She wakes slowly, her whole body aching. The beat of techno music comes from below her. She sits up quickly, realizing that she's laying in an empty bathtub. She lets out a small gasp as the memories from the night before hit her all at once. She remembered the boy. She remembered her hands in his hair, the cool brick pressing against her. She remembered him whispering her thoughts straight from her head. She grew furious as she remembered him pinning her as her fangs extended, denying her his blood. Damien.
She crossed her arms over her still bare chest as the scent of Damien came from under the door. She growled, too weak to move, as Damien walked into the small bathroom. A man in his early twenties came in the room behind him, and if not for the circumstances, she would have shuddered with the pleasure of just looking at him. He was her all biggest weaknesses combined: tall, hot, and emo. He wore grey skinny jeans that fit just right. They were paired with a white Tee shirt, and a black and purple striped bandana and matching beanie. The bandana covered his neck, and his straight black hair fell just above his chin and in his eyes.
When he spoke, she couldn't hold back the small shudder that coursed though her. Damien smirked, and she glared at him. "My name is Evra. I see you've already met Damien. I have claimed you as my slave, and you will reside here with me. Damien will show to the available rooms, and I will see you in exactly one hour. His eyes were a cold gray, staring straight into hers silently for a moment before he turned to exit the room. "Damien, Show her to the rooms, and make sure she's happy. Keep an eye on her thoughts and make sure she's not planning to try anything either. With this he exited the room with the grace of a cat.
Damien nodded and muttered to himself. "Yes master." Kitty growled as Damien approached her to help her out of the tub. "Calm down, I'm just trying to help you up, as you're clearly too weak to move. He picked her up, making sure to keep her a safe distance from his neck. He carried her out of the room, and down a long scarlet hall, stopping at the end of the hall. She peered inside each room, taking only a second to make her choice. She chose the room in the middle, and she lifted a weak arm to point to her choice. He carried her into the room, laying her on the bed so she could examine the room.
The carpet was thick and black, the same shade as the walls. The ceiling was also black, and the walls and ceiling were both decorated with little plastic glow in the dark stars. The bed sat against the far wall, between two windows. She leaned over just enough to pull the cord and let down the blackout shades, to block the bright afternoon sun. Damien smiled and opened the huge walk-in closet. Her curiosity got the best of her and she gathered up her strength to examine the closet. She was shocked to find that it was already stocked with clothes her style and size. She let out a small squeal and came out of the closet, hugging a perfect replacement for her TMNT shirt that was rudely left in the street.
The scent of chicken came down the hall and Kitty felt a twinge of sickness. She turned to Damien and spoke calmly. "Is your master aware that I am a half-breed, and even the scent of bunny food makes me sick?" He frowned, confused. She sighed and explained. "Humans are bunnies." Damien smiled and shook his head, laughing.
"I'm not sure. I thought he knew, but he never saw you feed…" Damien eyes grew wide with the fear of Evra's reaction. She laughed. "Don't worry, Ill break it to him gently"
Kitty new she had to play pretend, and keep her head clear around him. Right now, she pictured nothing but white static. It was a dangerous game, but she knew she had to try if she wanted to escape. She put on her TMNT shirt, and walked next to Damien, the smell of his blood intoxicating her again. She did her best to focus on the sickening smell of chicken, basil, and garlic. She entered the kitchen, and the smell overpowered Damien's sweet blood. She put her hand to her chest, acting flattered when in reality she felt sick.
"Is this all for me, Master?" He smiled, clearly pleased that she was cooperating, and his long inhuman canines gleamed in the light. He nodded, and she walked over to it, inspecting it. It was beautifully prepared, but she could never eat it. Her hair fell in her eyes, and she looked up through it, smiling to show her small fangs. "You don't have any B-positive, do you?" She glared deliberately at Damien, allowing him to hear her laughing in her thoughts. He paid no attention to her as Evra backed away from Kitty, towards him.
"What the hell, Damien!" Evra yelled before crossing the room in less than a heartbeat. Damien flinched as Evra punched him, hard, and then stalked out of the room. Kitty giggled as her stomach rumbled. She looked at Damien ravenously. "I'm sorry, but that was for not letting me eat."
He sighed and picked up a small knife, making a small incision down the length of his forearm, sitting down. With a giggle, she sat down next to him, watching the thick red sweetness run down his arm. "His blood is unusually sweet…like mine…" She realized. Damien heard that thought, but before he could explain why, she pounced, knocking him to the floor.
She had him pinned in less than a second, giggling. He knew he could get up if he wanted to, but he also knew that he owed her at least this. Suddenly her fangs were in his arm, the blood filling her, coming out of his body too fast. He became dizzy quickly, and mumbled her name. She let his arm go, licking the long gash to heal it.
Evra burst into the room, growling. "From now on, she will feed from me and only me." He looked at Kitty meaningfully, and she let out a small apologetic mew and crawled to Evra, hoping he wouldn't get angry as Damien said her name once more, and then lost consciousness.
Too frightened to move, she sat still as Evra fastened a thin black collar around her neck. She turned to look up at him, and she heard the small jingle of a bell. He motioned for her to get up, and she got up and followed him to her room, leaving Damien where he was.