Well this was new and rather unfortunate.
Ivy hadn't been expecting her mistress to die, it had been an extreme tragedy to the dark haired Nephilim. Her mistress had raised her from a toddling three year old, to the beautiful, accomplished midwife in training she was today. She hadn't exactly been kind to Ivy, but cruel was never a word she would have used when describing her mistress. It was more like the woman had been so busy delivering children that she was always in a bit of a rushed, frantic state.
She had been teaching Ivy a particularly complicated revival of a dying infant when the door bell had rung. Ivy rose to answer it but the mistress pushed the girl back into her seat, assuring her that she'd only be a minute.
A minute later a burley looking man had entered the room and grabbing Ivy by the hair and pulling her by her dead mistresses body, had brought her here.
Where ever here was, she wasn't sure exactly. It seemed to be somewhere in the woods as trees sprung from the ground all around her like tall intimidating guards.
She was one of a couple slaves they seemed to be prepping for something big. Once again Ivy was unsure what that something was, until she was forced to follow another girl to a wide set stage in the woods.
The stage seemed to be surrounded by masters and mistresses alike, looking very much like a city of ants surrounding their ant hill.
The girl on stage now was dressed similarly to Ivy in a dress that left very little to the imagination.
The girl with Ivy seemed to pale looking at the large stage and Ivy saw a few tears trickle down the girls face. She gently squeezed the older girls arm and smiled before being lead up to the stage herself.
Once on stage she froze, unsure what to do with herself but that didn't seem to matter as the announcer explained what she was and how old she was.
Ivy watched the battle of multi colored signs go up and down for awhile, curious as to who would win the war for her, but soon grew bored.
Someone would eventually come and collect her and then she'd start paying a little more attention.

~Ivy's dress~

Emmeline sat in the far back of the cabin, not really expecting that she would find anything of interest while she was here. She was off of work tonight, and despite it being a rather nice evening as far as weather was concerned, the vampire just wanted to relax. She was always in the club scene, so partying was definitely out of the question.

Even as a bartender, it was easy to get bored with such an energetic atmosphere if you were exposed to it so frequently.

She released a sigh, humble and quiet ever since the auction had started. She should have stayed at home and watched some television or something. Or maybe go hunt down some juicy meal in the backstreets of the city.

She had more faith in finding a nice deal, though, only to find out that she was wasting her time.

Until a pretty brunette in a sheer dress was brought up onto the stage by one of the workers of the auction. Curious. Usually, a lot of the slaves were completely exposed during an auction. Sometimes, they felt the want to cover up a slave or two, though what the factor was behind that never was made clear to Emmeline.

Still, she was a little intrigued. The girl was introduced as a Nephilim. Emmeline had never met anything like this creature. She was also a little uneducated when it came to this sort of thing, but that didn't mean she wasn't interested. In fact, she wanted to know everything that she could about any kind of supernatural there was.

A Nephilim was kind of like an angel, right? She didn't see any wings, though.

She rose her sign in silence, bidding each time the price was heightened by a different master or mistress. After what seemed like forever of bidding, she was announced the winner, and Emmeline released an inaudible sigh that she really didn't need to. Smiling, she rose to her feet, her black vinyl glistening slightly as she approached the stage to look up at the girl.

Once the slave was escorted to stand in front of her, Emmeline looked down at her. She really was only taller than her because of her heels. But boy, was she a pretty little thing up close.

"What's your name, angel?" she asked.

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Her attention caught when the auctioneer said "SOLD"
Her eyes scanned the crowd to find the lucky master or..Mistress, oh dear!
She knew it was a lady, but with the light catching on her slick black clothing she couldn't tell much else. It was a little bit daunting, being approached by the person who owned you body and soul from that moment on.
She wondered what this mistress would be like.
Cruel? Would she hit her? Beat her? Never feed her?
Kinky? Handcuff her to a bed and never let her out? Never let her wear clothing again?
Or if she was lucky enough to get someone who was fair? Kind?
She had heard some of the most remarkable stories. How did people stay sane after going through events like this?
Well all she could do was hope she wasn't one of the few who broke when played with.
As the mistress approached, Ivy struggled to stay still. She wanted to fix her hair or rearrange the way the totally see-through dress hung on her body. Instead she kept her hands clasped in front of her. She had to look up to see her face clearly, as the woman had some alarmingly tall high heels but she wasn't upset by what she saw.
Ivy was shocked by the color of the woman's hair, but surprisingly she really, really liked it. It suited the woman well.
She was admiring her new mistresses face when the woman asked her what her name was.
"My father was the angel Mistress, I'm only half. My name is Jacqueline Ivy Devereaux, but I prefer to be called Ivy, Mistress if you were going to address me by name." She watched the mistress for a moment, as if trying to judge how she would react to such a speech and inclined her head a bit to show a sort of submissiveness.
Although she sometimes babbled and said too much, she was a fairly good slave and wouldn't ever disagree to a direct order.
She did have her morals however, so if the order was to kill a small child....well, She wasn't about to do anything like that.


[OOC: Sorry if this is ten kinds of awful. Ivy is in the strangest mood at the moment.]

Emmeline had to admit, this part was always a bit fun to her, noticing any slave’s reaction to her buying them. When they examined her, they usually just saw a crazy, gothic girl with blue hair, but there was much more to the picture than that. Still, she could tell that this slave was a little surprised by her appearance, and that didn’t really bother the vampiress all that much.

She introduced herself, making a small explanation of herself and including that she preferred to be called Ivy. Emmeline did usually address her slaves by name, and she supposed that for now, there was no reason why she couldn’t respect her wish for the time being. After all, Ivy was a rather pretty name.

“Just as long as you call me Miss Emmeline,” she said. Imagining that the girl might have been a little confused by this, she gave her a slight smile. “Actually, let me correct that. Just don’t call me ‘ma’am’. I don’t mind being called ‘mistress’, but it can be a little cliché. I’m sure you could agree.”

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Wasn't this interesting! The mistress was lovely, that much was very clear to Ivy, but the things she was saying? Curiouser and curiouser and all the more fun for Ivy.
"Miss Emmeline." Ivy tried it out on her tongue and ended up smiling a bit. It was far better than mistress and oh God could she agree with not wanting to be called ma'am. What an awful phrase! Of course some people in Virginia considered it to be a sign of respect and thought it to be quite good. Ivy was not one of those people.
Plus, wasn't Emmeline such an interesting name? She had yet to hear it before in her lifetime and that was something that drew her to it.
The name fit the woman in a surprising way. For when she heard the name Emmeline she though classic, lovely, but it was one of those names that almost sounded sweet as well.
Seeing as the mistress had yet to hit her, and the woman's obvious youth and beauty the name fit her well.
"May I ask you a question Miss Emmeline?" Ivy looked at the woman with curious eyes, she was almost always an open book when it came to emotions, all you had to do was read her face.
"What drew you to bid on me?" Ivy had no idea if it was her breeding that drew this woman's attentions, perhaps her looks? She wasn't even sure how rare a half angel half human was, but she was truly curious as to why the mistress chose to raise her hand when Ivy was the one on the stage.

Emmeline’s eyebrow quirked when Ivy had proposed that she had a question. Nonetheless, she let her ask it, permitting her with a wordless nod of her head. When it came out, she couldn’t help but grin a little. She had expected that the slave might be a little curious as to why she was picked, and a part of the mistress wanted to keep her guessing.

“I’ve never met anyone of your kind before,” she said, “let alone had one as a slave.” Emmeline eyed her for a moment, almost as though she was trying to determine more about her. Her curiosity almost made the slave… cute, in a sense. “Aside with that, you are also a very lovely girl,” she added, reaching out to stroke the angel’s cheek. “Maybe it’s bold of me to say, but I think I would very much enjoy your company in my home.”

She then tilted her head a bit, licking her lips. “I’m also a little curious about how your blood might taste…” she murmured. Maybe this would frighten the slave, but to a degree, Emmeline was testing her. Would she run away? Would she stand her ground? Would she accept her master’s own curiosity in return?

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The nod had her half smiling, she wondered if she would have dared to ask the question if the mistress had not given her the go ahead. Would this mistress be one to get angry, see red and go after her slaves? Well she was curious after that as well but wasn't ridiculously dim witted enough to try that question out.
She wasn't surprised by the mistresses grin, she'd be grinning too if she had the upper hand, of course being what she was, she'd never have the upper hand and that suited Ivy fairly well so far. She didn't mind being submissive, as long as she could still be a little saucy. Dolls were boring, surely someone with a personality was more fun to play with?
Ivy nodded, so it was partially about the fact that she was half angel. She didn't think it was a huge deal, but being able to heal others and herself did have it's perks. Unless she got herself some sick person who would hurt her for fun because she could survive it. She couldn't be sure but she doubted that this mistress was that kind of person.
Ivy smiled with a hint of good natured wickedness behind it and shrugged.
"Thank you Miss Emmeline." She responded to the comment about being lovely.
She tilted her head to the side and her smile grew just a little.
"Boldness is in fact a mistresses right, is it not Miss Emmeline?" She asked softly, "However I do hope so."
She was taken aback by the comment about her blood but only for a second. She lifted her arm a little and ran her finger's along the blue veins under her pale skin.
"To be perfectly honest, I'd have no idea Miss Emmeline." She replied and lifted her head to smile slightly at the mistress.
She wondered vaguely if she were being too impertinent, but figured she'd find out soon enough how far this mistress might allow her to go with her feisty little innocently playful attitude.

Maybe it was safe to say that Emmeline was doing a little bit of ass-kissing. She wanted to win over the girl with her charm, but at the same time, it still had to seem realistic. However, it wasn’t as if Ivy didn’t entirely deserve a little compliment here and there. She was polite and humble, and she seemed to know her place in stand with her mistress. Really, that was all Emmeline could ask for.

Then, Ivy held out her arm when the mentioning of her blood seemed to briefly take her by surprise. Was she flaunting her veins on purpose, or was she even aware of the fact that she was kind of teasing her? Emmeline found herself staring for a moment at the blue abstract that lined the ivory skin. Then, without warning, she grabbed Ivy’s wrist, pulling the girl a bit closer to her. She wondered, did she taste as good as she smelled? She wanted a taste test, but right now, there wasn’t a whole lot she could do just yet. Emmeline didn’t like to feed in front of people.

Instead, she ran the tip of her tongue slowly along the flesh, tracing one of the branches of veins up to the bend of her arm. She could almost taste the nectar beneath the layers. Smiling, Emmeline released her arm, looking up at her with a somewhat predatory look. “Let’s go on home,” she decided, turning her body just slightly toward the exit door.

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Ivy's inquisitive eyes watched as Emmeline viewed her veins. She grinned to herself and ran her finger's along the little trails, very much to tease the other woman. She was a bit surprised when the mistress pulled her closer and began to lick along her arm. She struggled to stay focused with a slight twinge of fear and excitement filled her.
She was confused, part of her was screaming that this was wrong. That she wasn't a blood bank and that she shouldn't have to give her blood to the mistress. However she knew that this was wring. The mistress owned every ounce of blood running through her pretty body and she was entitled to take all of it if she so wished. She wondered vaguely if the mistress would just bring her home and drain her dry but doubted it. That would be a waste of money wouldn't it? Plus she did seem to be a little..attracted? to her but she couldn't be quite sure.
When the mistress said they were going home and that look came over her face, for a moment Ivy felt like prey, but then she realized this and smiled putting on a bravado she didn't feel as the mistress pulled at her arm.
Ivy followed, clearly she wasn't about to make a struggle or a scene which might result in something she wouldn't like and she wasn't about to risk that.

Unsure exactly of what had just happened, Emmeline tugged her slave along and out of the cabin. It was dark out, and so it was nice to walk out into the cooler air, where a light breeze hit her face and lifted her colored hair from her shoulders.

Having chosen to take out her motorbike today, Emmeline approached the two-seater Harley Davidson that was by the front of the cabin, its bright, blue armor shining in the moonlight. Obviously, the mistress had a thing for the color.

She unsnapped one of the helmets and handed it to her slave. "Have you ever been on one before?" she asked her, then put on her own helmet. Sure, she might have been a vampire, but she was fully aware that she was not better than the law.

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