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[size12 Once again, he could sense her. The pick up in her heartbeat and the sound of her footsteps rushing down the halls, she was lost. He found a smirk painting its way upon his lips, how musing this woman was going to be. It was fun to toy with his associates but they knew him much more than she did. It was best to get her blood flowing anyway, it'd provide for much better feeding. 

Damien couldn't say he was surprised at her sloppy and nearly late entrance. He flicked his wrist, taking a gander at his watch. [b "Mm, and with a minute and thirty seconds to spare. How fitting of you,"] He hissed, adjusting himself in his chair. His elbow rested on one arm of it as he rubbed his thumb and index finger together. Her nerves were so easy to pick up on, he'd never met anyone that made it so easy for him. [b "I see Kenzi has given you your proper clothing. Your shoes will be next to go,"] His eyes drank her in, she looked much better in black. She matched the aesthetic his manor gave off. Too much color and everything was thrown off. Still, he'd need to give thanks to Kenzi for giving her tasteful options.

Kenzi was one of the only humans that were allowed to step foot into his manor. He'd known her family for a very, very long time. She was still jumpy and timid around him but, he'd never harm her. He continued finding it amusing how scared she was of him, despite the rare tender moments they'd shared. It was odd for him to even say this but, if he had to think of one person besides his closest brethren he trusted, it'd be her.

[b "Sit,"] He motioned to the chair her hands were grasping onto. [b "Please, help yourself. It's best to keep yourself plump and full of proper nutrients. It'll make for better feeding. I don't want to drink something so stale and lifeless."] 

Her food was placed near her. He wasn't one to eat what the living ate. He remembered when he used to enjoy it, that's for sure. The juicy meat from a chicken, the smooth texture and buttery taste of the mashed potatoes complimented so pleasantly with the brown gravy pour into the center, dripping off the edges. The thought made his mouth water and he almost wanted to help himself...unfortunately, he reminded himself of the disappointment he would have to endure. Food didn't taste the same after your soul was taken from you. It was dull and bland. The only thing that held any sort of taste was the red liquid he'd soon be extracting from the skittish ginger in front of him. 

He'd nearly forgotten of her presence when his wait staff came busting through the double doors form the kitchen. They poured some of his best fine wine into her glass and his own [i special] blend into his glass. "Everything alright, sir?"

He took his glass into his hand, looking towards her. [b "Don't ask me, ask ma'dam."] His waiter, who he still hadn't learned his name, looked towards her for the answer. Once he'd received whether she was satisfied or not, he made his exit rather quickly. Even for him to share the same soulless life as others, they were still just as terrified. 

[b "Now, Ms. Kiner, tell me about yourself. You have yet to mumble out your name to me. Perhaps I need to pay your ol' dad a visit. Find out what I need to know about you."] He tickled the idea, thinking of how she'd react and just how her own father would react. He was already wondering if he'd stop by himself, considering Brian was to inform Neil of his daughter's sacrifice. Oh, how he was waiting on so many things to see how they'd play out. His life was sure getting much more interesting. All thanks to this girl.

[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/xY9STOw.jpg]] [center [size12 [font "times new roman" Marzena stared down at her empty hand that he decided to just ignore. Rude. She opened her mouth to tell him her name but quickly realized there was no reason so she shut it again. He didn't seem to really care what her name was and why should he? She was now nothing more than a maid in his home and a source to fill his belly. She dropped her hands to her side, saying nothing as she turned to follow the other man to her new bedroom.]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" A majority of the walk was in silence, which was fine for Marz. She didnt really know what to say to the wolf and she was able to take the time to look at the art work though still keeping an eye of the supernatural being. Her guard had only dropped alittle now that the boss man had decided to take her on. They had an agreement so no one would be earing her, right? Maybe she should keep her guard up just alittle bit more. "Here," the wolf stopped abruptly in front of a door and Marzena quickly had to stop herself before she slammed into him.]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" [#dd314f "Thank you. I'm Marzena, by the way."] She felt like at least one of the people in this mansion should know her name since the boos man didn't seem that interested. "Viktor," he muttered before turning on his heels and walking away. Geez, the guy's a real chatter box. Sighing, she turned the doorknob and pushed open the door. At first glance, the room decor was much like the rest of the home, dark. The furniture was a dark wood, practically black.]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" The lighting in the room was soft but still brighter than when she was in what's-his-name's office. She took the few moments she was sure she had to herself to call the rehab and get everything moving into motion. It wasn't a long conversation and she still had a moment to text her dad's friend that offered to take him to the rehab,. As soon as the text was sent, she shut her phone off and placed it on the dresser near her. Her dad was about to be alone for the first time since her mom left. She never left him alone and when she did, it wasn't for long. But now, he was officially alone. She was officially alone.]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" Everything started hitting her like a tidal wave, she gave up her life. She was now a walking fridge for a vampire, not that she's experienced yet. All the fear she had been feeling was hitting her a hundred fold and she suddenly felt exhausted. She slowly made her way to the bed and slide into it. Oh wow, these sheets were amazing! She was in the midst of rolling in it when she heard someone knock on the door.]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" Her hand instantly went to her throat. She wasn't ready! [#dd314f "Come in,"] her voice squeaked as she slowly sat up. She needed to be ready, this was her life. Oh thank god, a small woman slipped into the room, her arms filled with clothing. [#dd314f "Oh, hi there."] She hopped off the bed, so happy to see another woman, a human so it seemed. "Hello, I'm Kenzi. Mr. Bancroft asked that I bring you some clothes for dinner tonight. We are only allowed these colors in this house."]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" Kenzi set the clothes on the bed and gave Marz a soft smile, "Dinner is in an hour. I would like to stay so we can get to know one another but I still have much to do. Let's meet up some time later, okay?" And like that, she was gone. Marzena, pouted, she wanted to make a friend in here. Atleast she was able to learn her new boss's last name, now she just needed to figure out the first one.]]]

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[center [size12 [font "times new roman" It took Marzena forty minutes, forty minutes! Just to decide on what to wear and not because there was so amazing choices. She absolutely hated every single option. She wanted her colors, her pastels, her favorite look. The man took her life away and now he was taking her signature looks! She wanted to wear her peach sweater not the grey bodycon dress that she decided to wear to the dinner. Kenzi didn't bring her any shoes so she still had her beige flats on.]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" She slowly walked down the halls, picking at her outfit as she went. She was honestly completely lost and had no idea where she was suppose to be going. She didn't know where anything was aside for the office, her room, and the front door. But, she could smell some pretty amazing food and just let her nose do the leading, which took about ten minutes.]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" She was starting to panic because she was starting to run out of time and still hadn't come around any dining room or even a kitchen. She started rushing around the hallways like a chicken with her head cut off. It wasn't until two minutes left when she finally came, almost crashing, into the dining hall, out of breath. Panting, she gripped onto one of the chairs that she almost crashed into in her hurry to get in. [#dd314f "I am so sorry! I couldn't find the dining hall nor anyone to point me in the direction."]]]

[size12 The silence would have killed anyone but not him. His whole life was silent and waiting for her answer was nothing different. If she thought to keep her mouth shut was going to buy her another way out, she was extremely wrong. It just gave him time to examine her. She was beautiful but that was to be expected from someone that was truly living. His eyes skimmed from her gingered hair to her bright blue eyes to her insanely exposed neck. Lucky for her, he learned long ago to control his impulses. Otherwise, she would already be skin and bones.

She stood with what seemed to be a newfound confidence. He would have to break that soon enough. She extended her hand and he couldn't help but stifle out a laugh. He rose to his feet, towering above her. He completely ignored her hands as he snapped his fingers. The door to his private office opened and Viktor, the man who she'd met at the front door, stepped into the room. [b "Take Miss..."] He paused for a moment, realizing he hadn't even known her name. He shrugged it off, it was unimportant considering her new status. [b "Take her to her maids quarters. Inform her of her new duties. Make sure she stays there until I call for her. I don't need someone like her to be running around."]

Viktor nodded, "Of course, sir." He waited for both of them to get out of his sights before he took a seat behind his desk. He slipped out his phone and dialed up the number of Brian. "Sir, hello. I'm awaiting your orders."

[b "Change of plans. A blood relative has come to repay his debt. A deal has been made. Still, pay a visit to Mr. Neil Kiner. Inform him that his daughter has traded her life for his pitiful mistakes."]

"Of course, sir."

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It'd been a few hours since he'd last made the deal with the ginger. He was getting sick of calling her that. He knew he could call up a few people and find out easily everything he needed. Instead, he wanted to hear it from her lips. [b "Kenzi,"] He called out to one of the maids in his private quarters. She was dusting off some of his most prized knick knacks when she turned around. She clutched the duster closely to her chest, fear seeping into her hazel eyes.

"S-Sir," She stammered, avoiding eye contact.

[b "The girl, tell her dinner is in an hour and she is to attend. Make sure she is well dressed and not in those...clothes. You, of all people, know that bright colors are not allowed in this house. Whites, blacks, greys. You know the drill."] He explained and she nodded. She grabbed a few other things she used to clean the room and scurried out of the room. He couldn't help but feel his ego fill just a bit more.

It was about ten minutes before she was to join him. He'd dismissed everyone else from this dinner and it was to be just him and her. He needed to find out more details, see what made her tick. Her first real day as a maid would start tomorrow. He'd put Kenzi on that task.

The chefs would be coming out soon with their plate of Chicken, mashed potatoes, and other assorted food for her to eat. Whether she would partake or not, was up to her. Frankly, he didn't care. He was using this moment to find out what he needed. He remained sitting in the head chair of the table. His white button-up tucked into his black pants. His fingers ran themselves through his well-groomed beard as he awaited her arrival.

[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/xY9STOw.jpg]] [center [size12 [font "times new roman" Marzena waited patiently for the man to decide her fate. Feed her to the wolves? Feed her to the vamps? Feed her to himself? She honestly felt it to be the latter as he licked his lips while he stared at her. Yup, she officially wanted this to all be a bad dream and she would wake up in her bed, safe and sound. But she knew all too well that this was real life and she was in her own personal nightmare.]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" She perked up at the mention of an offer. This is why she was here. This is exactly what she came to do. Work out a deal and it actually looked like it was going to happen. She would be able to get her dad some help and pay off his massive debt at the same time. But at the smirk on his face and his next words, her hope shrunken away and her heart fell into the pit of her stomach. Her entire being? What did that even mean? It sounded like something she wasn't going to like.]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" Her heart broke and pounded with every word he said. No friends? That she could handle, didn't have many to begin with. Atleast none that would be banging down the door here to save her. She was as single as they came so definitely no worries in that department. It was the family part that hit the hardest. She only had her dad and she would have to give him up? She knew she wasn't going to see him as it is as she planned to place him into rehab anyways. But did that mean she couldn't call him and check up on him while she stayed here to pay the debt off?]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" She began to chew on her bottom lip as the proposition went from maid and sky rocketed to blood bank. So that meant, he was going to feed off of her. She fought against the urge to hide her neck, now realizing just how exposed it was. Why didn't she go with the turtleneck instead of her peach off shoulder sweater? The top literally screamed for him to take a bite out of her.]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" She pressed herself further into the chair as he leaned forward. She fought with herself internally as he gave her an out. This would probably be the only time he made this offer to her. But than her dad popped in her head. His smiling face as he attempted to made her dinner, which he always burned. Them sitting a the table with a pizza after he burnt dinner and him making some corny jokes about it. There was no reason to ponder it any more, she already knew her answer the moment she got here.]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" She pushed herself out of the chair so that she now stood in front of him. She extend her hand time with a soft smile, [#dd314f "He's always worth it, sir. I'll do it."]]]]

[size12 Damien licked his lips as he watched the woman's pulse in her neck. The thoughts he had were brutal, that was for sure. He was positive she could sense how badly he just wanted to drink her alive. He hung onto every word she said, surprised someone would go to such great lengths for their father. Something that Damien could never relate to.

Sure, his father brought him into this world and raised him to be the man he was today. He also gave him a life he never wanted. He absolutely loved his line of work. He basked in riches and demanded so many people. They were terrified of him the moment he walked into the room. He only wished it was for his title and not what he was. Doing the same thing for years and years on end was getting boring and tiring. He needed something different and it just so happened, this girl might be that something.

He had an idea, one he wouldn't usually think of or even consider. Yet, here it was, popping into his head. She could be useful. She was terrified which meant she would be easily controlled, or so he assumes. She was the one that said she'd do [i whatever] he deemed fit to pay of her dear fathers debt.

[b "Hm,"] He tapped his fingers against his glass, looking the woman straight in the eyes. Even in the darkroom, her vibrant blue eyes stood out. So full of life, so full of hope. [b "I have an offer to make you. It's simple really."] He couldn't help but allow a smirk to trickle upon his lips. [b "I want your life, your soul...your entire being, really."]

He took a moment to allow it to sink in. He kept the smirk on his face and allowed his dark brown, practically black, eyes to burn into her ocean ones. He wanted her to take him seriously, not that there was an ounce of him that showed otherwise.

[b "You will give up everything in your life. Family, friends, acquaintances. You will move into my manor today. You will become my maid and..."] He tried to think of the right word. Drink? Blood bag? Donor? [b "Personal blood bank. You will attend me when I travel so I will have my supply at all times."] He finished drinking his [i beverage] and sat the glass down on the table.

It wasn't that he didn't have a well-developed supply chain of blood because he did. He just didn't have his own personal human to drink from. It was mostly pre-slaughtered and drained. He never got the luxury to really drink from anyone. That, and no one has tickled his taste buds or made him salivate like she did.

He leaned forward in his chair, hand brushing his beard down. [b "So, Madam, is daddy worth giving your entire life up over? Or, are you wanting to walk right out that door and pretend this little meeting never happened?"]

[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/xY9STOw.jpg]] [center [size12 [font "times new roman" Marzena's heart was practically ready to jump out of her chest as she continued to stare at the large wolf in front of her. Vampires and werewolves have been known for quite a while though she had never personally ran into one or even spoken to one. So it baffled her on how her dad got involved with an entire mob full of them! She could wring her his neck right now.]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" A chill ran down her spine as another man appeared and spoke of the devil. He had an intense aura of power around him and she didn't even need him to verbally confirm that he was the boss, everything about him screamed it. She kept quiet at the mention of her dad paying his debts and she whole heartedly agreed but he also proved that he couldn't be trusted to do so. While he tried to pay off this debt he would most likely owe someone else in the time being. Mar just couldn't let this cycle continue, she needed to fix all of this before her dad ends up dead because he owes the wrong person too much money.]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" With that being said, she's pretty sure she's following said wrong person even further into his home, away from any chance to run. She knew as soon as she entered the home, there was an unlikely chance of her leaving. She followed behind him, being sure to keep a good amount of distance between them as they went. As much as it pained her, she didn't allow herself to truly look at the art that decorated the halls for she was too focused on his movements. Being a vampire, he was much faster than her and she wouldn't probably stand a chance if he did decided to attack her, but it brought her some comfort that she may be able to see it coming in time to react.]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" Her eyes automatically squinted as she entered the office behind him, did all vampires have their home so dark? Was the whole bright lights thing an actual nuisance to them or did he have the lights dim for the whole ambiance? She took a seat, her body too tense to actually enjoy how plush the cushioning was. She watched him carefully as he poured himself a drink. Blood? It had to be, the thought sent another shiver through her body and she could feel her face turn pale. She hated blood, always have. When she was a kid and would fall, she would cry more about the blood than the actual pain.]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" She didn't budge to grab the paper as he slide it in her direction, nor did she bother to take her eyes off him. She didn't care to know how much the debt was, she could already tell it was a great deal from how her dad reacted and how this man was reacting. If she found out how much the debt was than she would be even more disappointed in her father and her heart honestly couldn't take anymore of that. Her heart began to pound even harder in her chest as he spoke of feeding her to his men. Her brain screamed at her to run before he followed through with his threats, lie and say she made a mistake and just get out of there with every limb intact.]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" No, she was doing this for her dad. She already made plans to have him readmitted if this man agreed to let her take on his debt. She took out all of her money from her savings to pay for him to be in rehab until this debt was paid. They were just waiting on a call from her to go ahead with the transaction.]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" She looked away from him to stare at the floor, taking in a deep breath, she re-centered herself before bringing her eyes back up to lock onto his. [#dd314f "Sir, I'll be honest with you, I'm very aware that I'm pretty much a lamb that willingly walked into the slaughter. I was aware of that fact as soon as I knocked on your door. But that man is my father and I'll do anything for him."]]]]

[center [size12 [font "times new roman" She straightened herself up even more, trying to atleast look like she wasn't terrified out of her mind, though she was sure he could hear her heart. [#dd314f "I don't have alot of money and I don't own anything that may come even close to paying the debt. Really the only thing I have to offer is myself. I'll work off his debt in whatever way you deem fit."] As the words left her mouth, she realized how ridiculous this was, there was no way he would agree. He would probably find her being fed to his men a way better offer than the one she made.]]]

[font "serif" Brian, one of his right hand men, tossed a stack of papers onto his cherrywood desk. Damien's elbows were rested on the leather chair with his hands clasped together, a cigarette resting between his fingers. His eyes flicked from the papers up to Brian. [b "What is this?"] He questioned, leaning forward and scooping up the papers.

"Unpaid debt that needs to be settled." Were his words as his hands went behind his back. "There is one specifically we really need to take care of, Bancroft."

Before he said the name, he knew exactly who it was. [b "Mr. Neil Kiner."] He knew the amount he owed was a great sum but was unaware of how enormous it truly was. He had more important tasks he needed to take care of than to babysit greedy gamblers. Brian nodded in response, leaning over the desk and pointing to the sum of the money owed. Damien whistled, finding a cunning grin spread across his face. [b "I suppose we should get ready to pay him a visit."]

"Of course, sir." He quickly left the room, getting things ready for their [i visit] to Mr. Kiner.

It was a few short hours after their discussion that he heard the knock from the second floor of his manor. He finished sliding on his tailored suit jacket and stepped out of his private quarters. He could smell her from the second floor; pungent and sweet. He made his way down the steps of the vast staircase, eyeing the front door to his manor. There stood his best guard, Viktor. He could hear the tremble in her voice and that was enough to satisfy him.

He came up behind Viktor and placed his hand on his shoulder. He took a step back, pivoting out of the way to reveal the gingered girl. [b “Speak of the devil,”] His lips curved into a smirk. [b “Mm, if anyone should be working to pay it back, it is himself.”] He eyed her up and down, taking in her appearance. She didn’t seem like much. He could tell she was human, not by the smell of her blood but the sound of her heart beating.

She resembled Mr. Kiner. Perhaps she was a blood relative? [b “Come,”] He ushered for her to follow after him as he ascended up the staircase. He navigated through the halls of ancient art and private rooms. He entered into his office where it was dimly lit and motioned for her to take a seat in one of the plush chairs. [b “Sit.”]

There was a small table by the door where it had a decanter with a maroon colored liquid held within. He popped off the cork and turned over one of the short glasses. [b “I must be brash, you must be very dense to believe you can waltz in here and want to take a mans debt.”] He said as he poured it in the glass, replacing the cork onto the decanter and walking back over to the girl. He sat across from her as he brought the glass to his lips, savoring the flavor. [b “Especially the debt that this man owes. Are you aware of the sum?”]

He leaned over and grabbed the paper that was on his desk. He slid it across the coffee table in front of them. [b “I’m not sure what you think you could possibly offer me in exchange for settling this debt. Your bargain must be hefty if you wish to even make me consider it. As of now, I’d rather feed you to my fellow brethren. It’s been several weeks since they’ve drank and the wolves,”] He clicked his tongue and placed his glass back into his hand. [b “they haven’t had a decent meal lately. You’d be plenty.”]

His eyes flashed up at her, watching, waiting for her reaction. It was not every day that someone came knocking at his door to settle someone else’s dues. It was rather odd as most would have been too terrified to come and even try. He felt there was something different with her. She didn’t seem to be the usually brainless being that shared this planet with him. This was the first meeting and depending on her next select words, she very well could be just as brainless.

[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/xY9STOw.jpg]] [center [size12 Marzena leant against counter as she watched the customers in the book store slowly make their ways down aisles. An elderly woman paced anxiously around the cooking aisle, her eyes glancing back at the aisle of erotica aisle. She chuckled as she shook her head, Dorothy comes in every day and though she obviously wants to get her Fifty Shades of Grey on, she always ends up leaving with a cook book. Too embarrassed to walk down that aisle she so badly wants to go down.]]

[center [size12 How many years has she watched Dorothy do this? Going on five? Marzena dropped out of school to work here full time here when she learned of her dad's gambling problem. She had actually known about the issue for a year before dropping out, her dad kept saying he would get it under control. Well, he didn't, hence her being a full time worker and a zero time student.]]

[center [size12 It gave her time to start paying off his debts and helping him clean up his act. She got him into a program three years ago and a sponsor when he got out. It's been three years and not a bet in sight. She had actually paid off quite a bit of his debt. At this point she could have probably went back to school, but she hadn't tried to do so. Maybe it was the fear of going back to her life. Or fear that her dad might go back to gambling. He's doing so well.]]

[center [size12 Marzena quickly finished up her shift so that she could get home. Today is three years and she made plans to celebrate with her dad. She ordered a cake at the bakery down the street and rushed over to get it after switching with the sixteen year old part timer that continued to recommend Twilight to [u every] customer.]]

[center [size12 The walk to the apartment didn't take very long, maybe ten minutes. Maybe just a little bit more. But the walk wasn't long enough because when she got home, she wish the walk had taken so much longer. Because the scene that met her when she opened the front door threw out three years of bliss. The entire apartment was in disarray. Their furniture was flipped over, papers and books were thrown all over the floor, and her dad stood in the middle of it all.]]

[center [size12 [#dd314f "Dad?"] The older man quickly turned to face his daughter. "Maz," he muttered. Fidgeting with his fingers as he looked around the room. He looked like a child that knew they were in trouble. He shrunk at her gaze and it made her even more mad. She was not about to let him pull his Mister Innocent routine. [#dd314f "Dad,"] she said even more sternly as she placed the cake onto the kitchen counter. She walked over a lamp to move closer to him. [#dd314f "What happened?"]]]

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[center [size12 So apparently, her dad hasn't been as clean as she thought he was. After he got out of rehab, he continued with his gambling ways, just way sneakier. And apparently he owed not only a mob boss, but a [b vampire] mob boss! Marzena was pacing outside said mobster's manor as she tried to build up the courage to walk up to the door and knock.]]

[center [size12 What was she doing? Why was she putting herself into this position? Maybe she could take a loan out? Pay this man back in full and just work on paying the loan back. That sounded so much better than owing a vampire. Too bad her dad got himself in a very huge hole that not even twenty loans would get him out of.]]

[center [size12 [#dd314f "Okay, Maz, you can do this. You have to, for your dad."] She took in a deep breath and stormed up to the door. Lifting her hand, she knocked onto the door. She only waited a mere second before she lifted her hand to knock again. Before her knuckles grazed the wood of the door, it flew open and she was met with a pair of golden eyes. Werewolf. She was met with a werewolf, "What?" The gruff man barked at her. She immediately wanted to turn and run for the hills, tail tucked between her legs. Too much? [#dd314f "I-I'm here to see your boss?"] She could groan at how her voice trembled.]]

[center [size12 She straightened her back, finding her courage, though fleeting. [#dd314f "I'm here about Neil Kiner's debt. I'm here to work out a way to pay it back."]]]