She smiled warmly, seeing that the tea was finally done. Patting herself on the back for doing a good job, Cherila was hoping it tasted ok. What would she do if it didn't, but worrying, she knew would get her no where. Pulling out a couple of towels, she wrapped them around the kettle.

Setting the kettle down on five towels that were set on the table, she searched through the kitchen for some cups. Cherila knew that they had to be somewhere.

Sensing that the tea was done, he got up and headed back into the kitchen. Cherila was looking for cups, so Deimos opened the closest cupboard to him and it was filled with cups and glasses of different sorts. He waved Cherila over and headed to the tea. He reached in his right pocket and pulled out a small collapsable cup, and ignoring the scorching heat coming off the kettle, poured himself some. Setting the kettle back down his hands appeared burned, then within seconds they were fully healed. He nodded to Cheila thanking her for the tea and headed out of the kitchen. He got to the stairs when his voice entered Cherilas head again.

And stop worrying, the teas amazing

She noticed Deimos point out where all the cups were, she gathered a few up and set them near the kettle. After seeing his hands get burned Cherila waited until the kettle cooled.
Hearing his voice in her head, tears overcame her eyes again. Still she couldn't understand why every time someone said something nice to her it made her want to cry. Cherila's soft grey eyes clouded up with more tears than she could handle. Wiping them away clumsily, she couldn't stand making people think she was sad.

He continued up the stairs but continued his connection with her. He got to his door when he had an idea.

If your not busy miss, could we have a chat? Id like to show you something

Uh ok? She thought, going up the stairs and seeing him standing before his door.
Hopefully it's not something scary, she imagined something like his collection of spiders.

he chuckled as he analyzed her fear. He waved her over as he turned and started heading for the staircase that goes into the attic.

Oh no that's the attic.... there's definitely spiders in there. She closed her eyes, still following him bravely.
But she had never been up there, Cherila had no idea what the place was like.

Her turned to her once they reached the staircase and noticed her eyes were closed.

Youll surely fall if you ascend the stairs with your eyes closed, here....

He reached out and gently grabbed her hand. He turned and began up the stairs.

She opened her eyes, seeing him grab her hand. Cherila blushed nervously, hoping he didn't think that she was too scared.
Thanks very much, she thought, following him now up the stairs, watching to make sure she didn't fall, and of course for any spiders.

They reached the top of the stairs and came to a door. He reached into his left pocket and pulled out a key. He placed the ancient looking key into the keyhole in the door and turned it. When the door opened, a pillow of dust pillowed out the door. He quickly covered Cherilas eyes and paused as the dust cleared. The view before them was magnificent, atleast to him. Nothing but darkness. The room was full of books and scrolls. A few dried blood spots and sheets of paper decorated the floor and the only visible light seeped through mini holes which were located randomly across the wall. and there were no spiders in sight

This..is my fortress

She was surprised at how much effort he put into concealing the place and locking it. Glad at the fact that he had protected her from the dust and the fact that there were no spiders, Cherila smiled. The place was oddly dark as though it were to conceal something.

A-A fortress? She stared at it, now only slightly understanding it's meaning. Are you protecting yourself from something?

He never thought of it as portection or concealing, but perhaps he was. He looked back at her.

It was my home for a very long time. The rats that used to dwell up here were both my company as much as they were my source of food. Ive never seen this place as protection for myself or to conceal anything, but myself. I dont tend to hurt anyone but those who deserve it and live lowly lives. It wasnt till Guma entered that i was weak and fell through the flooring. I feel the need to kill but this place brought me solace, and when that feeling went away and i was urging to feed again, you calmed me. So you see, this is the world of mine noone sees. a fortress.

He took a deep breath as if the moment was nostalgic. and looked around concerned.

She started crying again feeling the warm tears drip down her face. This was at least the fifth time she had cried today, but this time it wasn't because she was happy.

You poor thing, no one should ever go through what you have. You're not going to be alone anymore, I promise.

Cherila hugged him, hoping to make him feel a little better.

But even those with lowly lives still have something to give to this world.

The surge of warmth consumed him again. He hugged back, wondering if she actually understood that he was a vampire. But not wanting to scare her, he figure that would best be left for another day. He wiped away her tears and gently pecked her forehead.

Its ok, please dont cry for my sorrow. Ill explain myself a little clearer when the time is right. But until then, please dont cry for my sake.

Smashing through the attic's roof, a lofty murky shadow strutted from the depths of the darkness, and surging forth with fairness and grace.

A smile glimmered from his shining lips, as he spit out the Popsicle he had been chewing on. That smile turned sinister when he saw two people standing before him in a tight embrace.

"Chera...." He grunted, "I thought I said we don't touch those who's hands are stained with another's blood."
Nvoe ripped her from the creature's arms, a bottomless dark glare of forewarning across his handsome face.
"You planning on seducing my sister?" A darker crisp tone emerged from his throat.
Nvoe tipped Chera's head over, running his finger across her jugular to make sure that she hadn't been bitten.

There was no speck of tooth marks anywhere on it. He considered her lucky.

Cherila felt herself pulled away from Deimos abruptly.
Nvoe...., she stared at him in amazement, not able to believe that he was here.
Then she noticed him checking her for bites. Her face turned red, wondering exactly what he was thinking.
Still not able to believe that he could say something that mean, she continued to stare at him, feeling really confused.

Deimos' eyes narrowed as he had Cherila removed from him. He wasnt suprised though. He had known this type of prejudice for many centurys now. He lowered his head, refusing to explain himself. When he regained composure, he met his eyes with the strangers.

"i take it you know each other. So i wont react. But was that really neccessary?"

As he stood there, he felt a drop of water landing on his head. He glanced up and smirked as the once bright sunny day had now become dark and cloudy with the promise of rain to come.

"and whos gonna pay for that?"

After sitting down for a good time after being ignored by Deimos, he contemplated what all needed to be down. He stood up and went to the bar, grabbed the chores list and added to it.

Chores
[] Windows need blinds or drapes
[X] Floor needs sweeping/mopping
[] Need new furniture for sitting area
[] Tables need to be wiped down
[] Room needs to be made on far wall for future project.
[X] Cherila: make some tea. ^_^
[] Make a new sign for the outside to attract costumers

He returned to his seat as he heard crashes coming from above.

"Duh, we know each other." He paused, tugging Chera closer to him, a dark brooding smile curved upon his face. His brillant curly auburn hair blowing softly through the wind.
"You really want to know who'll be paying for it? I think you will." Nvoe swiped out a long serpent looking gun with his graceful nimble fingers, a number 13 scraped on the side of it. With his free hand, he fiddled with it dangerously. "Sure you're not wanted, but the bounty on the body of ANY vampire is great. Then I'll gladly pay back the owner of this shop."
A simple yet harmful shiver threw itself upon the back of his neck. He was terrified of the dark, one of the reasons he became a bounty hunter. Less for him to worry about at night. "But I hate vampires the most. The only reason you are alive is because someone had to die. You get to live forever, taking lives as you please."
"AND, the only man I will EVER let touch her in that way, is the man that can BEAT me."

Deimos chuckled to himself for a bit then replied coldly.

"Just because i feed, doesnt mean i kill. Afterall, i havent killed in decades. And i have no intention of hurting her by fighting you. Even if you insist."

The rain began to fall harder as he took a couple steps backwards, comsuming his body in the darkness of the attic, he faded into mist and drifted through the hole in the attic.

Serena walked into the tavern and looked around, looking for anyone that might be able to help her out. "Hello?" she called in her best voice... of course... her being her, her best voice wasn't very loud. She sighed to herself and decided to simply look around, hoping she would come across someone who could show her to the owner... better yet, the owner himself.

The crashes that were coming from the attic had subsided, just as a very soft sound was heard by Guma. He looked around and noticed a young lady wondering around the tavern.

she must have been what i heard he thought

"Excuse me ma'am. May I help you? I am the owner here."

Name: Nami Suki

Age: 12 (i saw no age limit)

Race: human/ werecat.

Bio: the child of a domestic slave, she was only able to hold on to one sister. her father
was her mothers owner. the sister came from his brother. over the years, her mother gave her two instructions: find a better life. stay together.

Other: her sister waits on the outer edge of the property.

Position applying for: maid. (taverns can always use a spare.)


appearance:
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albums/ss237/minarsha/th_GreenEyedCatGirl.jpg[/IMG]
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Name:Nariko (likes to be called nari)

Age: 6

Race: human/ werecat.

Bio: (im not putting an extra bio!)

Other: afraid of hights and water.

Position applying for: scullery maid

appearance:

Serena jumped in surprise from the sudden sound of a voice. She turned and looked at the man who said he was the owner. She quickly gathered her courage and put on a small smile "yes, I heard that you were in need of a maid" she said, her eyes roaming around the place, seeing that the rumors were most certainly true... and that she'd have a lot of work on her hands.

A deep overwhelming sadness fell over her. She dared not look at him nor look anywhere for that matter, her eyes kept fidgeting from spot to spot. Cherila didn't know whether to be happy to see him or upset at what he had said to Deimos. Knocking her head on his chest in frustration, not sure how to treat him. She knew he was wrong, after all it was him that taught her to look past a person's past and appearance. But for some reason he thought he had to be strong and protect her.

Maybe he's still caught up on the years back in middle school....