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 Cold Blooded [Closed], Vampire Apocalypse
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 Posted: Nov 15 2014, 10:31 AM
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Escape where? Up the stairs? And then what? Outside, it is night now. The vampire world is awake.

Leah looks disbelieving, pressing her fingerprint to the scanner. The door swings openly slightly, but not all the way; the cage reacts differently to certain prints, allowing different berths for different people. It's enough for Leah to squeeze her hand through and offer the water cup, though there's no way the pitcher is going to fit. The pitcher was her own idea; she's disappointed that it won't work out. She remembered the gap as bigger.

"He gets really bored," Leah says, in a fashion typical of a fifteen-year-old. "He has everything, so he's just... really bored. But hunting rebels is tacky, who does that? Only the really crazy vampires, the really bored ones. It's all just a big war game to them. Wolfram has had them over a few times." It pleases her to talk to someone new, and someone whom Leah think is an idiot -- it gives Leah the opportunity to educate Morena, tell her what's what. It's a rare opportunity for a slave.

She tilts her head at the question. "I was born this way," she says, her tone both dismissive and mocking -- again, as if Morena is an idiot, as if there was ever any other way to be born.

"The point is, that you're stupid." Very carefully, she starts to wedge the bowl of soup through the gap. "All of you are stupid."

"You'll never win."
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 Posted: Nov 18 2014, 09:37 PM
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Morena observed the way that the door opens, and the frown on her face deepens. In truth, she didn’t understand all the technologies that the vampires had. She was not surprised by this, but she had not expected the cage to be so…smart. ‘It is inanimate.’ And vampires were dead. The cage was smart, as vampires were smart. Unliving things could have this quality now.

Water is pushed through. Wolfram was bored. “How nice that must be for your master.” How fortunate for him to have the luxury of boredom. Morena does not move forward to retrieve the water.

Food is then pushed through. Soup. Nothing solid. Morena has no place to complain at all, but she is dissatisfied with what is offered all the same. The mockery of the girl causes Morena to answer, monotonous, “It is people such as yourself who will prove our downfall, and not the vampires.” Humans had the numbers. It was a shame they had been frightened early on, unwilling to make the sacrifices necessary to win the war once upon a time. They chose slavery instead of life. “Perhaps if you knew life outside of your enslavement, girl,” she throws the term back at her, “you’d understand your own foolishness.” It was tempting to call the girl stupid, but she didn’t believe that.

The girl was ignorant. Ignorance could be fixed. Stupidity never could. ‘In which case she may be right.’ For Morena had no intention of being open-minded enough to accept the girl’s sort of life.

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 Posted: Nov 23 2014, 12:32 PM
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It's not like the world ended when it was inherited by the night. Had Wolfram, as Leah described him, not been horrifically bored, there were all sorts of new, advanced security systems that offered the highest quality protection from vandals and rebels such as Morena. New television shows are still produced; Leah watches them when she's allowed breaks. Humans are microchipped the way they used to track pets; the infected farm will eventually be contained and quarantined, just as run of beef might be after a salmonella outbreak.

Vampires were human, once.

"We fell a long time ago." Even if Morena is stupid, she's interesting. "Sorry, but the rebel life doesn't sound at all good to me. Slinking around day and night? Almost getting killed every day?" Leah doesn't find her life so bad. She keeps the house clean and runs errands, and sits quietly with Wolfram when it is her turn to be a meal. She is not beaten or raped. She doesn't live or sleep in a cage. And she knows -- she knows -- what happens to the rebels.

"It's not like you were even alive before the war," Leah argues. "You've just read a bunch of fairy tales." Once upon a time, when humans were free...
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 Posted: Nov 23 2014, 01:43 PM
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True, humans did fall a long time ago, and Morena was not alive when it happened, but she had her history. Fairytales, and tales of humans once enslaved by their own kind who found freedom before the end. Toussaint L’ouverture, Spartacus (despite his failure), and Abraham Lincoln were the names the rebels knew and the examples they admired. “It’s okay,” the girl’s argument was in vain. Her inexperience does not help. “Tell yourself all those pretty things about how I’m wrong, and freedom is a fairy tale, if it helps you sleep at night and relieves you of the guilt.”

Leah has clearly thought about it, has clearly compared her own life to that of rebels before, and had to make the conscious choice to stay as she is, in the peaceful life of a slave. No doubt, never being a rebel, she was brainwashed by her parents—if she had the luck to know them—and certainly by Wolfram to spout those words, to hold those beliefs. Of course, Morena faced her own brainwashing. She had never been a servant, and looking into that life, never found it appealing.

Not to mention, among the rebels she heard her own stories of cruel masters, who spoke of even crueler ones to keep the servants in line. Those servants who did find their way to the ranks of rebels always had plenty of stories along those lines.

Morena reached forward to take the cup of water, leaving the soup where it was. She doesn’t drink immediately, but holds it in her hand. “I’d rather try for my stupid little dream than live your life.” Perhaps in the time when humans had ruled, she would have been one of those rebellious individuals as well, having difficulty with authority figures, or trying to change the government.
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 Posted: Nov 27 2014, 03:22 PM
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The weirded out, confused look appears again. "Why would I feel guilty?" She thinks about it for a few moments, trying to follow Morena's train of thought. "Because I'm not running out to get myself killed?" She makes an irritated, dismissive sound. "No wonder no wants to join you." Not only were the rebels crazy, they were self-righteous. Be willing to die, or you're the enemy too?

Leah waits until Morena finished her cup of water, before she extends her hand to signal for it back. She can fill it again with the pitcher. Deciding that this quarrel is no longer worth her while, she shrugs off the disdain. "Whatever. It's not like your dream is gonna matter anymore, not after Wolfram is finished with you." At the end of it, Leah would be alive and comfortable, and Morena would be dead. Vampires would continue to rule, and humans would continue to be food. Sometimes, the world changed for the worse, and there wasn't enough to change it back.

In the silence, Leah considers telling Morena what happened to her friend. She winces remembering it, and decides not to.
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 Posted: Nov 28 2014, 12:34 AM
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Others joined the rebels. Morena could correct her assumption, note that their numbers did grow, but there was one truth. The rebel numbers weren’t growing enough. There were too many people like this servant. That was a constant problem. Too many people were willing to accept slavery, than risk the chance of death. The dream was only worthwhile if they personally achieved it.

Morena didn’t share that short-term vision. She wanted to see the change, of course, hoped she would, but not to the point of true delusion.

Even so, it wasn’t supposed to be others that died. She finishes the cup in silence, and notes Leah’s motion. ‘What, am I going to escape with a cup?’ Even so, she offers it back to Leah, and has it filled again with water. She accepts it easily enough, and drinks a bit more greedily this time. The pitcher wasn’t empty, after all. “Did he send you here to try and dissuade me?” She asks, sounding almost amused, “You’re rather adamant that I change my view, when it won’t even matter.” There’s a wince, and Morena cants her head, curious as to the cause. Perhaps her guess was accurate. Wolfram would be upset if Morena wasn’t convinced against her views.

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 Posted: Nov 30 2014, 03:13 PM
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Lofty goals were for lofty people, and the majority wasn't very lofty. Lincoln had united the North against the South -- because it would have been economically and nationally disastrous to allow its secession. Dessalines was proclaimed 'Emperor for Life' after his peasant resolution. Historians did not assert that Spartacus intended to end slavery. And even without the cages and the chains, the shackles and the whips, slavery crept on, redressed in petty wages and political powerlessness. There were always vampires, before the literal monsters emerged from the shadows.

Leah looks confused, before she laughs. "No! Why would he do that? I just wanted to talk to you myself." She hesitates, in regards to Morena changing her mind. "Maybe he wouldn't kill you if you changed your mind."

She suddenly looks embarrassed. She refills the cup a third time in silence.
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 Posted: Nov 30 2014, 03:27 PM
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‘You could always pretend.’

It is that quiet voice which had arisen time and time again, one Morena did not like even if it spoke sense now and then. Wolfram had not asked Leah to talk sense into Morena. “No one likes to make martyrs,” a line from a book, or something similar. She never read it all, but remembered the villain ranting about how all those who opposed the government would be brainwashed and not killed.

She never found out if he was successful or not. Morena reaches for the cup again when it is filled, and explains, “It was just odd. I’ve never really interacted with a slave who hadn’t chosen the rebel life before, so I didn’t think one would be so passionate about their way of life. I expected it,” a shrug, “but even so.” One could still feel a sense of surprise from expectations. Perhaps it was more, she had never expected it to be vocalized by a slave, particularly one so young. Now, an eighty year old woman, who had lived it and brought others into the life, she might expect preaching from her, but not some pretty little brunette girl. “Thank you for the water,” the soup had remained untouched. With all the water, Morena wasn’t even sure she wanted the soup anyway.
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 Posted: Dec 7 2014, 08:53 PM
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What Morena says next sounds like a lot of nonsense to Leah. Passionate about her life? Well, she's passionate about staying alive. She's not saying she enjoys servitude, or even that she deserves it, but like many others, Leah has made a risk-benefit assessment of her situation, her chances of escape, and the payoffs and consequences involved. Her chances of successful escape are slim; the rewards sound mostly philosophical, even spiritual. Her life is not so bad here that there would be a marked improvement in living Morena's life. If Leah was abused, perhaps she would feel more strongly about escaping Wolfram's lair -- but she isn't. She doesn't feel strongly. And maybe that is part of Wolfram's little game, and how he manages to keep human servants without fear that they are plotting to murder him. Even if they are -- if they're smart, they won't try.

Leah takes the water cup back, and shuts the cage. She's done talking now. Morena's going to die, but that's not her fault. It's not.

"Bye now." She collects everything back on her tray, and heads up the stairs. The soup she eats herself. Ingrate.

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It is late in the night when Leah reappears again, though Morena probably doesn't know the time. She doesn't come with food, but with a strange collar, made of some pliant, plastic material. It is an inch and a half thick, and looks at least partially electronic.

She crouches by the bars again, and waves the collar through. "Hey. Put this on."

"Wolfram's going to talk to you."
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The brunette seems to have no comment to this idea of her being passionate. No more arguments, no contradictions or agreements. The water is finished, and Leah leaves with it, and the soup. Morena does miss the soup once it is gone, and she leans back against the bars. ‘Wouldn’t have eaten it anyway.’ She tries to tell herself.

Her stomach protests such a thought, and Morena lets out a sigh. She looks over the cage once again when Leah is gone, pulls on one of the bars. Nope. Not that she expected it to be easy. She crawls forward and examines the strange fixture of the fingerprint scanner from as best she can, which isn’t very well. She does not dare to test it, certain it would probably react poorly to her print.

Eventually, Morena examines all that she can and finds that the situation is going to be a bit too difficult to manage. Somehow, she’ll have to figure something out when the door opens, or when that slave girl returns. She drifts back into sleep thinking of just what that might involve and is actually startled awake by the door to the room opening. She does her best to straighten up, though truly straightening up is impossible in the cramped space. Not to mention her legs seemed to have fallen asleep.

A collar is waved through. She reaches for it, but doesn’t immediately put it on. “What is this?” Though she can guess. She’s seen similar collars on others, and that adds to her reluctance to put it on. It’s a visible mark of servitude, albeit of difficult servants, it is still a mark. She wouldn’t be able to take it off herself.
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The collar contains flexible, retractable metal spikes that will impale Morena's cartoid artery if activated. It is an unassuming device to those unfamiliar with it, who might mistake it for a shock collar, or something overall less lethal. The first time Leah saw the collar activated, she vomited on the spot, and was beaten for it.

"It's to make sure you behave." Leah doesn't look very happy about offering it, but her expression is stern. Morena will not be allowed out of the cage without it on. Once the collar is closed, it will require a particular radio frequency to unlock. Broadcasting an incorrect or invalid frequency to the collar is what causes it to activate the spikes, thus deterring the effort of intrepid rebel inventors. One wrong broadcast can result in a horrible death. Leah wonders if it is better for Morena to remain unaware of what is happening in the world upstairs, the world outside this cage here. Maybe Morena's thoughts are very far away, wrapped up in all those political machinations she'd jabbered about. Maybe she's okay with dying, having failed her mission.

No, no one should be that okay with dying. That's just wrong.

"Don't be an idiot." This time, Leah has a better poker face: she won't show that she's concerned. "This will kill you if you do anything stupid."

"Now put it on."

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The collar dangled in her grasp as Leah offers the obvious answer. Morena frowned at that, clearly not satisfied with just that answer. Her silence and lack of movement must have inspired Leah to elaborate a bit, and it causes Morena to laugh. “Did you just tell me not to be an idiot, and then tell me to put on a collar that can kill me?” She spoke with disbelief, since the two ideas seemed contradictory.

“If I refuse to put it on, will he just kill me?” It is a sincere question. “I’d rather talk with him here in the cage if that’s an option.” It probably wasn’t. The idea of the collar wasn’t a good one, but neither was certain death. It was the avoidance of certain death that led her to the cage and the vain hope that she’d get an opportunity to escape, or strike out at Wolfram. She wanted to retain that hope.

She just really didn’t want to retain it while wearing a collar that could kill her. It was wrong in far too many ways, that it made the cage preferable. At least the cage wasn’t a lie. The cage was very honest, the trap clear, her immobility and lack of possibility right before her eyes. The collar was a lie of mobility and possibility. The collar spoke too much of docility for her to like it in the first place, but to know it had the potential to kill made it worse.
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"If you don't put it on, you'll just starve here in this cage, until someone puts it on for you." For being so young, Leah can be incredibly business-like. The things that Morena might seek to argue are the things that have built up her world entirely. If they share nothing else, it is an intimate knowledge of violence and death. This is not a time to make light of it, when Morena's life hangs in the balance every moment. And Leah doesn't think she's capable of persuading Morena to not kill herself: if the woman doesn't possess that basic survival instinct, nothing's going to save her.

Leah rolls her eyes. "Why would he come and talk down here?" She gestures to the bare concrete walls, and the dull yellow lighting. "In this place?" Wolfram is a prince, even amongst vampires. Luxury items are that much harder to come by, considering that the human labor force has been pared down into the world's new delicacy; what Morena saw upstairs should give her a good idea of the creature she tried to kill.

When Morena continues to hesitate, Leah starts to frown. "This could be your only chance to talk to him. If he changes his mind--" She stops again. She's not going to get upset over this stupid woman, she just isn't. If Morena can't follow basic rules -- if she can't show courtesy as a guest, or grace as a prisoner -- well. It's her own funeral, not Leah's.

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Despite it all, Morena was growing to like Leah. She was a cog in the wrong machine, a tool of the enemy, but she was no fan of senseless death. She understood the world in a way that Morena did not, and even if she thought Leah’s understanding of it was wrong on the whole, there were details that were accurate. Morena would be asking too much of Wolfram to bring him down here to talk to her.

True, she did not want to humor Wolfram by going up to see him, either, but there was something interesting in this. Leah’s unfinished sentence suggested she was not walking up there just to be handed off to some other vampire. “Talk?” The word was almost foreign.

Morena didn’t talk to vampires. Ever since Chris had tried to talk to Udimu, when he went to join a less-radical group of vampires, she had considered it a stupid idea. Needless to say, none had returned from the pharaoh alive.

Still, there was a deep fear about the collar. Morena didn’t want it on. She wasn’t certain it would ever come off her throat once it was around it. It was a fate almost worse than death. ‘Almost.’ She repeated the word in her head as she slowly wrapped it around. “I suppose I’ve not much to lose right now.” Not much to gain, either.

It is far too tight to be comfortable, but it allows her to breathe. Morena has to close her eyes and take in a deep breath before admitting, “It’s on.” It feels like betrayal, and her fingers immediately itched to try and rip it off, even if it would be inviting death. Instead, she clenches her hands into fists to keep those pesky fingers from being free to do as they’d like.
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The collar adjusts automatically once it is put on. There are strong magnets in it that align in it and click together, allowing her enough room to breathe, but not so much that she can easily wedge her fingers between the plastic and skin in any attempt to escape. Leah relaxes slightly when Morena gives in; there is no fate worse than death. No matter what people believe, no matter how they feel, there is a way back from the darkest of days, as long as one is alive, and willing to see the world in a new light. But there is never any coming back from death.

And that is one thing that Leah finds foolish about some vampires. In their expansive ennui, they do forget the value of their own lives -- unlives, whatever. If Morena was to ask Leah what the vampires' real weakness was, that is what she would say.

But she isn't asked, and it doesn't occur to Leah to bring it up. Instead, she presses her finger to the print scanner again. This time, the door swings open. Leah reaches in, and extends her hand. "All right, out we go."

They ascend the stone steps, cold and cruel. This time, when Morena sees the house, it is lit up, the lights warm and bright. The house has an antique styling to it, more wood than metal or chrome. From the basement, they exit into a hallway, lit up with bronze wall sconces. Morena's hand still in hers, Leah leads her down the corridor into a study. Most of the walls have been converted to book shelves. In one corner of the room, there's a triad of large computer screens sitting on an L-shaped desk, surrounded by their miscellaneous accessories -- scanners, printers, a mouse, a keyboard. One screen has been switched into a television mode; a vampire newscaster is reporting on possible contamination at a blood farm, and subsequent health advisories.

The man half-turned away from the newscaster is reading something on his tablet. His black hair is still down, but now he's in khaki trousers and a different sweater. If not for his striking paleness and uncanny looks, Wolfram Valentine might pass for Morena's idea of human.

He looks up when Leah opens the door, and nods at a wooden chair set-up at the long-end of the L. "Sit down."

Yes, they will talk.
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