Presents
Woohoo double update! Don’t get used to it tho lol sorry
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CW: vampire caretaker, multiple whumpees, institutionalized slavery, caretaker new master, selective mutism, fear of punishment, panic attack, Roy being big of heart but dumb of ass,
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The ride back was unsettling, but at least Master allowed them to sit in the seats. It was senseless kindness, one that they will have to repay, but at least it was comfortable. Dew hated punishment, but at least she could curl up on a cushy seat in a beautiful car beforehand.
The first thing Dew noticed when they arrived was that Master’s house was tiny for a vampire. She originally was astonished that he had such a huge building all to himself until he mentioned a landlady. Drop elbowed her in the ribs, wanting to ask a question. She tried to subtly shake her head “no” but he just. Would not listen. Typical.
“So, master, you have a landlady? What is that?”
“Oh! Yeah, you’ve probably only ever lived in mansions. Well, my place might be a little bit of a downgrade, but it’s still pretty big. It’s the penthouse suite and the biggest space of this entire apartment complex. It takes up most of the top floor.”
Master showed them around, but Dew started to worry. It didn’t even take up the last floor completely. Master would be able to hear them constantly and know what they messed and or spoke out of turn. They were totally exposed.
A quick glance at Drop told her that he knew it too. This house was much smaller than any other vampire, but perhaps Master knew that. He realized that his super hearing had limits and chose a house according. So sneaky. So cruel. Dew’s breathing began to pick up again, but she forced herself to stay calm. She couldn’t start freaking out, not right now! Not with so much at stake.
“So this is the kitchen, but it’s hardly been used. Oh, um, can you guys make food for yourselves?”
Dew nodded, and he moved on.
“Here’s your room. I hope only one bed is alright. Your bathroom is just down the hall. Any questions?”
“Yes Master. Firstly, may we enter the library? Also, where would you like to be fed? I noticed there is no dining room.”
“You can go pretty much anywhere in here. I’m not too big on rules. The only place that’s restricted is my room, I guess. And there was a dining room. It is what is now my library that I showed you. Heh, um, yeah.” Master seemed agitated. Plus, he had dodged her second question. Dew shuffled her feet nervously.
“I don’t know how to tell you, but I’m not hungry right now. Really, I’m not! There was a lot of, uh, stuff at the party. So you can just, like, chill I guess. Hang out. I’m going to be in my room. Call me if you need me.”
And then he was gone, briskly walking away. Just like that. Like he hadn’t left to terrified blood bags in his wake.
Dew took a deep breath, keeping the constant fear away, and lead Drop to the library. She had seen lose paper and pens in there.
They sat on the plush carpet. Drop looked around, but Dew was focused on writing down a note. She’d been caught with a note only once before, but vampires often underestimated how quickly a human could chew and swallow something. They’d be safe to communicate like this.
She handed Drop the note and he read,
This house is small, so he’ll hear us talking. You already know that though. If he comes to check what we’re writing, I’ll eat the paper. Nod to show you read it.
He nodded and she wrote on the back.
We present ourselves first thing tomorrow morning. Be sweet looking. Don’t grimace or snarl. Don’t go into any room other than ours, the bathroom, and the library but only when I tell you.
Drop rolled his eyes and did an eating motion.
We don’t know if we can go in the kitchen.
Drop glared at her. She glared right back. They had known each other long enough, it felt like an entire conversation was going on through their angry looks.
Drop: how are we supposed to eat, then?
Dew: how should I know? Just don’t go there until we’re sure.
Drop: why show us a kitchen if we can’t use it!
Dew: shut up!
Drop: you shut up!
Dew: fine.
Drop: fine.
Dew huffed and started to stand. Drop swatted at her legs playfully and she returned it by hitting his leg with her shoe. They couldn’t be mad at each other for long and both humans started to giggle.
*Creak*
They whipped around. Master had left his room and was coming there way. Dew ate the paper so fast that she honestly surprised herself.
“Hey, sorry, but I just remembered a few things. Sorry to interrupt.”
They almost forgot to bow when he came in. Dew felt the constant terror clawing at her throat, threatening to make her sob.
“You did not interrupt. We are yours, we are here to serve. It is our fault for being distracted. Punish us as you see fit.”
Again, Master seemed tense one moment and fine the next. Dew’s metaphorically knuckles were white with how desperately and tightly she held to her calm exterior, which threatened to slip right out of her grasp.
“It’s really alright. I don’t- you aren’t getting punished. I just wanted to clarify a few things.”
There was a pause, and Dew hesitantly nodded, not knowing what else to do.
“Um, can he talk?” Master asked, gesturing to Drop. “Like, physically talk.”
And just like that, everything came crashing down, including her knees as she fell into a mix of a bow and the fetal position.
“Please, d-don’t punish him! Don’t! He’s done- done nothing wrong. H-he’s good. He d-doesn’t, um, doesn’t talk. H-he could, but please don’t- don’t make him! He’ll be good! We’ll be good. L-let me me t-t-talk f-for him…” She tired to continue, but her sobs got in the way. Instead, she focused on catching her breath and not flinging herself over Drop to shield him.
Even though she couldn’t see him from her curled up position, she heard Drop holding back tears, dry sobs escaping every now and then. She looked up at her owner, the cruel man who may have purposefully owned a small house to keep slaves constantly feeling scared. She expected more of his signature, creative evilness and cunning. She expected hate and anger.
But instead, his eyes shone with tears, like a triplet to their twin despair. A thick strand of purple hair had fallen in Master’s face and he didn’t bother to push it away. He was uncomfortable and tense, just like she had thought she’d seen before. He looked about half as utterly miserable as Dew felt.
“Hey, i-it’s alright. It’s okay. You’re alright. You’re safe. No one is in trouble.” He gave her a moment to collect herself and wipe her tears before crouching down to their level while maintaining a fair distance between them.
“No one is going to be hurt or punished. Neither of you, I swear. I just was wondering if there was an injury that I should know about. But it’s okay if he can’t or won’t talk, even if he could physically. I don’t mind. I swear. You’re good.” And then Master turned to Drop and slowly reached out a hand. The latter flinched away, but Master rested his palm gently on his slave’s knee.
“And you’re okay, Drop. If you ever want to talk again, that’s fine. I don’t mind either way. If you never talk, it’s all good. I swear. You are both good.”
And he stood, took a deep breath, and left. It was always the same. As Dew helped her friend up and they scurried away, she mulled this over. Perhaps their master enjoyed causing panic and confusion and then leaving. It was strange how completely upset he looked, but maybe it was an act. That’d be okay. They had dealt with worse in and outside of the farm. If this Master enjoyed playing with his food, that was fine. At least they had each other.
Drop hopped into bed and held his arms open. It wasn’t every day that they slept cuddled up and consoling each other all night long. But if they ever needed comfort, it was on the first day of a new, strange master. As Dew curled up in Drop’s arms, she thought about everything. They could face this new Master and any other. As long as they had each other, they would be okay in the end.
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[SELECTIVE PROSECUTION. HOME DEMOLISHMENT. PART III : PROCEDURAL LEGALITY]
We attach the legislation that allows the practise of home demolishment to continue.
Regulation 119(1) of the Defence Emergency Regulations (enacted during British Mandate) provides few elements to affect validity.
The first is that there must be an emergency proclaimed by a person authorised to do so. In Israel, there are certain areas that have been proclaimed as an emergency, only in these areas can the Emergency Regulation be applied.
Next, the house intended to be demolished is to be forfeited to the local government, the Palestinian government. The third last line uses the word ‘and’ shows that this is an additional element to be complied with, being the house must be forfeited to the local government first.
The second line onwards lists out the type of offences that are may impose the house demolishment punishment which is mainly on firearms and explosives other than offences against the Emergency Regulations involving violence or intimidation or any Military Court Offences. Only on these listed offences that the house demolishing order may be imposed.
There is a number of legal grey areas and it is doubtful whether the Military Commander has complied with the elements and procedures vetted out by the Emergency Regulation as :
The area must be declared an emergency
The house must be forfeited to the local government
Only listed offences
We demand that this abusive legislation be put to an end. If the purpose is to deter violence, why has it not been imposed equally on settlers?
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