She sighed and took a seat as well, "Why am I in this village, or in your castle? If it is the former, I am here because I am compelled to help the people here in the best way that I can. If it is the latter," Tirana paused and drew her eyebrows together, "I really don't know. Curiosity, I suppose. I do not often converse with the demons that I have encountered."

The Angel took a deep breath as she leaned back and crossed her legs, not realizing how much of her thighs were showing when she did so, "I suppose I would have to ask what makes you so different from the others? How can you consume those that are so loyal to you?"

He frowned.
"I have no option in that I am afraid. If I do not keep myself fed I will die. I will only eat those who are willing and my servants have gotten into a certain routine. They are fine with me doing this as long as they get pleasure out of it first and pleasure is something I can do well."

He stared at her thigh as his mind drifted slightly into its own mental images. He shook his head and looked back up at her.
"Do you need anything? Clothes?"

She looked down at her thigh and immediately tried to cover it, "I...I suppose if I am to be here for any amount of time I may need more then one gown to wear." What was she saying? Her mind screamed at her that she should get out, but something held her there. She looked up at him and then got up suddenly, going to get a robe that she could at least drape over her legs while he was present, to prevent any other embarrassing moments, "So, you are intimate with your servants when they sacrifice themselves to you?" She frowned remembering the glimpse and she tried to banish it from her mind. That was not something she was likely to get out of life.

He laughed and snapped his fingers.
Aaron walked in with a bow.
"Yes sir?"

"Get some gowns and bring them here. Also nightdresses and shoes and hats. All those things girls like to wear."
Victor ordered.

Aaron took off out of the room.

Victor chuckled at her.
"Well yes. Its a routine. We are all satisfied that way. Of course when I am married I do not do such a thing."

She murmured a thank you to Aaron as he was leaving and looked back to Victor. "You mentioned earlier that he had been suggesting an immortal wife...does that mean that you are actively looking for another?" Tirana could not help but let her gaze pass to the portraits that hung on the wall of all of his past wives. Many of them, she noted, looked much as she does. Pale skinned, blue eyes, blond haired. Her attention turned back to him, but she did not say anything about the similarities she had noticed. Perhaps it was just coincidence.

He smiled at her.
"Not actively looking but interested if a girl that has potential comes by. Why do you ask Dear one?"
He focused his eyes on her body. She was very nice in many areas. She was quite gorgeous. He would give her that. He liked blond hair and her skin was so pale and white. Pure.

She looked away from him. Why had she asked? She was conflicted and the longer she spent time with him the more conflicted she became. Tirana had heard the scream, but she also could hear hos sincere he was. "I-I don't know." The angel thought it best to be honest with him. Against she shifted under his gaze.

Aaron came back knocking on the door and then walking in with a lot of clothes. He set them on teh bed with a grin.
"Help yourself miss."
He left the room.
Victor stood up.
"I will let you rest. You are welcome here as long as you wish."
He kissed her hand gently and then left the room.

She watched him, wishing him a good night, before she stood and moved to the bed. She looked through the clothing until she found a night gown that was white, and thick enough not to be seen through. Tirana apparently preferred that color to any other. The other clothing she picked up and put away in the standing closet and dresser. Once she changed she lay down and tried to sleep, though so many thoughts raced through her mind that it took a long time before she was finally able to.

Victor smiled as he lay in his bed. He thought about Tirana. She was pretty and just his type. He needed a good girl who was sweet and kind. A new type of girl. One who was immortal and could be his forever. With these thoughts he fell asleep.

She awoke the next morning to Andrea pulling the curtains open and serving her breakfast in bed with a smile. The girl was fairly quiet for a time, assuring her just to eat her mean while a bath was drawn for her. Tirana was not used to this sort of treatment, but she was more then a little hungry. It had been a late night, and she could not remember the last time she ate. So she enjoyed her breakfast, and when she was done with that, she made her way to the bathroom and enjoyed the feel of the warm water on muscles she had not realized were so tense. By the time she emerged her hair was combed and she was dressed in one of the lovely dresses Victor had been gracious enough to let her use. It was primarily white, but trimmed in a pale blue that brought out the color of her eyes. Andrea had decorated her hair with pale blue pearls that matched, though she had said it was not necessary.

Andrea chuckled some.
"O but it is. Trust me."
She giggled when she heard a knock on the door. She opened it and Victor walked in with a grin.
"Hello my lady."
He kissed her hand getting on one knee and keeping hold on it while looking at her.
"You are a vision of lovelyness."

The Angel could not help but smile to Andrea before there was a knock at the door and Victor entered. She watched him as he kissed her hand and knelt before her. Tirana could not help but blush again. He was, if nothing else, a very charming man. "Good morning, Victor. Thank you." She could not help but to look into his eyes, "Much of this was thanks to Andrea, though."

"She knows I enjoy seeing a woman dressed nicely. She has been with me long enough."
He stood up still holding her hand. His skin seemed youthful and he himself seemed many years younger. If he ate he looked younger after sleeping. In a few weeks he would start to look older again.
"Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"
He smiled at her.

Andrea was all smiles behind them. She knew what he had planned.

She looked at his hand and then raised her gaze to his eyes before nodding, "Yes, yes I think that I would." She stood from the chair with him, assuming that Andrea was finished with her hair, and fussing over how she looked. Tirana could feel the heavy beat of her heart, hear it in her ears, as she watched him. What was he doing to her?

He smiled and kissed her hand before letting it drop.
"I am pleased. If you desire anything Andrea will be here. I have other matters to attend to. You may explore if you wish."
He left the room with a bow and ran off down the hall. Aaron followed him.

Andrea grinned and clapped her hands.
"You are so lucky."

She blinked as he left the room hurriedly before she turned at the sudden sound of Andrea clapping her hands. The look of confusion on her face was obvious, "What do you mean? How am I lucky?" Even as she asked the questions she glanced back the way Victor had gone.

Andrea grinned her face alight.
"He likes you. If all goes well he will choose you as his new bride. Is that not wonderful? Everyone is in love with Victor and you actually get him. I wish I was you."
Her voice was breathy and her expression all stupified.

Tirana looked as though the breath had been knocked out of her in the shock that Andreas words brought to her. Could the man...demon really be considering taking her as a bride? She wasn't sure she was against the idea, but it was like a slap to the face. She was not sure how to take it.

Andrea frowned at her and wrapped her arms around her in a hug.
"No need to feel shocked. He will not harm you. He never hurts anyone. He really likes you though I can tell."

The Angel returned the hug after a moment and nodded, "It's just surprising that you believe he would want to take me as a wife so shortly after our first meeting." She was curious though. She could not help but wonder what it might be like to be the wife of a demon.

Andrea chuckled a bit.
"Trust me I know Victor and he likes you. YOu are going to love tonight. I have seen it before. You see I am a vampire also and with his last wife it was the same. He treated her to a romantic time and she was just taken by him."

She smiled some, "D-do you really think so?" There were many reasons that she was so nervous about this. She did have some sort of feelings kindling for the demon, and that terrified her. She did not know what the consequences of this would be. Tirana could not help herself though.

Andrea smiled at her.
"WHat kind of hobbys do you enjoy? I can guarantee there is a room in the house for everyone. Would you like to see anything?"

She thought for a moment before she responded to the girl, "I have always enjoyed playing the piano." The Angel thought back to the times she had the opportunity to do so. Tirana smiled at the girl, perhaps Victor would enjoy...what was she thinking? Why was she trying to impress the demon.