I'll Still Trust You ::Emily::

[Tristian "Mad Hatter" Sparrow]

- - - - - - ’cause our lives are

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Tristian slid out of the limousine as soon as the driver opened his door. "Thanks ever so much, Crispin." He grinned at the man and waited for Emily to get out as well, not too worried about her running off.

As soon as she came out, Tristian walked next to her, giving her some room. He didn't want to seem like a bad guy even moreso in her eyes than what was apparently already thought up. He shook his head at the very thought, confused and unsure of how to prove to her he was telling the truth.

Tristian grabbed his keys and flipped it over to the right one, staying silent for the time being. He just couldn't figure out what to say to the woman. He shook his head again as he opened the door and turned to her finally. "After you, Miss Swann." He gave her a small smile, hoping it would loosen her tension.

As soon as they were both inside, Tristian locked the door again, out of habit, and walked into the bathroom. A few minutes later and he came out, fully shaved. He glanced around the mansion, and heard his horses calling from outside, wanting him to come play. "Well, if you would like, we can spend some time with the horses. If not, you can do whatever you'd like around the house."

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L I K E- -I T ’ S- -A- -M O V I E[/font]

STATUS, Complete
TAGGED, Emily Swann
WORDS, Do I have to?
MUSE, "I'm a Survivor" by Reba McEntire
NOTES, This was horrible! [/size][/color]

i come alive with you

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whadduuup! well, this template was made by monica !
at caution to the wind. if you take off this credit then i
won’t hesitate to send my pack of mutant ninja turtles
to attack you with blunt sporks :3 either that or i’ll go
all anikan skywalker on your ass. lyrics from the song
“legends” by madina lake. check them out, they=love.[/font][/right][/color]

[Emily Adair Swann]

Emily Adair Swann did not want to move so much as an inch away from her seat. She felt as if her body were super glued to the very material of it, as if she too, were a part of the car. Her eyes watched as he slipped out of the vehicle and thanked the driver. Still, she made no effort to move from her current position. After a few initial moments of hesitation, she slowly slipped out of her seat and out of the vehicle, hearing the door shut quietly behind her. She silently turned her head to eye the vehicle, as if she wanted more than anything to crawl back within it's depths. Of course...that wasn't possible and the only thing she could do now was follow her new Master. This was not on her to do list today.

Naturally, he was right not worry about her running away. As much as she didn't want to follow him, as much as she didn't want to be there, running away never even crossed her mind. Instead, she sighed in defeat and walked, one foot in front of the other. He was nearby, that much she could tell, though not close enough to touch her or anything. She had her eyes glued to the ground, her head lowered and her hair falling to cover her face. Each step was slow, deliberatly, of course. She wasn't in a hurry to reach her destination and wanted more than anything to make the travel to the door as slow as possible. Her arms were still folded across her chest as she made her way slowly to her unwanted destination.

Emily sighed the moment they reached the door. Her ears picked up the sound of the keys and she tried not to remember what was happening. She didn't want to be here...she wanted everything to be normal again. She raised her eyebrows the moment his words hit her brain, and she found herself nodding despite herself. With a quick, but graceful motion, she was threw the door. Her eyes still glued to the ground, she didn't bother to observe her new home. However, for a moment she allowed her eyes to travel to his face, which she noticed a small smile lay upon those features. She attempted to offer her own right back, but felt she failed in the attempt and lowered her gaze once more. Well, wasn't this interesting?

"Thank you." She murmered in response.

She felt more trapped the moment she heard the door being locked, not that she was going to protest. Besides, she was used to doors being locked by now. At least it wasn't the sound of a cage being locked on her. She blinked several times when she noticed he was gone. She stared at the ground, unsure of what to do. She clasped her hands together and stayed rooted in the same spot. Within a few minutes, she saw him come out of the room, her eyes slowly lifting to notice he'd shaven. Taking notice of that, she again lowered her head. She heard the sound of the animals outside, and when he spoke, a part of her very much wanted to see them...the other part, well didn't. She didn't know what to do with herself and was obviously frusterated that she was being made to choose, and not having him tell her. He seemed dead set on making things difficult for her.

"I-I don't know." She muttered.

TAG: Tristian
WORDS: Lazzzzzzzzy
MUSE: none
LYRICS: Rehab - rihanna
CREDIT: S P O O N ! ?
thanks to millie of Caution for the picture

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[Tristian "Mad Hatter" Sparrow]

- - - - - - ’cause our lives are

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going up in flames ! - - - - - -[/font][/center]

Tristian shifted once again from one foot to the other, not knowing how to go about this conversation. She seemed so shy, looking at the floor like that, and it made him wonder what she had to go through. He watched her for a couple moments. He watched as her hair gracefully hid her face, her emotions that may have decided to show themselves.

Finally Tristian stood tall again, his eyes wishing they could look into hers, but to no avail. "You're welcome." Though, he didn't know why he was being thanked. He glanced around the house, wondering what to do now.

"Well, you could read some books here, watch a movie, go online, go horseback riding, or whatever else you can find if you wanted." He gave her a soft smile and tilted his head ever so slightly.

Tristian looked a little confused when she had said that she didn't know. "You don't know? Okay, well, do you like horses? You can come see them, if you'd like. I'm leaving the choice up to you." He sent another smile her direction.

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L I K E- -I T ’ S- -A- -M O V I E[/font]

STATUS, Complete
TAGGED, Emily Swann
WORDS, Do I have to?
MUSE, Yours to Hold by Skillet
NOTES, This was horrible! [/size][/color]

i come alive with you

[/font][/size][/i]
whadduuup! well, this template was made by monica !
at caution to the wind. if you take off this credit then i
won’t hesitate to send my pack of mutant ninja turtles
to attack you with blunt sporks :3 either that or i’ll go
all anikan skywalker on your ass. lyrics from the song
“legends” by madina lake. check them out, they=love.[/font][/right][/color]

[Emily Adair Swann]

Emily Adair Swann offered him a small smile before she allowed her eyes to wander the place. Despite the wandering, she barely lay her eyes on something long enough to note it. Nervous. It was the best description of her current emotions, though she felt the word wasn't strong enough to fully describe how she felt. Being an empath she would know. Some emotions didn't even have a word, not one that actually fit the emotion's description. Actually, the woman wanted everything to stop, let her catch up. Right now she felt as if she were caught in strong waves that pulled her down to the ocean's bottom. There was no time to catch her breath, to adjust to these new and strange settings. Didn't this man understand he was doing more harm than good? Her brain paused the instant she questioned that to herself. That was it. He wasn't so very different from other Masters. He wanted her to suffer. She bit down on her bottom lip, dismissing the thought. Emotions did not lie; she'd felt his hand and felt that gentle caress that was his emotions.

Listening, that's what she knew. Listening and obeying. That's why she listened as the man spoke, detaling the things she could do. Still, it felt much more like a hot iron being pressed against her chest. She felt held in, hurt. No, she couldn't, wouldn't do things on her own. Now she was certain she would be spending most of her time in this house in a bedroom; rather than anything else. Emily considered, a part of the reason she felt she had to listen and obey to survive, may be in memory of her family. Her mother and sister, she knew, barely had much life. They died as slaves, with no freedom. While they died, she was turned and made to live forever. To her, over the years, it felt more reasonable to always remain in the same position. Never did she want to live in a way different from her mother and sister. They deserved to be free more than she ever had and they died because of her. No, she was bound and determined to remain a slave. It would be wrong to have any freedom when they never had any.

"Well, I won't be doing anything, then." She countered, her mind made up.

Finally, she raised her eyes to meet his. The question he made sound so simple, when to be honest she had never really set eyes on a horse. Now, she knew about them, of course. Whenever she could she tried to find time to read. There were lots of books with horses in them. However, she had been a slave and the only time she may have seen horeses was as a child growing up. Not all of her human memories were crystal clear. Vampires had no need to have horses, or at least none of the vampires she knew, Obviously, he was different from any other person she'd run into. Her features turned to a grimace the moment she heard those words drip from his mouth like poison. The choice was not up to her. Would never be up to her. Why on earth was this so hard to understand? This man, her new Master, was making everything so much more difficult than it had to be.

"I don't want a choice." She mumbled.

TAG: Tristian
WORDS: Lazzzzzzzzy
MUSE: none
LYRICS: Rehab - rihanna
CREDIT: S P O O N ! ?
thanks to millie of Caution for the picture

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[Tristian "Mad Hatter" Sparrow]

- - - - - - ’cause our lives are

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going up in flames ! - - - - - -[/font][/center]

Tristian "Mad Hatter" Kahuna Sparrow didn't really know what he wanted to think about his new slave. Slave. Such a vile word. He shuddered at the very thought of being one and yet, here he was buying a slave. He was a hypocrite. His chocolate brown eyes looked sad for a moment, as he looked at the ground; he didn't want to be hypocritical. He knew he would be much better off if he were nonexistant to the world right now. However, that was not to be, and he had to deal with what was going on.

Emily didn't know what she wanted to do, and that caused Tristian to blink. He wondered what she had to live through in her years of life, but he didn't ask. Instead, he offered out his hand. "Well, why don't we go see to the horses then, and then you can decide what you want to do after that?"

Then she said something about not wanting a choice. Tristian turned towards her again, a confused look on his face. "You don't want a choice? I can't make those for you, I'm not heartless like the rest of the world seems to be. I'm not going to order you around. You're not a slave to me, you're a friend. Why would I think you a slave if I consider you a friend?"

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L I K E- -I T ’ S- -A- -M O V I E[/font]

STATUS, Complete
TAGGED, Emily Swann
WORDS, Do I have to?
MUSE, Yours to Hold by Skillet
NOTES, This was horrible! And really short. I'm sorry. *sad face* [/size][/color]

i come alive with you

[/font][/size][/i]
whadduuup! well, this template was made by monica !
at caution to the wind. if you take off this credit then i
won’t hesitate to send my pack of mutant ninja turtles
to attack you with blunt sporks :3 either that or i’ll go
all anikan skywalker on your ass. lyrics from the song
“legends” by madina lake. check them out, they=love.[/font][/right][/color]

[Emily Adair Swann]

Emily Adair Swann was uncomfortable to say the least. She didn't know what to think about her new Master; he was different and she was sure that for many other slaves he would have been different in a good way. However, for Emily it wasn't. Since she halfheartedly blamed herself for her sister's rape and her and her mother's death, she fully accepted the mistreatment of slavery. Now, with a Master who didn't actually want the position life handed him...well, it should be obvious the female would be uncomfortable. Never once in her entire lifetime had she ever considered the possibility that she'd be owned by a decent man. Especially with all the guards words. With her vampire's hearing, it wasn't hard to hear most of their conversations. If it wasn't her vampire powers and age, they would have fully expected her to be sold off quickly and not to a kind Master either. However, perhaps it was due to her vampire's curse that she took time to be sold off and landed in the care of none other than Tristian Kahuna Sparrow; the kindest Master she'd ever heard of. It made...no sense to the girl who expected the rest of her unlife to be horrible and fully deserved it. Still, she wasn't the sort to outright say something against a Master's wishes. Too many years of training, that was enough to make the girl silent no matter what was expected of her. Not knowing what else to do, she shifted her attention back to the floor in a way to ease that discomfort. Life really wasn't how she expected it to be.

Staring at his hand, she bit down on her bottom lip to contemplate the situation. Her eyes blinked several times, glancing up to his face to his hand, obvious puzzlement on her soft features. A look of uncertainty stained her. After a few moments, she simply gave in and placed her hand delicately into his. Well, it wasn't an order, but at least she wasn't completely forced to make her own choice. This man made no sense. It wasn't the worst thing he could do to someone. With all reasoning in place, she barely suffered compared to her sister. Her sister...she had never been the same after that man had gotten a hold of her. She closed her eyes, lost in the images of the past. At nights, she would be woken by her sister's screams. Her obvious feral fear due to the man's horrid rape caused her to be mistreated by both Masters and guards alike. She had never known another slave to go through as much as her sister had. Being a slave, the girl never had a chance to get over it. Just when the waters seemed to be calming in her sister's life, they met that man again, angry with Emily, he murdered her sister ruthlessly, doing the same with her mother. She had accepted death when it was her turn, but he didn't do anything but turn her, to live the rest of her life out with the memory of her sister burned in. He didn't even keep her like another vampire might, he left her alone. She didn't complain; after watching what took place, there was no way she could let it down. She deserved everything bad that slavery threw at her, so why on earth was she stuck with a kind man who didn't want to be a Master? She shouldn't belong to him, but to a cruel man.

"Okay...." She murmured.

With his words, she could do nothing more than to shake her head. She didn't deserve a choice, and really, she didn't any choices. It felt...awkward having to make decisions for herself. It may make her strange, but even if she convinced herself it was purely out of those intentions for her sister, she didn't fully mind being a slave. It wasn't as miserable as she often made it out to be. Sure, some of it wasn't all that glamorous and some people may spew on how much better life would be like if they were all freedom...but she didn't see the glory in it all. She was rather aware she wasn't the sort of person who would make the best choices in the world. She didn't mind being ordered around, no matter what some may think. It wasn't that bad. Sure, her Master seemed to be stubborn and he was likely to not treat her like a slave, it made no sense. There was no reason not to...he had a more willing slave than he could have imagined. Despite those thoughts, it was still for her sister. She eyed him then, unsure of what to do or what to say. This man, he didn't understand everything. It wasn't all black and white; good and bad. She didn't make a whole lot of sense and the girl knew how different she was from everyone else. However, she lived like this more out of choice than anything else. She didn't really know it, but the day her sister and mother died was the day she changed. She wasn't the same girl who'd grown to love her family, she had to learn to live a different life, without them anywhere around. She accepted it.

"You wouldn't be heartless...that's if you order someone against their will." She pointed out evenly. "You wouldn't want that...I have a bad habit...of, well things like that don't end well."

TAG: Tristian
WORDS: Lazzzzzzzzy
MUSE: none
LYRICS: Rehab - rihanna
CREDIT: S P O O N ! ?
thanks to millie of Caution for the picture

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