Decore Venial had been cleaning the rave club as she usually did wherever she went. Once she had finished cleaning, she noticed Leanna lying asleep on a couch. "Such a waste," she whispered to herself. "Truly a pity that she threw her life away when she could have served the master." She sat on the couch next to the girl. Leanna's scars were not hidden this day; she wore a white summer dress that went down to her mid-thigh. Decore stroked her cheek gently, sighing internally. She wished dearly that she could have saved her, but it was too late. Leanna was doomed now, she had crossed the master and he had ordered her to be presented to him. Once the master requested one to be brought before them, they had no chance of survival.
"Poor little dear," She cooed in her ear quietly. "You are going to have to die soon. My poor mistress, you have displeased the master and he now seeks repayment for your insolence." She stroked the girl's long hair, letting the ends slip out from between her fingers. "Mistress, if I could have saved you, I would have, but you fought too much." A voice said to Leanna in her sleep. She whimpered in her sleep, tossing her head. Decore draped an arm around Leanna, pulling her into her lap, she leaned down and kissed her forehead in a loving way. "Poor mistress." She sighed. She traced her jaw line, looking down fondly at her vulnerability.
A man looked over at the two girls. "Hey! What're you doing?!" He called out. Decore looked up at him, stroking Leanna's cheek in a slow fashion. She said nothing, just smiled politely. She could easily trick this man into letting her take Leanna. Master would be most pleased with her efficiency. She lowered her eyes back to Leanna's fluttering eyelids. The girl would be having a dream by now, a deep dream that she would not awake from until Decore lifted her spell. The man was now distracted, this was her chance. She stood up, Leanna in her arms, she was so much stronger than she seemed. Her eyes darted from Leanna's limp form in her arms to the elevator across the room. The man could not stop her if she got to it. As she was about to make her way to the elevator, the man appeared beside her.
If one knew Decore well, they would realize how this man was distressing her, however no one here knew her that well. She curtsied with the girl in her arms, keeping her eyes upon his face. He commanded her to put Leanna down. She shook her head sadly, "Nay, sir." She replied in her slow manner. To a human she would sound as if she were from a Renaissance Faire, she had the British accent one often hears there. "Sir, the mistress fell asleep in the open. The mistress needs her sopor." She curtsied again and turned to walk to the elevator, the man was distracted again and she made a mad dash to the elevator, opening the doors with her powers. He was beside her again when she stopped moving in the metal room.
A brief look of annoyance crossed her face, too brief to be noticed by untrained eyes. "Where are you taking her?" he asked. Decore moved Leanna in her arms to press the button that would bring them to the upside. She remained silent for a moment thinking. "I am taking the mistress back, she needs her sopor. The mistress cannot be allowed to sleep in the open, it is not safe." Decore replied slowly. She shifted Leanna in her grip again, using her psionics to hold her in place. She held her up and kissed her cheek lightly, a thought flashing through her mind of what the master might do to her if she failed. The elevator soon reached the upside; Decore stepped out, dipping a small curtsy to the man. She walked up to a small jet like ship and opened the top hatch.
The ship appeared to be able to fit two people at most; a human would most likely see it as something familiar to a fighter jet. It had a clear top hatch that opened to allow one to climb in and out easily, it was small and sleek made for quick transportation. She gently placed Leanna into the back seat, latching her into restraints and locking them. These restraints crossed her chest, her neck and her lap, as well as confined her arms and legs, there was an additional one across her forehead to keep her head from banging around; these restraints seemed a little too much for simply safety. Decore turned and curtsied to the man. "I shall keep the mistress safe, sir."
Decore climbed into the ship and closed the hatch, buckling into her own seat and starting the engine. The man climbed onto the roof and sat there. "Sir! Off!" She managed to yell in a most polite manner. Her brows furrowed slightly, just for a moment before relaxing again into a pleasant expression. The man simply sat there, "Sir, you must get off." She tried again. He still sat there stubbornly, "Sir, I will be forced to use force if you do not move." Finally the man acknowledged her. He told her to go, he told her that he was going with them. "Sir, I cannot allow you to remain. The master has forbidden anyone but the mistress and myself to go to his establishment." The man slid off this time, she sighed in relief quickly recovering her composure.