*Dorien paced back and forth in his cell. He was raveniously thirsty; Fawne hadn't brought him anything lately. And now that she was back at school he'd had no company. Even the tests on him were begging to subside. He needed out and that was it. There was no other option. And he was willing to do about anything to get his way. Dorien's black eyes flashed around the cell as he thought. He didn't have anything to work with.....but he had to get out.

The sound of footsteps in the corridor stopped him dead in his tracks*

The footsteps were those of Flame Lestrange, unknowngly entering the beasts lair, for she rarely wen anywhere in the house but to see her master. She seemed to have lost what cheeriness she had had, though that had been little anyway. The glare in her eye was colder, more purposeful. Her voice had taken a more powerful tone. It all came with the power she had found within herself which, though she tried to fight it back, was controlling her.

Upon seeing Dorien eyes narrowed and she flicked the black strand of hair which had fell across pale features back into place. She said nothing but stood there with a cold, hating smirk across her facade.

*Dorien stared back, his pale skin standing out dramatically against the dark walls of the chamber* "Did your little master send you here to do his bidding?" *He spat, wishing nothing more than to snap her neck. It would be so simple....humans were so weak compared to vampires......Dorien was disgusted for thinking it, but he thought that he could hear her heart pounding due to his intense thirst.*

Flame looked at him and shook her head, she was being honest, she hadn't been sent here. "He didn't. If he had I'd be on the verge of trying to kill you now." she told him. "I'm not going to hurt you, as much as I sometimes want to." with that she walked further into the room, though being careful to stay a safe distance from the vampire, and sat down. She reached into her bag to grab a smaller bag which seemed to wriggle as she grabbed it. Live mie, those she used to feed her eagle owl, Haribo with, were in that bag. That were good to fiddle with when she got bored. She grabbed one from the many in the bag and quickly closed the bag again, keeping the others trapped. She sat there, playing with the mouse, and as she glanced at Dorien could have sworn she saw a murderous glint in his eye, quickly followed by a look of disgust. "Something wrong?" she snapped at him.

ooc: That was godding a little....don't sweat it, but just keep it in mind.

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*Dorien stood in the center of the cell and watched her from behind the bars. He watched the mouse, the hunger even more intense. The thought of food being so close to him made him almost feel sick.* "No." *He said quietly, not looking at her. Dorien didn't mean to let it show how hungry he was, but it was hard to hide. Finally he tore his eyes away from the rodent and looked at her.* "You're just a silly little girl.....you couldn't kill me if you tried." *HIs voice was still soft, as if he was too worn to have the same bute, for lack of a better word, that he had had towards her directly after his capture. Dorien stepped back from her and closed his eyes as he took a slow, deep breath as he tried to calm his nerves. Dorien opened his eyes again, still the flat harsh black from before.*

((I was saying she sat down when he was thinking of snapping her neck... maybe i should have made that more clear))

She carried on playing with her mouse, letting it try and run away and then catching it at the last minute. She watched his face, enjoying seeing him suffer. She could see his hunger. She moved closer, mouse clutched in her hand. "You want this?" she asked. "Persuade me, and I might give you some."

ooc: ooooooh ok. right. sorry. my bad.

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"Are you asking me to beg for it?" *He asked, his voice muted and smooth, but intense all at once. He started foward towards the bars that seperated them. He grasped the magic-proof bars (which kept him from bending them apart and escaping) in his cold white hands. Dorien wore a strange smile to cover up the hunger as he looked at her, forcing himself to ignore the mouse*