I blinked; my head was pounding like hell. "Hell," I cursed, remembering the night's events. Tears fell from my eyes, causing more pain to rank my body. As I got control over my body again, I looked around. I was on in a large room, the walls are a dark red and there were various paintings around the room, like a gallery, for there were books and CD's that lined the walls in between the pictures. I moved to get up, but I couldn't sit up, my body was in protest to moving, so I laid there on the four poster bed staring at the ceiling designs of the room.
I could hear someone, but I didn't move to acknowledge him. There were never any female vampires, the men played with them then threw them away. We were just toys to them, and I was hopping mine would go quickly, do nothing that would make myself boring to play with, so I would die quicker. The silence returned, and I opened my eyes, overhead was not the ceiling, but now the face of the King, his silver eyes staring back.
This was seriously bad. I was now in the King's rein and am his toy. Yes, this was not good at all. He seemed to notice my fear and leaned forward his fangs growing in length, trying to get a reaction out of me. I shivered as his cool breath blew over my neck, then I pushed with all my strength against his shoulders to make enough space for me to roll over off the bed and stand. I was only able to get as far as my stomach to the mattress before he pinned me down. "Let me breath," I mumbled, my face was smashed into the pillow and there was no air coming into my lungs, "Please." I was pegging for air now, he held there until my lungs were about to burst. It felt like the feeling you have when sitting under water, able to see the surface, but not able to go up just yet. "Please, King," I whimpered out.
I felt the pressure diminish and my head was pulled up, bending my back into an arch. "Good pet," he stated.
I growled, "I'm not a pet, you don't own me." The words came to me before I could think about what the consequences might be.
"Watch you tongue, or I might just cut it out," he bent over my face with his cold silver eyes staring into mine. He seemed pleased for some reason. A knock on the door stopped my thoughts as I was suddenly pushed down again and left to lie on the bed. The vampires were talking in their fast dialects, the King seemed angry, his smooth voice was lower and deadlier than when he was talking to me, it almost made that tone sweet. I looked up, the over vampire was a boy, brown hair and red eyes, the looks of a fifteen year old, but he must have been a lot older in age for his dress was renaissance based. "Jaken, you will take care of her," The King ordered before leaving the room.
"Jaken," I called, just to see if I heard right. He nodded in affirmation. I shivered; I was still shaking from the incident.
He walked over to me and handed me some food, actual hot food that would feed at least two men. I smiled in thanks before taking the bread without hesitation and began eating. My stomach was hungry and I couldn't tell how long I have been sleeping, there were no windows to tell the time. I didn't notice that Jaken left me, but after the food was gone and my stomach was satisfied with the food, I turned to the books. They were of all sorts, legends to diaries and anything in between. Some even looked hundreds of years old; it must have been a collection that King was collecting. I had been given a huge luxury to stay in this room and the access to all the books it held.
I explored the room, went through the books first. They were aligned nicely by their times and subjects. I pulled out a few that looked interesting and began one book that I liked the most. I never really liked philosophy or even fiction books, but the collection the King had was quite interesting.
"Enjoying yourself," a voice brought me back to reality. The King was standing at the doorway, arms crossed, and his eyes were now a golden color. "Do you like my collection?"
I nodded, turning back to the page and reading. I felt him come up behind me and look over my shoulder, his breath hot on my ears. I heard him hum, and then pull me into his lap, "What," I growled.
"Watch it," he hissed back, his teeth at my collarbone. I tensed, as he flicked out his tongue, it was almost like an ice cube placed on my heated skin. "Entertain me," he ordered.
"Like hell I will," I breathed out hastily; I still wasn't watching my tongue around him.
"Sharp," he pointed out as he sunk the tips of his fangs into my shoulder. I whined as he began to suck at the blood that leaked out of the small wounds, there was something about the bite that made it hurt worse, almost like a paper cut, so shallow, but bleeds and hurts like some large wound. Once he tasted my blood, he pulled away, as he had done before when I first meet him.
"My blood is poison," I asked. He glared at me, his eyes were now white, like confusion, but they were still cold. "Hope you die," I laughed.
"On the contrary, it's delicious," he remarked.
"Then taste," I picked at the formed scab and pressed to cause the blood to flow freely out of the punctures. He pulled back and grimaced as I did so. "Not so tough are you," my fear was all gone now, I had his weakness, I think.
"My King," Jaken interrupted his comeback, "The Others' have returned." Jaken's monotone was still there, but his eyes were a purple tint. The King nodded, gave me a look then turned to stalk out the door followed by Jaken, who closed and locked the door behind him. I just returned to my reading, I was trying so hard to be a boring pet, but my heart raced.
"Damn," I sighed, I couldn't pull this off anymore. I laid back on the bed and began to form another plan.
