Remisa Bulton's Life

I was always sure I'd lived perfectly, almost live as if I were in a dream because it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I tried to look on the bright side of things, but then I realized that we were in reality and life's not a dream.

My name is Remisa Bulton, I am currently 8 sweeps old but my story really began when I was 4 sweeps old, I loved drawing, singing, and writing, and I still do but, I havent been able to write or draw or sing for a while now. I decided to walk through the woods of the Land of Forests and Storm where I resided. My shoulder length black, wavy hair blew in a slightly cold breeze as I sat in the forest. My pointed teeth digging slightly into my lower lip as I drew pictures of me and my lusus in the mud. Beautiful flowers were blooming in this time, so the forest looked so pleasant. Maybe i'd pick some for Deer mom, It was so peaceful and quiet. But soon that peace would come to an end.

It had all happened so fast, I was full of joy and happiness, picking flowers for my lusus in the forests of my land, when I felt myself being tugged by the collar of the back of my shirt and flung into the air. I looked back to see my lusus flinging me onto her back as she ran through the woods, her hooves tapping hard against the ground.

I gripped to her white, soft fur, unknowing of where we were going or why. I heard a distant scream, then another, and then another. I began to worry, but we stopped at my hive, my Deer lusus looking around frantically. I hurried inside, packing a few important things and running back to meet her outside. I knew we had to go; there was an atmosphere around this place screaming it to me. I heard shuffling in the trees and jumped back onto Deer moms back, as she quickly began galloping through the brush faster.

I remember hearing the sound of gunshots, disturbing laughter, and screams growing louder from behind us, flames began to engulf the forest. I was young, only four sweeps to be exact; I didn't understand at first what was going on but soon I would.

I heard the sound of the gun firing near by, then heard the cry from my lusus, the brown blood spilling out from her neck as she spun around, flinging me off her back and falling on top of me. I cried out, her heavy body covering my waist down. I heard another shot and her body twitch on top of mine. I tried to move out from underneath her, but I was far too weak. Her blood pooled around her and onto my clothes and skin. I cried out again, scratching at the dirt covered ground. I heard chuckling from behind me, but I didn't want to know who it was. I closed my eyes, trying to climb out from underneath my dying lusus. I felt her body twitch atop of mine again, and I began to weep. This day had started out fine but now this! I felt my hair being tugged and a kick to my face, I slowly open one eye, to see three faces hovering above me, covered in shades of lowbloods blood…

"Look at this fucking shitblood, how pitiful she looks"

"Ha man, so fucking disgusting, she should be happy that were ridding her land of these pathetic lowbloods."

I tried to hold back my tears, but it was hard not to cry when your lusus had just been shot and you were going to die soon. I feel another kick to my face, my nose now gushing blood.

"Look at that disgusting filth you bleed!" another one shouted, stepping on my head, forcing my face down into the blood soaked earth. He laughs, repeatedly kicking my head. I groan, flailing my arms and grabbing onto his ankle.

"Oh the little one has some fight in her I see" one of them cooed.

I screamed, digging my nails into his skin, he pulled his leg back shouting nonsense at me as he grabbed my hair pulling me out from underneath my probably dead lusus and tossing me hard onto the ground again. "What should we do to this little bitch!?" he called out to the other two, they mumbled something and then I felt my dirt covered, bloody face being pulled up to look into the deep blue eyes of one of the trolls.

"So little one, how do you feel, having your lusus killed, and being beaten an inch from your life, and the feeling of death sinking in too every morsel of your despicable being?" He gripped onto my long horns that sprouted out of the sides of my head and curved around at the top. He dug his sharp yellow nails into them, sending pings of pain into my head and I screamed louder. I opened one eye, looking up at him, a gun in a holster on his arm, he must've been the one who shot my lusus, he was to blame…I shook involuntarily in his grip, tears welling in my eyes, my nose still gushing progressively less blood.

"You shot her, didn't you?" I tried to sound brave, but it came out more like a squeak.

The blueblood chuckled and gripped my horns harder, pulling my face towards his, "Yeah, and…" the others chuckled with him and I could feel a chill going down my spine. I let my hand wander the ground looking for anything I could use as a weapon. It ran over dirt and small plants, leaves, and a few small twigs, but finally I felt a stick under my hands, not one of those flimsy, insubstantial twigs. Nevertheless, a thick sturdy stick, I gripped it in my palms, trying to look natural. The blueblood continued laughing, leaning in even closer, "don't worry girly, we will end your life slowly and painfully like we did to all the others!"

I gnashed my teeth together, I couldn't stand it anymore, if I was going to die, I would fight to the end. I swung my hand hard, jabbing the stick into his eye, sending him squealing back as he flailed his arms about, blue blood spurting from around where the stick had gone in deep. He smacked me in the face, dragging one of his nails across my left eye, sending my own shade to run and splatter across my face, one of the others ran to help him, and the other ran towards me.

I was quick, jumping up and sprinting into the woods, but it was not soon, before I felt a hard grip on my horns again, pulling me up into the air. I looked into the indigo irises of the taller troll. I was practically mad by now, just doing anything to stay alive. The picture of my dying lusus and my land burning to ashes running through my mind didn't help either. I scratched his face with my claws, digging them as deep as I could, my fingertips dripping with indigo blood. I never thought I would kill anyone higher then me on the hemospectrum, or anyone for that matter at all.

He dropped me and reached for his face, grabbing an ax from a holster on his back with his other hand. I reached into my pack, grabbing the tiny lance I had gotten from my lusus not to long ago. It was small but was sharp and could still do a lot of damage. I screamed as he ran at me, and I dodged his blows, swinging the lance into the flesh of his back, sending more blood onto the ground. He fell back onto the earth and I jumped a top him. "This is for Deer mom and my land!" I shouted, stabbing him repeatedly and randomly until he stopped moving and I was covered in his shade. I collapsed and cried again, for what felt like forever. Soon I was set on killing the last one, I ran back towards the opening in the forest my lusus was laying, the other troll and the one I had stabbed in the eye were sitting nearby.

I stepped into view, confidence bubbling inside me, but not only confidence, but also rage. The troll I hadn't stabbed stepped towards me, his sharp teeth digging into his lip. I ran towards him first, making the first move. I head butted his gut, pushing him to the ground; he smacked me in the back a few times, digging his nails into my shoulders. I was quick, stabbing my lance through his neck, sending cobalt blood onto my arms and shirt. His eyes rolled back quickly and his body went limp.

I stared at the last troll that had attacked me, dried blue blood covering his eye. I grinned, he sat up, pulling his gun out of his holster and aiming it at me. "So little bitch, come to finish me off. I cannot believe a runt like you killed two higher blooded trolls then yourself. It's kind of revolting!" He laughed, standing up slowly and moving towards me. I took a step back, shaking slightly. He ran towards me, smacking my face with the side of his gun, I swing around to see him reach out for me, he grabs me by the hair and drags me across the ground. My blood leaves a trail across the dirt, only a bit lighter shade than the soil. The sky began to turn darker and dark clouds began to darken it more. A storm was brewing, it always seemed like they were in this land. I threw dirt in his face and he stepped back, I kicked back into his leg three times before I heard it snap beneath my foot and then heard his whimper as he fell to the ground. I climbed on top of his chest, bringing my lance to his other eye.

"Don't worry, I will end your life slowly and painfully like I did to all the others!" I cooed, stabbing the lance through his other eye and through his brain, blue blood gushing from the wound, and his body going flaccid. The rain began to start up and the sky became black, my legs let go of feeling, my eyes dark and itching from crying, tears streaming down my face as the rain did to. My nails dug into the ground, as my mind was racing on the fact that I was all alone in the rain pouring outside, covered in the blood of those I had just killed.

I sat next to the dead body of my lusus, digging my bloodied and beaten face into her blood covered white fur. I wept for at least an hour, before I heard more shuffling around me, then a loud chuckle near by.

I slowly turned my face to look at the tall, blood and rain soaked troll. He must have been an indigo blood by the purple iris's he had and the clown paint he wore. Not to mention the bloodied clubs he carried, he smiled wide moving towards me, I flinched, as he got closer to me, and let out a whimper. "did you do this motherfucker?" he asked as he kept moving towards me. I nodded and he laughed again, "NEVER WOULD OF GUESSED YOU'D HAVE THAT IN YOU!" I jumped at the fluctuation in his tone. He grabbed my face and turned me to face him, he looked at the cuts and bruises on my face and then at the blue and indigo shaded blood staining my clothes.

"you could be useful," he mumbled, "a cute motherfucker like you could be very useful indeed." I flinched at the words he was muttering. I closed my eyes as if everything would vanish. He gripped my hair; I could feel his eyes glaring down at me. "Do you want to live or DIE little one!?"

I opened my eyes wide, living or dying. After what had happened, it was a very tough decision. However, as I was only four sweeps old, I of course chose life, and to this day, I regret picking that choice. Everyday I wonder if choosing life was really worth the pain I go through as his slave. I could have avoided the many scars that indigo scum has dug into my body. The mental pain I have gone through, and the physical pain as well. The humiliation, and the disgust and hate I have felt towards myself.

My youth was a disaster, I was forced to submit to scum for being low to them. I was forced into humiliation and compliance when I wanted to fight. I am bound by the scars of a Malevolent Savior, I should of chose death…my life is a mistake. But yet I live as if it weren't, cleaning the Highblood's many rooms and Cooking meals, and running idiotic errands, cleaning blood from the walls and floors where he'd killed other lowbloods that day. Which leads us to the interesting present timeline of my life, me cleaning maroon stains from the floor tiles of the main hall, I use to have a maroon blooded friend, I really don't know what happened to her. I think about this for a few seconds before I hear the sound of the, oh so familiar, chuckling from down the hall. My "master" as he requires me to call him walks slowly down the hall, a wide toothy grin on his face as he checks up on my work scrubbing. "wow, you can barley tell a maroon fucker was slaughtered here" he laughs, turning to gaze at me. I avoided his gaze, scrubbing the ground harder. He leans down, resting his large hand upon my hair, sliding his fingers through it softly, I hold my breath, waiting for him to punch me in the face, or rip out my hair. I just sit on the ground motionless, shaking ever so slightly. Man, I wish he would just humiliate me and leave already. He hums under his breath, continuing to run his fingers through my long hair.

He suddenly removes his hand, moving his hand to grip my chin and force me to look at him. His usual clown makeup was slightly smeared and some of his grey skin was showing. His chilling toothy grin grew illogically wider as he glared at me. "so my little SHITBLOOD," he started, his tone fluctuating, digging his nails deeper into my chin and cheeks, "how about we go get a bite to eat, its not often I feed you on such a random occasion." I sigh, louder then I should have, looking down at my hands. He growls slightly, digging his nails even deeper, sending small drips of blood off my chin and onto my dress. "X-xanthe, you're hurting me…"I mumble, it wasn't the right time to call him by his real name, I should of said master, but I hate that word. He growled louder, his smile fading, I was going to get beat for this wasn't I?

I felt the grip on my face release and a surprised look crossed my face. He stood up straight, his face still humorless and solemn. "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to be so disrespectful to you." I sit up on my knees and bow, my hands spread out by my head, it was so disgusting…I felt so awful.

"if you're hungry and want to eat, I suggest you stop being a LITTLE SHIT, and show a little respect for your MASTER!" he shouts, and I shudder slightly, nodding my head. He motions me to follow him and since I don't feel like getting into more trouble, I follow. I was tired, the Highblood had been pulling all nighters all week, just sitting in the big leather chair in his quarters drinking that fizzy fruity beverage that he loved oh so much, and making me tell jokes and riddles all night long, or playing some awful game with him. Eventually at the end of the week, he would tire out himself, and I would finally be able to sleep as well. But I knew when he passed out from exhaustion I would sneak off to his library, hoping not to get caught. I loved reading the many books on past rebellions of lowbloods and the history of the many lands, it was really quite fascinating.

We got to the dining block, walking through the elaborate jeweled doors, there were a few highbloods sitting with their own slaves standing next to them. I guess I was lucky because those highbloods had new slaves every week, sometimes day. But Xanthe had kept me around for four sweeps surprisingly, I thought I'd of been culled for my attitude I seemed to have with him. He sat down and pulled a seat next to him, motioning me to sit. Another thing that was lucky was that he fed me, more then other slaves at least who only got scraps and would even resort to cannibalism. After I was seated, he stood, moving to the buffet and coming back with a large plate full of bread and meat, and few fruits and vegetables.

I grab an apple and a small piece of bread, nibbling on it as I watched him ravage his plate, using his sharp teeth and nails to rip apart the tender cluckbeast he was eating. He noticed my staring and stopped eating momentarily. "why don't you eat meat remisa?"

I sighed quietly; he asked me this every time we ate together. "I just don't eat meat sir…"

He laughs, going back to eating his food, and chugging down bottle after bottle of soda. I lowered my head, glancing around slightly, I wonder where Capris is? She was always there for you when you either really needed her or didn't want her around. She was an indigo blood like my master, wandering the palace and living her life how she wanted. She had wild long black hair, and long pointed teeth that stuck out randomly. She wore mismatching stripped purple and black tights under her black shorts, and a slime green tie, over her black tank top. She wore fun red suspenders and long indigo arm warmers that went past her fingertips. She as well wore clown makeup, but wasn't as detailed with the placement and preciseness of it. She wasn't the most sound in the mind anymore either, ever since 4 ½ sweeps ago. When she was younger but still a sweep older than I was, we had visited my hive and we hung out as much as we possibly could. I was so happy with her; she would crack jokes and make me laugh until I was in pain.

However, since my land consisted of mostly low-blooded trolls, they never really liked Capris for being as high as she was on the hemospectrum. It was a cold evening and Capris and I had ventured out to the woods, singing fun tunes and whimsical melodies. We cracked jokes when we heard some voices behind us, I turned to see some of the older trolls behind us, and at first they seemed harmless but it was because they weren't after me. I was knocked aside against one of the tall trees, slumping to the ground. I rubbed my head to see Capris dragged to the ground, flailing her arms and legs as she began shouting capricious nonsense.

I got up and felt a slight pain in my shoulder and ran to help her. The Trolls backed off a bit, looking down at me with anger, "How can you be friends with her, a highblood who's kind have ransacked are lands for hundreds of sweeps."

"She's not like them," I whispered, turning to give a fake smile to Capris, who growled deep at the trolls. I swung around to hug her, and hum into her ear to calm her. She wasn't the best at keeping calm and maintaining her tranquil state at times like this. I felt a kick to my back and winced, Capris' eyes growing wide and her growl louder. "It's fine Capris…just stay calm okay…." I mumbled into her ear, papping her back slightly. I felt another kick, and another, "Move it wriggler, you don't understand the pain we've gone through for her kind." They yelled, grabbing my arms and pulling me away from Capris. I yelled, dragging my arms across the dirt. I saw one of the others grab Capris by the horns, smiling slightly as he pulled out the dagger from his pack.

Damnit, it was all my fault….I cried out, closing my eyes and putting my head in the dirt. I heard her scream and cuss, and yell random threats and opened my eyes slightly. I thought they'd just kill her but instead they did something worse, he stabbed at her horns repeatedly, Capris' eyes rolling back into her head, as she reached up to cradle her head. I heard a foul snap and another loud cry, and half of the long horns she had prized were gone, sitting on the ground of broken off shards and blood. He yanked her other horn back, pulling her back into the dirt to lie on her back, stepping on her face with this shoes as he flicked his wrist a few times before I heard another snap. I screamed, and ran towards Capris, but she was already standing up, holding her head with one had and grabbing a hatchet from her strife specibus, she was quick and stealthy as she had always been, she hacked my fellow lowblood into bloody mutilated pieces in seconds. I gagged stepping back at the view; she sprinted past me, slashing at the other trolls head. His large horns dropped to the ground as he screamed. She laughed insanely, picking them up off the ground, "How do you like it shitblood!" she yelled, spinning around and slitting his throat wide open sending a large amount of blood spraying from his neck and onto her.

She collapsed to the ground after that, just repeating that her head was ringing. I half carried, half dragged her back to my hive. Running to get a first aid kit and putting a hot towel over her forehead, She just stared up at the ceiling, eyes wide and teeth bared. She growled slightly as I wiped the blood from her arms and face, removing her makeup. She smacked my hands away, sitting up and throwing the towel off her and onto the couch. I stared at her with worry, as she kneeled down to stare into my eyes, "That fu¢ker had the same look you have now when I ¢ut off his fu¢king horns and ¢ut him into tiny bloody pie¢es!" she coos at me, sliding her fingertips over one of horns. I shiver; her tone was not the sanest or comforting at all. I take a deep breath, smiling lovingly at her, "Capris, you need to calm down okay…" I say clearly, staring into her eyes, the yellow in them turning slightly red with rage.

She growls, digging her nails into my horns, I wince in pain feeling a bit scared of her. Then she stops, scooting far away from me. "I need to go Remi, I keep thinking some weird ass shit, I'll visit again soon…" she winces at the pain in her head and steps towards the door.

"You can't leave, you're injured Capris!"

"I'm sorry, I need to ¢lear my head," she smiles but then she whimpers, reaching to cradle her head, running her fingers over the uneven stubs that were what was left of her horns. She grabs her bag, moving quickly out the door, smiling slightly again at me as she slams the door behind her.

I didn't see her for another four sweeps, I thought she had died or went completely mad, but one day at the palace, the distantly familiar face walked through the large doors, Xanthe yelling nonsense to her, I jumped up, my eyes growing wide. "Capris!" I yelled, she turned her head, looking at me up and down, "R-remisa?"

"You know my little slave?" the highblood cooed at her, then looked towards me. I ran towards her wrapping my arms around her waist and squeezing her tight "where have you been!? I missed you, I thought you were dead!" I was talking to fast, she laughed, hugging me back. "Hey my little brown blooded buddy, I've been around, where have you been, I went to your hive not to long ago and you weren't there, and the land was a fu¢king mess…"

"My land has been that way for a while, when you left about a half sweep later it was attacked and I was brought here."

She nods, licking her lips, She had gotten taller, way taller, and her hair was still long and messy. She smelled like fresh blood, which was disturbingly familiar. Her makeup was practically the same as she wore it sweeps ago as well. I was so happy that day, but Capris still seemed so distant and untouchable, like she was off in another world.

"REMISA!" I snapped back to reality, the highblood slamming his fist into the table causing me to jump in surprise. "uh, I'm…I wasn't…"

"I CALLED YOUR NAME AT LEAST TEN FUCKING TIMES YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

"I'm sorry I was thinking, I wont let it happen again sir…" He grabbed my wrist digging his nails into my flesh, small strings of blood ran down my arm. I gulped, staring back into his eyes. "YOU'D BETTER NOT!" he growled, pulling me out of my seat and dragging me across the tile into the hall. I was prepared to be beaten and get as many lashes as he felt satisfied with, but never enough to kill me…

I remember when I was 5 sweeps old, walking behind the Highblood King, my master. I followed close behind, the bluebloods and other trolls staring at me with disgust and pity. Other Slaves giving me sympathy glances, I guess Xanthe went through slaves almost weekly, sometimes within a day. However, he had taken interest in me surprisingly. I saw one of the bluebloods walk towards me, sticking his leg out and tripping me. I tumbled to the ground, the highblood swinging around to look at me. I stared up at him in fear as he walked towards me, but he went past grabbing the blueblood and pinning him to the wall. "what the fuck was that for…." he asked, his tone frighteningly calm. He retrieved a club from his sylladex, holding it up to the other trolls face. "I ASKED WHY THE FUCK YOU TRIPPED MY SLAVE MOTHERFUCKER!?"

He shook his head unknowing the answer, then stopping to speak, "She's lower sir."

I remember the exact words he said to him, "THAT'S MIGHT BE, BUT SHE IS MY PROPERTY, making her mine to judge and beat, not yours, AND SINCE YOU TOUCHED MY PROPERTY, the judgment is death…" He beats him into a bloodied blue mess, smearing blood onto the tiled floors and walls as we walked to his block. The lowbloods staring at us in shock, the other bluebloods staying clear of him, He just laughed saying, "I won't let anyone but myself hurt you…" I felt strangely happy about this, yet I dreaded it. I thought I would be culled after a week of working under him. Surprisingly, no matter how angry he got with me, he never would kill me. Moreover, it has been sweeps since I first arrived.

I quit my reminiscing in the past and snapped back to reality. For some reason Xanthe hadn't beaten me for not paying attention whilst we were eating. I became cold as I walked through the corridors closer to Xanthe's block. It was always freezing in there, and progressively it became noticeable as we moved closer. I shivered as we turned a corner, moving through the mazelike hallways. We finally got to the large, indigo, jewel encrusted doors that led into his own side of the large building. He opened the heavy doors for me, letting me walk in front of him. We then moved to grip onto my arm, dragging me along through another hallway. It smelt of blood everywhere we went, but I guess I had become accustomed to it.

He flung me onto the large leather couch, moving to sit next to me. He sat me up straight, wrapping one arm around my shoulder and moving me closer to him. I looked around awkwardly, his ice-cold fingertips rubbing against my bare grey flesh, his long yellow nails slightly digging into my skin. My cheeks tinted copper brown as I flushed involuntarily. He chuckled, and I let out a squeak of a laugh, which caused him to laugh louder. He leaned down closer, breathing icy breath that felt so hot on my neck. I shivered, smelling the pheromones coming off him. "why are you so motherfucking warm?"

"Well sir, low blooded trolls seem to have warmer body temperatures I believe…" I murmured, his fingers rubbing farther down my arm; I really don't think he cared for an answer because he didn't even listen to my reply. He licked his lips, staring at me with those terrifyingly bitter, sadistic eyes. I gagged slightly as I looked into them, practically mesmerized. I was afraid, he just stared me down, what did he want, why didn't he just hurt me and get it over with instead of making me suffer with worry. He brought his other hand up, flicking my forehead. I jumped in surprise, falling back into his grip slightly. He pulled me back to sit up straight. "Thank you," I whispered, he nodded. "I'm not as bad as they say you know, I can be polite and caring every now and then."

"I see that sir, thanks again."

"no problem remisa…" my eyes widened, he never called me by my name…He always made up crazy derogatory misnomers for me. I smiled slightly, happy that he was being so gracious. He reached his arm around my waist and grabbed my legs with the other. "I'M TIRED" he growled as he stood, holding me in his arms. He carried me to his sleeping chambers, throwing me onto the large bed, the beautiful embroidered fabric, covering every inch. I felt the large feather pillows against my back, they were so much nicer then the ones I had in my small room Xanthe had provided me for sweeps. He crawled beside me, wrapping one of his arms around my waist and pulling me closer; Reaching to pull the purple fabric over us. He was cold, he was always cold, but I tried to ignore it as he slowly fell asleep, breathing down my neck. His sharp daggers for teeth slightly bore. It took me a bit to fall asleep, but soon I drifted off.

Every night I slept, I had the same dream that I'm drowning in a fiery watery abyss, I've always hated two things, and that's fire and large amounts of water…I was being dragged down deeper, my lungs filling with the burning water. I had long white wings bound in chains around me, long bony arms gripped my legs, pulling and ripping at my flesh. My hair was a mess around me and my eyes went wide as darkness engulfed me, and the dark chuckles around me became louder. I wept, but no sound left my lips, shades of blood began to swirl together around me and soon my own shade formed. I kept falling into the depths deeper and deeper. Until I'd finally awake, my heart racing, my blood boiling and beads of sweat dripping down my forehead. I hated sleep because of this…but this time I didn't wake right away…

I kept falling, my eyes slowly growing dark, my hair longer and my horns twisting out more. I finally reached the bottom of this once bottomless abyss…I dug around, twisting frantically, the arms that had gripped my flesh residing. I opened my eyes wide, looking at the dark water that surrounded me, I couldn't see anything but black. I stood, my body feeling heavy. I wandered freely under the water, my wings torn and tattered dragging in the muck behind me. I heard a crunch under my feet and looked down. Bones were piling up around me, growing wildly. I jumped back to feel a grip on my shoulder; I turned slowly to see the beast behind me, shades of blood pouring from its mouth. It snarled, reaching its talons to rip through my waist, brown blood seeping through the fabric of my dress. I fell to my knees, gripping at my flesh, trying to stop the bleeding, but it didn't do anything, the beast just kept ripping at my flesh sending blood flowing through the murky water. I gagged, the beast biting into my flesh, eating me alive…

I woke up quickly, screaming at the top of my lungs, feeling a hard grip around my waist. I dug my fingers into the arms around me screaming louder, scratching at the large hands. I shook my head around, still only half awake. I felt myself being pulled down, the highblood flipping me over and hovering above me, pinning my arms down. I kicked my feet wildly, unknowing of what was going on, "REMISA!" he shouted and I froze, looking down at the small scratch marks covering his bloody hand. I moved my gaze up to meet his, the room dark and his eyes glowing slightly. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"

"I'm s-sorry sir…I had a bad dream." I was still in a stated of disbelief,

I heard him sigh, and he released his grip on my arms, pulling me up into his embrace. I began to cry as he cradled me, sighing loudly. "its okay little fucker, its all okay…" he tried to comfort me, until eventually fell back asleep, finishing my night with a dreamless sleep.

I awoke that morning, the highblood breathing down on my neck, his arms wrapped around my waist still, I tried to move away slightly, but his grip tightened.