[Misericorde]

He looked as though he was dying right before her eyes, it was terrible. She felt the worry swelling up in her chest as she watched him, wanting desperately to keep him alive, to keep him well. She didn't know if it was just human instinct to want to preserve others, or if it was because of this feeling in her chest, but she wanted to help him no matter how dangerous it was. When she rushed to his side, she had anticipated his struggle, but she couldn't let him leave now. If he did he could end up someplace without any of the blood his body so desperately needed. She held him like that until he stopped struggling, knowing that this was her chance to give him a taste, to get him to feed from her. She wasn't stupid, she didn't think being fed from would be fun or pleasurable, she knew it would probably be painful and weakening, but he had protected her, and if one of them needed to be weak she knew that it was better her than him. After all, with him being weak they would both me in danger, though if he was strong enough to function then they both had a better chance, not to mention...he was somehow already somebody precious to her.

He gave off mixed feelings, saving her but pushing her away, not feeding from her when he got the chance but still threatening her. He was distant, he didn't want to be connected to anybody else, but she didn't care. Once he had licked the blood from her fingers she knew that he understood what exactly she was offering to him. She was glad that he hadn't pushed her away in his time of need, looking up at him with that innocence, the concern that she felt for him despite the warnings and her better judgment. This other feeling was stronger than logic, stronger than instinct. It reeled her in and made her weak. She knew that without him she would have been dead already, she would have been subject to something far worse than simply being feed from. Not only did she owe him this, but she longed to be something precious to him. She wanted to be more than a burden, something more special than that. She wanted to be useful even if only in this small way.

As his fangs grew she could tell that he wanted her blood, needed it even. The feeling of his fingers brushing against her neck sent a bit of a shiver down her spine, but it was a good feeling somehow. Though when he hissed, she could sense his inner conflict. He wanted to drink from her, he needed to drink from her, and yet something held him back. Carefully she listened to him speak, her expression soft and understanding as she did so. He told her of the risks, she understood them well. Though she hadn't expected what came next, gasping softly as she found herself pressed against him once more. As his hand ran own her cheek those large golden eyes closed, long eye lashes tickling at her cheeks as she blushed from the feeling, from his words. She looked vulnerable to his touch, weak at the feeling. Somehow it was tender, cold, and comforting all at once. She now understood part of his conflict, she was innocent and pure, he didn't want to ruin her. It made her feel as though she were a delicate flower that he was trying so desperately not to break.

Though in truth his feeding from her wouldn't make her and less innocent, any less pure. Soon his hand slipped away, and her eyes fluttered open to meet his own. "I know it's dangerous..." she reassured him, looking a bit apprehensive for a moment before nodding her head. "I'm sure Drake." she made up her mind, looking at him thoughtfully. He didn't feel off innocents...that was his other reason for hesitating. She smiled softly at the idea, knowing that he was a noble vampire for doing such, not hurting those who didn't deserve it less he be desperate. He was far less cold than he seemed to be on the outside, even if he didn't know it.

Taking a deep breath she tried to calm herself, looking away from him as she pushed the hair away from her neck once more. Once it was fully exposed, she looked up into his eyes and gave a hopeful smile. She brought her body close against his own, feeling how cold he was but not minding it, her own body warmer than usual as her small hands rested upon his back. She tilted her head to the side and rested her body against his carefully. "Please....feed." she whispered to him, knowing how much he needed it. She was finally ready, being sure to support herself for when she would grow weak. He could kill her this way, she could become a vampire, but she pushed those thoughts aside, focused on he man before her. What was this feeling...?

Drake heavily considered his options. He wasn't sure if he could go through with this, because he had never fed off of a human and left them alive before. He always indulged, he never left a drop of blood in a body, but he had drank enough blood to know how much blood there was in a body, and knew when about to stop. Even with that information known, he didn't know if he wanted to risk killing her. He growled as he felt a strange tension in his chest. This girl, she was causing him to... To... FEEL. He had never felt this for anyone, and what was worse is that he didn't know what he was feeling. He had never felt any sort of emotion, except for compassion for the innocent, but that was more of a moral than an emotion. So now he had no idea what to do.

He saw Aya offer herself once more, he felt his fangs grow sharper, and it caused a tiny pain. He was so weak that the littlest things caused him pain. He knew he had to feed, and he knew he was going to regret what he was about to do... Even though he knew that Aya knew what she was getting herself into, and she knew the consequences. He pushed her hair back and kept it away as he moved in on her neck. His breath was warm against her neck, compared to his cold body against hers. His free arm went around her waist and pressed against the small of her back to pull her close, knowing that this would help support her. It took him a few moments to even press his fangs to the already pierced spot.

In an instant, he slid his teeth in to the tender flesh of her neck, his tongue moving against the skin in order to try and ease the pain. He hoped it helped, but right now, his eyes flashed red before closing. She had the sweetest tasting blood he had ever had, and that was purely because of the fact she was innocent, compared to the guilty he had fed on before. His teeth sank in a little deeper, and his grip on her tightening. He could feel her going weak, and in a few more sips of her blood, he drew his fangs back and let go of her neck, only gently licking at the wound he had left. He felt a little bit of guilt for doing this to her, especially feeling how weak she had before.

He felt so bad, then rather to let her walk back to her dorm, he put one arm higher up on her back and leaned down, the other going behind her knees. He picked her up and sighed, she was so light... She got a little paler due to the lack of blood in her system, but her lips... They had remained the same, rose color as before. He had to admit that she was a beautiful creature for a human, and he admired that delicateness she had. He knew where she would be in the dorms. She would be in a secluded room, in the girl's corridor. So, without hesitation, he began a slow pace, walking her to her dorm.

Once he reached her door, he opened it with ease, and looked around to make sure it was her room. He recognized her book bag from earlier, and assured that he had the right room, he walked over to her bed and gently set her down. He looked around and found a face cloth, so he walked to the bathroom, wet it with cold water, and placed it gently on her forehead. He was thankful that she saved her life, but he was still mad at her for getting in his way. If it hadn't been for her, he could have fed, if it hadn't been for her, he wouldn't have lost so much energy. Well, she paid him back, and he assumed he'd need to be thankful for that. But this strange feeling inside him wouldn't go away, and it ate at him constantly. What was it?

The feeling of his breath against her neck was intoxicating, and as his hand pressed against her lower back she closed her eyes, ready for him to sink those fangs into her neck. It was somehow comforting, his touch, the way he breath was warm despite his body feeling so cold compared to her own. Soon she felt his fangs press gently against the wound, her heart racing at the feeling, anxiety building as she waited for them to sink into her skin. It was strange, knowing that a pain was coming, and yet feeling so safe in the arms of the man who was to inflict it, she didn't understand why she felt like this, wanting nothing more than to stay close to him like this despite all of what had happened that day.

When the finally pieced through the tender flesh, she whimpered, hands grasping desperately at fistfuls of his shirt as she gasped for breath at the feeling. It was painful, tingling, and draining all at once. Her neck ached, throbbing in pain, though the feeling of his tongue running gently against the skin so soothingly made her grip loosen a bit and she relaxed herself against him, still breathing heavily as he sipped from her neck. She was in a bit of pain, but she could handle it, he was being gentle with her. With every passing moment, her hands slipped further down his back until they finally fell limp, his fangs retracting from her neck as she collapsed in his arms. Again his tongue ran over her wound, making her blush despite her loss of blood, and she gazed up at him, her eyes clouded and yet still showing such fondness towards him. "See....I knew...that I could trust you.." she whispered to him.

She felt weak, not even able to move when he scooped her up into his strong arms. Closing her eyes she smiled a bit, letting the burden of her body let go as she rested her head against his chest without thinking of what exactly she was doing. She didn't think about how distant he had been, or how he would probably hate it, she only closed her eyes and fell asleep there in his arms so peacefully, with that smile upon her rosy lips. She was happy, glad that not only had somebody cared for her even a little, but she had gotten a chance to help that person as well, to give them something they needed. It made her feel important, it made her feel like maybe she could be worth something to him one day...maybe.

She remained in a deep sleep as he set her down on the bed, and the cold towel slowly let her body temperature drop until she was no longer overheated. She looked peaceful, dreaming a silent dream as she lay before him, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling so gently. She woke a bit, eyes opening slowly as she noticed him still in the room. It had probably been at least half an hour since she had fallen asleep against him, and she still felt a bit weak. As her eyes moved up to meet his she let her eyes soften. "I apologize for being a burden to you..." she said ever so softly. "Thank you for saving me....even if it was just because of some unimportant reason, even if you didn't want to. I think..." she paused and looked away from him, unsure why she was feeling these things after only just meeting him. "I think you're a precious person..." she finished, the towel falling fro her forehead onto the bed beside her.

She needed to let him know...to ask him before he decided to shun her completely. She didn't know why she was here in this place or how she would be able to survive now that the others knew of her being as a human, but she needed to at least ask. "Though you don't care for me....and thought I may continue to burden you....would you...let me stay by your side?" she asked him with a bit of worry in her voice, expecting to be rejected by him, knowing that the idea probably wouldn't suit his fancy, though she needed to try. Even to just be near him made her feel safe, she was drawn to him and she didn't want to have to force herself to stay away.

Drake couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of her. She looked almost dead except for the slight color from her blush and her lips. He ran a light finger across both of the colored spots of her face, asking himself why he had such an attraction to him. He was a vampire, and she was a human. It was never something that would be well accepted by the others, and he knew that if it lead to anything serious, it could lead to a half breed. Drake was proud of being a pure blood, and it was that pride that made him so smug. He loved what he was, and he wanted to keep his pure blood line untainted. He sighed and closed his eyes a moment as his hand lay against her cheek. He felt her stir, and realized that she was about to wake up, so he quickly pulled his hand away and stood up.

He crossed his arms over his chest and continues to watch her, a strange admiration burning within him. He looked at the clock and realized how long she had been asleep. He wondered why he had stayed to make sure she was okay. He should have just left, but something kept him there. Something drew him to her, and it wasn't her blood. Though, he admitted that her blood was enticing. He loved the taste, and he loved the texture. He licked at his lips as he recalled the sweet taste of his tongue. He snapped out of his musings when he heard her weak voice, spinning to let his eyes meet her gaze. He couldn't find words to say as she thanked him. He had never been thanked for drinking someone's blood. Then again, none of his victims had ever been left alive to thank him for anything.

He slid his hands into his pockets, shrugging slightly. "It was your first day, every body deserved some mercy." His eyes had returned to being cold, lifeless, but they still had their blue color. He stepped closer to the bed and sat down beside her again and checked her body temperature, to make sure that she had come back down to a normal state. So far, she wasn't cold, and she was warming up nicely. He tilted her head a moment and looked at the bite, noticing that it had already stopped bleeding. Good, he didn't hit the jugular. He took his hand away from her face, but he felt her take his hand and bring it back. This caused him to blink his eyes in confusion, looking from his and her hand to her eyes. He began to speak, but was cut off quickly by her question. And apparently, for a vampire, color showed on his skin pretty well, because he was blushing now.

In his head, he put together the question she had just asked, but he couldn't find an answer to give the poor girl. Yes, he had told her earlier to stay close, while staying far, but that was for her safety, because as long as she was with him, the others wouldn't bother him. But he didn't want her too close, because he liked being by himself, not having anyone that followed him anywhere. But now he had started to have emotion for this girl. A vampire was developing emotion for a human, and it was not normal. Vampires never loved anyone but another vampire, and those that loved humans were shunned. He would be shunned if anyone found out, so he didn't risk it. He didn't admit anything to her, even though the colors on his face and his speechlessness answered her question for him. He did care for her. And he did want her at his side. He assumed that since it was obvious, he would make a condition for her. "You're welcome to stay by my side... As long as you repay me, once a week, with your pure blood to feast on."

He tried making it seem that he didn't care, and that he would grant her the wish of being by his side, in return for a favor from her. As if he was just using her. He knew it was more than that, but he hoped that she wouldn't catch on. "If you agree to those terms, you can stay with me all you want." He narrowed his eyes in a failed attempt to intimidate her. "But you better not get in my way." He growled a little, to try and push his his point across, but without meaning it when saying it, he knew he might be seen through. He sighed silently to himself.

Aya could have sworn she felt his touch, grazing her cheek much like before, though by the time she had gained consciousness he was standing near the foot of her bed. He was still there with her, though he wanted to make her feel like she was nothing to him, a mere human, she wanted to believe that she was something more or else he wouldn't have stayed by her side. The thought warmed her heart, though she didn't let him know this. She knew it was unnatural, for her to want to be near him always, for her to care for him so much even after knowing that he was a vampire. She knew that he could kill her at any moment, that his kind fed on people like her without remorse most of the time. She knew that he was dangerous and cold, and yet she wanted to be his. How weak she was, she couldn't let him know how much she was drawn to him, not yet. Though, odds were that he already knew by the way she looked at him.

He shrugged his shoulders as though he had done nothing but lend her a pencil, and yet she knew he had done something much bigger. He had saved her, it didn't matter how much he thought of it, she owed her life to him in her eyes. When he checked her body temperature, Aya didn't want him to take his hand from her face. With a bit of hesitation she grasped it, trying to keep him from pulling away as she asked him her question. It took all of her courage, but she managed to choke out those words before finally releasing his hand from her grasp. He didn't admit to caring for her, he didn't admit to anything, and yet he was letting her stay by his side. It was all she asked, not for his love or affection....for now being with him was good enough. If she was with him she would feel safe in this world of blood and darkness.

She could see it though, clear as day the way he blushed, the way he couldn't seem to find his words. A soft smile formed on her lips, and her eyes softened at the sight, not mentioning it to him, not wanting to embarrass or anger him, but she could see it. It was enough, she didn't want everything for him, didn't expect him to ever love her because she was a human, she was happy just being there with him in that moment. At least if she could stay with him she wouldn't be alone. He gave her a condition, and at the thought two of her fingers graze idly over the wound in her neck. She closed her eyes and gave a soft nod before looking back at him once more. "My blood is yours..." she replied to him, bowing her head slightly in understanding. It was a fair trade in retrospect, her blood for his protection, and in the end they would both get the company they silently desired.

She couldn't hold back her smile, though she didn't look at him, not yet. Instead she glanced to her lap tenderly. Part of her wanted to believe that it really was more than just for her blood he was allowing her to stay, but she wouldn't jump to conclusions and make a fool of herself. No, she would believe him when he glared at her, shying away a bit when he growled and then looking back to him with those shining eyes. "I won't..." she added, hoping that she wouldn't be too much of a bother to him. He was scary when he wanted to be, but she was still drawn closer even now as his eyes narrowed. His cheeks still gave way to his feelings, the redness that rested in them showing that she had somehow warmed him. She sat up a bit, kneeling on her bed as she looked to him, about at the same level as him while he sat and she looked a bit nervous.

"You can tell them I'm your slave..." she said to him quietly, knowing that he would need an excuse for his peers once they found out that she was a human. She knew that if his reputation was ruined it would be her fault, and so she gave him this option, sincerity in her expression. "You can tell them...that because of the sweetness of my blood you feed weekly but keep me alive. That you keep me alive so that the blood can be replenished and you can taste it again another day....because purity is rare." she wanted to help him come up with a way to keep in tact who he was to his peers while still letting her be by his side. She looked weak still as she knelt there, looking at him with such a gentle fondness. Not even the coldest of glares could melt away that look in her eyes.

Drake listened as Aya agreed to his little bargain, and a little smirk played on his face. He knew he had her wrapped around his little finger, and sadly, she had him just the same. He would protect her, and do anything he could for her. He hated how he felt, but he loved the way it felt to feel it. For once, he was happy to have someone to protect, someone that cared, and someone he... Someone he cared for as well. It was hard for him to admit it to himself, and he knew that he would probably never be able to admit it to her. Part of him wanted to keep it a secret. Wanted to hide it from her, and everyone else. Yet, there was another side of him that wanted to just shout it out to shout it out loud. Let everyone that could hear him say it know. Everyone that was around. He wanted so bad to let her know. He just couldn't find it in him to do so. That was his pride. That was his reputation. He'd be damned if he let all that go now.

Drake began to pace at the foot of Aya's bed, and listened as she began to speak. She had come up with an idea sooner than he had, and it surprised him to hear it. He actually thought that it sounded like a good idea. If the other vampires thought that she was his slave, they wouldn't bother her, because they'd know he'd come for them. If that were the case, he could secretly stay by her, and have her close at all times. And in return, she had agreed to let him drink her blood. He thought this was excellent. There didn't seem to be any flaws, but Drake overthought everything. In his head, ideas of them being caught raced through his mind. And what if she ended up having to leave the class? What if he got attached, and if she did as well, only for them to lose each other? This troubled Drake and he only began to pace quicker. His head was now filled with new worries that hadn't existed before. He needed to figure something out and he needed to figure it out fast.

Soon Drake stopped pacing and came to sit next to Aya, taking her head gently in his, touching her smooth, warm skin. "You realize we need to be careful, right?" His blue eyes deepened to a purple color as he looked up. This was rare, coming from him, because purple eys on a pure blood was something only seem when they had affections for another. Of course, he had no idea this was happening, but he locked his eyes to hers. "You need to understand that you can't act... Like you're happy. You need to seem... Well like a slave. No one is happy as a slave." He averted his gaze and brought his hand to his chin and cupped it thoughtfully. "If this is going to work..." He sighed. "I might have to be a bastard and commanding with you around the others." He turned back to her, not yet having let go of her hand. "You will need to follow any command I give." He hoped she'd be ok with this.

He also explained to her that in private, she would be his friend, and that he would be hers. He told her that he wouldn't be so mean with her all that, and once again, he reinforced his command to her of not getting in his way. Truth is, she still might, but the odds of him doing more than getting mad now were slim. He just wanted to avoid the inconvenience of it. Once he had finished explaining himself, he finally let go of her hand, and his eyes returned to their natural deep blue shade. He stood up and adjusted his color, looking her over. The dress she wore was elegant, and he had an idea. "To fit the part, I will get the masters to give you a special uniform. A dress, like that, in the school colors, with pink rose designs in lace." He turned to leave her room. "You will wear it. It will symbolize what you are." His famous smirk returned. "And I will get you a collar.

With a wave of his hand, he left her room, gently closing the door with a sigh. He was relieved, but he was still nervous about what could go wrong. No matter, he would sway any situation to meet his needs and his wants. He was Drake Kowai, anything he wanted, he got, and if something didn't go his way, he made it so it did. He slid his hands into his pockets and walked to his dorm. He had a single room, because he was upperclassmen, and he had status. His slipped off his suit coat and flopped on to his bed. His eyes closed ,and his nose was filled with her scent. He half wished that she had followed him. For all he knew, she might have. He wasn't paying attention. Not that it mattered. Right now, he couldn't stop thinking. Thinking about her eyes. Her lips. Her scent. Her blood... He desired her. With a sigh, he pulled a pillow against his chest, to imitate her against him. God, he felt stupid now.

Aya knew that she needed him, not only did she need his protection but she needed his touch as well, the sound of his voice. Everything about his being was entrancing, and even having her blood sucked by him made her happy simply because she knew that it was helping him, she knew he enjoyed it. It made her feel weak and helpless, but somehow so long as it was helpless to him she didn't mind. So long as she had him near her it was okay. Even his touch was perfecct, so cold and yet somehow so comforting to her warm skin. She didn't fear him, because he had given her no reason to do so. He had done nothing but help her since she had gotten to the class, though he outwardly seemed cold his actions spoke differently. Even his gaze spoke differently than his words. He made Aya wonder, made her feel something different than ever before and she liked it.

It was the perfect plan, it would let them stay close and justify her being in the class. It would explain the bite marks in her neck and keep her off limits to the others. In a way she actually would be his slave, letting him feed from her in return for safety and the feelings he instilled within her. Her personality was perfect, she had never been very outspoken or reckless, so being a slave in the public eye shouldn't be a problem for her. She didn't want to leave his side. Even if the school gave her the opportunity of leaving the class, leaving the school even she didn't want to be without him. It seemed rash for such a strong desire to come up so suddenly, but there was something about his she couldn't explain and if it came down to her actually being his slave she would have done it.

When his large hand grasped her own, amber orbs gazed up at him tenderly. She gave a bit of a nod at his words. "I realize that yes..." she answered, her eyes locked to his. She noticed the change, the alluring, deep purple color they had become, though she didn't know what this color meant being that she didn't know about vampires to begin with. She understood the act she would have to put on, listening to his every word and acting like the suppressed human slave they would all think her to be. She knew that for his reputation and her safety alike she would have to be treated differently by him when others were present. Her gaze never left his face even when he looked away and she ran her thumb gently over his cold flesh in a comforting way, offering a slight smile. "I understand what I'll have to do...master." she whispered to him, trying to see what it would sound like. In front of the vampires this was how she would have to address him, and coming from her gentle voice it sounded just like it should.

She listened as he explained the uniform he would get for her. This way it would show her ties to Drake as well as her status to the other vampires. After this incident after all they would know that she was a human. Without something so distinguishing she could be in danger. Then again it wasn't guaranteed that the vampires would behave even with knowing that she belonged to Drake. It sounded like a beautiful uniform as well, something that she would enjoy wearing much more than the usual uniform for the night class. It would fit her, and the lace would fit her role as a slave. It would be a dress that was meant for a slave, one to show her best features and make her pleasing to hr master's eye. At the mention of a collar she blushed for some reason, touching her neck a bit and looking up a him as he strode to the door. "Yes...that sounds perfect." she added, knowing that with every detail planned it would seem just as though she really were a slave meant for her unnaturally sweet blood. She wondered what wearing a collar would feel like, but realizing that the thought somehow flustered her she pushed it away, shaking her head.

After he left, she could feel a certain uneasiness creep into her mind. She knew that the scent of her blood was now in the air, and carefully she locked her door. The next day would be difficult, she would be known as a human, as Drakes human and that was sure to gain some reaction from the class. Luckily they wouldn't think him weak for keeping her when he explained about her sweet blood and what a waste it would be to kill an obedient slave with such pure blood. She hoped it would all fall into place. As she sat on her bed Aya began to feel lonely, thinking about those ever changing eyes, the way he held her like no other man could. Carefully she stood, opening her door and looking out. She wondered where his dorm would be, knowing only that it would be on the male side. She shut the door behind her, walking carefully down the hallways. Luckily they were still deserted and she only hoped they would stay that way until she found him.

It had been a long day, a frightening day and she no longer felt safe in her room, knowing of the dangers that lurked all around her, those blood thirsty classmates she had. Once she reached the boy's dorms she saw a door with a red rose on it, it looked just like that on Drake's suit he had been wearing. Carefully she moved to knock on his door, but with the first knock it had opened, not being fully closed in the first place. She stood there in his doorway, black lace dress bellowing about her thighs and bright hair and eyes shimmering in the dim light above her as she looked to him, seeming hesitant before she spoke. "I...I'm afraid to be alone." she admitted finally, her eyes showing the loneliness, the fear of being without him. Aya took a few steps into the room and glanced at her feet. "Could I stay here...for just a little while?" She knew this made her weak, but to him she was and it was okay if he knew that....she was already his.

Drake let Aya's words ring through his head as he felt the cold pillow on his chest. She had already started to call him master. And yet, he had never told her she had to do so. He assumed that this was good, though, because it would very much help them in convincing their classmates of who they were to each other. At least around them. It was essential that she be this way him, and him with her. it sort of ate at him. He didn't want to be like that with her but he knew he had to. He was glad that she understood. She wasn't as stupid as he had thought she was before. Before he knew she was human. He let his eyes fall closed as he thought about her. He remembered her laying in the courtyard under the tree. He loved the way the petals fell on and around her. The way her dress lay against her skin, outlining her thin frame. The way her hair was scattered across the grass, mixing with the green colors. "God," he spoke silently to himself, "she's beautiful..." he sighed and sat up on his elbows, pulling his cell phone from his pocket.

Dialing a number, he put the phone to his ear, and when the other end picked up, he spoke low, telling the person to make the dress specifically to her size, and exactly as he had said. He chanced the colors, though. He stuck to the same color for the rose and lace, but instead of school colors, he told them to make it black. She looked amazing in black, and he wanted to keep her that way. And this way, her dress would match his suit. He also requested that he have thigh high stockings with the same design, long elegant gloves with pink lazing at the top, and finally, the collar. Instead of a regular clip hoop, he requested that it have a "D" in red on the front, with red vine designs around it. Once he was done, he clicked the phone shut and lay back down. Busy on the phone had let him ignore her at the door, or at least not hearing it open. He shut his eyes once more, and sighed. "She'll look perfect..." Finally, he smiled. Not a smirk, or a grin, but a smile. And then he heard her. He heard Aya at the door, and it was gone as he jolted up on his bed, his eyes narrowing a moment.

His eyes finally relaxed, assuming she hadn't heard or seen anything that just happened, and he tilted his head at her request. In a way, it made him happy to see her, happy to know that she wanted to be with him even now, when she should be sleeping. He also, on the other hand, felt angered, not at her, but at the others. They had frightened her to the point where she couldn't even feel safe in her own room. He snarled silently before getting up, walking over to her. Roughly, he pulled her in, without meaning to, and shut the door behind her. He rested his hand against the door a moment and didn't turn back. He took a moment to calm down before turning to her, brushing her hair from her face and shoulder. He remained silent for a few moments more, considering her request, looking at her, watching her. He then moved away from her and to his window, turning to face her in the moonlight.

"You can stay." He nodded his head to the bed. "Don't make a habit of this, Aya..." He turned back and gazed out the window. "This doesn't fall into master slave behavior." He crossed his arms before walking to his kitchen, grabbing a fancy wine glass and filling it with cold water for her, bringing it to her and delicately handing it to her. "Drink this, and relax." He turned away, his look blank, almost careless, so different from the smile he had just been wearing. "Your new outfit will be here tomorrow, I assume you'll like it. And if you don't, that's too bad." His eyes half closed as he sat down in a throne like chair. It was clear that he was both wealthy and powerful. His bed was a massive canopy, that like everything else in the room, was black with the red rose design. The bed sheets were black silk, as were the pillow cases, centered with the famous design. His computer desk was a big, black L shaped desk, and he had a dual screen desktop with a small laptop off to the side. His television was a big flat screen, and everything was elegant.

His eyes watched her as she scanned the room. She didn't move from the bed though, and he blinked. "You can move, you know." She almost seemed scared, at least he thought she looked like it. He didn't move from his chair, letting her wander around the room as she wanted, if she wanted. As he sat, a thin beige and black cat, that much had the markings of a tiger, jumped up on to his lap. She lay there, and rested. He petted her as he continued to watch Aya, the same thoughts running through his mind. Her scent hit his nose like a firecracker in the sky, making his senses tingle. He shook it out of his head and pointed to the bathroom. "Full bath and shower, help yourself if you need to." His hand moved toward the kitchen. "And the kitchen. Not much food, but I'll work on that." He was almost inviting her to stay.

Aya had only arrived soon enough to hear him saying that she would look perfect, and see that smile upon his chiseled face. It was strange, she hadn't really seen him smile so openly. Seeing him looking so happy even just for that moment made her feel warm and she gazed at him fondly before speaking. When he heard her though he seemed a bit angered. She felt herself taken aback a bit before he finally stood. When he pulled her into the room she gasped slightly, surprised by how roughly he had tugged on her arm. Though he paused as though calming himself and when he turned once more he brushed her hair from her face gently. He obviously hadn't been mad at her, and she was relieved at that fact. Her hair tickled against her cheek as he pushed it aside, revealing her soft skin, and she smiled softly to herself at the feeling.

When he finally said she could stay, Aya felt a wave of relief wash over her, and relaxed a bit, walking over to his large bed. It was grand and elegant just like everything else in the room, and she took it all in slowly as her eyes gazed about carefully. "Thank you..." she said to him timidly, nodding a bit "I won't Drake, I know it's not proper for master slave behavior." she admitted softly, though she was glad that he was going to let her stay all the same. It wouldn't be good if people saw her just walking into his room, but after the scare she had gotten that day, she couldn't keep herself away from him. He looked so regal when he sat in the armchair, seeming all the more handsome to her. He was like a god the way the moonlight his his pale skin, his dark blue hair silky and his expression stoic as usual.

She was sure he would be attractive to any girl vampire or human, but she wasn't sure if they all felt this infatuation that she did. Slender fingers curled about the stem of the wine glass, and Aya sipped at it happily, contentment visible on her face as she rested her back against his silken pillows. It was like a small plaice of sorts, and she was sure it must have been one of the biggest dorms. As she sat there, sipping at the elegant glass, her gaze dancing about his room and over his form she offered him a sweet smile. "I'm sure I'll like it...if Drake picked it out for me." she said a bit playfully, her eyes bright before she looked away from him, slightly embarrassed at her words, though she was serious, knowing from his clothing and decor that he knew about making things look elegant.

When he mentioned that she could move Aya slipped off the bed and wandered about the room, footfalls light and expression curious. She glanced into the bathroom and then the kitchen, her expression softening at his next words. "It's a beautiful dorm...and thank you very much for your kindness. I really do appreciate it even if you have an ulterior motive." she said knowing that he would try to cover up his actions with some kind of excuse. She didn't care why he was doing it, he had treated her better than any others in her life thus far. She then wandered over to where he sat and looked down at the cat in his lap. With a tender glance she knelt before him, looking at the cat at it's own level. "What a cute cat." she said fondly before glancing up at Drake. She ran her hand across the cat's fur ever so gently, trying to comfort the animal so it wouldn't be afraid of her.

After pulling her hand away she yawned softly, rubbing her eyes for a moment before standing once more and looked at Drake, blushing a little. Without warning she leaned in close to him, pressing her warm soft lips against his cheek for a short while before pulling back and turning away, her face tinted with pink. "I'm sorry.." she added quickly, knowing it was out of line. Though she wanted to show her affections even if only a little. She wanted to let him know how he made her feel safe and how much she enjoyed being around him. She worried a bit, knowing that he could be mad at her and she set the wine glass down on a the side table, fingers interlacing with the hem of her dress. "I'm sorry...that's not proper behavior is it?" she asked him nervously, still keeping her gaze away from his face.

Drake listened and watched Aya closely. He couldn't bring himself to take his eyes off her, and he mentally cursed himself for it. He was not used to this, he wasn't accustomed to helping anyone, or wanting to be this way with anyone. He was never this nice, not with anyone. Not even when he had his family. But he just sat there and let her do as she pleased, not really caring to stop her. She was here, in his room, just as he had wanted. And he wasn't about to tell her that she had to go now, not after the had said she could stay. He wasn't the type to go back on his word, he had never done so, and he wasn't going to start now. Instead, he continued to stroke the cat on his lap as he watched Aya walk to the different places of the room, until he saw her come to him, and kneel. In his eyes, it was a true show of respect from slave to master, and he watched as the cat in his lap hid a moment behind his leg as Aya reached to pet her. It didn't take long for the cat to adjust though. 'Suck', he thought silently to himself.

Drake watched as Aya's hair fell over her shoulder. It seemed that no matter how many times he placed it over her shoulder, it always moved back to the front. Stubborn hair, he thought. But he smiled inside himself as he watched Aya. she was clearly happy, and that made him happy... Strange, he had never been happy before, not like this. There was happy, as in happy he fed, happy he'd live another day, but this happy... This was a happy caused by something real, caused by someone physical, and someone who wasn't just a source for a feed. Sure, he was going to feed on her every now and then, but that was part of their agreement. She had promised that to him in order for him to protect her. And it was a fair trade, but secretly, Drake wanted her to be around him as much as she wanted to be with him. He just had too much pride to let it be known. So instead, he hid it away, hid it from the world. He had never let anyone get this close to him, and it scared him to let her be this close, and to keep her so close. He'd deal with it, though, because he was happy.

When Drake saw Aya begin to yawn and rub her eyes, he knew it as a tell tale sign of fatigue. He watched as she stood, raising a brow curiously at her blush. She had done nothing to be embarrassed, so why was she acting so? Before he could think of a rational explanation in his head, his eyes widened as they felt a soft pair of warm lips on his cold cheek, and it brought color to his face. He was now the one blushing, and his eyes darted to Aya. He could now see why she had been embarrassed, she was shy of what she was about to do. With a sigh, Drake stood and placed a hand gently on her head, petting her for a moment. He said nothing as he walked past her to his dresser, pulling it open. He wouldn't say a word, not one, in fear that he would reveal that he liked what she had just done. She knew it was wrong, and he didn't want her to assume it may have been right on any level. So he quietly dug through the piles of shirts in the 3rd dresser from the top. He pulled out a silk shirt, much like the one he was wearing that day, adorned with the rose. H placed it lightly on the dresser, where it was revealed to be a long sleeves pajama top. He then pulled out silk shorts, which seemed to be his boxers.

once he had both of the articles out, he turned to Aya and pulled her close, turning her back to him. He didn't need to look at her to know what he was doing, so he began to work like a master. He moved all her hair over her shoulder over her chest, and his cold hands began to slide the zipper of her dress down. Like a gentleman, he continued to gaze away once the dress had fallen to the floor, his hands then clicking her brassiere open before his hands slipped through the straps and down along her arms. Once he had removed all of her clothing, save for her panties, he pulled the pajama shirt over her head and slipped it on carefully, pulling her hair through silently. He then moved in front of her, looking at her for the first time since he had started, kneeling. He opened the shorts and signaled for her to step in, pulling them up and on once she had. Now that he was done, he turned away from her and pulled the blankets from his bed, walking back to her. He knew he had embarrassed her, and shocked her, because the look on her face told a million stories.

Without hesitation, he picked her up into his arms as he had done when he had fed on her, and gently lay her in bed. He made sure that she was on a specific side of the bed before pulling the blankets over her. "You need to sleep, Aya." His voice had deepened to a low, soft growl. It wasn't one of warning, though... It was something more, it had a fondness. "Tomorrow, your new uniform will be here and ready when you wake up." He had a hard time looking at her, his eyes gazing away with his pink cheeks glowing in the moonlight. "Just rest... No one can hurt you here." He nodded his head, and quickly, before he lost the courage to do so, he gently placed a light, cold kiss on her forehead, laying her to sleep. He stood up after he had done this, and walked to the bathroom, leaving her to her dreams. He took a deep breath and placed his head in his hand, his fangs drawn. "What is she doing to me..?" He shook his head with a light snarl and ran a bath. He needed one now.

As she knelt before him, stroking the cat's soft fur she could feel his eyes peering into her very being. Though some would think it discerning, she was only flustered knowing that her "master's" gaze was so intently upon her. She liked the way he watched her, making her feel like he desired her company, enjoyed it even. As her hair tickled against ehr collar bone she remembered the way he had so gently swept it back, smiling fondly to herself. With a glance up at Drake she saw the slight smile playing on his lips and hers only grew more prominent. Though she knew to look away, for if he saw her watching him he would most likely have retracted the look of happiness. She loved being able to know that she was his reason for smiling. The first day they had met he seemed so cold and distant, yet when they were together like this it was almost as though her warmth was slowly melting the ice around his heart.

They weren't supposed to be together, weren't supposed to have had this reaction to each other. She should have ran after learning what he was, and yet she wanted nothing more than to run into his arms. He should have sucked her dry when he had the chance, though instead he was now placing the kiss of a sweet goodnight upon her forehead. This was unnatural, all others would frown upon them being anything more than enemies, but Aya couldn't contain the feelings that were emerging when their eyes met, when she felt his touch. He was being kind to her, and by the reaction of his class it wasn't something he usually did, then again she didn't usually trust people. It was ironic that the one she trusted the most was a vampire who could kill her within moments. That was the thing, he didn't kill her and that only added to his allure. In her eyes he was an amazing creature, so calm and provocative. He protected her fiercely and held her gently just like she had always wished for. She didn't mind that he was cold, that he was a killer, because when he was with her it was different. She was something special to him and though he tried to hide it she could tell the way he treated her was different from others.

Aya's back was still turned to Drake when he stood, afraid to see his reaction to her affection. She was surprised though when he gently pet her hair as if comfortingly. He didn't scold her or seem angry in the least, nor did he reassure her of her actions. Aya was left to ponder what he was thinking, though he only dug slowly through his dresser as she watched him. Part of her still thought it wrong to have kissed his cheek so suddenly, and the other wondered if maybe he had actually enjoyed it. She shook her head a bit, trying to clear her mind before he turned back to her. As she was about to speak, to apologize for such rash actions she was drawn to him and turned away from him. As she stood unmoving she wondered why he had spun her around. This time when his steady hands moved through her hair it was pushed to the front. It was unusual since all times before he had brushed it back behind her, but all her questions were silently answered when she felt the zipper of her dress sliding down to the small of her back.

With a slight gasp she turned her head to look back at him. He was looking to his side, eyes not even on her as the dress felt in a crumpled pile at her feet. She knew he wasn't watching her directly but she still felt embarrassed, eyes a bit wide and cheeks flushing. She felt her breath leave her and her chest became tight. She wanted to react, wanted to ask him what he was doing, and yet the feeling of his cold hands playing against her skin immobilized her and she couldn't find her words. He really did have a power over her, and she couldn't resist him. She sighed internally when he paused for a moment, wondering why he had done such a thing. Though she soon felt his touch again and as his hands slid down her arms a shiver ran down her spine, cheeks bright red and breathing a bit labored. "D-Drake?" she managed to finally stutter, hoping that his eyes were still averted as hesitant arms came up to cover her chest. She looked to the ground, feeling embarrassed and yet powerless against him. Her heart was racing, blood pumping and each breath became caught in her throat.

Luckily she was soon put at ease when the silk shirt was slipped over her head. Slipping her arms through, Aya let out a deep breath, the redness on her cheeks only subsiding slightly. Why was he dressing her when she could have done so easily? She couldn't figure it out, but she had enjoyed his touch though she was too flustered to admit so. As he knelt before her she could see the tint upon his pale cheeks and was able to smile for that moment, heart still beating violently against her chest. When she was swept up into his arms once more, Aya pressed her face briefly against his chest, breathing in his scent and trying to calm her nerves. He smelt of rain and roses, fresh and crisp and yet sweet as well, it was nearly intoxicating. Her body was limp against him as she was still in a bit of shock, but his strong arms did well supporting her before she felt the soft bed beneath her form.

His words were reassuring and he had a calming deepness to his voice. With a bit of a nod she looked up at him, the blankets covering all the way to her collar bone. 'No one can hurt you here' such simple words made her pulse slow and her gaze became more gentle. She looked happy, content as she watched him, wanting to say something, anything and yet her breath was taken away once more when she felt his cold lips against her forehead. It was a bit chilling and yet was such a wonderful feeling all the same. Instinctively her eyes fluttered shut and she smiled. "T-thank you..." she whispered sleepily before her mind went blank, her body limp. He had been able to fluster her so greatly and then calm her to sleep with so much ease. He really was in her way a master in the powers he had over her emotions.

After a few good hours of sleep, her body curled against the silk sheets, entangled in his blanket she stirred. Her breathing had been soft, movement limited because of the newly instilled sense of safety. She hadn't dreamed, nothing could have seemed more amazing than what was actually happening to her, and so she lay in the darkness of her mind, resting and recuperating. As she slowly regained her senses though she could feel how her body was engulfed in silk, how her body felt so at ease. She could also feel something else, the presence of another person and with a bit of effort she was sitting up in Drake's bed, looking about the room for him. She then noticed him next to her, not asleep but he was laying there all the same, and she slipped a bit lower onto the mattress. A small bit of light shone through the windows of the room and she knew that the flecks of gold would be dancing about her eyes. "Morning..." she whispered sleepily to him, her expression light and seemingly confused.

"Drake...would it be okay if I started sleeping when you did?" she asked him, glancing over at his form. "I mean because well, if I'm going to be your slave we'll need to be able to be awake at the same times. Also, I feel bad falling asleep in the middle of the day...at least the middle for you." She ran a hand down the silken shirt she wore, her cheeks growing a bit rosy at the thought before she looked into his eyes, feeling that sensation of being drawn in once again. "W-why did you dress me?" she finally managed to ask, her eyes casting downward right after. It wasn't like she hadn't enjoyed it a bit, but she was confused by him. Though if he didn't tell her she would question it no longer, so long as she was by his side.

Drake relaxed in the hot water of the bath he ran. His eyes shut as he lay in the water, the day's events replaying in his head. He couldn't believe where he was now, and it was harder to believe that Aya WANTED to stay with him. Most humans considered vampires to be monsters. Cold blooded killers of the night, stalking on innocent people to victimize them into being their next meal. In all honesty, yes, that's what vampires were, but they did have other qualities. Contrary to popular beliefs, vampires did have hearts, and they did have blood of their own. They were alive, and they had emotions too. But because of all the false media portraying them as heartless, it came to be that they just... Acted like it. Drake was different, though. He didn't like acting heartless, and he only did it because of the other vampires around him, his pure blood reputation, and his status. It was all he had, and if he lost that, he would rather be dead. Sadly, the life of an immortal keeps that from happening, and the only way to kill him would be for him to be sucked dry by someone he turned. And he turned no one.

His brain moved slowly through all the images it had seen since he had come back to his room, and the images that seemed dominant in his head, were Aya's reflection in the window. Though he hadn't noticed it before, he realized now that there was a reflection. As he was undressing her, her reflection showed him what he was doing, and yet, he couldn't recall being anything more than respectful. He never once looked where he shouldn't, and it seemed to him that his eyes had stayed focused on her face. He brought a wet hand to his head and lay his head in his palm once more. Slowly he pictured hr every curve, in his head, he could almost picture every little beauty mark on her body, and every defining line to her. He had never been able to picture someone so vividly, and yet she was stuck in his head. With a sigh, he let himself sink into the water, letting his whole body soak. The aches in his muscles soon vanished, and the day's stress melted away. He enjoyed baths, they always relaxed his entire being.

After having spent a good 45 minutes in the bathtub, Drake decided that it was time to get out. The pruning of his fingers seemed to mock him, telling him it was long past due. He hoisted himself up and out, wrapping his sleek, slender body in a towel before stepping out of the bathroom. The steam filled the bedroom, and as he looked over to the bed, he saw Aya peacefully asleep. He wondered how she could sleep so peacefully, how she could have no worries, even if he was there to protect her. He didn't understand her, but it made him smile to know that she felt safe to be with him. With a yawn of his own, he walked to his dresser once more and pulled out attire similar to that he had put Aya in, and slipped back into the bathroom. He finished drying himself off and slipped his clothing on, moving the towel to his hair and ruffling the water out. It felt good to be clean, and it would feel even better to get to bed. The clock said it was nearly midnight.

Once he was primed for bed, Drake carefully slid himself into bed next to Aya, who was still in as deep of a sleep as before, and still just as peaceful. If it weren't for him finally being able to hear her pulse, he might have thought she died, but lucky for him she was alive. He lay there motionless on his back for about an hour, doing nothing in particular, just laying, thinking, pondering. Once he decided to roll over, he closed his eyes and pulled Aya close to him, his chest to her back, and fell asleep. It didn't take him long, he was exhausted. His night was filled with darkness, no dreams, no nightmares, just a deep, calm rest, that made morning come ten times faster that it normally did. By the time he woke up, the sun was about to rise, and Aya was asleep, so carefully he moved and lay on his back, arms folded behind his head. At this rate, she would be up in no time. He looked over at his door, and noticed that her uniform for the day had been ready and delivered to him as requested. Good.

About half an hour after he had woken up, he felt Aya stirring next to him. He knew that she was waking up, and didn't bother moving. He lay there and watched her sit up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. When she turned to him and said good morning, he gave her a nod, closing his eyes. His eyes slowly opened again as she continued with her questions, his lips opening slightly. "I didn't go to bed too much after you Aya. I just don't sleep as long as a human." He nodded his head, sitting up slowly. He nearly choked at her next question, his cheeks getting red. He thought quickly for an answer, clearing his throat. "I just thought you might still be weak from me feeding on you..." He nodded his head. "I figured it'd be easier for me to do it, then let you do it, and possibly hurt yourself." He got up out of bed and walked to his door, grabbing her outfit. "It's ready, try it on?" For once, he let himself smile at her, only a small one, but a smile non the less.

Aya slept soundly, her mind wandering through thoughts of him, yet there was no dream. She could hear his voice ringing through her mind and smiled when he pulled her close against him. No, she didn't wake, but she felt it and snuggled close, enjoying the feeling as everything went dark. Many times in life darkness is frightening, though at a time like this it was a calm solace. It was true, being with him took her worries away. She knew that he wouldn't hurt her and from what and happened earlier that day she knew very well that he could protect her. Her own dorm was tin in comparison, it had no kitchen, just a small bathroom with a standing shower, sink, and toilet. It was a separate room, and the only reason it was even there was because the headmasters didn't want her having to share the bathroom and showers with the female vampires. Her bed was a twin, nothing like the large king sized bed he had. It fit both of them comfortably, especially with his body pressed against her back.

Subconsciously she knew he was holding her, though she wouldn't remember it when she woke. Who would have ever thought or a vampire to be so...cuddly? Though the feeling only lulled her into a deeper more relaxing slumber. Once she had woken, she was oblivious to his cuddling the night before, seeing him laying awake beside her. She was soon awake enough to see clearly around her and noticed his pajamas that were much like the ones he had slipped her into. Many of his things were silk, he probably only bought things of the best quality and material after all. It felt so smooth against her skin, flowing about with her every small movement. When he explained how he hadn't stayed awake long after she had Aya felt a wave of relief wash over her. "Thank goodness, then I can keep sleeping at night." she said with a bit of a smile. She would have been more than willing to change her sleeping habits for him, but still it was a relief to know that it wasn't necessary.

At her next question he became ever so obviously red and she herself was blushing once more. When he cleared his throat she looked up, listening intently to why he had done so without a single word. It seemed to make sense, and so she offered him a tender smile. "Oh...well thank you then, I really was still a bit weak. Though sleeping got my energy right back up." she added before slipping off the bed and standing up beside it. She didn't realize the window which had shown him her reflection, and so she remained blissfully unaware of the fact that he had seen so much, even though is eyes remained at her face. Just as he could picture her every detail she could do the same for him, his deep blue hair, those amazing eyes that changed with his mood, and every defined line of his face, every contour of his body. He was handsome beyond any other man she had ever seen. "Your pajamas are really comfy too, I'm glad I got a chance to wear them." her voice was soft as always, almost as though she was constantly afraid of saying something she shouldn't.

When he smiled to her, turning and presenting her with her new outfit she giggled a bit. It was nice to see him finally showing her his happiness, and she was sure to smile back in a sweet manner before taking the outfit into her hands. "But of course Master." she smiled and gave him a bit of a playful bow before heading into the bathroom. For some reason she was feeling a bit happier, still trying to get used to addressing him formally as 'master' before they had to go to class. When she shut the door behind her, Aya stripped down to her panties and slipped her bra back on followed by the elegant lacy dress he had ordered for her. It stopped mid-thigh, a bit shorter than the school uniforms, and the pink rose design was beautiful, so intricate and just like that on Drake's suit. She was amazed at how elegant it was and gently ran her fingers down the smooth material. With that she pulled on the thigh high stockings, they were black with pink ribbon adorning the top, and they left a good bit of skin between where they stopped and her dress began.

Carefully she picked up the collar he had gotten for her, tracing her fingers along the vine design and D on the front of it before slipping it onto her neck and making sure it was secure. Last came the long elegant laced gloves which matched the rest of the outfit perfectly. She looked like a porcelain doll as she stood there, so innocent and adorned in the finest clothes that complimented her beauty so well. Looking down into the bag she realized she had missed something and reached in to pull out a light pink rose hairpiece. She slipped it into her golden locks before slowly opening the door and stepping out into Drake's view. Her cheeks were the same pink as the roses and once she brought her shimmering amber eyes up to meet his crisp blue ones she managed to whisper to him. "W-what do you think Drake?" she asked him, fingers playing nervously with the hem of the fine dress.

Drake was glad to hear that she had slept well. He wasn't sure if she would be able to sleep in his clothing, it was quite a bit bigger than her thin frame. And thankfully, she hadn't seemed to remember him cuddled up against her, he was sure she would have said something if she did. So, he just silently stretched his arms with a yawn. He did nod to her, though, responding to her comments a little more. "You can sleep in those whenever you want, or I can have your own set, in your own colors, black and pink made." He nodded and walked to the kitchen, making a pot of coffee. Yes, he was a vampire that drank coffee. Everyone had weird habits, no? He took out two mugs, his own, and one for Aya in case she wanted one, then turned back in time to see her run off to the bathroom with a smile on her face. He knew she would love the outfit that he had made for her, and he knew she would look stunning in in. He listened as she ruffled through the bag, knowing what she grabbed and when she did.

He sat back in his chair as he waited for her to come out, eyes staring intently out the window. Their first class was in an hour, giving them enough time to go find her something to eat. Drake sat and wondered where they could, and then it clicked. She must have been from the human side of the school. Of course she was! He snapped his fingers and smirked to himself. "I'll take her to the cafeteria." He nodded his head, and sat back. He hoped that he would be able to get there and back with her in time to make it to class, and be able to get her some food without any trouble from the humans. They didn't know who he was, and they didn't know what he was, but he was sure they would know who Aya was, and he didn't want that attention, especially with the outfit she would be wearing. He got up silently and moved his dresser, which had been hiding a door that led into a walk in closet. Stepping in, he sorted through the racks until he found a black velvet cape, one that would match Aya's outfit, and put it aside. He took the time to change into his uniform, the black and white version of it. Black pants, coat, and cape, and a white shirt underneath.

He was done and ready by the time Aya came out, so he turned to her and looked her over. His jaw seemed to drop for a moment, but he caught himself, and began circling her, much as he had done the previous day. This time, he was checking every detail of the dress, adjusting it here, tugging it down there, and carefully looking at the stitching. With a small hmph, he walked to his drawer of the computer desk and pulled out a small sewing kit, and knelt behind her. Slowly, he threaded a thin needle and gently picked at the hem of the dress, making small repairs at the bottom, then at the shoulder straps. It took about ten minutes for him to be done and satisfied with it, and he turned Aya to face him, looking at the collar, hair clip, and the outfit as a whole. "You look perfect. Do you like it, Aya?" His smile was gone, but he had no anger in his voice, nothing threatening. He was neutral. "I like it, you look good." He nodded his head, and turned from her.

"But you need to eat breakfast, and to do that, I'll need to take you to the human campus, that's where you came from, right?" He pulled the velvet cloak from his chair and swung it over her shoulders, pinning it shut with a "D" pin, like the one on her collar. "I know you have friends there. If they ask, it's the new uniform for your new class." He looked her square in the eye. "You can't tell them where you're going to school now, nor who or what I am. These things stay between us." He pushed her hair back and moved behind her, taking his hair brush and brushing her long hair. "You are mine now. You are my slave, and you will do whatever I say." He turned her to face the mirror, staying behind her. "I am your master." He nodded his head toward the door. "Once we leave, you have no freedom." He knew she understood, so he left it at that, giving her her bag. "Let's go get you some food." He let her leave first, heading toward the human campus. This would be a fun experience.

When he offered to let her sleep in the pajamas whenever she wanted she thought it was a reasonable thing to offer, but when he said that he could have her own made she shook her head a little. Sure he was wealthy but she felt bad taking so many things from him, a new outfit, collar, and she had used his bed as well. "No no, I wouldn't want you to waste the money...I have a few night gowns of my own back at my room." she reassured him humbly. "Everything here is made of such a nice silk though, I just like the feel of it against my skin." That was why the pajamas had made her so happy, she never got to wear such fine things. After changing into the elegant dress which sat so perfectly against her every curve, Aya stepped out only to see Drake seemingly stunned for but a moment. It made her blush a bit more prominent to see his initial reaction, but he soon composed himself once more. She watched him as he circled about, inspecting her new outfit and was a bit surprised when he fixed the imperfections himself. She didn't know how old he was in vampire years but was sure he must have learned a lot in that time including how to sew.

She smiled sweetly and looked into his deep blue eyes. "I love it, thank you so much." she said with a very slight bow in gratitude. Though above all else she was glad he liked it, that was most important. She felt a bit like a princess in the outfit, though also like a slave with that collar. She didn't mind the collar even though some might have, but she did wonder if he would be chaining a leash to it at some point. It was more curiosity than anything else, she didn't fear him in the least, not when he was like this. "Yes I came from the human campus." she said softly, eyes following him as he draped the cloak over her small shoulder and pined it shut. Even the cloak was so fine, it was velvet and unlike the simple jacket she would have worn at any other time. Drake really knew about classic beauty and had them both dressed only in the most elegant and flattering things.

The "D" symbols on her cloak and collar would signify even more that she was his, his property and that she wasn't to be touched by any others. It was something like a brand, but one that the human girl was oddly proud to wear. She felt a bit uneasy with his eyes locked so intently onto her own but reassured him calmly. "I'll only tell them what you tell me to Drake...they'll think it's my new uniform...but who should I tell them you are?" she asked, making sure that she said only what he wanted the others to know. She would also have to let them know that she wouldn't be able to see them anymore, but planned to blame that on her studies. When he moved behind her and began brushing her long silky hair she felt her eyes drift to the floor.

It was a calming feeling, and he seemed to dote upon her a bit, but it was certainly in a good way. He treated her a bit like a doll, dressing her, brushing her hair. She was in fact like a doll in a way though, so delicate and helpless. One wrong move and she could break, she was something that he needed to care for, but in return she would remain his until the end of time. He made sure she looked perfect, made sure she knew what she would need to do, he really was like a master and a good one at that. He was a master with a very fine and rare slave, a fair human girl with pure blood and unfathomed obedience to her master.

She lowered her head in understanding, preparing for the ruse they would have to keep up once they left that room, the way his every word would soon become her law. "I understand master." was her solemn reply, the same she planned to use often through the day, though most likely not in front of the other humans. Taking her bag into her soft hands she headed out the door before him, walking a bit into the hallway before waiting for him to lead the way. Walking in front of her master wouldn't be seen as proper conduct for a slave after all. She looked down the hall, following him once he headed towards the human side of the campus. Once they had finally arrived to the cafeteria Aya looked up at Drake almost as though looking for confidence or even guidance before one of her friends ran up to her. "Aya!" she shouted and smiled brightly as she stood in front of the girl.

Aya gave a timid smile "Hello Mina." she greeted before heading towards where the food was, still trying to stay close to Drake. "What are you wearing? Are you cosplaying?" the girl laughed a bit. Aya only shook her head, and then looked up at Drake. "Oh no this is my new uniform for the class I was transferred into, but I'm just here to grab some food. I'll have to eat it on the way to class though and then I have to study so...I'm in a bit of a rush." she said trying to avoid being stalled any longer as she ordered a salad to go from the counter. The man gave a nod and began preparing it, but soon a boy about Aya's age came up next to the girl who had been standing there. "Hey Aya." he greeted with a charming smile and Aya nodded a little. "Hello." Though Mina continued as she waited. "It's such a beautiful dress, I wish I could transfer now." she mused before looking up at Drake. She seemed almost amazed at how handsome he was, staring for a while.

The boy looked Aya up and down and smiled. "You look beautiful Aya." he complimented before he caught sight of Drake as well. "Who's this?" he asked almost as though he was jealous. The boy's name was Mitch and though she was oblivious he had been harboring a crush on Aya for quite some time. Apparently to anybody else it was obvious, yet she didn't know. She glanced up to Drake nervously, wanting nothing more than for her salad to be done so that they could leave. After all this attention from all the eyes in the room she was quite anxious.