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"What the hell are you doing, Dan?" he thought to himself. Did he know how much trouble he could get in for doing this? Yes. Did he care? Not really. And those were the only thoughts he had on that matter. Her words questioned him. Was he ready? ...Of course. He'd been deprived of affection and love long enough. Too long. And, afterall, he was a boy. His mind screamed at him to stop, but his body carried out the actions without consent of his brain. Forgetting all about the food, he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom, laying her gently down on the bed. Then fade.

Dan had been asleep until she laid her lips on his. It was like Sleeping Beauty or Snow White, though reversed, and his eyes fluttered open. He gave a small smile, his whole face a little puffy from sleeping. Usually, nothing could wake him up. Though probably because all those other things weren't as important as this.

For Angel~

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Name: Alaska Young

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Personality: x

History: x

Lovers: x

Supernatural or Human slave?: Human

Sexual Prefrence: Straight

Looks:

Other:

Name: Nix

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Personality: x

History: x

Lovers:

Supernatural or Human slave?: Supernatural-He has an array of things he can do.

Sexual Prefrence: Straight

Looks:

Other: x

Alaska was not happy. Not at all. And she guessed she wasn't the only human who felt that way. Her hate toward the supernaturals was probably mutual to their hate for her dwindling kind. She sat with her back pressed against the cool concrete wall of her small cell. "So this is what jail is like..." she thought to herself. But she wavered that thought away. This was worse than jail. In jail you didn't have the factor of getting bought and taken to some alien's house. Alaska wished she was in jail. Jail would be better. A lot better. Her white bangs fell into her face and she maneuvered her head so that they were flung away. Her mind was elsewhere, trying to find something else to focus on besides the anxiety that churned in her stomach.

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Nix was a quiet boy. He didn't care too much for this new slavery thing, but he'd abide by it's rules just so he could fly under the radar and be left alone. His light blue eyes looked through each person he passed as he walked to the slave agency. He lived within walking distance. And not having a car just motivated him even more. He walked everywhere and didn't mind it either. His hands were stuffed in his hoodie pockets and his brilliant blue eyes were hidden slightly by his jet-black hair. He entered the agency, was greeted and shown to the back where he could walk around freely and look at the humans.

Dan smiled and tensed his muscles in a stretch, covering his face with his hands and dragging them down to try and get rid of the sleep that occupied his face. He turned on his side to face her, giving another smile. "Good morning," he said in reply, his voice a little soft and hoarse from slumber.

Dan sat up quickly after she quickly ran out of the bed. He searched for some shorts to put over his undies (I laughed typing that), so that he could assist her. Finally he found some, and he quickly made his way to the bathroom. "Morgan?" he said softly, walking in. He put his hand on her back and rubbed up and down, trying to comfort her.

Dan knew no one just all of a sudden threw up without having some kind of ache beforehand. What was wrong with her? He continued to gently run his hand up and down her back, knowing that whenever he had a moment like this, it was always nice to be comforted. "Says the girl who just threw up," he said with a small hint of humor. "Well I think the food is totalled. Burnt. No good. But don't worry, we can make some more." He paused. "You, however, are going back to the bed." He wasn't going to have her argue. This was what was happening. Dan picked her up and carried her back to the bed, laying her down gently. She was sick and needed to rest.

Dan shook his head, putting his hands on her shoulders and holding her down. "Nope. You're staying here. Do you need anything?" he asked, letting go of her and sitting on the bed next to her. He still didn't have a shirt on. Only shorts. He needed to get one on.