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In order to keep the humans clueless on what life was like before it changed so drastically, the Supernatural keep the library old. The books are outdated and the room itself is in poor condition.

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Amadeus walked into the library, his thoughts and feelings unreadable, untouchable beneath a mask of cold calmality. There was no sign of weariness in his expression, his face was lacking of that fearful tiredness most other humans carried, a certain hollowness to their eyes. No, Amadeus eyes were instead completely apathetic of everything, with a harsh coldness to them. His eyes looked over the room without a sign of compassion, for the scene before him represented many things to him in more then one way. It showed the bleakness of humanity, it symbolically showed the ruins of all that they had ever worked for. The books, they were part of Amadeus past, his childhood, a place that seemed distant and far away. Yet, there was no sentimentality in his eyes, there remained leveled and void of any noticeable reactions to the sight before him. Amadeus kicked aside an old book that was in his path, laying on the ground collection dust.

Saliith stood at the point farthest from the entrance, an old, rugged book opened in her hands. The pages were severely water damaged, and the edges of the cover were frayed. Unlike most Supernaturals, the vampire found human history interesting. Wars, deaths, and even the fairy tales. She lightly flipped through the pages, the ink of the words smeared and barely readable. There were a few notable words, and she guessed this was some sort of adventure book. She gently closed the book to prevent dust from erupting into the air. She slid it back into the book shelf, fitting it snugly. She began to browse through the books once again when footsteps echoed and reverberated off the stone walls. She quickly turned her cat-like gaze on the figure who entered, narrowing her eyes against the dim light. A human, she thought lightly, brushing dust from her shirt.

Amadeus found the Vampire's gaze landing upon him, whether he was surprised by her appearance or not, he did not show it. Amadeus's eyes recognized the book she had just put away, in fact was probably familiar with most of these books. It didn't matter the subject, they were the bedtime stories his parents read to him as a child. Amadeus thought back to them in disgust, they were fools and that is why they died. Amadeus said nothing and just stood their, his posture always kept in perfection. He preferred not to speak, he found little reason to, neither to humans nor the supernaturals, so he only spoke when spoken to.

Saliith folded her arms loosely across her ribs. "Hello," She said rather loudly, a subtle smile playing on her rosy red lips. Most humans found that the Supernatural would cuss or lash out at them, but this one had no fear of the vampire. Nor anger, or even happiness. Plainly nothing. She briefly pondered the question why and simply came to the conclusion that his spirit had been broken.

It was not quite what it appeared to be, Amadeus was not some new horse that they broke in. It was long before he was taken here that he had been made this way, in truth he held such an immense amount of hatred and pure unadulterated loathing for the world that it had become numbing and making him apathetic. Amadeus did not care for either the humans nor the supernaturals, for all he cared they could both rot in hell. Yet he was diligent at what he did, and completed any task with perfection and without hesitation.

"Greetings Mistress of the Night." Amadeus did a small bow, his words were referring to her as a vampire. He might not speak so very much, but every word was always chosen with elegance.

Stella was wandering through the halls in the back, her intellectual golden eyes surveying title after title in the dim light. She heard distant voices in the room somewhere, her ears told her far from the point she was at, slightly to the left. She smiled sadly as she saw a book she recognized, sliding it off the shelf and clearing her throat at the emotion and dust that came with the faded purple-bound book written in an ages lost language. She opened the front cover and saw in the yellowing page, her name scrawleed authorally in a quill pen and dark ink that had once been new, now lost and gone, sitting on the page of forgotten volumes. She closed it and slid it back into the proper place, seeing the worn golden letters shining on the spine and grinning to herself.

Saliith returned it with a hesitant nod. This slave was one of the few who didn't coward, or rebel. He just simply seemed to accept that he would be held at the castle for the rest of his life. The light clop of a closing book made her glance back. She hadn't thought the Library to be this full, even with only three people. The rows of books were often empty, and the ground was normally covered in a fine layer of dust. She had come here for solitude, not to socialize.

Just a slight bit, barely noticeable, the eyebrow on Amadeus's face did arch. That a vampire would merely respond with a nod. It was true though, sometimes his demeanor seemed to catch them off guard, it was unexpected that a human servant would be such. Amadeus did not inquire about it but merely continued to say,"Anything I can do for you, Madame?"

((......... Stella's still here. :)))

(( Then do something! ))

((OK!))

Stella continued to wander the halls of the dim library. Her grin had gone now, it had left when she had closed the book and returned it to its place on the shelf, where it would most likely be kept for another century or few. She now was strolling slower, with nothing else to do but sit idle in her room or pace around ordering pathetic humans or lesser supernaturals to do her bidding.