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Stenches of the dungeons are said to be fatal, and if one is imprisoned here, this person may never be seen again. however, it is possible to visit prisoners at any time.

Georg stood in the dungeons looking around as he used a handkerchief to wipe his mouth. Slowly the blood that surrounded his lips came off. He has just finished getting rid of a particularly annoying human that had been poking into his families business. He ran his tongue over his fangs, retrieving the last few drops of blood.

Georg turned as he heard someone speak. They addressed him as Father so it was one of his many sons. Looking he saw it was Felix, the only out of ten that he convicted his queen to let him give his name. "Felix" he said in response to his bow

Georg looked at the body with distaste. "It got close enough." He said a snarl on his lips. Felix did not usually search him or as someone to talk to. "Did you need something?" He asked gruffly.

Georg looked his son back in the eyes, thinking. His gaze often intimidated people and it have him a chance to measure them up and decide what he wanted to say for he was not a rash man, vampire. "You may go," he said after several minutes. "But, you have only two hours then you must be back inside the palace walls. One minute late and...." He let his voice trail off then, imply the different punishments that would be inflicted if he was late.

Georg looked his son over one last time before saying, "Dismissed." He turned back to the body he had drained and then rang a bell for the servants to come dispose of it.

********Meanwhile in the east-end of the dungeons.********

Blue eyes opened weakly to the dimly lit cell, Iris' body was weak and muscles tense from having slept on the concrete floor. 'I'm alive,' she thought silently, choosing to lie there for a few more minutes as he allowed reality to sink in again. The girl relished each living moment, cherishing every breath that entered and escaped her lungs. Iris focused on the feeling of her chest rising and falling slowly, her mind languidly awakening. 'Four days.' It had been four days since she has been in the dungeons for trying to escape. The plan was to find another Shackled girl. If she discovered one she would find safety. 'Safety.' The word seemed so foreign now. Was any place truly safe from harm?

Iris finally sat up and rose to her feet shakily. She stood frozen for a moment or two, listening intently for any sign of the life. Only greeted by silence, she slipping her cloak onto her shoulders and making her way to the door of the cell. Iris reached her hand past the bars and carefully slipped the key she stole into the lock, twisting the tiny metal piece to let her free from the cage. Her free hand grasped one of the metal bars before she as she leaned in to press her face against the cool metal. Iris' eyelids fluttered closed. The temperature of the steel contrasting with the warmth of her flesh reassured that she was still alive.

Silas lead his mother to the dungeon, where he found a new feeder for him, she was beautiful he had to say, with her red hair framing her face, but to him looks never really mattered, it was her blood that intrigued him. When she was in view he dropped his mothers arm and ran quickly to the door. "What are you doing?" He roared. He opened the cage door with lightning speed, and when her body fell he caught it easily.

Jisabell ran after him. The girl was beautiful and her fangs went away. She was too scared to hurt her. She rather not eat. Feasting on a girl this beautiful couldnt make her resist. But she promised herself not to ever touch a girl like that. It may result her sons falling in love and her husband going to kill her sometime around.

Was she out? Was she no longer in the cell? Her eyes fluttered opened when she felt someone's arms around her. She looked up and noticed it was Silas! With the strength she had left running through her veins she shot her body up and managed to slap Silas right across his attractive face. Her emerald blue luminaries narrowed at him. Her hair was streaking down her face, pretty much covering it all up. It was a matted up and tangled for not taking care of it for a a while. Maybe it wasn't the best of ideas to slap a flesh eating monster across the face. But, it sure as hell felt good. Without saying anything. No words managed to escape her mouth. Her eyes were like daggers, looking into his soul.

Silas hardly flinched from the slap. He picked her up, as if she was a twig, and carried her back to the shackles, chaining her once more. He would do anything at the moment to get her to stop looking into his eyes. He had seen the look before, and he didn't like what that reminded him. Once she was chained back up his arrogance flared up. "When trying to escape, you best chance would have been to kick me in the groin sweetheart." He gave a small chuckle and turned back to his mother. "Hungry?" He asked as he crossed his arms over his naked chest.

Arrogance. She didn't hate anything more then arrogance. When he picked her up like she weighed nothing more then a feather, she slammed down hard on his back with her fist. Using all her will-power. He may be prince but he was most definitely no prince of hers. Once her arms and legs were tied up in chain and shackles she flicked her head, getting the stray hairs away that was stuck to her sweaty face. Her blue eyes glaring into his. Cute, having to call his mommy over for a snack. If they were to drink any more of her blood, being in the condition she was in she would surely die. Her heart was pounding fast when she whipped her head over looking at the queen. She hoped and prayed that she wouldn't drink from her.

Jisabell stares at what happened. "No and I won't drink out of her, love." She said sternly. Jisabell didn't want anything to happen. "This girl won't deserve to die Silas, you know me. I dont drink from other woman." She pointed out and went closer to the girl. "I won't drink at all honey." She promised. Jisabell then looked back at Silas. Shirtless again. She made a Tch sound under her breath. Of course she was sometimes mad at her sons for doing this but she didn't promise. Jisabell placed a strand of blonde hair behind her hair. Her eyes glaring from Silas to the shackled girl.

Silas only shrugged and grabbed the girls wrist, "Looking darling, I only need a little, and then I'll leave to find my other... girls." Silas sniffed at her skin, drawing small circles over her skin abstant mindedly. He looked back into her eyes, he thought he could handle the blazing look in her eyes.

Iris let out a sigh of relief when the Queen wasn't going to drink from her. She hated this place. She wanted out. And she attended to get out. She was human after all. If they were just going to let her die in this rotting dungeon. Then the joke is on him. One less Shackle girl to pry on. One less food source for these.. Monsters, disguising themselves to pass as a human. Was a joke. The whole thing just seemed stupid. When Silas grabbed her wrist she pulled back, attempting to kick him away from her with her chained up legs. She wasn't going to let him drink her blood so easily. Just like that. Perhaps, the other shackles allowed it, obeying their prince. But she had no tolerance for it.

"Go to hell you worthless bastard," she said in her thick Bulgarian accent. Her heart was pounding fast.

Silas grabbed the leg while it was still in air, "Ah, ah, ah. You had your chance." When Silas's ears picked up on her heart he only smiled. He pulled on the chains, so she had no room to move. "Iris, I'm going to have fun breaking you." He felt as if though it was his hunger talking, or maybe it was his own lingering pain, all he knew was that his body moved for him. He grabbed her neck in his hands and bit into her neck, he just hoped she wouldn't struggle. Rejecting a bite is the worse pain imaginable.

Iris looked at him. With her cold stare down of hatred. When he moved her legs out of the way she didn't really know what to do at this point. She barely had enough will-power to keep this constant struggle to break free from what was going on. When his face came closer, and closer to her neck her eyes closed shut. She gripped her fingers; tight around the chains. Once his fangs sinked into her skin, like a knife cutting through butter. Her body tensed up, gasping in pain and agony. The shock wave of many pads beating into the earth found its way under her skin and blood veins. The sound was a steady beating drum of her heart, as it seems like the wind that moved through the tree tops had died and was now lifeless, everything seeming to fall to silence. Her body soon loosened up, becoming limp, her pulse started to slow down.

Ella sat with her back to the cold wall. Her wavy brown hair fell over her shoulders and she sighed. This place was nothing like she expected, she just hoped her family was alright.

Jisabell looked at the poor girl with terror and looked at the other wall walking away from this mess. She stared at the girl and went over to her. "My son's here better not let him feast on you dear." She warned and looked over at Silas and the limp girl. "Whats your name? I'm Jisabell." The queen said in a whisper enough for her to hear.

((Is she talking to Ella?))

((yeah))

Jisabell sighs. "I have to go.." She said standing up and leaving the dungeons. Jisabell tried to leave quietly without Silas noticing. She stared at the red-head and back the brunette. "Be safe." Her last words didn't mean anything to her. Maybe she would let her son, Felix drink.

Ella bit her lip, "thank you...." She whispered even though her voice was to low to be heard. She looked at the red haired girl and prayed that wouldn't happen to her. She pulled on her shackle but only felt pain when the steal dug into her flesh.

Ella watched the guy and wondered is he was a prince too. She didn't really know what all the princes' looked like. She looked at the limp girl again.

Silas stop! The thought echoed through his mind. His body stiffened and his mouth released it's hold on her neck. When Silas saw the state she was in, he had a flash if memory, of it being Elise. "No." He whispered. He looked over to see his mother talking to another women. He turned back to iris. I shouldn't have taken so much blood, he thought. He suddenly removed her shackles, and held her in his arms. She needed food, and fast.

((dramtic!!!))

((XD I had to I cooperate the late Elise ;) ))

Was this what it felt like to die? To have no strength? She felt, completely and utterly helpless to push through and help save herself. Her red hair was all matted upon her cheeks, due to her strained and sweaty body. Her eyes opened weakly, looking at the other girl, her eyes gave her sympathy and sorrow. No woman should be down here, used as a feeding source. She was alive. Yes, not dead yet. When she felt the chains and shackles tug on her, breaking her free from their tight grasp, she collapsed right on Silas. Her wrist and ankles were red and swollen from the tight chains. What was this? Did the monster suddenly have a change in heart? When she felt his cold body against hers, she quickly used the rest of her stamina to reject herself away from him, pressing her body against the wall, trying to get as far away from him as she could. Her body was trembling. Her eyes still looking at him like they were daggers. "What.. What are you doing?" She asked.

Silas held onto her easily, but he didn't use his strength to force her back into his arms. "I shouldn't have done that. You've lost to
Much blood, and you need food." He laid her head gently on his bicep and walked to the gates. "Mother, I need to get her some food." He didn't wait for a reply as he opened the gate, and closed it behind him. He knew it was risky, because his mother always felt bad for the shackled and had been known to help them escape, but that thought was far from his mind, as he headed toward his room, where he knew servants would lerk.

((Wait is he taking her to his room or getting food and coming back?))

((His room, he's going to make the servants get her food.)?

((Okay! I'll post soon just need to go and give my dog a walk. ))

((Do you want me to post in his room?))

((If you want to.))

Emma sighed from where she sat. She was a bit bored...

((I've written like three posts before this, but okay XD))

Emmy rested her head against the cold wall. Maybe she'd have a little nap or something? She closed her eyes and thought about her family, she hoped they'd be okay. There wasn't much she could do if they weren't, though.

Ella's eyes opened and she looked at the monster in front of her, "why would I do that? I'm not here for your entertainment! I am only food to you," she spat out at him. She didn't pull on her shackles or resist at all. She knew it was useless. She was trapped.

She rolled her chocolate eyes at him, "I saw what that other prince did to that girl. He devoured her. I'm just food with a personality to you," she stood angrily. She knew he was stronger and faster then her, but she refused to go down without a fight.

She looked his face over confused then slapped his hand away, "don't touch me," she hissed. She didn't take her eyes off him. She watched his every move, each one looked swift and easy to make.

Emma stiffened. Her chest tightened at the feel of his breath on her ear. She'd be lying if she said he didn't make her feel different. That was why she had tyres so hard to get his attention in the first place. She took a shaky breath and ignored his question, "will it hurt?" Her voice was small and weak.

Emma chocked on a scream and grabbed boastfully of his cloths. She tried her hardest not to move or whimper. Tears of pain filled her eyes and she prayed that today wouldn't be the day she died. She could feel his sharp fangs in her neck and she started to feel light headed.

John made the long journey down into that part of the castle which he detested most. The dungeons represented every part of his family that he disdained. As he entered, barefeet on the cold floor, he shivered, and for a second reason. He saw his brother draining a human. He looked to be enjoying it. She looked terrified. He would have talked to his brother, but there was little point, and he had other business to attend to. He looked at the other prisoners in their cells, and he pitied them. But they could be useful to him, he knew.

Livia sat in the corner of the room and staring at the other girls. She mumbled stuff to herself and traced patterns on the floor. Livia was innocent at least but she was trapped. Shackles on her feet intead of hands. Odd but she saw a guy looking around. She caught his eye and she froze in place.

John's eyes met those of a girl in the corner. That girl's hand traced spirals on the floor. He approached her, wondering if she would be what he was looking for. "Why are you here?" he asked.

Livia looked away from his eyes, "I have no reason." She sighed. Her hands stopped and she started to do it again on the cold icy floor. Livia was just ignorant this time around. She couldn't be here if it wasn't for her bad thoughts.

He heard her answer, and it confused him greatly. "No-one is truly innocent," he replied slowly. "What are you innocent of?" He phrased the question, trying to figure out what she was bound for supposedly having done.

"Fine, trickery...trying to provide for my family." Livia looked at the design. She brushed it away and met his eyes. Livia brushed away her bangs and continued to draw patterns on the ground. "Your a prince, i'm a shackled, my life isn't important to you." She murmured.

"I can't be everywhere at once, and you have eyes and ears and a mouth. That could make you very important to me indeed. To my brother," he looked across pointedly at Felix, "you would mean nothing. But to me, you would be part of my web. You would listen and look, and look and listen, and make sure I know what happens in here. In return..." John looked back at Felix, "I'll make sure that never happens to you. Unless you want it to, in which case, decline my offer."

"I don't want to die early, but its the only case. I'm unclaimed, he might claim me." Livia intended. Since she landed here, she lost everything. Tired and hungry she wouldn't want to miss anything. Living life to the fullest is her wish.

"So, what to my offer? Will you be my eyes and ears in the dungeons?"