Zadist opened his mouth before snapping it shut. He wouldn't use Silvana that way...

He reached out, opening his eyes for a moment. He placed his hand on her hair, stroking gently. "It's nothing. It will pass soon, laska. I'll be fine, alright? D-don't worry."

The woman returned, her cap slightly tilted. In her arms were various board games. The tilted slightly, and the slave swayed under them, poking her head around the side, "W-would these do, miss?"

The space between Silvana's eyebrows creased. She wondered why Zadist was so stubborn, and refused to say anything to her about what he needed. Honestly, she could guess. But why was he so adverse to that? He'd mentioned doing something in the waiting room back and the airport. Come to think of it, Silvana was generally queasy when she rode of planes. But for some reason she felt perfectly fine and not at all stuffy, even in this closed up space. Maybe she could attribute it to her transformation? She seemed to be more tolerant of a lot of things, like less fatigue and... She didn't feel sore or anything. She felt in tip-top shape, hyper-alert, and all that. So it was even worse for her that her man was feeling under the weather. Poor Zadist. She was about to open her mouth to gently reprimand him for withholding his needs again, but was interrupted by the slave girl returning with an armful of board games.

Silvana frowned and returns to her chair, patting the floor next to the table. "Can you bring it here, please? Thanks." She waited for the girl to come over and seat herself, before continuing. "So, what sort of games do we have, huh? Do you want to play some with me?" Silvana glanced and the girl and smiled cheerfully. She realized that she hadn't learned the slave girl's name. Surely if she did, it would feel less like a slave and more like an airline employee that deserved respect--an individual like Silvana! "By the way, I wanted to ask you... What's your name? I'm Silvana, it's nice to meet you!" She held her hand out to shake.

Zadist groaned, earning a quick glance from the slave girl, before she deposited to stack unto the table, standing next to it and staring at Silvana open mouthed. Her? Play a game? "Uhh...if you wish me to, miss..." She replied nervously. What a strange vampire...

As the hand was held out, the woman stared at it, clearly confused. As her name was asked for, she focused on that instead of the puzzling hand. "I'm whatever you wish to call me, miss. Mister Zadist liked to call me Dove." She smiled happily, once more intertwining her finger in front of her.

Zadist spoke up then, "She's a...uh...'pleasure' slave, Silvana. She has no name. She goes by whatever the vampire she is with wishes to call her. I believe Phayte called her 'Lily', if you'd like that better."

Silvana blinked at Zadist's for a moment, then turned her gaze back to the girl. A "pleasure" slave? That was even worse than a regular slave!!! A SEX SLAVE?!! Just how young had this girl been when she got mixed in all this?! It was disturbing! Silvana's jaw dropped, and the words "CHILD TRAFFICKING" flashed through her mind. She would have probably started bawling her eyes out for her, as a human, but Silvana was a vampiress now. She wasn't capable of crying over something like that, unless it was something deeply sorrowful.

The thing that was sad, though, most of all was that she had no name except for those which vampires gave her. "I don't like either of those names," Silvana stated bluntly, frowning. "They aren't REAL names." She glanced back at the woman, examining her face. She was going to give her a real name. A nice name. A very nice, nice name that could not be construed as a sexual one, like "dove" or "lily".

"Jessica. Can I call you Jessica?" Silvana asked with a smile. "You look like a Jessica to me. Ooh, and Jess for short!" She grinned and then dug around through the board games, looking for one she liked. "Jumanji! Jess just joined me playing Jumanji!" Okay, maybe the Dr. Pepper had affected her after all... Too much sugar.

The female shrieked, diving under the table, afraid of the female's wrath, from the mere look she'd given Zadist. Her large brown eyes poked over the table, worried. "I...I can please you as well, miss! P-please, there is no reason to be upset."

Zadist glared at the girl causing her to dive under once more, sobs floating upwards. The female clearly hadn't heard the next words Silvana had spoken, and Zadist took the pause to glance at Silvana. "That;s how Dov-Jessica used to distract me. It's perfectly normal. You'll see a lot of them hanging out with Viseh and Phayte. Well. Not Phayte so much now. He may still have them around, but I doubt he uses them. And I doubt she'll know how to play, Silvana." The plane rocked, and Zadist paled slightly, falling silent and squeezing his eyes shut once more.

"I'm not upset at you, Jessica," Silvana said with a smile. "That's your new name, okay? Jessica. Now, sit up straight, please, I'm going to teach you how to play Jumanji!" Silvana grinned and opened up the game board, instructing the girl about the rules, the game pieces, and the dice to roll to get out of bad situations. Maybe it would be too complicated for her to understand, seeing as how she'd never done anything like this before. Jessica had probably only ever been used for one thing in her life, apart from regular tasks like serving food and tidying things up. But, since she was human, there was a chance she would find the game an enjoyable diversion from the things she generally did. "So, do you understand? Would you like to play? It'll be fun, I promise!"

Silvana glanced over at Zadist again, who had squeezed his eyes shut once more. Though it had seemed, that for a minute, he'd been distracted by Silvana's treatment of the slave girl and had forgotten the fact they were up in the sky at least momentarily. "After I finish playing Jumanji, Z," Silvana stated with a mischievous grin, "I would be perfectly happy to 'distract' you." She put emphasis on the word 'distract', to convey that she knew exactly what he needed and that she was willing to do it, no problem. But she returned her attention immediately after to Jessica and the board game.

Jessica removed herself from beneath the table, sitting and obiediantly listening to Silvana. She frowned, her brow furrowing as she stared at the pieces. Then the woman asked her if she'd like to play. Jessica glanced at her, blinking slowly, "If you wish me to, Miss." She replied after a moment.

Zadist shifted in the seat, peering at Silvana, before standing and making his way to the back of the plane, leaning heavily on the wall before vanishing inside an open door. Jessica blinked once more, puzzled. "B-but..that's my job..." She sniffled, turning her brown gaze to Silvana once more. "I...Is he not pleased with me? Was he wishing for someone else?" Tears began leaking from her eyes once more. "I...I am not good enough? I thought I did well before...he seemed so pleased!" She began wailing, burrowing her face into her hands.

Silvana felt a bit bad to have spoken to Zadist in front of Jessica like that, with all the tears. She sighed deeply, grasping the skirt of her dress and using it to dab gently at Jessica's eyes. "No, dear, he's not displeased with you..." she said softly. "But I want you to think for a moment. I'm female, a vampire, and traveling with Zadist. Why do you think that is, Jessica?" She frowned, letting her skirt fall back down and she clenched her hands into fists in her lap. Why was she apologizing to a slave about her man's behavior? He belonged to her. Zadist belonged to Silvana and no one else. "I love him," she murmured, grasping a game piece and setting it down on the board. "I'm not letting him use you because... It would make me sad. I'm so sorry, Jessica, if that makes you cry."

She wondered why Zadist had gotten up and gone to the other room. Was he upset at her for being so forward in front of the slave girl and hurting her feelings? Or was he trying to avoid her, because he didn't want to do anything with her right now? Silvana wished that he heart would drum, in the way that it used to, when something was bothering her. She felt so little physically, despite being upset. It was almost like her body was dead.

Jessica sniffled loudly one last time, before grinning. "Oh. Your his mate, miss? I'm sorry. With you being made, I assumed...Forgive me..." She gave an awkward bow in the seat, 'It wasn't my place." She turned in the seat, staring at the board. What must she do with it again?"

Noticing that Jessica was confused again, Silvana explained the rules of Jumanji once more. They spent a bit playing an awkward game, very slow, because Jessica had absolutely zero idea of what to do with her pieces or the dice, or even moving. Silvana had grown up with board games her entire life, so she'd thought it would be a given for most American humans to have some concept of what one did. But, like with Zadist and Clue, Jessica knew nothing. However, Silvana was very patient with her. And, amazingly, Jessica won the game, causing Silvana to beam and praise her, congratulating her sincerely. But after that, she thought to let the girl to her own devices. "Thank you so much for playing with me, Jess. But, I'm going to check on Zadist, all right? To see if he's okay. I'll be back later."

Silvana helped the girl clean up the board, and then stack up the rest of the unused ones, despite protest. And then she rose from her chair and movies towards the back of the plane. There was a door, followed by a sweeping dark curtain, that she moved aside. Some compartments lay beyond that, evidently small rooms. Silvana peeked inside them as she walked, looking for the one that Zadist had snuck off to. She hoped he wasn't avoiding her...

Jessica had been clearly upset. At winning, and at Silvana insisting to help. The newly made vampire didn't understand she was here to serve dammit!

Zadist was laying down on one of the beds, his mouth slightly parted, and his forearm covering his eyes. Occasionally, he groaned or moaned, grinding his teeth together.

Silvana paused, hearing a faint groaning from one of the compartments. She blinked twice, then turned, moving into it and catching sight of a figure resting in bed. The chamber was a bit dim, but she saw everything as well as she would have were it lit. Her new eyesight baffled her. "Zadist?" she called softly, leaning against the frame of the door and watching him worriedly. He had an arm over his head, and the soft sound of his churning teeth could be heard. Was he afraid, or in pain? Silvana couldn't tell. But, she wouldn't bother him unless he noticed her and beckoned her over. Surely he'd heard Silvana calling his name...

Zadist's teeth stopped grinding as Silvana appeared in the doorway. He removed his arm, sitting up and looking towards her. "Yes, laska? Is something wrong?"

"I'm done with the game," Silvana said simply, practically gliding toward the bed and then sitting down on the edge of it. After a moment, she scooted further on, closer to Zadist, and nuzzled his face with a purr. "How are you feeling?"

Zadist leaned against his lover, heavier than he normally would have, before opening his mouth to lie. He groaned instead, as the plane jolted and shook. He shook his head, "I hate flying." He muttered. "If I was supposed to fly, I would have inherited my mother's wings."

He groaned once more, letting his body fall back on the bed. "Did you have fun with D-Jessica?"

"It used to make me nauseous," Silvana admitted, "When I was a human. Actually, the first time to Italy, on the way there..." She grinned sheepishly. If she were human still, she would have blushed just then. "...There was a ton of turbulence and I'd had too much soda. I threw up everywhere. It was really embarrassing, I had to go change in the airport bathroom." But for some reason, as she'd noted earlier, the plane did not seem to bother her now. Perhaps born vampires had an issues with being on anything but the ground. Would he be equally sick on a boat, sailing across the Atlantic to America? Silvana did not know how long he'd lived in her country. But surely, when journeying centuries ago, Zadist had used ships for traveling.

"It was all right, playing with her. She didn't really understand," Silvana said casually. "But I think she was more frustrated with me, than I was with her. I can't seem to disconnect from the fact she's human, like I used to be. I just rattle on and on, as though she's used to having regular conversations... I'm a fail vampire, aren't I?" Silvana watched the vampire male collapse back on the bed, so she moved, saying "Here" softly and lifting him slightly. She transferred his head to her lap, like she'd offered earlier. "My poor Zadist," she said sadly, brushing his bangs back from his forehead so she could stroke it tenderly, almost in a motherly fashion.

Zadist tilted his head on her lap, moaning softly. "Yeah, a game is just what you wanted. You could tell her anything and she'd do it." He scowled and growled, leaning forward to nuzzle Silvana's stomach. "Feel horrible." He muttered, the sound muffled.

Silvana's brow creased as Zadist nuzzled her stomach and admitted that he felt horrible. It was never fun for someone to watch their loved ones suffer while they themselves felt fine. She stroked her hands through the vampire's hair soothingly, gazing down at him with a soft expression. "I'll stay with you until you feel better," Silvana murmured. "I can't leave you alone when you feel like this. Please, try to rest... I'll be here for you, Zadist."

Zadist groaned loudly. This was what she meant by distraction? This wasn't a distraction...this was just torture. Instead of voicing this however, he remained silent, not wanting to pressure the woman.

"when we land I'll call Viseh and ask him If we can stay at his house. I believe it's closer. Do you want to find a place through a real estate agent?"

Silvana frowned. What, did the vampire want her to leave? She had offered to do other things with him earlier, but he'd shrugged her off. And, because she was stuck on this long flight as well with nothing to do, naturally she wanted to be by his side. Although right now, being with him seemed to do more harm then good. Why couldn't Zadist just say what he wanted, and then tell her what to do for him? "A real estate agent would probably be best, unless you're willing to wander the countryside of Tuscano until we see some villa without an owner," she laughed. "That's a bit more effort than I'm willing to put in, so we can force someone whose job it is to do it.. Well, to do it."

She hesitated for a moment, and then said, "You don't want to do something with me right now, to distract you? You said that's what Jessica used to do for you... You do not seem really content to just lie there." The girl sighed. "It's difficult to get you to say what you really want sometimes, you know that?"

Zadist was quiet for a few moments. "I don't want to feel like I'm pressuring you. Or using you. I want you to know that when I make love to you, that's what I'm doing. Making love. Not just fucking you."

He sighed, nuzzling her stomach again and inhaling. Her scent was strange now, clearly a vampire, however, there was still a touch of Silvana in there. How could he forgive himself, when the mere smell of her reminded Zadist what he'd done to her? How could she forgive him, having to give up her previous life? It wasn't truly asking anything of him to give up his family and stay with her. He owed her much more.

Silvana sighed deeply. She understood what he meant, but as long as he was doing it with her, she knew he loved her. Right now, distracting him did not mean to her that she was being used. She would be helping him, because she was his lover and no one else's. "I'm yours," she said softly. "And you love me. I don't consider it being used, or being pressured. I offered because..." She coughed into her hand awkwardly, smirking. "You said all that stuff in the waiting room. I was sort of into it, you know. And up for it. Just because we ended up with a 'pleasure' slave on the plane didn't mean that I was suddenly mad and offering just because I'd rather you do it with me than her." Silvana shrugged. "Of course, that is true as well. But... Haha... I was going to do it with you regardless."

Silvana had lost her family, could not see her friends, and was now going to an alien country by herself... With only one other person. Zadist was her family now. If he was going to try that hard to make her happy, it seemed only fair that she do the same for him, right?

After a moment, when Zadist was clearly contemplating, he gripped her wrist, tugging her down to his body and crushing his mouth to hers. The kiss turned almost desperate as the plane suddered once again, and the male groaned, squishing his eyes shut.

Silvana thought it might be best to prolong it as long as possible, so she would drag out the beginning so as to optimally distract her male... She did not think it mattered so much, the actual act, rather than simply busying his mind and idle hands with something other than the rocking of the plane. So Silvana returned the kiss fervently, tangling a hand into Zadist's hair and tugging a little. Her tongue slid along his bottom lip enticingly. Maybe she could have a make out session with him first, like she'd wanted for a long time? That was pretty distracting, she found. Every time Zadist kissed her, personally, the entire outside world fell away and left her in warmth. Her body was no longer warm, physically, but she still experienced something "warm and fuzzy" from the things he did to her. Silvana thought that was enough.

((Have to drag out the beginning until I have privacy, cuuuz, I have work to do between posts. XD ))

(Lol, that's fine. They'll be short for a bit, 'cause I can't think when LaDonna is talking...>.> she talks a lot. But it makes her her.)

Zadist groaned against the female, sighing. He left her mouth, kissing up and down Silvana's jawline, hungrily invading her mouth once he'd done so. "Have I told you lately you're beautiful?" He muttered. A corny line, yes, but Zadist truly meant it with every fiber of his being.