Pet of a Vampire (Andy/Marguerite)
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				Title: <strong>Pet of a Vampire (Andy/Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 19:26:49</strong>
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				A cold breeze blew through the forest as a white van bumped through it, via the small old forest road. The driver looked around, trying to keep his eyes on the road instead of constantly looking from side to side, staring into the dark woods under the impression that he just might have seen something flickering between the tall trees which towered up everywhere, blocking out the moon and the sun. A logo were printed onto the side of the van; "Cat-co" where the last "o" were made out as a paw mark. The Cat-co corporation were a well known worldwide pet service, who specialised in delivering specially made pets, often refereed to as Beings of anthropomorphic appearances, or just Anthros for short. <br><br>The driver looked blinked a little as he finally saw something a little further ahead of the road, in a large clearing. A dark mansion stood there, looking old and creaky at first sight, like something which should have been torn down ages ago. He parked the van in front of the mansion, leaving the car with the door open in case he needed a quick exit from here. He moved to the back of the van, quickly opening it and unloading a rather large box from it. The box had the Cat-co logo printed on the side, along with some other warning signs; "Lift Carefully, live animal inside". He used a small handheld lift to move the box to the door of the mansion, clearing his throat a little before knocking on the door three times in a row, he then stepped back a little as he waited for someone to open the door, or a reply at the least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pet of a Vampire (Andy/Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 18:42:56</strong>
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				Removing the latex gloves from her hands, she finally glanced down at the corpse of her project. It had been brought over to see how the human bodies work, knowing if she wanted to get it right, she had to learn from experiencing it. "Careful with the heart, though it might not seem a lot to me, it is important," she whispered to Marcello, her right hand and assistant in this surgery. The corpse was a heroin addict who had taken his last eightball a day ago. County Sheriff's ruled it as a suicide and then asked if she would like to give them a coroner's report. She could not pass up the offer though she was not going to drink from this unlucky's bastard throat. For one, the blood had started to break down and his blood was not the kind she enjoyed, especially with drugs in it. <br><br>A knock at her front door brought her head up as she weighed the heart on the scale. "Marcello, get it for me while I go and change," she stated, glancing up to him. Marcello, a man of Creole blood smiled and nodded, heading to the door in this bloody outfit of a surgeon's assistant. He opened the door with one ungloved hand and glanced at the man and at the box. "You must be from that Cat Co," he replied, nodding to the box. He waited to have the paper signed and the box brought into the foyer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pet of a Vampire (Andy/Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 22:09:22</strong>
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				The mans expression went blank as the door were opened, and he were met by this man, who he tought could resemble a Igor person, like in the frankenstein movies. He got out of his befuddlement when he were spoken to "Umm, oh yea, signing parpers" he mumbeled, and quickly got the signing paper ready, handing it to the assistant in front of him. He then lifted the box with the lift and moved it carefully into the foyer, whislt making sure not to bump the rather large box into anything. He would put the box onto the floor with a low bump before quickly walking back out, taking the papers after they had been signed by Marcello, making a comfirming nod at him before walking off towards the van again and driving off. He did seem very eager to get away from this place as fast as he possibly could.<br><br>The box, now standing in the foyer were slowly emmiting a low sound from its inside, like a low breathing. Whatever were inside the wooden box were probably asleep, due to the standard sleeping drugs each pet were given before transport. No one could tell what manner of creature were inside when looking at the box from outside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pet of a Vampire (Andy/Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 05:59:13</strong>
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				Having changed into her evening gown, Marguerite headed downstairs. Her eyes went to the box on the floor right away. She had heard a soft heartbeat from her room upstairs and was glad the package was still alive. If she looked closely, there was not enough holes for it to breathe through. Not a good thing, she thought as she made it to the floor in her slippers. Sniffing around the box, she frowned. Drugs. The compan had given her new pet a sleeping tranquilizer. Not what she had asked for. She had asked for them to let him sleep on his own and muffle his ears from any outside noise.<br><br>"This is wrong," she whispered to Marcello, nodding to him to move the damn thing to her bedroom. She went back up the stairs, displeased with how the company ran with things. Not needing Marcello to open the damn door for her, she entered into her private bedroom to await Marcello and have her new pet accustomed to his new surroundings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pet of a Vampire (Andy/Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 19:38:49</strong>
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				The moving and whispering around the box had made the small creature inside the box, slowly break from his sleeping state. He were not fully awake yet, still drowzy and sleepy. The darkness inside the box were something he had been somewhat used to, since he had undergone some, "Mistreatments" while still at the cat.co breeding facility, having ended with him getting either punished by force, or locked up in small dark areas. He got himself up only to fall back onto the floor of the box as it were lifted by a person whom he had heard being called "Marcello". He didnt move untill the box had been placed down again, while things were becoming silent for now.<br><br>He moved up into a sitting position now, trying to peek out through one of the airholes inside the box, trying to get a glimpse of what sorroundings he had ended up in, and from what he could see, things werent looking all too bad. He couldnt see any people of signs of life around in the room though, nor did that matter for now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pet of a Vampire (Andy/Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 19:49:22</strong>
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				"Is it alive or dead?," she asked Marcello as she settled herself on her favorite chaise. The whole looked almost sensual and erotic just how she liked it. She wanted people to feel warm and welcomed until it came up about business or even murdering said welcomed individual. She was a busy woman and did not take enemies well. Anyone who made her into their enemy was liable to be licked, clicked and buried six feet under. Usually she liked to talk about music and even play a favorite composer of hers before she dispatched of enemies and double crossers. No one messed with her and this new pet would know it.<br><br>Marcello gently kicked the side of the box to make sure the pet was kicking and breathing. "I hear a heartbeat and scratching against the box," he answered. Without much ado, he bent over to open the top of the box to peek inside. Hmm, a black and furry thing he was, Marcello thought. He asked if she wanted him to take the cat out by the scruff of the neck or push the box over for the creature to spill out. When she replied with the scruff of the neck, he reached down to snatch the pet up. "Come here, kitty, time for you to meet your owner."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pet of a Vampire (Andy/Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 20:27:27</strong>
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				Having overheard the whole conversation, he quickly poked his head up from the box as the top of it were removed. Eager to see who his new owner would be, whislt also showing how he looked. His fur were black at coal with no other colours for his body. His eyes, somewhat large, had a golden/yellow colour to it. He quickly jumped out of the crate as Marcello tried to grasp his scruff on his neck, resulting in him tumbling out of it and landing somewhat clumsy on the floor, he were still a little drugged out. <br><br>Nonetheless he quickly turned his attention to the lady in front of him, getting on his two feet and standing almost like a trained soldier, the only part of his body in movement being his long black tail, which were swishing along the floor slowly. Now while he were standing, his body physiqe were visible, revealing him to be a somewhat lithe specimen of his kind, he didnt look like he hadnt eaten or anything, but he were unusually slim and thin still. His gaze were still locked onto the lady in front of him, not even blinking while he almost stared intently at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pet of a Vampire (Andy/Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 20:57:27</strong>
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				Hmm, he was an interesting animal, Marguerite thought to herself. A scrawny and black furry little thing, she amended. A little drunk too but she guessed the injected drugs were still working havoc with her pet's system. She would let the company know of her displeasure because of it. If anything happened to her new pet because of the drugs in his system, she would tear someone's heart out and feed on it. She had done it a while back though the heart had been an itty bitty thing and ate it in one bite. <br><br>Marcello huffed at seeing the scruffy animal. This animal was not about to last too long in this household. Not with other servants and slaves running about. He bet the pet would be found in a corner sniffling and crying. Even gave the pet less than two weeks before it pleaded to be taken out of its misery. Marguerite ran her household and her business and needed a pet to be strong and be at her beck and call. "What is your name, animal," he asked it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pet of a Vampire (Andy/Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 21:16:30</strong>
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				"Umm.. CS-213, miss. That was my number at the training facility" He spoke as if he had rehearsed this sentence over and over again. He tilted his head a little at her, first now daring to glance down at her body, making sure to do this in the utmost descreetly way. He were almost hypnotized by her very being, not having seen many people apart from those scientists at the cat.co corperation, and they hadnt been overall nice towards him.<br><br>He turned his head to look at Marcello for a quick glance, narrowing his eyes a little at him while quickly scanning over him, before returning his attetion towards the lady in the chair before him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pet of a Vampire (Andy/Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 23:57:49</strong>
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				This fur ball had to be kidding, she thought as she crossed her legs. His name sounded almost like a robot to her as she glanced over his physique once again. She cracked her knuckles and stood up from her chaise. The bottom of her silk night gown dragged against the plush carpet as she walked towards him. Marguerite wanted to get a better look at him and figure out what his name would be. If he was going to be living and traveling with her, CS-213 would not work when she called on him.<br><br>Marcello sneered at the animal. It needed a good swap on the behind, he thought as he watched his employer and Boss Lady check out the feline. She touched the tops of the cat's ears and leaned in to sniff and check the make of its fur. He hoped the feline was given a gawdy name, something embarassing like, 'Pussy' or even 'Squirt'.<br><br>"Shall name you Nightengale."
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				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 19:38:55</strong>
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				He made a small gulp as the lady rose while cracking her knuckles, laying his ears down a little as a reflex if she should want to pull his ears, something he quite disliked, he couldnt help to make a small low purring sound as his eartips were touched so gently, his fur were groomed well, only a few tufts of fur sticking out irregularily on his body, but all in all he seemed in good shape.<br><br>He blinked a little as he were given his new name, mumbling it lowly to himself while having his head lowered before he looked up at the lady with a small happy smile "Thank you miss, i like that name" He took a tiny step away from Marcello though, allready not liking him at all.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 22:05:54</strong>
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				<em>Nightengale?</em>, Marcello thought to himself as his Boss Lady played with the feline's tail. She checked to see nothing was wrong with it before she went to stand before the creature. Hopefully, the feline would be relagated to the corner of the room with a box and a small bowl to get by. The last animal was too afraid and simpleton to do a thing around the house other than whine and complain about what it should deserve. He had been glad to get rid of the creature the last time. Hopefully, this one knew when to keep its trap shut. If not, he had no problem in showing the kitten a thing or two in discipline.<br><br>Marguerite smiled at the pet talked and even made a motion to move away from Marcello. Marcello exuded a lot of things though sincerity and being open was not on the list. He tried to look out for her and she appreciated it, nevertheless, she could handle herself. She walked back towards the chaise and snapped her fingers to Nightengale. "Hands and knees, come to me and inform me of what kind of breed as well as characteristics you have."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pet of a Vampire (Andy/Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 00:53:38</strong>
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				Nightengale would be quick to to as told, getting on his fours in a small jump and following after Marguerite, her first question would keep him puzzeled, but the other one was something he could manage to answer without hesitation. "Um.. i think they call my breed a Bombay.. not sure, i wasnt listening when they told me about it.." He made sure to say the last part as lowly as possible, not wanting to give anyone a exscuse to scold him allready since he dearly wanted to make a great first impression of himself.<br><br>"Well, i like to help out, im good at cooking, im agile, i dont like loud screeching noises or blight flashes, like from a blitz or a flashlight. I like nighttime better than daytime, thats for sure.. hmm, oh, and it would be best if i didnt get near any catnip, it makes me hyperactive and oftens make me break stuff im the process.." He continued to talk about his characteristics for a little longer, sitting on his behind with his front arms and paws placed on the floor to support his weight. He looked up at the lady of the house in front of him, still intruiged by her grace and beauty, was he falling in love with her?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pet of a Vampire (Andy/Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 00:53:22</strong>
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				Nightengale intrigued her as she looked over to Marcello to gauge what he thought of the new addition to her household. She knew he hated change and hated to know that she might have to train him leaving Marcello out without anyone to pleasure for the time. She taught him all he knew and to see someone else vying for her affection would surely impact his frame of mind. Whenever Marcello was jealous, people just happened to become injured or die in the process until he had her affections all to himself once more.<br><br>Aye, he got crazy when he was given cat nip? Marcello mentally wrote that down as an Achilles' heel to get this damn feline out of the house. He had no intention of looking after this kitten or even letting it come near his Mistress. She deserved something better and he looked like he needed to be protected all the time. A kitten like him would get eaten up or even manhandled by the dogs Marguerite kept in the backyard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pet of a Vampire (Andy/Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 20:07:42</strong>
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				Nightengale blinked for a moment, and shifted his gaze towards a point near the wall behind Marguerite, he was sure that he had seen something move there just a moment ago, he widened his eyes alittle, the iris of his eyes shrinking slightly, like the lens of a camera zooming in. He lowered his front body slightly, and lifted his back legs alittle, to ready himself for a pounce, all being done on instinct. That was one feature you could never erase from a feline kitten, their curiosity and eagerness. <br><br>He just then, caught a glimpse of the rats two shining eyes, he kicked off from the floor with his back paws, not setting into a jump but more a sprint. With great agility, he had cornered the rat within a matter of mere seconds at the far end corner of the room, hissing at it and trying to claw it, he knew that rats had a nasty tendency to bite, and that they could poison you by infecting the wound from that.<br><br>He rather quickly got back to where he had been before, having a slight blush under the fur on his cheeks, his ears lowered a bit, as if he had done something wrong. "Sorry about that.. it.. just happend.." he turned his gaze up to her eyes, hoping that this wouldnt lead to a punishment on his behalf, the poor thing had allready been treated roughly at the Cat. co facility..
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