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" Don't worry. He calms down most of the time after sex. I'm sure he'll be in a fine mood by the time he comes in here."



However, if Victoria was in here too long, lot would probably die... no... scratch that... she'd kick him and storm out....then kill Candi

Tiki started to speak but then gave a little squeak.



"Oh honey, I know. Big bad Lot is an ol' softy - you just have to rub him the right way." Candi clicked the door behind her.

Turning, sharply, saving her game as she jerked it so hard it shut off, she glared at the woman, long, and hard.



" Leave."



It wasn't an option. Not an offer, or request. It was stronger then a command. That word held no option as she stood. She wanted this woman strung inside out, and hanging over the Sahara right now.... in her{victoria's} presence probably was a bad idea

Candi gave a soft laugh.



"But I want to know more about you." She walked over and plunked into the chair sideways. The woman crossed her legs and examined her pedicure.



"I could tell you things you want to know. Like the monster in the basement? Or Lot? I love to talk about him."

Recalling her master's instructions, she merely turned and walked from the room, making sure she had Tiki with her as she locked the door behind her. Funny, it only locked from the outside, or inside even, with a key.



storming off down the hall, she walked right into her room and started gathering her things. If that ... That thing was going to be in her house, then SHE was leaving it.

Lot happened to be walked down the hallway, headed to a part deeper in the mansion when he heard the rustling. He popped his head in.



"What are you doing?" He watched the orange blur dart under the bed.

" I'm not going to be here, while she is."



Once more, no option. way to put too many hens in your hen house man.

The man leaned against the doorframe.



"Good luck getting anywhere." He sighed slightly then.



"Listen, I really don't like her either, but this is important."

" I . will . Not. Be. Around. That. Thing."



She said softly, turning to look at him now.



" I might only be property to you, but I can't deal with that. I can't have it thrown in my face, and have her here pretty much degrading and insulting me every few moments."

Lot frowned now, not at all liking ultimatums.



"Listen. I really don't like her either. I hate letting her into my house. That woman is a walking STD and I am probably the only thing this side of the Atlantic that she hasn't screwed, which she tries to change with her every breath."

Victoria looked him over, a look clear on her face.



"And I'm sure it will change soon enough."



She said simply, not liking the woman. She was always insecure, and now her master was hosting another woman. Now he told her she was a slut (which she could see, but still) and now... Now he expected her to be calm about this all or soemthing?



" If you make me stay, then I will."



However, given the circumstances, he might want to consider that closely... because, if she stayed... the woman, wouldn't.

Lot's face was dark.



"I would tell you to stay, but if you really want to go out and get yourself eaten again, be my guest." being attacked from two sides was much more frustrating than he liked. A hand suddenly slid across his back, to which every muscle in his body tensed.



"What is with all of the angry voices? I could hear you all the way in Naples!" Candi slipped under his arm, looking between the two.

Victoria looked to Lot in a way that said she might cry or kill in an instant as the woman appeared, picking tiki up and leaving the room without a word. Even her own bedroom wasn't private anymore.

Lot looked at the woman with eyes that could light one one fire with a glance. Candi pouted.



"What's with her?" She reached out to place a hand on his chest, but Lot stepped back.



"Neither of us like you. I think you're the scum of the earth." The woman cut in.



"Well, we're two of a kind, so let's take a roll in the hay." Lot smacked her. Yes, and he smacked her so hard that the skin over her right cheekbone opened up and she fell down. The woman looked taken aback as she touched the spot.



"If you have something to say, say it and then leave my house. If not, then leave anyhow." Candi indignantly stood up and brushed by him.



"Vince is looking for you... and I saw Dessa the other day." She slipped down the hallway. Lot knew that she was trying to bait him, but was too angry to take it.

Victoria looked to her master now, more concerned about him, as she watched him from where she stood in the hall. Her room was free now, and she swallowed slowly as she walked back up the hallway, Tiki now in the designer backpack on her back, hiding she supposed, looking up at her master as she watched him, kissing his shoulder softly. She'd only left the room.



" Are you okay?"



sure, the woman was the one smacked, but she was worried about Lot. she hadn't meant to put stress on him, she was merely having issues dealing with another woman, and slut ontop of it, in the house with her.

Tiki was hiding. It was completely still and completely silent. Normally it hated being handled, but in this case... Victoria was the protector. Tiki would behave.



Lot jerked away from the girl. He was no longer in a good mood, far less friendly than he had been thus far. He wiped off a drop or two of blood from where it had clung to his knuckle from the backhand.



"Of course. It was just a little skank that didn't know when to shut up." The man didn't look at Elizabeth. He didn't care if she would be upset or sick or whatever. He turned and thundered off towards the library, towards his room.

Victoria sighed to herself as she watched him a moment before following after him in silence. She knew where he was going, and she stopped at the doorway to his actually room, in the hidden chamber before it, and merely pulled Tiki out. Sure, he didn't like being handled, but if he ran, either way, he'd run into the people he didn't want to be around, so he was kind of stuck with her.



Looking to her toes, she remained in silence, waiting on her master, not sure what else to do, as there was no way she was staying close enough to have to deal with this woman.

Lot plunked down on the bed, plopping about violently a bit simply for the satisfaction of taking it out on the springs. He stared up the sky above, murmuring little evils under his breath towards everything that was happening right now.



Tiki dashed up the woman's arm and burrowed into her hair. His voice was quick and quiet.



"This is bad bad bad. Bad for Vicky. Bad for Tiki. Bad. Bad. Bad."

" I've lived through worse."



she replied, placing him in the bag and slowly heading into the room after a few hours, looking at her master simply. she wanted to say something, there was nothing to say though.

Lot's eyes drifted to the woman as she popped up through the trap door. He had cooled down by this point a tiny bit - as in, enough to stop muttering. But he was still pretty irritated by the entire situation. However, he didn't say anything to her. In fact, she could stand there all day like furniture and it wouldn't evoked a response from him. Instead he just looked up at the sky, watching as the clouds rolled in.

After a while, she moved towards her master, stopping when she got to the bed, looking him over, and murmuring a soft apology as she sat down upon the floor, pulling her knees to her chest, watching him.

It was a good five minutes before Lot moved. His head poked over the side of the bed, his blonde hair hanging down in his face.



"You can sit on the edge of my bed." And then the face disappeared again.

Victoria looked up, and then moved slowly, climbing onto the bed, looking at him with a cute little smile as she stretched from her spot to kiss him on the cheek, keeping the silence otherwise, looking up at the clouds.

Lot didn't say anything else. This was kind of like physical therapy. You hated doing it, but you knew that it had to be done. That was the theory behind letting her sit there. The man really was intent on sitting there and watching the clouds drift by and then darken and then the rain which splattered against the glass roof and slid off.

After a long while, she moved, more because she was sleepy, then trying to cause problems, laying down on the side of the bed, falling asleep with the pitter patter of the rain on the window.

Lot let her sleep, watching her for a bit before he got out of the bed. The man paced over to his chest of drawers and opened the middle one, rummaging through it before pulling out a hoodie. It looked old and worn, a hole or two hear or there in it. He pulled it on over his head and changed into a pair of sweatpants. Lot looked at Elizabeth for a minute or two. He wasn't so keen on leaving her alone in his room, but then again he was even less fond of the idea of waking her up and having to deal with it. He went to the trapdoor, liking the former idea.

Nestled down in the bed, she actually slept for a very long time, glad to be able to rest in peace, holding to the covers as her dreams were actually mild.

Lot actually left the entire manor. If Candi was still there, she was careful to remain undetected, but Lot doubted it. Sneaky was not her style, and he had probably wounded her pride too badly for her to bother sticking around. Lot didn't think about it or anything that she had said. He went out for a hunt.



He managed not to mess up his clothes this time, but even that sort of thing didn't really raise his spirits. The man was still in a fairly foul mood as he sat in front of a fire he had lit in a hearth.

victoria woke much later, looking for her master as she noticed him missing, finding him after a while, setting beside him, looking him over.



" are you okay?"

Lot ignored the question, that lovely habit again come to play. However, he did surface from the deep internal brooding long enough to make a dark statement.



"I hate her."

" I'm glad."



she honestly replied, looking him over.



After a bit, she merely took to messaging the knot in his neck out, letting him be otherwise.

That did it. See, Lot had another little habit. He would sit and brood about things for a long time. Now, somehow or another, Victoria managed to get it so that he was brooding out loud.



"And I hate all of these other pompous idiots that try to walk into my house and say things like that. 'Vince is looking for you'... 'I saw Dessa'... Who do they think they are? The Mophia?"

Victoria smiled to herself and merely kissed at his neck as she worked the knots out more, keeping her silence as she let her master calm down, simply glad he was tolerating her presence.

Lot was in the middle of ranting about how they shouldn't be able to get out here because he wasn't listed anywhere. He didn't even have a mailbox, nonetheless a driveway. And so on and so forth when she hit the tightest spot at the back of his neck. He broke off mid-sentence to say something about it.



"Right there."

smiling, she moved to kiss at his neck as she worked on the knot, nuzzling to him gently.



" I'd not worry, master. I don't see too many people happy to btoher you."

Lot thumped his hand on the armrest of the chair.



"They shouldn't be! This is my house!" He wasn't actually talking with her. It was more talking at her, actually.

Victoria smiled softly, nodding as she cooed lightly to him, continuing to rub on him.



" I agree."



She stated simply.

The man sat there quietly for a while after that. Slowly his muscles eased out.



"You're kind of good at this..." EGHAD! A true compliment from Lot?!

" Thank you, master."



Victoria said softly, kissing the middle of his back as her hands worked over his muscles taking each knot one at a time.

"Where did you learn? What did Elizabeth Alexandria Victoria Smith do before I found her?" His honey color eyes rested on her with one of those expressions.