I had been marked going on three years now, I was only twenty when I was marked. Sometimes I thought it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Other times I wish I could kill myself. I belonged to Deacon 'Deak' Frost. I wasn't permitted to call him anything other than Deacon. He hated humans. He felt we should be caged and used to feed upon. I wasn't like the other familiars. I was more a pet. I followed Deacon around fucked him when he wanted sex and slit my wrists when he wanted blood. Though I wasn't his only source of food, I was more a snack. He said my blood tasted too sweet to drain at once. But I was eventually saved. That however is to be told later. For now let me tell you how it all started.
"Come on Summer enough already. All you ever do is study and train. Train and study then sleep when you get the chance. Don't be such a drag! Let's go to this party!"
"Tish I don't want to. I have no need to party. And I have a tournament to prepare for this weekend." I sighed. Tish was always so pushy, but she was my only friend really. And she was right. My father was a janitor at the local dojo I use to sit and watch enthralled by it all. I was a first dan in Aikido and I excelled in Bōjutsu with the dojo master taking me under his wing and impressed with the speed I learnt and mastered each new technique. It became something I shared with my dad and now he had passed it was the only way to feel close to him.
"Summer I will drag you out of this apartment if you do not get your ass in gear." She shouted playfully, but I knew she would do it.
"Fine!" That's how I found myself walking into the house party. The music was blaring horribly loud people were drunk and many were just plain creepy. Tish didn't seem to know these people and it was unsettling me. "Tish do you even know these people?"
"No I got an invite, but this is great have a drink!" I declined not knowing if it had been spiked or not. I really couldn't afford to be in hospital when I had the tournament this weekend. We'd been there an hour already when we went in search of the bathroom. Some guy pushed up close to me trying to touch me. I shoved him and when I turned back to Tish she was gone. I figured she'd found a break in the crowd and made it to the stairs to the bathroom. I carried on towards the stairs pushing past people and apologising as I went. On the landing it was much quieter my head didn't feel quite like exploding.
"Look pal back the…argh!" I heard Tish scream. I pushed into the room finding some guy latched on to her neck. There was a guy sat on the bed and a couple of others in the room. But my eyes were on Tish. I looked into her eyes and saw the light slowly fade from them. Her life extinguished right before me. The man that had killed her pulled away licking his lips. His canines sticking out like some Hollywood vampire reject. I shook with anger, some crazy asshole had killed my friend because he had delusions of being a vampire. The door suddenly slammed shut making me jump. They all laughed, the man on the bed watching things intently. A woman stepped towards me her platinum blonde hair slicked back. She reached out to touch me, I brought my arm up fast blocking, but she just laughed grabbing my wrist. It just made me feel angrier. I brought my other arm up fast hitting her in the throat. She stumbled back and I followed up with huge kick sending her to the floor. A guy grabbed my shoulder, I grabbed his hand using his weight to flip him over me onto the floor in one swift movement. Another kicked me in the ribs, I was sure something cracked, but I moved with the blow the best I could and came back with a vicious kick to his skull. He stumbled to the floor, but quickly sprung to his feet a smile on his face as he cracked his neck wagging his finger at me. Something was very wrong here. He charged at me and I spun kicking him full force in the solar plexus. The guy who had killed Tish came at me and we traded blows, my lip splitting as he hit me with a lightning quick blow. He was inhumanly fast, but highly unskilled. But still he managed to get the best of me. He slammed me against the wall my head hitting it with a sickening thud. He reared his head back like a snake about to strike his canines sticking out long and pointed.
"Enough!" A voice shouted.
"But Deak man I'm hungry." He whined.
"Shut it Quinn, do as Deacon says or face the consequences." The woman snarled. The man named Deacon moved from the bed. He came towards me and Quinn let go moving away. Deacon stood in front of me his hands on either side of my face. I was lost in his storm grey eyes immediately. He leaned in close his nose skimming the delicate skin on my neck sending chills through my body as he took in my scent. I no longer was panicked or afraid. He pulled back a small questioning smile on his face. Almost asking why was I not afraid. His eyes focused on my lips. He brought his hand up quickly to my face. His thumb caressing my bottom lip. I saw blood from the split lip I had received during the fight. He sucked the blood from his thumb.
"You taste as sweet as you smell." The others laughed. He leaned in again his lips brushing my ear. "You can die like your friend or you can be mine." I turned my head looking at him lost in his eyes again. There was no love, only cruelty, but I couldn't help but be drawn in.
"What would I have to do?" I breathed.
"You'd be my familiar, do the things I can't do in the day and other than that your body will be mine to do with as I please,"
"Deak man you hate humans, you have a familiar just eat her or I'll do it!" Another shouted. Deacon snapped his fingers the woman moving deathly quick stabbing him. The man's body burnt like embers before falling to the floor like a pile of ash.
"You'd also be untouchable by other vampires." Deacon said not missing a beat. I shouldn't say yes every fibre of my body said he was bad news. That I would end up dead. But my life was meaningless, working part time at the dojo, studying and training in every hour available. But he was offering me a way out. Wasn't he?
"I'll be yours." The woman sent a glare my way, but I shrugged it off. I spent the next three years fucking and feeding him. The weekends he fucked me then I cut my wrist's for him to drink from me. I had asked to be turned once before, but he refused said he liked the taste of me too much. On the days when I was too tired to pleasure him right I was beaten. As I had been last night. My ribs were broken and my arm was in a sling as he had dislocated my shoulder. I sat by his legs on the floor like the good 'pet' I was.
"Deacon! The Daywalker has ripped through the Blood Club. That's the third this month!" I knew what was coming Deacon was going to hit me in his anger. But he just stroked my hair.
"Don't worry about it, he'll be dealt with soon enough." He smiled and I relaxed. Mercury just glowered at me. She hated it when Deacon was good to me. She loved to watch him lose his temper and beat me, humiliate me or even better…fight other familiar's, she was waiting for the day one would kill me in one of the fights. But it had yet to happen, Deacon was good to me when I beat or killed the other familiar. But the fights were getting rarer and Deacon was getting crueller. I needed a way out and just maybe this Daywalker could help me.