((excited to see whuts in the room XD))
Alexander didn't even bother casting a spell to spy on the girl. Why bother? This whole kidnapping thing must've sucked all of the fun out of her. He had hoped she would've at least talked to her...so he could mock her intelligence.
No...he thought, standing up. This girl's usefulness was not in her intelligence or her physical body...it was her emotions. That was what got her riled up, and that was what made her so boring right now! He didn't really care about them himself, but teenage girls seemed to have big, inexplicable problems with them. He could totally take advantage of that, he thought.
The door turned out to lead to a huge hallway with beautiful red carpet and paintings hung in mohogany frames. Though she was disappointed that there were no windows, Grace couldn't help but stare in awe at some of the paintings. A couple just portrayed boring people or bowls of fruit, but most of them were...unconventional. A portrait of a stuffy old man revealed on closer inspection to have yellow cat eyes and whiskers emerging from his eyebrows, and there was another that seemed to be a very large cow eating tiny cows out of a barrel.
Alexander felt the whisperings of her thoughts in the big, empty castle. It wasn't anything huge, but very striking opposed to the onslaught of fear and despair he had been receiving. An art lover, eh? To him, those paintings had been worthless trinkets that came with the castle, but now, as they held the girl's attention, they might be of use.
He snuck as quietly as he could up the stairs, grabbed a painting from a room a bit farther down the hall, and brought it back to his magic room. It took much longer than he thought it would, not having used his powers lately, but soon a perfect likeness of Grace stared back at him from the painting. It winked at him, and Alex smiled in satisfaction, putting the painting back on its wall.
Grace continued on slowly examining every painting as if she were in a museum, not a prison. The art distracted her, and for several minutes she almost forgot about her situation.
When she saw the painting of herself, however, she stopped short. It was highly disturbing, that he would have a painting of her. Had he been stalking her? It must have taken a long time to paint that, so he ust have been watching her for a while. She touched the surface of the canvas. Dry. It had also been finished for hours, at least. Creepy as he.ll.
Suddenly feeling very unsettled, she hurried out of the room, slamming the, luckily, normal-sized door behind her. While she felt a little like throwing up, it was also a bit flattering. Whoever had painted the portrait had somehow made her look pretty, and they had obviously cared enough to put in a lot of detail and time. No one had ever put time into anything for her, outside of her own family. It was all very confusing.
Alex, now watching carefully through his crystal ball, chuckled at her expresion upon seeing the painting. "And somehow, she's flattered? That's hillarious!" he thought maniacally. He saw her go into a different room, and replaced an existing painting in the room with the painting of her, hoping she wouldn't notice the switch.
Grace rushed through the next room, too, keeping her head down and trying not to look up. If she kept looking at things in this castle, she'd never sleep again.
Because of this, around twenty minutes later, she almost walking into a curved wall after going through yet another wooden door. It was a tower, with a spiraling staircase leading up and down. She remembered reading that architects designed the stairs to spiral tightly clockwise so any attackers going up would be forced to fight with their left hand, thus giving the defenders an advantage.
Not that it mattered. Grace didn't have a sword.
Hey, where was the girl going? Oh well, enchanted painting would have to wait. In the meantime, though, she seemed to be heading for the room he prepared for her. At the top of the staircase he had a room decorated with lots of pink, sparkles, stuffed animals, and posters of boy bands he saw online. He wondered if it was anything close to what she had at home.
Some part of his mind whispered, "you should treat her like a princess! Get her a servant!" As the only servicable creatures in the castle her faeries, this gave him a great idea. He pulled a female imp from a cage to his left and began manipulating it to act like a servant.
Grace walked slowly up the stairs, half expecting something to jump out at her at any moment. Nothing did, however, and she soon reached the top. There was a simple wooden door reinforced with metal strips, and an old-fashioned handle, just like the others. She pushed it open, and blinked in surprise.
Oh God, it was pink. She almost wanted to laugh, it was so ridiculous. The bed even had a bubblegum-pink canopy. She crossed the room slowly, looking at everything. The room looked like it had been decorated for an eight year old with poor taste in music. She picked up a pure white, fluffy teddy bear and fiddled with it detatchedly. The room actually looked a lot like her sister's, back at home.
Turns out, there was a very simple procedure for turning a lower level creature into a servant, at least temporarily. They were already very submissive, so it only took a little bit of magic persuasion to push them all the way. He put the elf in a cute little dress and sent it upstairs to attend to Grace.
((Sorry, I couldn't find the thread and then my internet was down. >.<))
Grace sat down on the soft pastel carpet and leaned against the wall next to the bed, thinking about her situation. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and she looked up, expecting Alex to come in. Instead, it was a girl. She was the first person Grace had seen besides Alex since coming here, and she was relieved to find that she wasn't alone with him. "Hi." She said a little uncertainly.
((lol its cool))
Alex's mind raced--could elves talk? Even if they could, he doubted they could speak English, and he highly doubted Grace was fluent in magic languages. He saw the elfen servant open her mouth to answer, but used an illusion to make what she said sound like what he was saying:
"Um, yes, hello mistress," he said in a high-pitched voice, "I am your maidservant. Is there anything i can do to make you more comfy?"
Grace blinked in confusion. Something was wrong about this girl. The movements of her lips didn't match the words that came from her mouth at all. She stood up, frowning. "What's going on here?"
"Nothing at all, deary," Alex said through the elf, "we just want you to be confortable here...uh, sugar pot?" He was trying to use endearing terms to make her more comfortable, but the second he said them they sounded more creepy.
If the girl hadn't been standing in the doorway, Grace would have run. There was a window in the room, but she knew it was too high to even attempt. "Sugar...pot?" She said, as if she wasn't sure she heard right.
"Um. er...what would you like to be called?: Alex said through the elf, genuine concern edging its way into his voice. Just...just to give her a false sense of security, he told himself. That was all, nothing personal.
"How about Grace?" She suggested, tone tainted with derision.
How plain, he thought. Suspicions that he must've picked the boringest teenager every began to creep back. "Yes, then, Grace," he made the elf say nicely, "is there anything I can do for you?"
Grace sighed, thinking about it. While she didn't trust this girl at all, and she didn't want to ask for anything, there was no point being stubborn and titchy about it. "Could I have some paper please? A sketchbook maybe. The bigger the better, mostly." She had a very small one in a pocket of her cargo pants, but it was too small for anythign other than loose sketches.
Aaa, so she's an artist, Alex thought, thinking himself quite the detective while he had learned nothing from her interest in the paintings moments ago. "Ok course, Grace," the elf said with his voice before running to fetch the materials. The servant didn't know what a "skecthbook" was, but it knew quite a bit about "paper". Whenever it snuck into the master's spell room and touched the thin yellow material, the master would yell some words, and one of them was paper. So, of course, the elf snuck into master's spell room (where he was gazing very intently into his crystal ball--not to be disturbed), grabbed the thin yellow material, and hurried back to Grace's room.
The elf noticed that the 'paper' had many strange symbols and writing on it. She hoped Grace wouldn't mind.