Hi everyone! Please don't think I'm a freak because of this piece. I have been thinking for some time about how things would really be like in the vampire world – the parts that only the vampires see. I imagine they would consider humans much the same way as we see our pets, without letting them know. Some are beloved family members, others are champions in sports and a pride for their owners, and yet others are purely for food production. And, like normal humans, some owners take really good care or their animals and some do not. I wanted to explore this topic a little, so here goes my un-beta'd piece that I wrote last night when I was supposed to a, prepare for a seminar b, sleep.

I have not abandoned "My Chinkara", but my computer has been a mess since July, and I've had to focus on other things. I will get back to it. Soon. I hope. Because it's my baby and I wanna make it perfect. Encouragement helps *wink*

Disclaimer: Any recognisable characters belong to C. Harris. No harm intended, for entertainment purposes only. I have no money; in fact I pick mushrooms in the forest for dinner.

Disclaimer2: My character is very young BUT this is not child pornography. It is my intention to look at manipulation of the mind, not of the body. (Where I live there are very strict laws against child pornography. One guy was recetly sentenced due to translating manga with a naked boy-character in). Therefore, you will not find no lemons here until she is 15, the legal age to have sex in my country, however unrealistic this might seem to you.

The house where I grew up was maintained by my mother and her two sisters. I don't think they were actual sisters, but that's how we, me and my siblings, considered them. They were always pregnant or nursing a baby. All of the children, there was around twenty of us at every one time, lived there as well so it could be quite chaotic at times. But it was always fun, there was always someone whom to play with.

Katherine was sweet as a pie. But she had such sad and tired eyes that I seldom dared to ask her anything. She always returned my attention with a small smile and a sigh, before answering my question or helping me out. Margaret was scarier. She was the one who taught us how to read and write, how to dance and play the piano and many other things. I never crossed her.

And then there was my mother. She was always fair and kind, but she would not tolerate any nonsense either. She loved to spend time in the garden, and she grew the most beautiful fruit. The stuff she cultivated was always better than the stuff Father brought.

Father came to visit every night after dinner. He was the bringer of toys, candy, books and presents; always something but never enough. We children were always eager to please him, in order to be one of the lucky ones that received a gift that particular night. To be one of the favorites. I was often favored, I noticed, but I don't think anyone else did. At least none of the children; maybe Margaret did. She was very perceptive.

I was eleven when Father one night requested me to dance for him, after the gifts had been divided. He dressed me in thin flowing fabrics that swirled when I spun around, and he admired me moving in rhythm with the music. He smiled at me and I had never felt so cherished before in my whole life.

The next morning I woke with blood soiled linen. My mother cried quietly when she saw them, and my two older sisters were jealous that I got my period first – despite being a lot younger than them. That day I didn't have to participate in any chores, and everybody got presents in the evening. I received a beautiful green dress that made me look stunning, and Father took a picture of me and told me not to wear it again until I was told to. I would never dream of going against his wishes.

The girls would leave the house soon after their first period. The boys would leave a little more unpredictably, but one by one they all disappeared. None ever stayed past their sixteenth birthday. Therefore it was no surprise when Father brought me with him, a few weeks after my period-feast. Katherine had pampered me for hours; scrubbed my skin pink, and dressed me in the green dress. I asked her where I was going, but she didn't know. She told me to do them all proud, be a good girl and trust Father. I was told to collect my private things, and late that night Father brought me outside the compound for the first time in my life.

Many hours later we arrived at a Manson with what looked like hundreds of lit windows. Father presented me to a blond man, and he welcomed me into his house. He took my wrist in his hand and brought it to his face, where he sniffed it thoroughly. His touch was cool like Father's.

"Welcome, little one. I will take care of you from now on, instead of your previous Master." he said, indicating Father who was smiling at me. "There are a few house rules, and I expect you to follow them to the letter. James here will tell you and show you to your room."

James picked up my small suitcase and escorted me away.

The next night I was requested to meet with my Master. I was shown to a lovely room with blue décor; it contained a sitting group and a hearth where a fire was crackling. Soon he too stepped into the room. He sat down on the couch and indicated for me to sit next to him. He told me I was beautiful while he ran his fingers through my hair. He stroked my arms and asked me about my accommodations. I thought he was such a caring man and I wanted nothing more than to have him approve of me and to please him.

He told me to dance for him so that he could see me move, and I did. He requested that I remove my dress and I after hanging it across the back of a chair I continued to dance. I hoped that he would approve of me, I was not the best of my sisters but I tried so hard, I wanted so badly for him to like me. I tried to see what he liked, but it was difficult as he was slumped back, resting his head on one arm and quietly observing me. When my muscles ached from moving around for what must have been hours, and my legs threatened to give away, he beckoned for me to sit on a soft pillow by his feet.

"I hope that I am able to please you, sir," I said in a timid voice, looking down at his feet.

"I'm sure you will learn to please me" he replied with a smirk on his lips while tracing my jaw line with a finger. "But with that one sentence you have displeased me twice" he stated, and appalled I looked up at him.

"I'm so sorry!" I manage to cough out. "Please tell me what I did wrong?"

"First, you are not to speak without being spoken to. I am positive James explained this to you yesterday, did he not?"

"Yes, he did. Please, forgive me, sir!" I replied, tears threatening to surface. How could I be so stupid?

"And second, you are only to address me as Master"

"Yes, Master"

"Good girl," he said, and kissed my forehead. He held my head in both his hands and turned my face up towards him so that he could drag his nose across it. He parted his lips and let his tongue trail along my closed eyelids, catching the stray moisture, and I could hear a deep rumble within his chest.

"You smell wonderful," he told me and fisted my hair with one hand while lifting my right wrist to his mouth with the other. He started to kiss and lick and nibble at my skin and suddenly there was a small but sharp pain in my arm. I flinched and stifled a gasp at the surprise of it, but he held me still, licked his lips and looked at me like I was crazy.

"I'm sorr…" I began, before remembering myself and quieting down.

"Why do you flinch away from me?" he asked and I could see his long gleaming fangs.

"I've never been hurt before, and I was surprised" I told him, realizing that I had not reacted as expected.

"This is not hurting you, little one, this is completely normal. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," I replied, cursing myself for being so stupid and unworldly.

"Good Girl" he said, and resumed petting my hair and suckling my wrist. His hold on my arm was a little hard but his tongue felt wonderful on my skin, no pain at all just this soft tingling where his mouth had touched me.

"That will be all for tonight," he stated when he released me. "Go to your room and rest."

I nodded, picked up my dress and went straight to my room and my bed. I was dead tired and all my muscles hurt like hell.

I woke up in the middle of the day. After dressing and having breakfast I settled in the garden to contemplate my situation. I was determined not to make a fool of myself again and went through my mental list of rules I've gotten so far. Do not speak without being spoken to; address the sweet man as Master; do not question any demands or directions; do not sit in the furniture unless invited; pay attention… When James had told me the list it seemed so long and loose, but surely I could get it right? I recalled the conversation when he told me of my new home.

"No food is served after dark" he had told me, and I had to question him, of course.

"Well, to reduce the smell, I guess... But don't question things either. You have personal responsibility to keep your body in good shape. If you are unsuccessful you will receive directions. If you need anything, write it down on the list by the door to the human dining hall. As long as it's reasonable, you should have it by… "

When I started to get chilly I returned to my room. I brushed my long wavy hair until it was as smooth as the marble stairs and changed into my favorite dancing dress. It was sheer and sparkly, flowing through the air when I twist and turn and Father used to tell me that the deep red color made my hair look like gold. And I waited. I paced around afraid to sit down and wrinkle the dress, but after a while I simply couldn't care no more. When the skies started to pale I cried myself to sleep, devastated that Master didn't want to see me.

The next day I thought about if I should stay in the common areas instead of lingering in my quarters, but I decided against it. What if Master sent for me and I wasn't there? Surely that would make him mad. I really didn't want to make him mad. I wanted to do everything that I could to make him happy.

I spoke with a thin girl a little bit older than me. She said her name was Louise, and she told me of the meetings and dinners when she had been allowed to wait upon our Master as he entertained his important guests. She told me of the beautiful people she'd seen, and of the wonderful clothes and jewels they wore. Of their graceful servants with gems around their necks and I became envious of their skill and good fortune. I also envied Louise, and wished that I one day would be worthy of attending to Master like that.

I also asked her about last night, since I figured she had more experience than me and might be able to tell me what to do. She advised me that as long as I pleased him Master would keep calling for me whenever he felt like it; but that he was an important and busy man and that he would not have time for me every night. I decided that I should always be prepared to serve him on short notice, never to inconvenience him in any way, and that he probably would appreciate my adaptability to his needs.

The next night I was called for. I hurried as fast as I could to the blue sitting room where he was waiting for me. He smiled at me when I arrived and I was very relieved that he wasn't mad at me. I returned the smile and tried to keep eye contact with him as his gaze travelled over my body, as to get some hint for what he wanted me to do. He beckoned for me to stand in front of him. He's not very tall, my Master, for being an adult, but he is strong and has the smoothest pearly skin.

"My dear, you have something that I want. Would you care to give it to me?" he asked, still smiling and reaching out to cup my cheek with one of his slender hands.

"Of course," I replied, reeling with joy over the chance to please him "Anything for you."

"Then cry; I want to taste your tears again"

Cry? How do I cry when I am so happy to see him again? I was perplexed, and stared at him for guidance before I bowed my head in shame.

"I'm sorry, Master. I don't know how" I uttered weakly. His steady grip forced my face up to look at him. His eyes were disappointed, and it was all my fault.

"Do you deny me this simple gift?" he asked, and I hated myself for failing his expectations.

"No! No, Master. I want nothing more than to make you happy. Please, tell me how?"

"It would make me happy to taste and drink your tears. If you want to please me, why don't you give them to me? What good are they to you?"

"Please, Master! Help me. I don't know how. Please tell me!" I begged him, feeling that maybe soon I would cry anyway due to my own horrible failure. I was useless; I couldn't even give him the one thing he wanted. And he was so tender, he gave me the best chance in the world to prove my worth to him and still I couldn't fulfill his wishes.

"When was the last time you cried?" he asked sweetly whilst stroking my neck in a soothing manner. Master is so caring! Maybe I would get another chance at proving that I was worth his time.

"When my brother hurt my arm" I answered.

"So you cry when you are in pain, yes?" he said, smiling at me. "That's simple then. Be in pain."

"Oh please, Master! Hurt me so that I will cry! Please help me to cry!" I begged, and he smoothed out my hair, turned me around slowly and gently and twisted my right arm behind my back. It was the most agonizing pain I had ever felt, red sizzling shots from my arm and along my spine. I gasped at the shock and bit my lip to avoid screaming out in agony, as he bent my head to the side to start lapping up my pouring tears. I felt the taste of blood in my mouth as the cold wet streaks from my tears begun to be replaced by the tingling sensation left by his cool tongue. He twisted my arm harder, and I couldn't help but pant as new waves of pain shot through my body, refilling my eyes with fresh liquid. When I opened my mouth his lips covered mine and his tongue explored all the cervices in my mouth until he was satisfied that there was no blood left, and he resumed lapping at my face until the skin was dry.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Thank you what?" he immediately asked in a hard voice.

"Thank you, Master, for helping me to please you."

"Don't stop. I am not quite satisfied," he replied.

"Oh please, hurt me more! Please!" I begged, happy to have found a way to satisfy my wonderful Master, and immediately there was more pain shooting through my trembling body, once again forcing tears to pool in my eyes.

"I am happy to make your task easier," he whispered in my ear before returning his attention to my eyes. I kept begging him to cause more pain, and thanking him for hurting me until my throat was dry and I thought I would soon not be able to give him no more. I started to fear that despite his help I wouldn't be able to provide the tears he wanted but suddenly he let me go and I fell to the floor.

"I am very happy with your eagerness to please me, and your behavior tonight. If you maintain this you might well be worthy of providing me with blood again tomorrow," he stated as he dismissed me. I stumbled into bed cradling my aching arm, but the pain didn't matter. I had managed to satisfy Master and I was happier than I had ever been.

Sunday, 1st November 1998

This Halloween has been wonderful. My dearest has gifted me with a new pet, from Giovanni's. She is most generous. I cannot imagine what she must have paid for it, I know that they are not cheap as he uses women with fey blood for breeding and only sells two or three every year, and this one is particularly interesting. Her sire is the half-fairy that was captured and drained around his parts a decade ago. It is evident in her blood that the pedigree speaks the truth. I guess he used the half-fairy for breeding before he consumed him.

But it's exciting as well. She comes with no guarantees as such a high percentage of fey can have negative side effects. I've been told she might not be susceptible to glamour, and it is recommended that a close watch is kept for signs of fairy powers as she matures. If she starts to develop fey characteristics I've been instructed to give her iron shots daily to keep her from revolting, teleporting or raising an alarm. But if that would happen I guess I would have to put her down. It would be such a shame, she tastes delicious and has a pleasing exterior. She also seems eager to please and easy to train. Maybe, with the right training, I'd be able to keep her domesticated even if she develops powers? That would be an achievement to be proud of.

Either way, I'm determined to enjoy her pleasures as long as they last. She's still so young though, hardly ripe though she has started her bleedings.

So, give me your thoughts. When did you realise who he was? Maybe you're still guessing?