Moving Day (Savannah/Darius) - Darius and Crew

She nodded.

"I must be punished for my sins, cleansed fully, if I am to be here."

That got a shake if her head "I'll go wait for the food." not speaking her mind.

She frowned.

"She does not understand."

He smiled.

"I know. And for a while, she won't. I will explain it to her later."

She nodded.

"Would you like to meet my dolls?"

He nodded.

"I would like that very much."

She beamed and walked to her room, where her luggage was piled on the bed. She pulled out one suitcase and began pulling out her dolls. She had quite the collection, and some of them were very old.

He walked to the doorway of her room, watching her as she started to unpack the dolls in the suitcase.

"That's quite a few dolls."

She set them up in the corner.

"I've been collecting. Some get lost every move, but I think this time I got them all."

He smiled at that.

"Do you collect them?"

She nodded as she smoothed the last doll's dress.

"I do. I have since I was a small child. They were the friends others could see."

He smiled.

"That is important to you? Having friends?"

She nodded and turned to him.

"Yes. But the dolls kept me from being sent away from the family. When my true friends were dead."

His brows rose at that.

"How so?"

She smiled.

"I was born a true Giovanni."

At that... oh, his eyes darkened a little.

"Really?"

She winced and knelt in front of him.

"They sold me to the Ventrue. I never told them I could speak to the ghosts. I did not want them."

His hand went to her hair to gently pet her. She was kneeling and that was good, he would reward her for that.

"Why do you not want the Giovanni?"

She nuzzled into his hand, shifting closer to him.

"The dead should be left alone. Not used. To be used is for the living."

He smiled at that, tugging her hair a little bit as she nuzzled.

"And is that how you were broken?"

She leaned her face up to look at him.

"I was broken by the Gangrel who stole me, and the Brujah who rescued me from death. They expected me to want freedom. I did not know how to live. That is when I became many."

He smiled.

"And do you know how to live now?"

She leaned forward to kiss his thigh.

"My job is to see. My life is to look into the future and help with your plans. I don't have to worry about the details of the roof over my head, or the food in the kitchen, unless I want to. I don't have to make choices, as I have chosen to serve you."

He truly smiled at that, his hand in her hair tugging gently again.

"Very good, Elizabeth. Now, I should ask you. What is it that you expect of me? I'm not likely going to love you, not as a lover would."

She seemed to like the tugging, her eyes closing.

"I do not need love. But to care for me, to protect me from others. To help me through the dangerous visions that threaten to pull me down. To treat me as your willing slave. I wish attention to be lavished upon me, but I also wish to be beaten. To be made to beg. This centers me and holds me to reality."