"Ahoy mi matey!" Gabe said, unable to keep himself from chuckling. With an amused smile he picked up the stack of books and tossed them into the back compartment of the carriage, and not gently I may add. With a sigh he dusted his hands off and sat down next to Vander with a flop.
"He kicked ya pretty good eh?" He asked as he looked over the wound.

"Eh...I've had worse....but yeah pretty bad...." Vander sighed. Looking out the window seeing Kane's back turned he quickly flipped him off with both hands. "One of these days..." Vander grinned with a sigh.
"What about you?" Vander asked looking at Gabe curiously, "Don't you have some type of dream?"

Gabe grinned at him impishly. Looking around to make sure that no one was watching he crept up next to Vander and smiled, eyes afire with excitement.
"As a matter of fact i do!" He said merrily, "Ive been thinking about it for as long as i can remember. I like to burn things you see...Ive always wanted to burn him! I think he knows though...because he tryes to keep my away from any type of ignite...and matches..."

Vander laughed, "Nice!" Vander chuckled thinking about that, "Sounds like a good idea to me....hey uh...you don't mind if I smoke do you?" Vander asked looking at him as he took out his pack and lighter.
"I'd wait but ex-Prince Kane doesn't like the smell..." Vander laughed, "One of the reasons I do smoke..."

Gabe grinned and snatched the lighter and smokes from Vander's hand. Quickly he lit the cigarette. After a few seconds he wafted in the smoke before blowing it out in a huge puff of horrid smoke. He coughed loudly and handed the smoke back to Vander, keeping the lighter for himself.

"uh....I'm gonna hafta ask for that back, Gabe..." Vander said as smoked with a smirk, "I'd rather not try and go through getting another one..." Vander smiled softly blowing out. "Besides...I wouldn't want to be the one to get you in trouble..." Vander chuckled looking at him.

Reading the rest of the invitation the Knight let out a longer sigh and pulled out his desk chair and sat down. Pulling open the top, right hand drawer Alex pulled out a single sheet of paper, his insignia present in the top left corner. Picking up a plain feathered quill he started to compose his response, after several minutes of writing he put the quill back down and stopped to read what he had written. Satisfied he pulled out a plain envelope from the same drawer as the paper and carefully folded his reply and placed it within the envelope. After writing the Royals names on the front he sealed the envelope with his signature bright blue wax and insignia.
Alex ran a hand through his hair and stood from his desk and left the room with the intent to find someone who he could trust to deliver his letter promptly.

Gabe chuckled and hugged the lighter to his chest with a big goofy grin.
"Mine!" He declared in a babyish tone. He hadnt had his hands on any type of igniting object in a very long time, not since the Master cough him poring gasoline on a brush pile next to the barn. Jason still held a grudge for that, after all he nearly killed his only form of transportation seeing as the man didn't own a single car.

Vander laughed softly at him exhaling out as he leaned back, "Right....I'll just find a new one..." Vander sighed, "So.....uh...does Lord Jason have many....ah slaves..." Vander asked lightly as he twirled the cigerate around in his hand, before returning it to his mouth looking at Gabe with curriousity, "Also what about your friend Desmund....he seems a bit...well, off..." Vander looked at him.

(( eh are you guys talking about me?? i thought you guys where at like a book store shopping or something? im way out in the country i mean i can work with it but still there shouldn't be any meeting yet))

((oh sorry we'll change it then! We were just a bit confused...))

Gabe smiled with enthusiasm and tucked the little red lighter into his pocket with more care than necessary. He patted the lump in his pants where the lighter sat. It was his baby now. After the little bugger was neetly tucked against him he turned to Vander with a visible lack of interest.
"No...its just me and the little guy..." He said with a shrug and picked at at spot on the side of the carriage door that had begun to chip away, "He dosn't really have much to take care of, even though the Chateau is huge..."
A slab of paint peeled off with ease and landed in his lap. Gabe picked it back up and started to slice at it with his nail, braking it into tiny fragments to entertain himself.
"And as for Des...well your right hes a bit off...but he didn't have his parents around to take care of him...he grew up there all his life. Master pretty much raised him, that's bound to mess anyone up"

Vander chuckled softly, "Yeah...I hear that....well at least you have some one to talk to..." Vander sighed tossing the rest of his cigarette out the window. "I was with my parents till I was....almost nine actually...but then....well I'm sure you've heard the old story all before right?" Vander said with a frown as he moved his head to look out the window thinking.

Gabe looked at him curiously. He hadn't the slightest idea what story he was talking about. Though, it didnt really surprise him in the slightest. He wasn't exactly the city gossip considering the only place he ever even saw another human being was if they by some chance would pass by them in the cart. That interaction, however, only lasted a few moments, and no Vampire in their right mind would disclose any information to a slave.
"No...I dont think Ive heard it before anyway..." He said.

Vander looked at him, "Really...then I guess Kane lied....doesn't surprise me..." Vander took a deep breath leaning back. "I guess I'll tell you then....It isn't really interesting but...It's somthing better to do than sit here watching you destroy the carriage..." Vander chuckled before he began.
"Well the first thing is...you were born a slave right?"

"Yea..." he said and flicked the remaining chip of paint out the window with a glorious twack. This must be good for him to be so serious. He didnt really have anything better to do obviously, but it certainly seemed more entertaining then what he had just been doing. Besides it must be good for Vander to be so serious. He looked back to him with anticipation.

"Right...well I wasn't...my parents were free....sorta...I don't really know that whole story....but I grew up free until when I was eight....then," Vander sighed, "Well my parents weren't doing so well about that time....then Kane came along...he was a bit down in the dumps himself....so he made and offer to my parents...."
Vander looked down, "And they sold me....I don't think I really understood at the time....I just thought I was going to visit somewhere...I mean...I thought they loved me and all...but then weeks and months passed and I figured it out..." Vander frowned, "One thing I can say for my master though is that for those first few months he was nice...and taught me to read and write...and other things...but then something snapped in him and he became the way he is now..." Vander let out a deep breath finished.

Alex walked down the hall with a purposeful stride, heading in the direction of the main hall hoping to find an unsuspecting persons, well slave who needed something to do.
"Maybe i should look into getting myself a personal slave.?.." he asked himself, "maybe a female since they tend to do a better job the males..." his out loud musing continued, "no, none of the slaves in the house are any good, i would need to go to the slave auction and those things are terrible, all that work getting a new slave broken in and healthy. Yes they must be healthy..." Frowning the Knight pushed open the door to the entrance hall and made a sharp turn to the left towards a hidden door.
Knowing that this was supposed to be a slave entrance into the hall Alex figured he could find a slave wandering around slacking off.

Gabe looked at Vander sympathetically. It wasn't the most tragic story he had ever heard, but it was still an unpleasant one. Especially since the victim was siting right beside him and he had witnessed the abuse for himself.
But still, on some level he felt envious of him. He had never known freedom like Vander had. He had always been under the care of one person or another and had to accept, though not enjoy, that that was his place and he should probably stay in it.
"Im sorry..." Was all he could say.

Alex walked down the small slave tunnel scowling at the state of the walls. Cobwebs and dust was everywhere , it was disgusting. Reaching what appeared to be the end of the tunnel alex pushed open the wooded door he found and emerged into the kitchen and finally some slaves.
One of them rushed forwards upon seeing the Knight " Sire what is it we can do for you?" she asked politely.
Alex held up his letter "I require a body to deliver this letter to the Royal palace immediately."
Nodding the women called out the name of one of the other slaves and a small boy ran over to them "You will deliver the Sire's letter dearie, you understand, quickly now".
Alex handed the boy the letter and watched as he bowed and ran off to deliver the letter.
"He will have i there by tomorrow morning Sire" The slave told him, again with nothing but sincere honesty on her voice.

Vander sighed, "It's fine..." He looked down thinking. He remembered his small freedom when he was young. It wasn't much, he had chores and all he had to do for his parents but other than that he could do whatever he wanted. Unlike in his slavery....
"....Your lucky...you know that...." Vander sighed, "I'd much rather have Lord Jason as my master...." Vander smiled.

"Yea..." Gabe said with a little sigh, "Hes not that bad i guess..."
He turned his gaze out the window and rested his chin lazily in the palm of his hand. No, his master wasn't that bad, but for him, just having a master was a prison sentence. There was no way out of slavery in this world. No where to run that he could live without being looked down uppon. He hated that, but at least he had a place to sleep and food to eat. Still, it didnt seem fare.

Vander looked at him with a blank face. ".....One day i'll fly away...." He whispered softly. Thinking to himself. One day, He promised to himself, I'll be a vampire myself....and when that day comes....I won't be a master to human's but a friend.... Vander grinned with pride at his foolish dream knowing full well that it would probaly never come true.

Alex nodded and turned without a word and exited the kitchen through the main doors and headed back to his room to start his planning for the ball. As he walked down the hall the Knight let his mind wander. Idea's for what to wear to the ball, possible trips to the slave auctions and luckily a few ideas for some new paintings.

"Right..." Gabe said simply and looked at him strangely. Vander was definitely a strange agent. For, you see, he was fairly certain that humans could not fly. Unless of course he was suggesting that he was going to jump off the roof, which made him none the less messed up. Ether way, Gabe was getting annoyed with the weird random sayings that seemed to come form him every other moment, not to mention that German thing.