Damien smiled a little. "My dear, if we wanted to get rid of you, I would have taken you right to the gates to let you escape. Never to see you again." he said honestly. He was glad that she wouldn't just let herself be killed. It would be a fun fight. "But of course, it is still an option. Being a hunter isn't that great either. Extreme hunger when you first turn into a hunter, and it happens every year around this time. Possibility of being stuck in this house for a very long time. Never being able to see your dear ones, if you have any. And, never being able to have a true life." he said, his smile still in place, though his eyes did dim a little. SHaking his head, he shrugged. "It's up to you really. Each one has it's pro's and cons." He looked back at the sleeping Ahsel. "Your time to fight with me or Kisha is coming near anyways. I'll be happy that you won't give up so easily."

Laurette thought about what he said, and considered her options. She didn't care much for her human life, but being stuck in this place as a monster didn't sound too thrilling either. She let her gaze fall to Aysel, and then looked back up at Damien. "And if I kill her instead? What if I win this game? What will happen to me?" She raised an eyebrow, "Will I be let out? Never be stuck in this place again? I never really understood this whole game thing. I was simply trying to survive."

He smirked. "If you win, you win your freedom, money, and you get to leave scotch free. I don't think you'll be brought back here, unless you wish to visit your dear friends here when it's not being used for the games." he answered, tilting his head. That never happened though. "You may fight with her, and if you kill her, you'll still have to survive the rest of the night, which is almost over by the way." he said, glancing over to the window. It was growing a little lighter, but it was still dark enough to be considered night.

Laurette hopped off the counter and stood over the girl. She inspected her, and then smiled a little. She bent down and picked her up, sitting her up against the wall. The girl still seemed out and didn't seem to respond to it at all, and Laurette leaned against the wall beside her. "If we're going to fight, then I'll give her a fair fight. I won't go easy on her though." She said and smirked. She looked at Damien and raised an eyebrow again. "Wait, you said people are allowed to visit? Wouldn't they get killed? I don't see why anybody would come back here."

Kisha had listened to the whole conversion with partial interest. She wasn't really liking how nice Damien was being. Of course, she did like Laurette too, so it wasn't so far fetched. She looked up at the girl. "Most of us only kill when we're hungry. And we're only mostly hungry around the game time. Hence why we actually hinder the games. Does that make sense? At least, I wouldn't kill if I could help it and I can't help it when I'm super hungry. Like today."

Damien nodded a little. "Yeah, and me.. Well, I don't care, so long as it gets the competition down." he said, smirking lightly. Looking at Laurette he shrugged. "Nobody's done it, so not sure if you can come back and visit." he said, thinking about it. "But, well, I'm sure it's not too hard to get back in during off season. I mean, it's a house.. Just with hunters and booby traps." he said, chuckling.

Laurette grinned at him, and her face looked like a mixture of playful and sinister. "Maybe when I win, I should come visit you guys here. Of course, if I don't fall into another hole." She joked, sitting down on the ground next to Aysel.

Damien grinned lightly. "We'll make sure you stay clear of booby traps." he assured her, nodding a little. "I'd welcome the visit, you can tell us all about the outside world and what's new." he said, liking the idea.

She looked into his eyes, a friendly smile on her face. "It would be nice if you guys were able to experience that outside world with me." As soon as she said it, she looked down a little and chuckled. "It's a strange thing to say. I'm sure you guys would rip me apart if it weren't for our agreement. But I enjoy your company." She stood up and stretched a little, smirking. "Which is something I don't say to many people."

Kisha smiled, slightly crookedly. "I never made such an agreement. Only that knucklehead did." She jerked a thumb at him. "But I like you and your fun to mess with. So I'll let you live for now. Plus I'm sure Damien'd kill me if I tried. Er, try to kill me if I tried." She smiles a real smile at her. "I'm glad you could say it to us. Honestly, I didn't think such words were possible after I became what I am."

Damien tilted his head. "Actually, I wouldn't have ripped you apart even without the agreement." he said, realizing it was the truth. He wouldn't have been able to do it for some reason. It even stopped him, when she had even let him take a shot. He hadn't done it. He smirked and raised an eyebrow. "And don't tempt me with false hope." he said. "But yes, good that you like our company." he said before looking at Kisha. "I wouldn't try to kill you. Just, never talk to you again." he said seriously.

Kisha started to not like where this conversation was going. I don't care if he likes her or whatever. I just don't want to hear it. She grimanced at herself. Then she put on a small smile again. "Oh, that's so much better. Sheesh. Anyway." She looked at the unconscious girl. "How should we wake her?"

Damien raised an eyebrow at Kisha before smirking. "Wake her however you'd like." he said, drifting up in the air and taking a sitting position. he swung his legs idly looking at her. "Just, don't kill her yet. If Lau can't do it, you can." he said, grinning. Yes, he had just given the girl a nickname, but mostly because he wanted to see what she would do. Well, both the girls. Laurette just reminded him so much of his sister, he couldn't help but to mess with her. Not that he'd tell Kisha that.

Kisha wanted to growl at him. He'd just given Laurette a nickname. How frustrating. Instead she nodded. "I wasn't planning on killing her right away anyway." She poked the girl. When she didn't stir, that same fingernail extended long again. Just the one. This time she poke the girl, not digging the nail in or anything but she drew just a small drop of blood. "Wake up girlie."

Laurette smiled a little when he had called her by a nickname, and she watched as Kisha attempted to wake the girl. Looking away for a second, she turned her gaze up to Damien and smirked, "Lau? I can get used to that. It's cute." She paced the room slowly for a few seconds. The girl put up a fight against Damien, so Laurette knew she would be a challenge. But she didn't fear the future battle. In fact, she felt a little anxious.

Damien grinned a little. "Glad you like it. It's shorter, and it's fitting I think." he said, ruffling her hair a little before he could help it. Kisha didn't seem to be too happy about the nickname though, he could sense it. "She's still not waking? How hard did they hit her?" he wondered aloud.

((anybody dead? xD))

( Well, we can't kill Aysel yet. x.x; )

Laurette smiled and blushed a little when he ruffled her hair. It felt nice, even if she wouldn't admit it. She turned around, and looked up at Damien. Her eyes were full of curiosity, and she tilted her head a little. "What exactly happened? I-I remember seeing Mason get ripped.. to shreds." When she said this, she looked a little sad. He was a nice guy. "But I couldn't make out who did it. Everything after that seems blurry to me, and I somehow ended up here with her."

(Yeah, I won't do anything to Aysel until she comes back. We're kind of waiting for now.)

He nodded at Kisha. "She killed him." he said simply, smiling a little. "I asked if I forgot to mention the other hunter, and she proceeded to eat." he said, chuckling. "Sadly we didn't see your reaction before they knocked you out and brought you back inside the house." he said, frowning.

"Oh." Laurette said, unsure of what else to say. When he finished his explanation, she only smiled sadly. "I had no time to have much of a reaction." She said, her memory fuzzy. She had felt somewhat hurt to watch him die like that, even if the man wasn't very close to her. "He saved my life. And ended up losing his own." She looked down, her face expressionless.

Damien shrugged. "Don't dwell on it. He knew the risks. He would have died anyways." he said, not really sugar-coating it. "Think of it this way. He died with the knowledge that he tried to help the other people. And, you'll get to see him around here as well." he said, smirking.

"I know." Laurette looked up and smiled, thankful for his honesty. She wasn't too sad about Mason's death, she just felt bad. But maybe now he can be with the girl he loved. She clasped her hands behind her back and smirked. "Today's been one hell of a day."

Damien nodded, giving out a small yawn. "Well, long night, you mean." he clarified. Ruffling her hair he remembered something, he smirked, flicking her forehead. "That's for helping the guy and blocking my darts." he said, having remembered that he never got back at her for that. "You only were supposed to watch Lau, not help out. He hurt my head." he said, pouting a little. He didn't really care about it anymore though. He was just messing around.

Looking back at Aysel, he looked at Laurette. "She kinda seems like you'd be her level in a few years, with enough practice." he said, leaning his head back against the air somehow. He turned upside down, grinning as he hand in the air, still in a sitting position. "Well, the fight will determine which one of you is better, no?" he asked cheerfully. He seemed in a rather playful mood right now. Maybe it was because the games were going to be ending soon. And that would mean rest, and down time, and new people to play with. Also, if Lau won, she would visit. Or so she said.

Laurette pouted and rubbed her forehead like a small child when he flicked her forehead. "Well you were being a big jerk at the time, so I had to find myself another cool guy to follow!" She joked, sticking her tongue out at him. Then she smiled, petting his head a little. "Awe, I'm sorry about your poor head." She sat on the ground with her legs crossed, a finger to her lips. "I can't really say. I mean.. I'm probably smaller and less experienced than she is, but I'm certainly not weak." She wondered what would happen if she won. The money wouldn't be important to her, since her family was already wealthy, but she thought about settling down somewhere rather than wandering the streets. She looked up at Damien. Maybe somewhere near, so she could visit.