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Chapter Two: Belonging to No One But Myself.
Gabriel sat in Jaguar's office fuming and worried. Not the best mix for the short tempered vampire. He had only recognized Blair after he had seen her. And by then it was to late.
She had grown up. A lot! He briefly wondered if taking her to the Buja guild had been a good thing. It was clear that Sarta had done her very best in training her.
Blair had sensed him but was far to wrapped up in something else to call out to him. Damn her! Why couldn't she be like her sister and stay out of trouble? Gabriel managed to register soft padded footsteps coming down the hall and wiped off all facial expressions, except that of boredom.
When Jaguar entered his office he shot a questioning glance to him before sitting down. Gabriel was going to have to reveal more of his feelings than he ever wanted to with the new owner of Midnight. Once again he damned Blair. But this time it lacked conviction.
Worry took over and before he could control himself words slipped out of his mouth. "Where is the woman you bought?" He had to know where Blair was and whether or not Jaguar had bought her for himself. Something deep within Gabriel told him that he hadn't.
Somewhere deep inside the slaves corridors in Midnight a still groggy Blair was just waking up and cursing the pain in the back of her head, trying to remember just what had happened.
Out of nowhere, well probably not out of nowhere but right about now, the young woman was in no mood for technicalities, an old woman appeared. Blair almost jumped upon hearing her say, in a grandmotherly voice, "Oh good, your up there's a nice hot shower and fresh clothes waiting for you. You'll want to look your best when your presented to the Masters."
Blair looked around her ignoring the old lady when she realized that the woman had just asked her a question. "Umm…Sorry. What did you say?" At least she remembered some manners. "I was just asking you your clothing size dear."
The old grandmother was being kind enough and she could really do with a good scrub. "Size six jeans, medium shirts, bra size 24C." Grandmother wrote everything down on a red notepad. "Panties dear what cuts do you prefer?"
A sigh escaped Blair's lips. She wasn't getting rid of Grandmother anytime soon. "G-strings or low rise, low rise jeans too if you can."
"Of course dear. Now, I hope you don't mind blues and silvers those are the tones your Master Eric will be preferring. Your Master Eric's gift from Master Jaguar."
With that Blair whirled around on her. "I'm nobody's gift and no one will ever be my master." Grandmother gave her a cold look that passed quickly as she clucked. "That's what they all say dear. Don't worry we're well taken care of."
Blair couldn't believe what she was hearing! This woman was clearly demented to not want freedom. "Nobody will ever break me. Now, could you kindly point me in the direction of the bathroom?" She asked the other woman confidently. The woman pointed to the door on the opposite wall from were they had been standing beside the bed that Blair had been laid upon.
The mercenary really needed to use the bathroom and a shower would make her feel better. She wasn't doing so to look presentable to her new 'master' as the grandmother had told her to, but for her personal benefit.
The clean white bathroom was equipped with exotic smelling soaps and shampoos along with towels and washcloths. A light blue terry cloth robe hung on a hook beside the door. Opening the medicine cabinet reveled tampons, deodorant, and even Q-tips. There was even a toothbrush and toothpaste waiting for her, thank God.
After she was clean she emerged from the bathroom to find a note on what she supposed was to be her bed, telling her that jeans and shirts hung in the wardrobe that she hadn't taken into noticed before, and bras and panties could be found in the bottom drawer.
Sure enough and assortment of white, silver, and all hues of blue, tank tops hung in the wardrobe along with fashionable dark denim jeans. No black, damn it. She grabbed the darkest garments she could find and set to the agonizing task of brushing out her thick long hair.
Just as she was finishing with her hair a sharp rap sounded from the door. Well, at least they have the decency to knock, she thought to herself opening the door to reveal a broad shouldered vampire standing in front of her. "I suppose your going to won't me to come with you?"
He smiled down at her five foot five frame. "That would be much more convenient than me having to carry you kicking and screaming."
She tsked. Well, at least someone around here has a sense of humor. She obliged to follow him to a separate wing in Midnight. It had to be Midnight, hadn't the old grandmother mentioned to her that Jaguar was master here.
To conform her thoughts she asked the man whom she presumed to be a guard, and seemed surprisingly intelligent and friendly. "We're in Midnight am I correct?" He cast her a wondering look. After all many of the new human slaves brought here had no clue the mansion existed. "Yes." Rather than asking her how she knew she felt him attempt to probe her mind.
Her shields flew up preventing him from seeing anything. "Now, now none of that." She mockingly told him. She couldn't control the laugh that escaped her lips because, of the shocked look on his face. Her laugh was silenced however when she went to enter through the door that he held open for her.
Jaguar was waiting for Eric to bring in his new present. Not that Eric new she was his yet. He wanted to see how she reacted first. When the door opened Blair strode in and met his gaze without an ounce of fear.
Jaguar met her viper like gaze with his own jet black one and saw the color of her eyes for the first time. They were sea green with lavender specks scattered through them. He smiled at her revealing his fangs. "Welcome to Midnight Blair."
Blair smiled a venomous smiled but said nothing. Jaguar kept his eyes locked with hers, but to Eric, who had followed her in asked, "So Eric how do you like your gift?" To his amusement he saw the mercenary's eyes flick with anger, the lavender flicks dominating her eyes.