After another hour of talking over everything they could manage, Ricky finally decided to leave Ryan's room for the night. His main deciding factor being a knock at the door. He walked to the door, speaking, "That'd be my cue to leave. Have fuuuun."

"Fuck you." Ryan snit.

Ricky opened the door, smiling mischievously at Paris. He picked up one of the plates and wine glasses from his tray. "Thank you, I'll be back in my room with my wife. Did you bring him something yet?"

Paris nodded, "Yes, Sir."

"Good, though he'll steal my dinner too anyways." He joked. "Have a good night."

"You as well." He softly smiled. When he looked back forward, he nearly jumped to see Ryan was now right in front of this. "Oh!" He gasped, "You startled me. May I set this down in your room?"

He stepped aside to allow the smaller inside. "Of course. Thanks. I'm guessing, considering my room is the last in the hall, this is your last stop for the night?"

Paris gently set the silver tray on top of the dresser. "Yes, it is. Did you need something?"

"No, no. I was just wondering if you'd like to stay in here a little while? I could use the company." He replied, "That is, if you want to." 

He folded his hands in front of him politely with blushing cheeks. "I'd love to. Thank you, Sir."

Ryan sat on the end of his bed, responding, "You don't have to call me that, you know. I'm not much of the formal type. Come sit down. How long have you been working here?"

As happy as Paris was to be getting attention from a charming, handsome man like this, he was nervous as Hell. He sat down beside Ryan, keeping a safe and respectful distance. "Since it opened, pretty much." He shyly said, "Almost everyone's been here since 2012 or 2013. Angela came a little later but that's because the first maid... She, um, she was gone."

He raised his eyebrow curiously, "What'd you mean by that?"

"Um... She, uh, she got killed by one of the patients in Rest Point. That's why all their rooms are so dirty now. Angela isn't allowed to go in and clean." He explained.

"They've never hurt you, have they?" Ryan asked.

He shook his head, "No, I'm not even allowed there. I make their meals, but Shae brings them to them. I wouldn't want to go there even if I could."

Ryan softly ran his palm up Paris' arm, musing, "That's good. I wouldn't want to see you get hurt. Your skin is so soft. How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"

His voice became even quieter as his heart raced a million miles an hour, "I'll be a hundred next July."

"No wonder why you're so beautiful. You're young, unlike me. Time's really beat the shit out of me." He laughed.

At this point, Paris was screaming internally. He tried to keep a level head the best he could. "Y-You think... I'm beautiful?"

Ryan snickered, "Yes, don't you?"

"I... I, um, n-no, not... not really." He stammered.

"You should. You're gorgeous." He combed his hand through Paris' hair to get it out of his face. "Your eyes are incredible. They're almost clear." His voice dropped to a whisper, "Can I see your real eyes? I bet they're gorgeous."

Paris bashfully smiled. He looked down, contemplating the situation in his head. It was rare anyone, even another vampire, cared to see red eyes. They're normally thought of as violent instead of comforting. Unfortunately, as Ryan had said, he was still young for his species. His youth made him foolish enough to do anything for a boy he liked.

He looked back up at Ryan, eyes now blood red. The color was enticing. This might've all been an act for the dominant but he couldn't help himself from thinking how sweet the boy was. He deserved better than serving mental patients, bowing down to a vicious warden, and being toyed with like this. Ryan had half a mind not to do this but he remembered what Ricky had said. They needed to know exactly who was calling the shots and this was the best way to find out.

Ryan let his own eyes turn dark crimson to show Paris he trusted him. Two vampires rarely drank from each other unless it was a sexual thing. To have their fangs out was a symbol of faith in the other. Ryan closed the space between them. There was a reason he was a legend among supernatural women. His kiss was like a spell. It wasn't enough Paris had fallen for him already. He'd just tripped straight into Ryan's trap.

He slowly unbuttoned the front of Paris' black uniform. Pushing it off his shoulders, he revealed his pale chest. Unlike Ryan, his skin hadn't been punctured by tattoos. He was pure to a point it felt like a sin to defile him. No vampire is truly pure though. Even a shy one like this, he is still evil inside.

Ryan placed soft kisses across his collar bone. One hand held Paris' side while the other massaged his upper leg. His lips made their way down to his ribs. Paris shuttered, showing just how weak this creature had made him. Ryan opened his eyes briefly, seeing exactly what he'd been looking for. 

The mark of a demon's pact was engraved onto his side. It was much different than the branding Kuza had. A branding is the equivalent to a wedding ring, whereas a pact's mark was essentially a slave collar. As soon as Ryan had a chance to realize what it was, he saw it glow for a moment.

"I-I'm sorry." Paris stammered as he started to button his shirt back up, "Jasper is calling me. I must go. I'm so sorry."

Ryan remained there, dumbfounded. Either it was coincidence or Jasper knew exactly what was happening. Based on what he'd learned so far, Ryan could guess that wasn't a fluke. He got the information he needed though. Somehow, Jasper had control over Paris in a way only a demon should. Meaning the warden was far from what he's claimed to be.

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Still trying to get his uniform back in order up to the second he reached Jasper's office, Paris frightfully entered the lion's den. He was utterly terrified of the ridicule he'd receive from his master. Seeing Micah, Shae, and Angela in the office as well set him at ease. Maybe he wasn't here to get in trouble. The angered look Jasper gave him killed any confidence he had in that.

"And where exactly were you?" He sneered.

"I was speaking with Ryan, Sir." He replied.

Jasper's eyes narrowed, "About?"

"He was asking me a few things, like my age, how long I've been here. Nothing bad, Sir."

Micah smiled softly to hear Paris was finally getting along with another man. That's all he wanted was for the young vampire to find some happiness. Jasper, however, couldn't care less about it. He delivered a sharp slap across Paris' face and sent him spiraling into the bookcase. 

"You know better than to lie to me." He hissed, "Lucky for you, I have bigger problems. Shae has just informed me that Yuki has gone missing. All four of you are to scour the manor grounds until he's found. He could've have gotten far."

Micah bowed respectfully, "My Lord, I am not comfortable leaving you unattended. Not under the curtain circumstances."

His hand tightened around his cane, "I'll be fine. I have other matters to attend to. You've all been given your orders. Go, now."

They weren't supposed to hesitate, though they wanted to. The servants excused themselves imidately, each having their own concern. It goes without saying that Shae was panicking on the inside. His unstable husband had gone missing right after two murders had happened. The fact that he was staying calm outside was amazing. That was a demon for you, though. 

As for Paris, his mind was too consumed with what exactly just happened between him and Ryan. It went from having a small crush to almost fucking him in two seconds flat. That'd fuck with anyone. He had no clue what exactly possessed Ryan to just come on to him all at once. Previously, he showed little to no care for him.

Micah was arguably the most compassionate of all of them. When it came to his patients, that was. He held a secret spite towards Jasper for the games he played. Regardless, he carried out his orders to preserve his honor. The four servants split up to search the entirety of the manor. If he got out before the lock down, that raised even more room for concern. They all secretly hoped this was nothing but a false alarm. 

Outside, a storm began to rage. Mother Nature could be cruel in the harshest of times. Her winds whipped the trees around violently, lightning striking down outside. It was only a sign of what was to come. Times were only going to get worse from here on. The tension combined with the storm sent many patients into a tizzy.

Micah opened Joy and Friday's room to check for Yuki. Before he even got a step inside, Friday was clinging to him desperately. She hated thunder and lightning more than anyone. Some of them actually loved it but it stormed, she wished she could crawl in a hole and die.

"She's been in hysterics without you." Finch noted as he stood up from her bed.

"Oh, Sweetpea," He petted over her dark hair softly, "I wish I could stay but I've got to find Yuki."

"Nooo, please don't leave me." She whimpered and held onto his coattail desperately. When those big eyes looked up at him, it was hard to say no.

"Take her with you. I understand you have your orders from Jasper, but she is much more important." Finch replied.

He sighed as he picked her up, "I suppose we can do that. Would you like to help me find Yuki?" Her head fell on his shoulder like a rag doll. She smiled, sucking on her thumb. Micah laughed, "I'll take that as a yes. Have either of you two seen him?" 

"Not since this morning." Joy muttered.

"Oh, dear. That boy is going to get himself in a lot of trouble, one way or another." Micah mumbled. 

He set Friday back down and kissed her head. She took her her hand in his and followed closely behind him as they continued to other patient rooms. Even if she slowed him down a little, he'd much rather have her comforted. Once they found the little light elf that had ran off, he'd planned on treating the princess to some cuddling and comforting.