Reaper's Word

Clair sadly was not shocked by Isaiah having killed that man. She, like the rest, avoided them for the next couple days. However she seemed to recover faster. This was life here and she had accepted that. So she put her focus on thwarting Isaiah in being caught. She was more careful the next few times that she decided to shower. To be honest it was rather entertaining to purposely avoid him. She was always in a very good mood when she managed to avoid him for yet another day.

Those in the house held her in a bit more disdain or possible hate as she could move freely and they could not. Though she did bring food from the kitchen and leave it places. Sometimes Zeta would follow her and eat it thinking it was funny. Bitch.

Their numbers were dropping now and Clair was on her last few days of her three week allowance. She just wondered what would happen then. Once her last day approached.

She guessed it would be back to staying more in the walls and being even more cautious of Isaiah. She didn't think that she would get really any kind of promise anymore. It seemed more like he was just going to take from her rather than give her something in return. She rubbed her forehead in thought. She was starting to fold really fast when he did catch her and let him do what he wanted.

Clair sighed, she however was feeling rather good today. She'd had a decent meal again and cooked more than she needed leaving it for the others. She felt that they deserved something better than the canned food and what not. This was where they would die. On the dark side she was keeping Isaiah's food source healthy.

There really weren't many of them left, and a rather bad storm had been raging outside for the better part of yesterday and today. Water was pooling all over the yard and running in rivers down the drive. She guessed that perhaps four were left in the house and she was happy to know that both Carlos and Leanne were left.

Clair walked down the hallway with a light step and held her hand out in front of her. A small crystal rotated in the air above her hand. She smiled and dropped her hand, the crystal staying where it was and the exact same distance from her body. She'd been practicing it a lot, wanting to get it just right and perfect her skill. When she had nothing to do, she practiced, and practiced. She knew the day was coming that she would have to use it. She could feel it in her bones, and keeping everyone else ignorant was a must. Her ace, and it sure seemed like no one was picking up on it.

She brought her hand up and snatched it from the air. She set it down on a table in the hall and went into the ballroom. She turned in a quick circle, and then repeated it coming out onto the middle of the floor.

She mentally turned the music on flipping it to a song that she felt like dancing to. She was getting much better with her talents that was for sure. She thanked god for the one that mattered most, her ability to hide herself. One she'd used as a kid since she'd been bullied so much. It helped her go unnoticed and be left alone. Can't hurt what you can't find right? This place was a whole different level than that of course. Clearly it had given her an up.

Clair spun and moved across the floor, she wore a black dress today. It had a handkerchief bottom and it tied around the neck. She liked the way that it moved and twisted around her as she danced. It was just kind of freeing for her and after a while she felt her skin prickle. She became aware of his presence but she just did as she pleased. He didn't speak, and she didn't acknowledge him for a few minutes just waiting to see what he'd do.

"I'm in a good mood today. I'd appreciate it if you didn't tear me down." Clair stated.

leaned against the pillar watching her. She moved with ease, fluid and graceful. Just watching her was a pleasure in itself. His gaze trailed over her

his hand caught hers as she spun. Then made her reverse and spin back to face him. His eyes were still hazel in color. Always a good sign in her opinion. She let him lead. One it was customary for the man to do so, and he was a control freak. The thought amused her for some reason but she kept the smile

she spun around him coming back to take his hand and her other over his shoulder. It didn't even bother her right now, she was on guard

was her form of control this time. He could not make her look at him if she didn't want to. He did not control

said, no human ever lived very long. She had surpassed the expectations. Clair was the longest lived human in this place

was turning hopeless. She should be fighting and kicking and screaming. No, what did she do? She instead would just lay down and take it, literally. If he wanted her, she'd let him and they both knew it. She'd do it rather than fight. Just one more thing that she had trained herself

that the longer he kept her alive the more the chance was that she would get out. She knew the house. She moved through it like he did or the hell hounds. The risk was growing,

control category. He'd be free as long as that human lived, but completely subject to their will. Yet she was the only one he had found for his needs. He really wasn't willing to give that up yet and go back to being so unsatisfied with the desire

hers. If anyone had been watching them it would have looked

a trained eye. They were talking about Clair's life like it was a trivial

hadn't been pregnant. That was an odd thing in itself. He'd been unable to kill her with that knowledge, and after it had sunk in, it had been almost appealing. However she'd been sacrificed, and so had his unborn child. Their souls and magic had fed what was already

her. He had no difficulty or guilt when thinking about it. However he found that he wasn't

think or see things the way that he did most times. At the end of the day they really were just his loyal pets. She interacted with him, spoke to him and offered a challenge as well. He was suffering the needs of the world

In the end they just failed to really do anything for him. All so relieved to have something that

was not going to stay the same, she'd

kind." She said and he felt that amusement flare up again. He stopped them and dipped his head down to take her mouth. She hesitated for a moment but then let him. There was a sharp gleeful part of him that relished that. She was normally very defiant in such things and that small allowance was something he'd been desiring. She might let him, but she wasn't truly letting him. This felt different

up the smooth skin of her thighs. There was a sudden sharpness in his stomach and she froze. Then a cold feeling washing over them. He was forced to step back, the entry spell was in place. Isaiah moved toward the windows on the east side

either. However that would be soon, that was a yearly thing. Isaiah moved to the front entrance as the doors opened. He couldn't get within ten feet of the door. Leonardo tossed a man in the house. He went down sliding from the water that soaked him. Two others brought a man and a woman in and did