New Blood

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Lilith: I hope I don't fall below expectations!

Chapter 2: Meet the Gang

.:Trick:.

As soon as the 'Bloods phased into existence, Trick began screaming and struggling to get free.

“Addy! Shut 'im up, will you? He's givin' me a bloody 'eadache.”

The formerly captive red-head said as he glared at the bronze-haired female.

“Why don't you shut your mouth Dozma!? I don't see you holding on to him. And my name is Adellia. Not Addy, not Lia, Adellia.”

She shot back, narrowing her eyes at the mouthy red-head. None the less, she tossed Trick to the ground and held her claws to his throat.

“You will be silent or I shall liberate you of your vocal chords via my hands tearing out your trachea. Understand little pet?”

Trick's eyes widened dramatically as he stuttered out a quiet, “Yes.”
Adellia sneered at him but withdrew her claws. She backed up, still keeping an eye on Trick as she turned slightly to survey the austerely decorated sitting room with it's colorful rug and sensible furniture; then to regard Dozma and the slight white-haired Taerin.

“I want answers. How did your little altercation start and why did the human and that little waste of space interfere?”

Dozma was rebelliously silent, so Taerin sighed and began to explain.

“We were casing that 'humans only' bank like you told us when these jumped-up street punks sauntered up to us. They said, “Hey. What are you animals doing out of your cages without your collars?” Doz huffed and said, “What are you filthy brats doing without your wet nurses? Idiots like [them] shouldn't be allowed to spread their stupid.” Of course they took offense and told us to meet in the abandoned square behind the parking garage at 1 'o clock.

“Doz insisted we couldn't take this blow to our pride as New Bloods, so we had to show. Doz had been fighting with their leader for maybe four- five minutes before that muscley guy appeared and broke up their scuffle-”

“Tae! Don't call is a 'scuffle.' That makes it sound childish and unnecessary.”

“Well it seems pretty childish and unnecessary now, Doz!”

“Enough! Taerin-finish your account. Doz-shut up.”

“Anyway, like I was sayin', the big guy came and started lecturing Doz and that human. Then you showed up with that guy over there, and you know the rest.”

“Well, at least nothing too serious happened,” Adellia glanced back at the subdued Trick. “ We may even profit from this affair.”

“What affair?”

Everyone in the room turned toward the figure in the doorway. Thigh-length black and blue hair fell in waves around his body. Steely indigo eyes seemed to be staring them all down at once. He shifted to the other leg, red leather pants and jacket creaking as he moved.

“Adellia, what affair?”

“Septima- er, Boss! Um, there was a bit of trouble on the scouting mission, but I think the gains outweigh any perceived failures. Just look over there! Take a look at our prize. Hawking his jewelry alone could pay for a year's supply of food and water. Or at least a decent amount of artillery.”

Adellia nervously licked her lips while Septima meandered over to the trembling boy laying on the Oriental rug. At the intimidating 'Blood's approach, Trick began to actually shake and he let out a small whimper.

“Please! You can have my jewelry. I just want to go home. Please, let me go!”

Trick began to cry in earnest. Septima knelt next to Trick and reached out to stroke his hair. Trick flinched away and looked at the Boss with slightly wild eyes. Septima reached out again and gently grasped Trick's arm with one hand so the other could run through green bangs.

“Tell me: What would you do if we were to let you go? Would you immediately call your human keeper to come whisk you away from the big bad world? Maybe cry more and receive tender, loving pampering in return. Are you content to spend your life as a slave to the whims of whoever owns you?”

“Yes, I would. At least to most of it. I wouldn't cry, not once I was home. Why is serving my mistress so bad? What's wrong with obedience?”

Trick tilted his head in inquiry, his tears slowing to a drop now and then. Septima's neutral expression turned to a sneer of disgust.

“What's wrong with obedience? With servitude? Everything's wrong! Why should we, a race far superior to humans slave away for them just because we are different? Why must we be controlled like rabid beasts? And to think that we were created from the best 'stock' humanity had to offer. You do not see it because you are sheltered and seem to have a kind mistress so you have not suffered like so many of our brothers and sisters.

“No, I don't think you will be returned to your enslaver. You will learn that the world is not black and white, but infinite shades of gray. Now, for the plunge into awareness. We are the 'terrible menace', the 'Bloods Rebellion. No one in our organization gets by with doing nothing. Everyone must contribute or they are 'dealt with'. All our members have to work their way to the top. It provides integrity.”

Septima said this with a decidedly sinister grin.

“So basically, you have two choices. You can become a maid, or you can become a prostitute. They are the lowest of the low and will hopefully mold you into a suitable mind frame about our position. Perhaps to the point of wishing to have the training necessary for partaking in our campaign of 'mortal retribution. What shall it be, pampered little pet?”

Trick sat in shock, trying to absorb the fact that he'd never see Madame again, nor would he live in the mansion or shop with Tim. And, to top it all off, he had to choose between becoming the degraded thing of sex or cleaning up after everyone without complaint nor opinion. He suddenly glared angrily at Septima.

“How am I supposed to make such a sudden choice about something of that importance right now? I've been kidnapped and threatened, not to mention I'm told I'll never see my home again! And yet I have to decide my fate right now?!”

“Many situations in life require split second decisions that have heavy consequences should the correct solution not be decided upon. Surely you can make such a simple decision.”

Septima raised a delicately arched eyebrow at the angry boy before him. Trick huffed and looked away.

“Fine! I'd rather be a maid than a prostitute.”

The others' laughter was quickly silenced with a sharp gesture from Septima.

“Very well then. Your fate has been decided. There is no going back.”

Trick nervously wrung his hands.

“Was that wrong?”

“Only time and experience will tell you that.”

Septima stood up and turned to Taerin.

“Tae, retrieve the proper clothing for our new maid. Call in Aiki as well. She is suitable for showing or newest little member his place. Oh, how forgetful of me, what is your name?”

“Trick.”

“Ah yes, Trick. Quickly now Tae.”

“Yes, sir!”

Tae eagerly sprinted out of the room, ignoring Dozma's 'suck up' comment. Septima turned once again to Trick.

“Now, our spoils.”

Trick squeaked out a 'what!?' just before Septima began removing his jewelry. He started to panic when Septima began removing Trick's clothes. Trick struggled to shield his modesty when he was entirely naked but for his collar. After piling the clothes and jewelry to the side, he fixed the collar with an annoyed stare.

“That's a nasty piece of work you've got 'round your throat. We'll have to leave it until Reanth can come and deal with it. I don't suppose you know what your ability is, do you?”

“No. My collar's never been off long enough for my powers to seek an outlet. Can I please have some clothes?”

“It's as I surmised. Your clothes are coming. They will come with Tae and Ai.”


.:Tim/Madame Milly:.

“I swear, I've searched high and low- called in numerous favors, but Trick is nowhere to be found. Either he's dead, wandering about lost somewhere, or the people who took him are so badass that my contacts are afraid to reveal anything about them. In case of the last instance, we are royally fucked.”

Tim slumped tiredly in the chair across the desk from Madame Milly and ran his hands through what hair his buzz-cut left him. Milly looked just as haggard.

“I have a bad feeling about this, Tim. I suppose all we can do now is wait for his jewelry, or at least, bits of it to surface on some fence and trace back to it's source. I hope he is okay; for my sake, for my entire family's well being.”

Milly swiveled her chair to look out the vast window in her office. Her eyes didn't take in the tranquil scenery, instead her eyes beheld the ominous future in store for her blood should she fail to honor the pact. She had to get that 'Blood back.


((TBC))

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