((Ok! I'm gonna start! xD))

Hollyn groaned. She hated when she had to be a snack, it was the absolute worst. Her throat would ache for days after, and she would feel weak. Reluctantly, she prodded over to a male vampire sitting in a neatly carved metal chair. Hollyn noticed that it wasn't made of wood, nor was anything else in the castle. Sighng, she kneeled next to the chair, brushed her hair away from her neck and tilted her head back. The vampire smiled, his eyes glittering with thirst, and bit into her neck. Hollyn winced, though she was used to it.

Karienne tided up her master's messy room. She cringed when she found his draws lying on the floor. She picked up a broom and start pushing it into a corner. This whole slavery thing was terrrible. She didnt understand why humans and vampire couldn't just co excist.

Evessence's breath started to get shallow. She bit on her lip down hard and groaned a little. She was hurting so much. She hated when the vampires decided to drink her blood. And they did it alot because she was O positive. The best kind as her master called it. He he was doen he shoved her ruffly and she hurried out of the room and ran into the room Karienne was cleaning.

"Oh Ev what wrong? Did he...?"

Evessence nodded and Karienne gave her a hug and let her cry.

Hollyn sighed with relief as the vampire motioned to her to go away. She obeyed, of course, and went to go do the laundry with the Laundress.

"Hello, Laundress," Hollyn said as she entered the tiny pantry in which the Laundress ate, worked, and slept in. Laundress was brought into slavery when she was only a baby, and the vampires didn't know her actual name. "Hello, Holly," Laundress said with a smile that revealed her yellowing teeth. "It's your laundry duty?" Hollyn nodded and helped Laundress fold the male vampires' white shirts.

((Did you take the back-scar from Eragon? X3 *Is reading Eldest* Can Lyora like him? XD))

 (( No. I made that long before Eragon was made. Sure. She can. Thanks Paige. ))

Silent watched silently as his master went to grab the horse pick. He roughly shoved it at him when he returned, nicking Silent on the chin. Not a sound escaped his lips. Silent went to the beautiful bay stallion and he gently ran his hand down the horse's leg until he reached the part he had to lift. He clicked softly and the horse obeyed, much to his master's irritation. Silent picked the horses hooves and when he finished, he turned and placed the pick where it belonged. He returned to his master who was silently fuming. "Alright. Let's see if you make sound to this." With that, he pulled out a new whip from his pocket, baring his vampire teeth. Silent watched without emotion. His master confounded him slightly. Where as the other vampires treated their slaves brutally, he was treated differently. His master never touched his blood. Only to rub his spit in Silent's face. "I bought a new whip. The old one wasn't right enough." He said, grinning from ear to ear. He let the whip fall, revealing it. It was long and thin, but what caught Silent's eyes was the tiny simmer on the whip. It was lined with barbed needles. "Let's see if you cry out now!" His master laughed. His shirt was ripped off him roughly, the cold wind chilling his back. Silent closed his eyes and waited for the whip to fall. When it did, pain like no other flashed and he nearly collapsed, but he didn't cry out. He stood firm, relaxing his muscles. Tensing would help none. Besides, this was way better than others were treated. He would suffer because in truth, they were suffering more. He thought of his sister as the whip made new jagged and deep lines in his back. How she had escaped her vampire master. Her master had tried to drink all of her blood after she had spilled a bucket of blood she had been extracting from a cow. She had had her veins slit open for her masters pleasure and barely survived. If Silent had not been there to care for her, she would have died. He knew others were treated the same. But not him. he was treated far less brutally from his master. And he knew why. His master liked to toy with his slaves. He liked to whip them into submission so that when he came to feed, they willing cut open their own wrists and put it at his lips. But Silent did not bend to his will. he stood firm and he obeyed his orders, but when it came time for his master's feast, he stood as still and as silent as a statue, staring at the man who hated him so for it. He barely felt the cold beads of blood as they rolled down his back. He had felt it so much, that he was immune to it now.

When the vampire had left, Lyora went back out into the isleway. "You... Are you okay?", she asked softly, staring at the bleeding, beaten boy who leaned against the horse he was grooming, tears still in her eyes, "I saw what happened... I was cleaning Riot over there. How come you didn't cry out? I respect you for that... I never would have made it through that ordeal... I'm Lyora." Lyora walked up to the boy, frowning, afraid that he would collapse, or something worse. She felt sorry  for him, yet completely and utterly respected the male. She felt the need to help him, to throw her arms around him and weep.