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Loosing.

Bridget's pov :

Aunty Vera showed me to another room. She kept staring at me, did she see a change? I don't think, I have. But, maybe. I watched her back, I was taking a risk being here. I had an "idea" in my head....I wasn't going to drag this out. I would talk again to her.....We would discuss my parents money (Which had become mine) The original plan, of run for the hills (Take the cash/leave Vera the hell alone!) Had changed.

India. Aunty Vera would have answers there. As India got more "healthy" looking, her likeness to Ivy started to surface. It was small gestures, the kind a family holds (Guess you could call them genetics. Their just there) A voice in my head kept screaming at me. Ivy was having moments, but she'd brush them aside.....I could see it in her head, she wanted to believe.

Delaney said he had information.

But, those two wanted "concrete" proof. Delaney had tasted Indie's blood, but not Ivy's. He could have solved all the questions then and there. But, he wanted other information as well. Her parents, where she had come from.....A piece of her "first" life. Details that did not involve vamp tricks!

Aunty Vera gestured to a chair....Poured a drink. Sat, looked at her cup....."The money's gone. The banks have been cleared out..." She gave me a glancing look. "...Don't look that way, Bridget. You thought, you'd run off with all the cards. Well....I had some access points too. There were some out standing bills from your parents.."

She was lying to me. She had the bills! I could have killed her on the spot! The cup in my hand made a small cracking sound, I quickly placed it back on the saucer.

"...There is another fund. But, you will have to be here for that. Ivy can return too. and...That dreadful pet-girl can return too. Silver? Don't really care what her name is.....But. If the house is to be saved, and your parents commitments to local charities, are to continue. Bridget, my dear niece.....Your visit today, will be a god-send, and is going to have to be a longer one!..." She saw the look of horror on my face. Fuck!

No threatening actions, no locked doors....But, she had trapped me all the same.   The house, I really didn't care about, but the charities!? What?! The secret fund? Shit. What?! A servant entered the room, politely gained my aunt's attention....Handed her a phone. Vera took the receiver, flicked the servant back.....Spoke for a minute in front of me. Clinked the phone.

She then smiled at me...."That boy-pet. The one you didn't want.....Well, it appears he's not going to be a problem of yours any more!..." Vera picked up her tea cup, took a small sip. She's been pleasant right up in till the call, now she was looking at me....What ever had bought me home, to be sitting in front of her....Had just made me loose him. I'd just lost Van! Panic was starting to hit me!

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Van's pov :

The doors opened early, the others all filed out....Went to a food-room, knelt down (Heads all went to bowls)       Finch and I just stood and watched.      We hadn't really had a chance to look at the others, to really see what was happening.     The others still looked like us....But, they had small animal-ears poking out of their heads (They moved!)  The others still had their own ears (And....The extra ones too)

A man in a white coat stood beside us...."Now you see.    You will be a part of our program or could join them. The choice is yours at the moment.....They are our general pets.    No decisions have been made to how far we will go.    We have a catalog, buyers will choose how changed they will be..."            The white-coat chuckled at us.    Finch glared at the man, I kept looking between the white-coat, Finch....And those, who were in front of us.      

"...If you two, join the others nicely all should run smoothly. Not too much will happen.   But....If you two react, which I can see in him (The man eyed Finch)...I will have to remove you two. And you will be taken to our decision-room. A new choice will have to be decided a upon!..."       He watched us a minute longer....."This crowd will never help you fight against us.    They will stand back if you lash out..."       The white-coat man nodded his head to the others....Breakfast had finished. Handlers were entering the room.       They had weird long thin "snakes" in their arms.

The others slowly all lined up, slightly bent themselves over....The handlers stood behind them, moved their pant a little, placed "tails" to the rear of each vamp-pet. Pants were readjusted.

"..Large industrial magnets hold the tails in place. Surgically placed there....Just to the end of the spine.  The tails move like the ears.   They can't remove them. Only us....Or the new owners..."     That statement answered our question.      Two handlers walked towards us, looked to the man in the white-coat.

"..Yes. Our additions should start. Be firm, teach them.  Much to learn!..."      The white-coat walked off.   He had finished with us for now.   We were grabbed, taken to a room......Bleed dry.    This was a surprising move.     Finch, due to his lack of sleep, no food.....Didn't react well.   He was promptly hit on the spot...Removed from the room.     He would start the morning "running" (Endless running!)       I was given instruction....A general run down of expectations. Then, I was put through a mind-numbing program of physical exercise.

It didn't take brains to work-out what they hoped to achieve (I only "survived" because of Bridge's blood, and Sir had put me through something similar)

Sir allowed food/drinks.....But, he physically pushed me. He showed the definition of being a vampire. I was mentally stripped, moved without thought.   Years later....I got stupid! (But, I take full responsibility for that)     Like, I will now.

By the end of this day....Finch won't be broken, but he will be drained.    He'll be empty, tried....He will feel everything.   They will start to use drugs/gases.    They will mentally slowly undo him.

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