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Summer Jane

~Eric~

I looked at my pet for a moment before answering. She was unaware that a lot of blood had gotten on her. I couldn't send her back to the like that.

"That's none of your concern." I told her and without taking another moment to let argue, "Pam won't you take Rachel home?" I only called her Rachel when I was angry or sometimes when I was addressing other people.

"It would be my absolute pleasure Eric then I'll just leave your hair in this condition and you'll never be able to get the blood out." Pam sneered.

"Fine, finish this." I turned to look at my pet, "Go and wait for me in the other room. The one at the end of the hall." The room at the end of the hall was a fully secured lightproof bedroom in case of emergencies. Rachel shook her head stubbornly and held on to Lafayette's hand, "Fine then you'll wait in the basement with your friend." I saw her physically shiver and grow pale at the thought. Chow had returned and prepared to take the drug dealer back to the basement. He grabbed Rachel's arm as well with unnecessary force. She yelped and I saw pure fear in her eyes. I smiled and signaled for Chow to release him. He obliged hesitantly. She threw one last hopeless glance at Lafayette before scrambling out of the room. Pam laughed in amusement.

"Don't do anything to that girl, she ain't done nothing to nobody in her entire life. So you just let her be." Lafayette's previous fear faded out of his eyes as he spoke of my little pet with compassion. If he wasn't so obliviously gay I might even be jealous and perhaps rip his head off for such passion but I let it slide. As he was dragged away I leaned back in my chair to give Pam full control and closed my eyes. Remembering with fondness the time I brought my little lover down to the basement.

~…~

She was scared as Eric led her down the creepy stairs down to bellow the club. In the basement it was completely concrete with chains hanging from the ceiling. It held no occupants at that time and Eric smiled as he wrapped his arms around his little lover's waist. She shook slightly. This was the first time she's been asked to bartend and was wearing jean shorts and the club's shirt she was given. Eric ran his tongue over the bite marks he'd left from the night before.

"Eric can't we just go back upstairs? If you really want to do this right now isn't there a room at the end of the hall?" Rachel protested but he ignored her and took her hand leading her to where shackles were hanging from the ceiling.

"But this is so much more fun." Eric argued while taking her wrist and securing them inside the cuffs.

"Ow. Eric. Stop!" She yelped and tried to pull her second wrist away but he had a good grip on it. Once she was completely helpless he ripped the shirt from Rachel's body and started kissing down her neck. He was midway through taking her bra off which was almost the last thing to come off when he realized that she was crying softly. He licked away her tears and hoisted her up to wrap her legs around his waist.

"Why are you crying pet? It can't possible be of pleasure yet but surely it's not displeasure either."

"Eric let me down please." She sobbed and he contemplated glamouring her into enjoying herself but decided against the idea. Though he would normally do nothing of the sort, he detached her wrists. After all, what did he possibly have to gain from her being unhappy?

"Tell me why you object so much to this." He took her face between his hands but she just shook her head and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Thank you." Was all she said. He shrugged and looked disappointed, she sighed, "Does this mean we can't resume where we left off minus the shackles?" A smile slowly crept across Eric's face.

~Eric~

I snapped out of the memory and smiled as I looked at my freshly cut hair. I had to admit, it looked better and much sexier. Pam beamed at her work as I ran a hand through it and praised her profusely.

"She won't be able to keep her hands off you." Pam whispered eagerly. She too was fond of my human, way too fond for Rachel's comfort. I did ask her however to keep most of her sexual comments to herself in my pet's presence.

"She's not too happy with me right now." I grumbled, standing from the chair.

"I'm sure she'll get over it." Pam rolled her eyes at me over dramatically and turned to return to the club. It was full tonight therefore I probably should make an appearance. I planned on taking Rachel home and then come back to grace the crowd with my presence. I walked to the room at the end of the hall. Rachel was sitting on the bed with a stiffened posture and pale face. She looked up at me when I entered the room; her eyes widened as she gazed at my newly improved appearance but didn't comment on it. She looked away, determined not to give in.

"He's a V dealer, he had to be punished and questioned." I told her. She didn't look at me again or speak. After what seemed like an eternity she raised her head to meet my eyes.

"Please let him go." It came out as a whisper and I growled in frustration, "For me." She finished.

"No." I said flatly, not leaving any room for discussion but she tried anyways. I cut her off as she opened her mouth to argue, "I am not letting him go, not until I get what I want out of him."

"Not even for me?"

"Not for anyone!" I hissed back at her desperate plea, "I would not push me on this Rachel."

"But I'm sure he's sorry and he'll never do it again! He's in a dog collar and covered in blood! Don't you think you've punished him enough?" She protested. Getting off the bed swiftly and up on her tiptoes to try and get eye level with me. She didn't quite make it.

"Irrelevant." I pushed her back a little, "He's not going anywhere."

"Please Eric! He's one of my best friends!" She cried. There was a knock on the door before Pam entered.

"Eric your maker is here to visit." She said and left as Godric entered the room. Rachel ran to him and wrapped her arms around him. He stroked her hair comfortingly and looked over her head to stare at me incredulously.

"What's the matter lilla (little one)? Tell me what upsets you so." He whispered in her ear.

"He's a monster." She sobbed and my fangs clicked out. She looked at them with tear filled eyes and made a small gasp before burying her face back into my maker's shoulder.

"Do not speak to me in such a fashion, you will not live long enough to regret it." I warned her icily. Godric gave me a disapproving look as she shook with fear in his arms. I rolled my eyes, "She's being ridiculous." I explained and she tore away from Godric.

"I'm being ridiculous? You have one of my oldest friends locked up in your basement like he's a wild animal and I'm being ridiculous? For what Eric? Caring? These are feelings, do you even remember what it was like to have those?"

"Det är allt (that's it)!" I shouted in my native tongue and pinned her up against the wall maybe a little too forcefully. She withered in pain and blood started trickling down her arm from where he elbow had hit the wall, "You shall speak to me with respect do you understand me? If not then it will be you down there chained to the wall and it will not be for the same reasons as last time. Do I make myself clear?" She nodded and swallowed hard. She was terrified and tears were running down her cheeks freely. I released her and she crumpled to the floor.

"Eric…" Godric tried to be the voice of reason as usual but I would have none of that this evening.

"Take her home with you, I do not wish her in my sight for the time being." Retracting my fangs I dusted myself off and left the scene. Already picking out the girls I would use to replace her tonight.