Marcel was just turning the handle on the door, and had not expected her to speak such willful words. He let his fingers brush the handle and fall off its edge one by one as he turned to face her. His long hair fell in front of his face a little, and he felt his eyes light up with curiosity. "You have, what american's now a days would call "balls" for ignoring my words" he murmured, lingering on the last syllable as he walked back up toward her. As he did so, he brushed the hair from his face and bit his lip softly as he tried to think of what he should do.

He smiled despite himself, and crossed his arms as though unsure of what to do. "The girls down in the lobby were supposed to be taken home, but it seems you were smart enough to realize that there was that slight chance they were not- which, I might add... is correct. In fact, they never left the island, and you will most likely never see most of them again. Not unless one of the court took a liking to one of them as I have you and the little Sarah you were with. All of those other girls were just so... stupid- I guess is what I could say. None of them could see past the fact that they would work in such an environment... they were all a little too... innocent and perfect I suppose."

The Lord Marcel lowered his arms, his straight posture too perfect for a normal person. His eyes too eerie looking, and too cold to everything. It was like he had seen it all, and did not bother with making that knowledge known. He just did not care about anything that was not in front of him. "Anne, she's just the opposite... and though she is awfully pretty. Over the Decades- no. Over the Century's I have grown out of that desire. Physical and perfect beauty is nothing to be proud of, because like everything it just fades and crumbles with time. She is an ugly person where it counts, and nothing will change that. She is but a snack in my mind, not something to savor and lust after."

He laughed slightly at his own words. "Lovely Missie-" he started, touching her right cheek gently with his pale hand. "Would you like proof, to my previous inquiry? because sooner or later you will confront the facts, and you will be chilled to the bone by the monster that stands before you" he said, voice falling to a low and cruel whisper. "You have started something you cannot stop just by asking a simple question, now Choose. You, or Anne?" he asked, mouth forming a cruel grin that featured sharp looking Canines and Premolars.

The situations seemed forced, fake... yet it was clear he was just waiting for such an excuse to show his intentions toward those who come here.

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Marcel seemed to get over his surprise and was now in a state of icy calm. His red eyes somehow displaying what made you feel like a show of ice so cold it would burn more then fire. He was looking deeply into Missie's eyes, and his grin feel to a more subtle smile. One that might have been called cute, or handsome had it not been for his ever so malevolent eyes. "Punish you, Dear Missie? what on earth are you speaking of..." he murmured softly. He tipped her chin up much like he had before, and peered around, as if trying to find something. Only this time it was more basic then the last. Finally, he let her chin back down and peered at her hand. "It seems, that this may be easier on you. I just want to educate you, not kill you- after all... if I kill you, how will you learn more about what this castle truly is to me, and too all its inhabitants... including you my lovely Missie."

He cupped her right hand gently in his own, holding onto the back with his left and her fingers with his right. It took no effort at all to turn her hand so her palm was exposed. "My Lovely Missie, I am not doing something so frivolously called "punishment" as you spoke of." Marcel glanced up at her with his pale face shadowed by his blond hair. "Although it is next to impossible to eat what Servants offer, the servants themselves are fair game," he explained. "Don't worry, it does not hurt, but it does not feel like the movies or stories say either. In fact, more then a few of those legends or myths about us is untrue... to an extent."

Marcel held her hand more firmly, and bit softly into her wrist. He was not able to sink his sharp Canines or his Premolars in very deep as he would permanently damage it. Though he learned a few tricks over the centuries. The feeding could have been called unpleasant. Just as surprisingly for Marcel as well... It was as soon as he tasted her blood that he realized he only wanted more and more. It was more then like his first feeding. It was as though he was made into a vampire just recently, starved, and then given a single drop for his years of efforts. Marcel had not known how much time had passed, but he managed to finally let go. The Lordly vampire noted how long the streams were running from his lips, and how he was practically fighting to breath as if deprived of air.

He now felt himself holding on to the table with the tea for support, all his energy having left him. Wiping the blood from his jaw and neck, his pale skin left two red stains streaked to one direction. Just at one glance to the girl with her bitten wrist was enough to make him want more. His chest was feeling tight, and his body suddenly felt warm. Not only that, but his face was hot and was looking slightly rosy, especially due to his pale skin. What is this feeling? and why... why am I feeling it? he wondered irritably. It is worse then when I saw her down with the others, stronger... and I don't know how to stop it he thought while all in an upset. For the first time in a long time, Marcel's eyes were not icy or cold. They held a warmth as he looked at Missie, and the red which once seemed so cruel and fearsome now looked lonely and sad.

Marcel looked away from her and toward the floor. I don't know why I feel this way, but my veins feel as though on fire... I need her to leave... I need her to leave me alone... just like before... he decided. "Please, leave me be... now that you know what I am, you can imagine just what happened to those other girls and what I did to Anne. So like I said, leave." He was still not looking at her, and did not offer up any indication that he was going to.

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When she had turned her back, Marcel shot glances at her. Though he tried his best not to feel that same feeling, he noted that after a moment or two he found himself able to directly look at her. Seeing that she was wobbling, he knew that if he let this go on she would be in trouble with other members in the castle. Which would only cause hostilities and aggression he did not want to bother with. But that girl... she is nothing but trouble, yet... he stood up a little straighter then before and lumbered over to her. With each step, he gradually regained his usual strength and vigor. Though it would be a while yet before he was mentally normal. It was clear that nothing like this had ever happened, and he was not sure how to deal with it.

Before she could exit the room, he walked up and grabbed her wrist. "Just, never mind..." he murmured. "Go out there now and they will scent your blood, then you will be in real trouble," he said. A couple of seconds later, he led her to the couch and put a blanket over her legs. "Lay down and sleep with that, it is clear you will not make it to the rooms like that... listen this time, and do not ignore my words." With that he wandered as if aimlessly and found himself at the side of his room where he opened a balcony door and walked out to it. His eyes peered at the horizon and how licks of color started to fade in. Oranges and a little red, but primarily blues.

His mind was still in distress, and he could not help but feel himself want more of the girls blood. It would be fine though, as long as he kept himself from looking at her for too long. Probably... letting her stay here was a snap decision, and she was too confused to let wander. It was obvious this was the best decision, but he could not afford to drink her blood, not again at least. There was no telling what was happening to him.

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Marcel glanced back as she began to utter words. His ears perking at the sound of her voice awkwardly. As a person, the girl seemed innocent enough, but it was clear that she had some venomous power about her. One that could make a vampire of my stature heat up like so and feel confusion such as before must have some kind of hidden power he surmised, Yet she seems so polite... what an interesting creature. As Missie mentioned the other girl, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What would she have to do with this?" he asked to no one in particular. One hand leaving the balcony, he half turned toward his room. "I highly doubt that that the other girl could possibly have connections to my confrontation with this one- that'd be too ridiculous," he assured himself.

"In any case, I'll need to keep an eye on her just in case..." he said. Marcel tipped his head to look in the direction of the rising sun. "Morning already?" he whispered in a sad voice. "Well, at least the girl is asleep... I can probably take her back-" he had been walked up to her, but stopped as he saw her bitten and slightly bleeding wrist hanging from under the blankets. Somehow, her fingers themselves seemed alluring as they brushed against the floor, only adding to his curious desire. He bent down and cupped her hand in his two. If it had not been for a knock on the door, he would have probably bitten her again. He found his breathing unsteady once more. The door opened to reveal Damian, who just looked on silently. "Shall I bandage her wrist and take her back to her room silently? My Marcel." He mentioned it as if he were simply returning a broken bobble to a store.

He nodded, lips tight as he looked on. It seemed like slow motion when she was taken from the room blanket and all, and he plodded down own the couch the girl was on just moments before. He was so irritated and confused by this turn of events, that he found himself biting his lip. Dark blood ran down his chin and fell to the blankets as he thought about what might happen from now to the future.

All the while, the sun rose higher... and morning arrived unannounced.

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Damian looked straight ahead the whole time he was carrying her. He did not seem to care about what happened, and he did not seem bothered by the fact he was carrying a bleeding human. Afterall, he actually kept himself sated unlike the lord Marcel. When he actually got into the bedrooms, and set the girl down. He noted distastefully how she awoke just at this moment. "Really, you do have the worst timing for things don't you-- young missy..." he murmured. Putting a rough emphasis on "Young Missy" as he spoke, sounding almost irritated. It was unclear though, as his expression had not changed from that of a neutral straight face the whole while.

"I do not know what you have in mind," he said, "but I suppose you could say I saved your life..." he grumbled. "Not for you," he assured her, "I saved you because if what was about to occur went any further, Marcel would have probably done something drastic... he does not enjoy acting that way-- you see," he said. The servants blue eyes were closer and easier to see from this distance. They were not red like Marcel's, but instead were an impossibly bright light blue. What was similar to Marcel though, was the feeling they gave off when looking into them. Damian bowed for a few seconds toward her then made for the door. "I bandaged your arm, there are more bandages in the kitchen store room if you need to change them in the near future..." he said back to her, not stopping as he left for the door.

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His footsteps sounded more quietly as he left the room. The servant only stopping to turn his head and nod to her in a composed manner as he left. The room was now silent... and it was hard to believe that two girls shared that room as Sarah peeked out from under the covers. Looking at Missie as if she was part of some bigger plot. She blinked at Missie knowingly, and turned in her bed, closing her eyes to finally sleep. With a soft sigh, the castle was silent for those next few moments until the sun finally reached its next heights. The candles flickering, as some of the "new staff" wondered how they would survive, and some on how they would fulfill there desired wish.

As the sun rose on this new day, it let light into the Lords room. Marcel raised his hand above the shadows of the couch. His body protected from the sun, but his hand clearly exposed. He watched with wistful eyes, as the light danced between his fingers, casting dark shadows on one end while appearing to look similar to white marble on the other. When Damian entered Marcel's room once more, Marcel closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. Then closed his hand into a fist just as Damian closed the balcony doors, and sliding the curtains over the glass windows.

Marcel opened his ruby like eyes past the blond hair parted over his face. "-And the room is dark once more, until the next dawn..."

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The sun had nearly set by the time Marcel had chosen to leave his room. The old vampire would have looked for a human to sate his needs with, though the idea thought only made him want to feed less. He was dressed in what appeared to be similar to what he wore when the girls first came not even a day ago. A nice white shirt with a nice black and red vest. Damian was at his side the whole time he walked down the hall, and just silently walked aside him. At this time, he was sure Damian wanted Marcel to go to the dining hall like he usually did, that would be what would keep him at ease that he indeed was his normal self. Though, Marcel instead waved him off as they got closer to the dining hall.

It was sudden when Marcel stopped and told him to leave, though Damian would not make a big fuss of it. He raised his brow at Marcel's movement, but as he left, the lord felt at somewhat a peace unlike he had been experiencing as of late. Marcel tied his still free and hanging blond hair back into a ponytail. A few long strands poking out here and there before he managed to fix it. He seemed somewhat tired today, and lazy. It was a feeling he knew well, but this time it was somehow different... and was far more intense then it would usually be.

"It is so quiet..." he whispered softly to himself. Ruby like blood red eyes seeming lost in some way as he peered at the numerous art works in the hallways. He finally found himself in the kitchen as he peered around aimlessly. "I wonder, how many times I actually ate from this kitchen, and I mean in the human way" he murmured. After a second, he caught himself and scowled. Quickly though, he returned to a calmer state. Quietly, he pressed his finger to a counter and ran it along the top in a wide streak, then lifting his appendage to see how dirty it had gotten. "I suppose, Damian must keep it clean..." he said aloud, voice projecting a studious and almost critic like tone.

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Marcel glanced idly about the kitchen and sighed, his fingers gently grasping the stray hairs from his face and pushing them out of the way. Too which they simply fell back to where they had been before this action. His footsteps were silent as he walked out of the kitchen, the desire for something unknown to him nagging at the back of his mind. He was silent in more aspects than just his footsteps as he wandered about and into the halls once more. It was only when he walked among its corridors that he remembered all of the objects he place in the cases and on the walls. "My "catalog" of things, or something..." he said softly as he walked with his hands behind his back. Marcel tipped his head up as he looked all over the walls and roof of the hallways. In fact, he barely heard the sound of feet on the ground before he almost decided to find Damian. For a fleeting moment, in on of the castle utmost hallways, in one of its utmost corners, what appeared to be an ethereal figure was by a window.

The shape was clearly opening the window, and as she fit herself and her elegant dress into the shape of the window, she fell through and disappeared. It was at this point that Marcel was running, and when he got there with his hands planted onto the windows surface. It was then he realized he had this window barred like many were in the castle. He gently released he bars, his shirt all tousled and his eyes wide with confusion and momentary disbelief. The vampire then shook his head and lay his pale forehead gently onto the cold bars while his hands lay softly onto the metal as well. For a moment, footsteps sounded again, and he glanced to his left.

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He just stared as she got closer and closer, apparently not bothered by what had transpired before. Wordlessly, he pushed himself off the bars and stood up straight. His shirt all ruffled in the front from having been somewhat leaned over. For the next few moments, he had just stood there with a blank face. Finally when he did actually make an action, it was to move closer to Missie and kneel down. Silently, the young looking ancient just peered at her bandaged wrist and forearm. He was gentle when he inspected it, and it was clear that as soon as he got near it he felt the desire to do something...

Though instead, he just nodded and stood up right close to her. "It seems it has been bandaged well, just make sure it does not get infected. We do not want you to be sick, now do we?" he said, turning to walk away. As he took a few steps, he felt that itch to go back and bite her, but he tried to ignore it...

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Marcel stopped and calmly glanced back at her. It only took a second for him to reply "Come on now... do you really need to search for helpful information where there is none?" he said. As he put her in his line of sight once more, he could not help the feeling of helplessness to his hunger... though he hid it well. "Why are you trying to confront me so anyways?-- in what way do you benefit besides running the risk of more danger?" he asked, curiosity glistening in his eyes. After speaking, he simply eyed her as if trying to learn more of her intentions. For a girl who seemed so weak, she had a strong will. It was something that made him want her blood even more, though he did not know exactly why.

It seemed since meeting her so many new things about his desires have been reveled, yet it felt like just the beginning of even more discoveries.

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