GALLA :^)

Marwane:
He lets his hand brush over a chain hanging from the ceiling, inching closer to the work bench substituting as a hiding spot. Eyes flickering over to James, he stops right in front of it, placing a finger over his mouth before straightening the cuffs of his blood-splattered shirt. With an effortless bend, he reaches over and grabs at the first fistful of hair he catches, lifting Hazel up and dragging her across the bench to the side where he's standing. "Will you look at that."

Larkin:
Ignoring the sudden urge to arch into T's touch on the small of his back, he stands perfectly still and focuses on his breathing. His fingers spread against the wall, nails digging into the tapestry, low grunts escaping him every now and then. As T talks, he knows he could elbow him in the face in an attempt to run for the door again, but even if he did get outside, he doubts he'd get past any of the other vampires. If he was going to survive, he would have to play to his strengths. "Of course not...master," he mutters, slowly turning to look down at him, shirt barely hanging onto his bruised body. "Am I of satisfaction?"

Lewis
"Oh thank God" he says, rolling his eyes before walking down the staircase. WHY U SO STOPED LEWIS. 

Hazel:
Her eyes widen as a hand grabs her by the hair, screaming in pain and grabbing for her hair, hands clumsily trying to pull Marwanes hands off her. "Please" she sobs, the waterfalls already starting.

T:
He watches as Larkin turns around, "I wouldn't say your blood tastes any different than any other victim, but having it handed on a plate is satisfactory I suppose?" he says, arching a brow. "Why are you asking?" he questions, folding his arms as he looks slightly up at Larkin with wary eyes.

James:
"Well, well, well. Would you look at that," he answers gleefully. "Humans really aren't the smartes bunch."

Heath:
He looks at Hazel being dragged away, frantically trying to figure out something to do, without rushing into anything.

Felyn:
Panicking, seeing as Hazel is her best friends little sister, she stands up abruptly. "Don't touch her!" she yells at Marwane, with a rather angry look upon her face.

Alistaire:

Gives Lewis a little nudge in the shoulder and makes him go first down the stairs. He hears voices from below. "I believe there are someone else headed the same way we are. Maybe it's someone you know?"

Arthur:

He sees his colleagues getting trapped by the vampires without being able to do anything. His fingers itch to do anything, but his body just won't listen to his thoughts.

Marwane:
Continuing to drag Hazel, he pushes her head so she falls down onto the floor. "I wonder," he begins loudly, turning to stare back at Felyn with a amused quirk of the eyebrows, "if the rest of your gang would like to stand up as well, or if I have to get busy." He lifts a hand and makes a grabbing motion, all the while trying to contain his smile.

Larkin:
He looks down for a second before gazing back at T through thick, dark lashes. "It's my job, I suppose. Making sure you're happy...?" he trails off, and he allows himself to brush a hand against T's forearm, suppressing a shudder at the feel of cold skin. Inner mantra: make him trust you, make him trust you, make him trust you

Lewis
He sharpens his ear, walking down the stairs quicker, his eyes widening at the scene in front of him. "Hazel, what the fuck are you doing here?" he shouts at her, his eyes drifting over to Marwane and James.

Hazel
SObbing mess that cant reply rn cos fuck mi

T:
"I'm fine" he says dryly, using a hand to push Larkin away from him, or at least stopping him from getting any closer.

Heath:
He stands up hastily, worried that something might happen to Hazel if he keeps sitting there, trying to hatch out a plan.

Felyn:
She slowly walks out from the hiding spot, scared the vampires are going to do something if they think she would attack. "Please, leave her be," she pleads them.

James:
He turns around to look at the newcomers from the stairs. "Well, would you look at that. Looks like we have more people eager to be tortured." he says, smirking.

Alistaire:

"I found this one roaming around the halls. Were getting along great, aren't we, Lewis?" He smiles and pat's Lewis on the back once.

Arthur:

He is standing still

Marwane:
"Ohh! This is turning into quite an evening, indeed," he exclaims as people seem to pop up and trickle in from all directions, resting a ringed finger on his lips in thought. "Now the only one who seems to be missing is Dennis himself. Perhaps we should lock our darling guests up while we wait for his return?" He bends down to Hazel, grabs her face without much delicacy and gazes into her eyes, determining she doesn't need any mind control (lol). "Please settle yourself in the cage over there, my love," he says and points to the corner of the room.

Larkin:
He circles T's wrist and holds it against his side, away from himself. "Okay," he says simply before letting go and backing away from him completely. His eyes look around the room, getting adjusted to the darkness, before he dares to walk over to the bookshelf again. "You have some amazing books here."

Hazel
She lets out a loud sob as Marwane grabs her,the tears in her eyes stinging as she nods quickly lips trembling as she crawls over to the cage, pressing herself firmly into the corners of it and wraps her arms around her legs.

Lewis
He looks at Alistaire with glooming eyes, "I'll finish you off first, blood sucker" he spits. Looking at his sister no in the cage, he looks at Felyn and Arthur. They were in a deep, deep mess.

Dennis
He walks down the steps to the cellar, whistling the tune of Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, stopping mid tune as he enters the room full of people. "Oh my" he says, hands in his pockets as he looks around the room, "is this the afterparty?" he asks, looking at Marwane with a slight smile on his lips.

T:
"Thanks, I haven't read half of them, to be honest" he says, walking over to Larkin, studying his own collection. He flicks on one of the oil lamps, eyes staring at the tiny flame before looking at Larkin. "I assume you like to read?" he asks.

Felyn:
She looks at Hazel crawling into the cage, feeling rather powerless as she can't do anything about it. Seeing Dennis walk into the room doesn't exactly help brighten her mood, as she's still trying to process what happened earlier. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she looks at Lewis, not really sure what to do.

Heath:
He's still standing behind their former hiding spot, feeling the hope slip away, seeing as they're getting more and more outnumbered the more vampires that enters the room.

James:
He looks at Dennis walking into the room. "And where have you been all this time?" he asks, cocking a brow.

Alistaire:

"Now, Lewis, that's no way to talk to a friend. And here I've been nice to you, tsk tsk," he says with a mocking tone of voice, his earlier humour completely gone. He gives a short nod to Dennis as he enters.

Arthur:

Pls he can't do anything

Marwane:
"Good girl," he cooes as Hazel obeys him, locking the cage and straightening up. He looks over his shoulder with a hitched inhale as Dennis enters, eyes sparkling and slight smile mirrored. "There you are. I knew you wouldn't miss it," he says happily, brushing a golden lock of hair out of his face.

Larkin:
"I don't think you've been alive long enough to get through them anyway," he comments and promptly chokes when he realises he's not talking to a human. He inclines his head with a sheepish chuckle, "sorry, forgot who I was talking to for a moment." His long fingers trace over the backs of the books as he submerges himself in the task of reading their titles.

Hazel
sobsobsob



Dennis
Cocking a brow at James, "mind your own business, James" he replies. "Mind telling me whats going on?" he asks, looking from James to Marwane. The sound of Hazel sobbing makes him tilt his head a little, looking around at Hazel sitting in the cage, he looks back at Marwane, raising his brows in question.

Lewis
"I knew I shouldn't have trusted you" he mumbles, looking at Felny and Heath "are you allright?" he mouths to them.

T:
"I'm gonna ignore that" he says, snorting. "Believe it or not, vampires have better things to do than read books all day long" he picks out a book from the top shelf, looking at it for a second before putting it back.

Felyn:
She's still looking at Lewis and shrugs at his question, physically yes, mentally no.

Heath:
He nods slightly at Lewis' question, before turning his gaze to Hazel, trying to figure out a way to save her.

James:
"Well, this one-" he points at Arthur and continues speaking, "Doesn't seem to respect pure bloods, so we were thinking we'd learn him how to respect us." He grins sadistically at Dennis.

Alistaire:

"Now, Lewis, that's not nice." He smirks at him, giving him a light but determined push. "Oh, and who have we here?" He nods to the paralysed Arthur.

Arthur:

help him

Marwane:
He nods at James' response, gesturing at the horrified faces surrounding them. "Seems some of the humans escaped earlier," he says and slowly starts walking towards Heath and Felyn. "What do you feel like doing with them? I'm quite full from the feast earlier...and to kill them now seems like a waste of perfectly good meals," he muses, talking in the general direction of the rest of the vampires. As he gets closer to Felyn, he lets his hand slip through her hair, looking into her eyes with fascination. "You're quite beautiful," he remarks, holding her gaze firmly.

Larkin:
"Yeah, I guess killing people can be quite time consuming," he quips, not quite able to suppress his irritation. His eyes land on his favorite book, and he grabs it, turning to T. "Have you read this one? Les liaison dangereuse. I've read it to the chamber maids sometimes." He sits down in a chair by the fireplace, gesturing for T to take a seat as well before opening it up.

Hazel
sobsobsob


Dennis:
"Good idea, James" he says, nodding, impressed by their work. Looking over at Marwane again, please refrain from touching ms Vermillion, Marwane. She's mine" he says, raising his voice a little, giving him a strained smile. "Besides, killing slayers? Ex-slayers?" he says, looking at Arthur, "our own kind?" he looks at Marwane, "there are better things than killing, sweetness."

Lewis
He furrows his brow at what Dennis said, "our own kind?" he repeats, looking at the vampires, very confused.

T:
"I read half of it before putting it down" he replies as he follows after Larkin to the fireplace, sitting down as well, "before closing it and never opening it again, it's housewife porn, seriously." He pulls up his legs into the chair 'indianer style', using his telekinesis to light the fireplace.

Felyn:
She stands still when Marwane approaches her, not being as fearless as she's used to be. Looking at him when he grabs her by the hair she stutters, "I-I-", though she's not able to finish her sentence.

Heath:
He also furrows his brows at Dennis' statement, looking around the room at everyone there.

James:
"Yes, our own kind," he answers Lewis. "Really, I knew you weren't as smart as we are, but it's not that hard to figure out," he says dryly, looking at him with icy eyes.

Alistaire:

He sighs loudly. "Let's not make this a big thing right now, my good fellows. The time will come," he says, grabbing the back of Lewis' collar and halfway shoving him over to the other slayers.

Arthur:

halp

Marwane:
He releases his grasp on Felyn's hair and turns to Dennis again, eyebrows pinched. "Oh...she's a Vermillion," he says quietly, smoothing his frowned expression as quickly as it appeared, biting his bottom lip as he smirks. "What do you have in mind then?"

Larkin:
He is surprised as the fire ignites, and he stares at it like its black magic. "On the surface, maybe, but there's more to it than that. Master Marwane always makes me read it to him whenever he has a spare moment. Afterwards, he shares his thoughts," he explains, directing his attention back to T. "You might enjoy doing something else though?"

Hazel
Being useful

Lewis
He grunts as Alistaire pushes him to the others, looking over his shoulders to glare at Alistaire.

Dennis
"I think it's about time we pay back the Council for slaughtering our kind," he starts, walking over to Marwane, so he's standing in front of Felyn. "How about we help these little lost souls realize who they really are?" he coos, looking at Felyn with mild interest.

T:
"If you want to read, go ahead" he suggests, "I wont mind the silence"

Felyn:
She takes a step back as Dennis approaches them. "W-what do you want from me?" she stutters, starting to panick now.

Heath:
He's backpaddling towards the wall, starting to slowly sneak over to Hazel's cage.

James:
He walks over to Alistaire, looking at the situation unfolding with a rather blank expression, he rarely showed much emotions.

Alistaire:

He leans on James's shoulder with his elbow, winking at Lewis. "That's fair, but why not make sure they will listen properly first?" He says, a wicked smile barely passing over his mouth.

Arthur:

Nanananan

Marwane:
He can barely control his glee over Dennis' words and clasps his hands together. "Surely the Council will hate to lose some of its best hunters," he agrees, eyes lingering between James and Alistaire and their victim Lewis.

Larkin:
He hums in thought and reads a sentence before looking up, frowning. "This galla...was it thrown just for the sake of killing people?" he asks, sounding more curious than judgmental.