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    Plot:
    Derek (vampire) gets a slave (Human) and falls in love with her. Some time in the rp he leaves for a day leaving her with his brother. His brother beats her like a normal slave would be. When derek returnes he finds her beaten. He holds hate towards his brother and helps her heal from the wounds.


    Ic:
    Derek walked towards the black market. The black market was were vampires used humans for slaves. He had never thought of hurting a human, but his brother was forcing him to buy a human slave. He had $200 to spend he looked down the long line of humans.

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    Sierra looked up, quietly. She watched as several vampires past her with out a second glance. Sighing, she looked back down, wanting to cry. She missed her little sister, Kia. She wondered where her boyfriend, Jake was. Sighing, she looked away.


    Sierra:

    Derek looked down the line of humans. His eyes stopped on one girl towards the end of the line.

    Sierra felt tears come to her eyes. She tried to brush them away before someone noticed, but felt the uncomfortable glances.

    Derek gave the man his money and took serra's chain. The chain was around her wrists. He walked towards his house not pulling or tugging on the chain at all.

    Sierra followed, still brushing away tears. She felt like dying right there. She sat down, praying he'd get mad, and just kill her there.

    "Hoping to die," came the muffled reply. Sierra cried softly, praying he would grant her wish.

    "I miss my old home, and I don't want to be a slave," Sierra replied, surprised that he cared, or seemed to.

    Sierra nodded. "Oh. Who could force a vampire to do something?" she asked, bewildered.

    "Okay. Right, so. Now what?" Sierra asked, sucking in a breath, and releasing it quietly.

    "I guess. I'm really the slave, so you should probably be deciding," Sierra said softly.