Chapter One:
Understandings
Evelyn walked out of the stall, glancing, once again, at her reflection. She scowled at her face but was all around pleased with her look except-
She took a pair scissors out of the front pocket of her backpack and walked over to one of the sinks. She then lifted up a chunk of her long black hair and proceeded to chop away. (I will have a picture for this. I like to draw so it will give u a better idea about what she looks like).
She finished and looked at her now short and choppy haircut. Her hair used to be past her waist and now it was perfect. She smirked at her reflection. Smirking was new to her but she thought it went with her new attitude. She took out her darkest make-up and smudged the dark purple across her eyes. She debated whether to add her dark purple lipstick but though better of it since she would be eating in the very near future and it would probably rub off. She then picked up all the hair she had chopped of and threw it in the trashcan.
Before she left the restroom she took the wrappings out of her bag and re-wrapped her arm. She looked at her reflection, with her midnight blue eyes staring back at her and was for once, content with the person looking back at her.
As she walked back into the main restaurant she made a mental note to herself to always evaluate where all possible exits where and the rest of her surroundings. As she walked to the table she took note that they were in a Chinese restaurant and that Nathaniel had ordered them each a plate of sesame chicken and some tea.
As Evelyn sat down Nathaniel looked over the top of the cup of tea he was sipping and raised a single eyebrow. He put the tea down and looked at her up and down. All he could see because they were sitting down was the lace up black tank top, the long nit sweater, her new hairstyle and make-up. He raised a single black eyebrow.
"Interesting." Was all he said. Glancing up from contemplating her sesame chicken Evelyn answered with a simple "Isn't it now?" Nathaniel looked amused but he picked up his fork and started eating the chicken. Evelyn wondered if he even liked it or was he just eating it to look normal. She looked back down at the chicken.
When Nathaniel noticed she was not eating he put down his fork and looked at her. "It's not poisoned, you know."
"Being poisoned is not quite what I am worried about." She stated, now eyeing the tea reproachfully. As a waitress walked by, Nathaniel stopped her and asked for an addition cup of tea. She just shrugged and nodded and a few moments later she came back and placed it in front of Evelyn.
"There." He said as he finished his own cup of tea. "Now you know I didn't do anything to it. I didn't do anything to the chicken, either, so eat up." Evelyn picked up her fork and started to eat.
As she ate, Nathaniel went over the final points of slavery with her, which made Evelyn lose most of her appetite.
"If you don't want to be bound and thrown into a cell, you're going to need to pass for a tamed slave. No trainer will believe you are broken, but if you're careful, he might be satisfied that you're smart enough to be obedient. Your master is more than your owner – he is your life, the only thing that matters. Nothing comes before his wishes. What he says, you do, without hesitation. Until you are sold, that master is me. When we get to our destination, keep your eyes on me. If someone tells you to do something, look at me. Once you are sold, the same applies to whoever your new owner is. A slave is not supposed to think; she just obeys."
"Well isn't that cherry." Evelyn interrupted. Nathaniel gave her a look and continued.
"Never address the vampires by name unless given permission to do so. I know of very few who would hesitate to give a slave a beating if she forgot a title. In general, address any of my kind as 'milady' or 'milord' until told otherwise. Never raise a hand against a vampire, not unless you know you can kill him." Evelyn detected humor in his voice when he said the last bit. She filed that tabbed of information away. It might come in useful.
(I took most of what Nathaniel said from the book so it is not my writing. I might have changed some of it around but it still is mostly direct quotations from the book)
"And you are telling me this for what reason?" Evelyn asked. She was grateful for the information but suspicious of the motives behind it.
"Against my better judgment, I kind of like you. You remind me a lot of someone I know. You have sprit. Look," he said, pulling out a piece of paper and grabbing the pen he used to sign the check with. "If or when you escape – don't lie to me, I know you probably will try – call this number and I will set you up in a house for as long as you need." He handed her the piece of paper, still utterly confused at his motives.
When they were both fed, well when Evelyn was fed they rose from the table and Nathaniel noticed the rest of her outfit. Leather looking tight black pants and the sweater went almost down to the floor if the girl was not so tall. She looked about 5"10' give or take a couple inches.
When they got back to the car Nathaniel held the door open for her which struck her as odd. She gave him a look and her answered saying, "Just because I am a vampire does not mean I am no longer a gentlemen." She just nodded and climbed in. When Nathaniel started the car, the clock blinked on to read 9:23 at night. Evelyn sighed and put her headphones on, falling asleep, once again, to the sounds of Disturbed while Nathaniel looked at her wondering how she slept with that racket.