again. "Mind if I touch?," she asked, walking over to one section of the shelves, her eye catching one book in particular; <em>Ancien Curses and Charms</em>.
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				Post by: <strong>The Bard</strong> on <strong>28-05-2015, 23:05:05</strong>
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				Oh she got the wrong idea. That trinket didn't help him forge the blade...it wasn't his to make only to find. The Nameless One existed before he was even a child. It was her furrowed brow that caught his attention as he turned back to look upon her. <br><br>“You look angry. That ring helped me develop my own powers...that is why I don't wear it anymore. It helped me create this haven for those with no place to go buy allowing me to stand on my own. I would never pervert something such as that...I simply was expressing my gratitude for your blood line's assistance.” <br><br>He smiled a bit and motioned for her to sit on the couch. She was wrong about the books though, Stephano has read every single one upon the shelves. And when she asked to touch he smiled and nodded. <br><br>“I'd be insulted if you didn't. Sadly though that book offers no help on a way to break the curse upon you. A few insights on the process maybe, but nothing that would break it fully.”<br><br>Not only was he old, but he had intellect. She to him, through the annoyance of her slavery, was a breath of fresh air. She was smart, which means he had someone to talk to about some of the books on the shelves if that is what she desired to do.<br><br>“Ahh, I will make you a savory duck breast crepe with a light orange crème sauce?”<br><br>He said as he motioned her to follow him to a kitchen that any Chef would be so very jealous over. He'd pull out a chair at the breakfast bar for her to sit.<br><br>“What are you best at doing?”<br><br>He asked as he started to get everything ready for her. He moved quick, the speed of the undead was no joke. But he could do nothing to speed up the time that it took to actually cook everything. So he would face her as she spoke. 
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				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>29-05-2015, 22:03:33</strong>
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				<em>“You look angry. That ring helped me develop my own powers...that is why I don't wear it anymore. It helped me create this haven for those with no place to go buy allowing me to stand on my own. I would never pervert something such as that...I simply was expressing my gratitude for your blood line's assistance.” </em><br><br>She was glad at least that she was wrong in thinking that he had perverted her family's magic into something like blade, and that it was probably much older than herself or maybe even Stephano. She sat down as he motioned, feeling a little more relieved now and looking at the book she held in her hands.<br><br><em>“I'd be insulted if you didn't. Sadly though that book offers no help on a way to break the curse upon you. A few insights on the process maybe, but nothing that would break it fully.”</em><br><br>His words startled her, and she looked from the book back to him. "How did you know about the curse? Did Grobbik tell you?" She hoped that he wouldn't think less of her as a witch without her more powerful spells. To see a witch, with the name of Durant no less, at her weakest was quite embarrassing. <br><br>The food he offered her sounded delightful and she nodded quickly, not being afforded such luxuries as a slave. She mostly ate porridge and bread, and that was when she actually got to eat. She stood back up for a moment and put the book back in it's place with a soft sigh before sitting back down. She hated this curse, and being a slave, but there was nothing she could do. She was powerless and it made her angry, but after so many years on this earth, she knew how to manage her emotions so on the outside she appeared calm while in her a storm was raging. <br><br><em>“What are you best at doing?”</em><br><br>Anna watched him speed through the kitchen as he prepared dinner then settled his eyes on her once he was done and everything was cooking. "Mostly controlling nature. Thunderstorms, tornadoes, lightning, that sort of thing. Though I'm also quite proficient in healing and telekinesis." Even though she could do little more than heal a paper cut in her current state, she was still quite proud of the things she used to be able to do, before the curse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Black Bat (The_Bard &amp; BellaVita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Bard</strong> on <strong>29-05-2015, 23:29:14</strong>
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				“No, it is the only way he can get slaves. Cursed to do his bidding...I could show you some of the scars he has gotten if the body wasn't already being disposed of. He gets stabbed a lot...goblins are very resilient. He should have been dead a few times over, but that little guy pulled through more than his fair share of times. I did my own research before he came over once I heard he bought you. I didn't know it was YOU, just a slave that was cursed to do his bidding. Surprisingly rare actually.”<br><br>He said as he continued cooking for her, getting everything ready after a time and setting a very lovely plate of food in front of her. <br><br>“That actually can be VERY helpful. A cloud cover in the dead of night to block all the light from the moon and the stars. A lightning flash at the right moment to blind an enemy. You, I'm certainly going to keep you around.”<br><br>He was liking this idea more and more. Though it was still another life he was going to have to watch out for. In her he needed loyalty instead of fear...he knew how a witches power worked and even with the curse if inspired she should be rather helpful. Most would want to dominate and break her...for Stephano there were other ways to inspire loyalty, fear only works as long as they are afraid. Breaking a slave will only get you so far...for they never fully stay broken. <br><br>“Would you like your own room or to sleep in mine?”<br><br>he said simply, he was never in his own anyway...to much too do so much papers to file and items to track. Sleeping was for the weak and he certainly didn't have any need.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Black Bat (The_Bard &amp; BellaVita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>01-06-2015, 20:01:54</strong>
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				Anna nodded, sure that it certainly sounded like something Grobbik would do. The goblin had a mind for business and to him, slaves were just that. Having slaves that were cursed and weak made them less likely to run, which in turn meant he got to keep his investment. <br><br>Stephano did seem interested in her powers though, giving her situations in which she had experienced more than once. "It could be helpful if I were at my full strength. Right now I could do little more than summon a tiny rain cloud." Her words hurt to say, but they were truth. She is probably still more powerful than most witches, but she craved to be the witch she once was, to send people running at the sight of her. She smiled as she reminisced on what she once was.<br><br><em>“Would you like your own room or to sleep in mine?”</em><br><br>She took a few bites of her food before looking at him. "I'd like my own room if that's possible," she wasn't sure what he meant by suggesting she sleep in his room. Was he offering comfort or something more? In any case, she had just met the man and even though he was very good looking, she wasn't that easy. After finishing her food, she gave a content sigh. "I'm quite tired, could I be shown to my room now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Black Bat (The_Bard &amp; BellaVita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Bard</strong> on <strong>02-06-2015, 21:16:14</strong>
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				“The inability to practice your powers is the reason you aren't as strong as you once were. Sure your curse seems to dampen them, but we will get to working on that. Its like the physical form and if you stop working on that, it just goes to pot.”<br><br>He nodded a bit, and the moved away from the kitchen to have her follow. The only reason he suggested her staying with him was the fact he didn't know of her sleeping conditions before, sometimes one was so used to sleeping in the bed of a 'master' that they couldn't sleep on their own for the first few nights. Pleasures of the flesh were something little indulged by the workaholic vampire. They went down a short hallway to a room that was a decent size for a guest bedroom. 20X25 with its own bathroom dresser and the like.<br><br>“This will be yours, I will not enter unless I need to help you in some way. I'll need to measure you tomorrow for a new dress or two to be made. What you are wearing right now in unacceptable...you can't be seen in the club like that. Down the hall is my room, knock before entering, further down at the end of the hall is a training room. Check for me there first before going up to the club. Any more questions?”<br><br>Its almost like he has done this a million times before, though he hadn't. Twice has this happened to him, and there was a few hundred years between instances...he simply had a good memory. 
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