Chapter 4
Author's notes: Sorry if you don't like the way Ivan is treating Arthur, but if it bothers you so much, you could always just stop reading. Just saying. Anyway, at least Ivan isn't trying to kill him, right?
Ivan: Don't be so sure *evil grin*
Me: Oh hush up! No you don't. You like having a slave
Ivan: *shrugs* I can always find another one, da~? *looks at me and his eyes flash red*
Me: *smacks Ivan over the back of the head* Don't even think about it. Anyway, *turns back to reader* hopefully you'll enjoy the rest of the story.
Arthur's POV
I awoke in the alleyway with a very bad headache. I touched my neck and winced. Not only was the mark still there, but it was still sore and a little bit of blood stuck to my fingers. I was able to stand, eventually, and I returned home. The note he had stuck to my door was still crumpled at the doorway, so I picked it up and threw it away. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up my neck the best I could, and I saw what caused my headache. Last night, after he let go of me, I must've hit my head really hard, because I had a small gash just above my eyebrow. I cleaned that too and placed a wet washcloth on it to try and help with the pain, and then I heard a knock at the door. I went to the window and checked to see who it was.
'So, it was him I saw yesterday at the café!' There was Ivan, standing under a black umbrella, waiting at my door. I didn't open the door, in fact, I locked it. "What do you want?" I asked through the door. "I was making sure you were still alive, da~? Can I come in?" 'Perfect! Not only is the door locked, but vampires can't come inside without being invited.' I grinned. "No, you cannot." "Too bad," he said as he broke down my door. "What the hell is your problem?!" I yelled. He collapsed his umbrella and walked in, leaning the door awkwardly on the doorframe. "My problem is that I have an unruly slave," he said, sitting down in a chair, "and no matter what I try, he keeps fighting back." I knew he was referring to me. "Don't call me your slave. You are NOT my master." He leaned back in the chair and put his feet on the table.
"I'm not? Then, how do you explain why the mark on your neck hasn't begun to heal yet?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you keep biting the same fucking spot!"
"You really don't know anything about vampires, do you?" His eyes were closed and he spoke in a dreamy voice. "That mark will never heal, no matter how much time goes by. It is my mark, the mark of ownership. Only greater vampires can place the mark of ownership, and they can only place it if they have no other slaves. I've been looking for a slave for a while, but none of them were good enough. That's why you were the only one out of the fifteen that I didn't kill. I picked up your scent while in the park that night. There was something about it that was just so tempting. I knew you were the one I was looking for. I knew you were meant to become my food slave."
"Food slave?"
"It means I can use you as a food source for as long as I want. I'm not forced to kill you after feeding from you. You should be thankful I saved you from death, especially after what you did last night."
"Thankful? Why should I be thankful," I scoffed, "I told you I wanted to die, and that living this way was hell!"
"But that is not your choice, da~? You will die when I say you can." He got out of the chair and walked over to me. "You need to learn that as long as I'm alive, and you are alive, I own you. You no longer have free will, but rather, your free will is what I want you to do. Is that understood?"
I wanted to retaliate, but I couldn't think of what to say. I didn't want this. I didn't ask to become the servant of, literally, a bloodthirsty killer. But I also didn't want him to treat me like he treated my door, so I looked down and nodded.
"Good. You're not as stupid as you come off to be." He headed towards the door. "Oh, by the way, until the other vampires know that you're mine, I will have to live with you, but don't worry, it should only take about three days. That means no more going outside after the sun goes down, at least when I'm not around. I will be back in a few hours, so until then, try not to fall for any more tricks. And especially, do not answer the door. Is that understood?"
"That door isn't going to keep anything out, even if I refuse to answer it."
"Fine, I'll fix the door. But do not answer it when I'm not here, da?"
"Alright, mum."
He glared at me, not impressed by my sarcasm. He had it fixed in almost ten minutes, and then he was gone. Now was the time to plan my escape.
Ivan's POV
I knew he was going to try something stupid, but I wasn't going to stop him. He needed to learn to listen to me, and I had a feeling whatever he was planning was going to be very entertaining.