Chapter 15 – Brian's Day = Brian's POV
September 29, 2004 = Wednesday
'She definitely has an ass,' I thought as I watched the mistress walk into the bathroom. Well, I had my orders. Get the girl to her house to get her get her stuff, then send her off to school, plus everything else I had to do today. Get Angel her fix, get the mistress some more clothes, make sure the runt didn't run.
'Yeah, not a good day,' I thought as I pulled the rag off my eyes and put my feet on the ground. I still had a headache from the beating Angel gave me, but as Mercurio had told me, I'd heal faster than I'd thought possible. My arm no longer hurt, nor did my ribs, but my head still felt like I had the top ten worst metal bands going full grunge.
But I had a job to do, and something in me wasn't going to let my mistress's wants go unneeded. I glanced to Constance, who stood at the window. Shivering? Na, that couldn't be right. What did she have to fear? Well, except maybe the fact that she was food for the mistress. But she knew that going in, right?
I stood and went to stand behind her. She flinched at seeing my reflection, wrapping her arms tight around herself. What was she afraid of?
"So, I guess your going to do it now?" she asked, her voice a full octave higher. She still never looked back at me, but kept her eyes forward.
"Do what?" I asked, shifting on my feet. I didn't have much time, and I needed to be back by eight.
"You're going to break me in, right? Make me obedient by doping me up on something?"
I shook my head. What did she think she was going on anyway? "Not my job," I said, sidestepping the issue. The mistress would have my head if she didn't have her breakfast. Was it breakfast? Or was she more like a milkshake? "Mistress said to take you home and get your stuff. That's what we're going to do."
"Oh, okay," she said, very visibly relaxing.
"Come on, kid," I said, turning around and walking for the door. "Gotta get going."
"Yeah," Constance said, turning to follow, "Just not looking forward to going home again."
Constance's directions for her house took us away from the beach into a troubled neighborhood. The buildings were more run down here and the streets were rougher. Constance didn't seem happy to be going home but she kept walking, even as the sun rose overhead raising the temperature. I began to wonder why she hated going home so much, but there wasn't a lot that made sense about her. Then again, nothing made sense since the mistress walked out of the shadow and into my life.
God, I didn't need to be distracted by her right now. I kept my eyes on Constance, then followed her as she turned in to a small run down dump. She used a key hidden under the front steps to get in, not even bothering to replace it. I hesitantly stepped inside, not from any fear that I wasn't invited, but that I didn't know who was home.
The first thing I noticed was the empty whiskey bottles. Like, lots of them. Questions formed in my mind, but for now they'd go unanswered. Not like I wouldn't have a lot of time to get them answered. If she ever decided to talk that is.
I followed her into what I assumed was her room. Constance was pulling clothes by the handful from her closet, tossing them onto her bed which set flat on the floor. I looked around the room, noticing some of the furniture was broken, including a broken box full of CD's. I perused the broken cases, finding Santana, Christina Aguilera, Aaliyah, and Destiny's Child among the mix.
'What a waste,' I thought, as Constance left the room. I suddenly felt awkward, being in her room without her, but just leaned up against the wall and pulled out my cigarettes. I had just lit one when Constance came back with a couple of trash bags. She pushed her clothes into the bags, leaving only her school uniform out. She had actually undone most of the buttons on her slutty halter top before she remembered I was in the room. Clutching her top closed, she spun to face me.
"God! Mind giving me a little privacy, you perv?"
"Nothing I haven't seen before," I told her. Not that I was interested in her, but I was trying to keep my mind off Eliza. Constance gave me a pleading look which I ignored. She turned around, trying to minimize what I could see as she took her halter top off to put on the white button-up shirt. I could see the bruise on her back that had been covered before. She then put on the gray skirt before undoing her jeans and taking them off. They also went in the bag, along with her fancy shoes. She pulled a set of pumps from the other side of the bed and was just setting down to put them on when the front door thumped open.
"Constance! Get your ass out here!" a loud voice yelled. I looked over at Constance, to see a tear roll off her cheek.
"I'm not doing it again," she whimpered softly. "Not with him."
"Don't worry," I told her, taking hit off my cigarette. "You're not for him anymore."
Constance nodded, and finished getting dressed. After bagging up the last of her stuff, she tied off the two bags. I picked them up, and Constance led the way back out. Back in the main room, I met the man who seemed to terrify Constance. He was sitting on the couch, wearing only his boxers, a half empty Jack bottle in his hand.
"You little, slut!" he yelled at her.
"Goodbye, Charlie," she said, as she walked to the door. That seemed to piss off the man on the couch as he roared to his feet and charged us. He managed to knock Constance off her feet, before I realized what was going on. I then dropped the bags and threw a punch at the drunk, knocking him away from Constance before he could further harm her. The drunk quickly floundered around and found his feet, charging me.
I found I could easily sidestep the brute, and pushed him enough to plow into the wall. That caused the drunk to hold his head, this time staying on the floor. I checked on Constance, who was picking herself up off the floor. She seemed fine, but there was hatred in her eyes.
"I'm leaving. Tell mom whatever you want, I don't care any-fucking-more," she said, her voice as venom filled as a snakes. She then picked up a bag, and walked out the door, leaving me alone with the nearly naked drunk.
"Let me add something to that," I said, kneeling down beside him. "If you come for her, if you send any cops to get her, Death itself will come visit you," I said, sure that my Mistress would come herself to retrieve Constance. She seemed to have a thing for the young girl's blood. The drunk nodded, and feeling the man knew better than to try and do anything foolish, I picked up the last bag and ran after Constance.
I caught up to her about half a block away, not that she was trying to get away. She kept her head down, not happy with having to contend with her step-father. I let her deal with her own problems, mainly because I didn't know how to deal with them either. What is it with women and their mental hang-ups?
My thoughts went to my mistress, Eliza. How am I going to deal with my feelings for her? Anything she said, I'd do. Even being forced to turn around when she got dressed. But during the day, when she would lie there, I couldn't help but admire her beauty. And at night, when she'd come out dressed in a towel, I'd look at my Playboy magazines so she wouldn't think I was getting off looking at her.
I shook my head but couldn't stop thinking of her. I knew her blood was my drug, but it was so addictive that I couldn't ever stop thinking of her. I looked at Constance, wondering how the girl dealt with her problems. As a guy, I usually never did. We just exist, letting the problem take care of itself in time. If it was a girl, well there were always more fish in the sea.
But Eliza? She was the legend. The one you mount and show off to your friends.
I shook my head again. 'Focus,' I told myself. 'Quit thinking about the mistress.' I was glad when we finally got back to the apartment, and we placed both bags in the falling-down kitchen. I checked the time, thirty after seven. I had time before Angel showed up, but Constance needed to get off to school.
"Shouldn't you be heading for school?" I asked and she nodded absently.
"Yeah," she said. "Where's Eliza?"
"Asleep," I said. "Sharron will be here at probably three, so when you get out, rush home. Now, better go before you're late."
Constance nodded, then left the apartment. I sat on the bed, preparing myself for the great waiting game. All day long, if I had nothing to do, I would just lay out on the bed. Making sure nothing harmed her. At least now I'd have someone to share it with after three.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost missed the knock at the door. Getting up and pulling the Glock from under my pillow, I answered it. Angel stood there, still dressed the same as she'd been earlier. She didn't wait for an invitation, but just came straight in, aggravating me.
"Where is it?" she demanded.
"Cash first," I said, making sure to keep the pistol on her. I wasn't going to take a chance, not with the mistress in the next room. Angel pulled a bank envelope from her cleavage, tossing it to me. I caught it with my free hand and opened the envelope, counting the hundred dollar bills out. The full three thousand was there, which really didn't surprise me.
Angel wasn't an addict, like most dancers. She actually had a brain and refused to enslave herself to any drug, which made her decision to take the same stuff Sharron did seem off. Though as I had it figured if it made Sharron, who usually was just another fly on the wall seem like a pretty flower, what would it do the pretty flower? Make it a rose bush in full bloom?
Tucking the money into my pants, I looked at a waiting Angel. "Alright, sit on the bed, both hands on your knees." Angel complied, though the lady in her had her legs close together. I slipped past her, and into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Eliza lay on her blanket, passed out while the sun was up. The vial was in her hand, with a needle thing sticking out of her arm. I had the basic idea, and took the vial from her hand and stuck it in the needle, and it began to fill. The idea that I could milk my mistress like this forever hit me, but I dismissed it. I was her slave in a contract written by blood. I'd never get away with it.
Never.
With the full vial, I went back out to find Angel waiting on me. I handed her the vial, but I kept the gun ready. "Drink it, here and now." I told her.
"It looks like blood. It's tainted isn't it? AIDS or something?"
"Hardly. Same stuff Amber takes. Guaranteed to make you the most desired girl in the room. Oh, and you take that here and now, or I," I waved the gun a bit, never taking it off her. Angel got the point, popping the top on the vial and downing it. She gasped as it hit, and I finally lowered the gun. She was hooked now, forever bound to our mistress.
"Okay, that's a rush. Can I get my gun back now?" she asked, smiling a bit to entice me. "I kind of need it to protect myself."
I smiled. Yeah, I can be a dick. In more ways than one. I slipped a free hand into my pants to rub my limp noodle and her face fell. I had never been able to afford any of the girls at Four Play and the occasional fling with Sharron was as close to heaven as I could get. Sure I used drugs to get girls to sleep with me, sometimes they were young like that Constance kid. Those were the ones I was probably the biggest dick to, forcing the girls to trade their bodies for their fix which in turn led to more drugs and sex.
Watching as Angel slipped off her flowery top had my limp noodle rising to attention. With her top off, I could see her white push-up bra and how it held her those perfectly formed tits. She reached behind her back to unhook her bra, then laid it on top of her shirt beside the bed. I stared at her perfectly formed breasts and her light pink nipples transfixed by her beauty. It wasn't until she leaned back on the bed to slip her leather mini off that I realized I was overdressed.
Stashing the gun on top of the fridge, I used both hands to push my pants and underwear to the floor. It was only then I realized that I still had my shoes on, so I slipped them off with my pants around my ankles. As I looked up to Angel, my hardening manhood pointing the way, I saw that she was already slipping her panties down creamy legs. Seeing the slit of her womanhood had my own manhood achingly hard. The moment she added the panties to the pile that was her clothes, she spread her legs and used a hand to spread her slit wide in invitation.
Like I needed one?
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Scene edited for sexual content. Please visit Archiveofourown and find this story there for the rest of this scene. Sorry, Fanfiction won't let me post sexual scenes or other links with these stories. My name there is RaiderWolf, and the story name is Rise of a Shadow.
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Suddenly tired, I sat back on my heels as Angel wiped my seed from off her eyes. She looked pretty pissed, but didn't try to hit me as she shuffled for the edge of the bed. I let her go, collapsing onto the bed behind her. It wasn't until she turned to head for the bathroom that I remembered that the mistress was in that room. Thinking fast, I blurted out, "Bathroom doesn't work."
Angel turned to face me, face scrunched up in annoyance. "Then how am I supposed to get your jizz off of me?"
"Use the sink," I said and she walked into the kitchen. I got up to get her a wash cloth from the bathroom so she wouldn't see the mistress sleeping in the shower. She snatched it from my hand and wet it in the running water. I left her to clean herself and sit on the bed. It didn't take her long to get herself back in her clothes, which I found odd considering she made a career out of taking them off.
"My gun?" she said, as she straightened her clothes and looked around for the weapon.
"Top of the fridge," I said, watching as the short woman searched with her hand to find the weapon. When she brought it down, she looked pissed, but didn't point it at me as she checked the drum then she snapped it closed.
"So, who do I see when I need the next dose and how long do I have?" she asked as she stowed the gun in the waistband of her leather mini and hid it with the flouncy top.
"Come back here for it," I told her and she nodded. "Doses last about a month, but you have any problems you're to come back here to me. I can get a hold of her and get you lined out pretty fast if there's any problems. Oh, and like she told ya," I said as I looked her right in the eyes to make sure she got the seriousness of what I was saying, "You tell anyone about this 'drug,' and I'll dose you with heroin and you'll think of your time at Four Play was a leisure cruise as you spend your nights in some foreign brothel serving fifty men a day."
"Not like I want anyone to be better than me," she said sourly as she turned for the door. I let her go, then lay on the bed in the nude as I relived the sex in my brain. With nothing left to do and hours to go before anything was required of me, I let myself fall asleep.
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I lay on the bed, only bothering to put my pants back on after getting up. I didn't know which one would show up first, but didn't want to be wholly undressed in case the kid was first. She actually was, and came bursting into the apartment just after three. She looked around, seeing me and dropped her bookbag by the door.
"Waiting on me?"
"And Sharron," I said, looking at the ceiling. I could hear Constance rummaging through the bags, but didn't bother to look at her. I was still imagining Angel and being in heaven. It wasn't until I heard the door beside me open before I was brought back to reality.
"Brian, sweety," Sharron said as she walked in. "Are you ready to go?"
"Might as well," I said, sitting up to slip on my shoes. I could finally see Constance was going through her stuff, maybe looking for something, or organizing. Hard to tell.
The three of us then left the apartment, using Sharron's car to go the store. I ended up playing referee between the two girls, and wished I had the will to blow my aching head off. But my orders stood. I finally just decided to pay for Constance's purchases myself to keep Sharron happy. It was better that way, to let the mistress decide I thought. After that, Sharron us them outside our one room apartment, as she had to get to work, which meant that I had to carry all the clothes myself. I was glad I was strong enough, because leather was heavy and boy did Sharron love to buy and wear leather.
"I gotta use the bathroom," Constance said, as she opened the door to the apartment. I no more got the door closed behind me before Constance came running out, screaming. Thankfully I caught her before she could get out of the door.
"She's dead!"
"Of course she's dead," I said calmly, barely able to hold the struggling teen. "She's been dead since before I met her."
"No, I mean really dead. She's got no pulse! I checked! She OD'd in the shower," Constance said, still trying to get out.
"She'll be up in a few hours, promise," I said, finally forcing the girl back from the door. "Until then, you stay here."
"But she's dead!"
"Listen," I said, my voice rising a bit. "If she were dead, I'd think I'd feel it. She's a vampire. I drink her blood. Sharron does too. But you can't tell no one that. When she brought you here, I thought you knew what you were getting into."
"I thought she was like a Goth or something and she'd take my blood by needle. I didn't think she actually was a vampire with fangs."
"She is. Let me show you something," I said, letting go of her. When I was sure she wouldn't bolt, I reached under the bed to grab a gray shirt with some blood stains on it. I held it up, with the bloody side facing her, letting her see the bullet holes in it clear through to the untouched material on the other side. "She wore this the day we met. Dennis, my former boss, shot her six times. As close to her as I am to you. Knocked her back, but she got back on her feet and killed him. I've seen her break a bat at the thick end just by twisting her wrists. If she ain't a vampire, then I'm a leprechaun."
"But," Constance started, then looked at the bloody shirt again examining the thumb sized holes with her own thumb. "She really is going to eat me? Tonight?"
"Yeah," Brian said. "Does that bug you?"
"Yeah, I don't want to die," she said, sitting down on the bed. "It's why I left Charlie. I got tired of him beating on me cause he was too drunk and old to get it up."
"Well, welcome to the weird world of our mistress," I said, folding the shirt back up and stashing it under the bed. I don't know why but I didn't want to let go of that shirt. "She's got a rule, number one thing she told me. Vampire secrets stay secret. You're staying here. If you're going to be a problem, she'll have me chain you to the bed. So just calm down alright?"
Constance sank into a chair at the desk. "Can we at least get something to eat?"
"Sure, we can get pizza." I said, as I picked up my mistress's cell phone. I never had used one of these before, but I understood the basic principles. "You got any homework to do?"
"Chemistry," she said, getting her bookbag. "Oh, I'd like extra garlic."
I called up my favorite pizza spot, ordering a large supreme with extra garlic. I kept myself next to the door, while Constance settled herself at the desk and began to work, occasionally glancing back at the closed door or out the window. I pulled the gun from mistress's bag to make sure Constance didn't try to scream for help. Constance noticed the pistol in my hand, but didn't say anything.
The pizza was delivered and paid for by me, while Constance sat to her desk. I was glad she didn't start shouting for help, not that she was able to see the delivery boy all that well. I didn't open the door much, dealing with the kid through the small crack while I kept the pistol in the back of my waistline. Once the kid was gone, I shut the door and laid the pizza on the desk between us.
For the next hour, me and Constance sat in silence. I watched the outside window as the shadows sank so low that the side of the building was now shades of gray and black. Constance became so embroiled in her homework that she didn't notice the shower come on and I smiled. The mistress was crazy about showering, did it every time she woke up. I couldn't blame her though. That stall was so grimy it probably had her feeling as icky as a week without a shower.
When the door opened, I saw the mistress wrapped in her towel. Constance noticed my smile at seeing the mistress, and then promptly fell off her chair.
'Well, I told her,' he thought, and smiled at my mistress when she looked my way. Anything for her.
"Constance?" my mistress asked as she looked at the startled teen.
"I thought you were dead," she said, almost hyperventilating from the floor. "You really are a vampire?"
She nodded, smiling at the teen's antics. She eyed the pizza, before shaking her head. Eliza sat in the now empty chair, still wearing nothing but her towel, and waited. Constance quickly picked herself up, and with a haste and jerkiness born out of fear, quickly setup the makeup kit and started brushing out the mistress's hair.
I could see Constance mutter something under her breath, but I couldn't hear her. Apparently my mistress could, and chuckled before responding.
"Ghosts are also real, as are werewolves, but don't ask me why they won't introduce themselves when you see one," she said, chuckling at some private joke. Even Constance got a chuckle out of it before stifling herself and getting on with the mistress's personal grooming.
"I guess I was just expecting you to pimp me out. Not eat me." she said, as she continued. I rolled my eyes, letting the women have their private moment but kept my eyes glued to her in case I got to see a breast by accident.
I watched as the mistress smiled as Constance quickly brushed her dark hair out, helping it dry from the recent shower. Constance then came to stand in front of Eliza, and I could see the nearly gray complexion the kid had. She quickly applied a base, taking a moment to decide on an appropriate color with the slightly off skin tone.
"Oh, Angel came by while you were out," I said as I watched her be attended to by Constance. "Money's in the drawer."
Soon Constance finished applying the makeup. She then brought out several bags for them to peruse through, all containing various clothes.
"I picked some of these out myself. Sharron doesn't seem to know the meaning behind conservative," Constance said, as some of the wilder choices became clear. Tight leather pants, leather crop tops, and heels in excess of six inches had been bought, and I could see the mistress grimace as she saw the various risque choices she had to wear.
Soon though, Constance laid out several other outfits that I had bought myself. The first was a dark pair of trousers with a wrap crop top and sleeves that would fall around her elbows. The second outfit was a little more girlish, a white tank with a deep v neck and unfinished hem suggesting it was designed to be tied in a knot, along with a dark cotton skirt that was a bit long, or was to my way of thinking.
As Constance laid out the third set, I saw her face light up in delight as she fingered the business suit with its red silk shirt. The whole set was made of satin, and promised to wear well. Really a nice set. Expensive, but nice.
"I'm going to have to remember that store," Constance was saying. "I swear, it's like all the best styles for nothing."
"Sharron said that the girls who don't make it in the movies usually end up selling everything they have for a bus ride home. Kind of sad, really," I explained to my mistress. "If they hang on too long, they end up in the porn industry. Sharron is one step above it right now."
"And Angel?" she asked, trying to take in all the information I was giving her.
"She's one step below making it in Hollywood. Just hasn't quite got that last little bit to make it in movies."
She nodded, trying to figure out which of the sets she should wear. She settled on a pair of candy apple red leather pants, and a leather crop tank top. I could see the distaste in her face at the selection, but was forced to assume she was going to ruin another set and didn't want to choose one she might want to wear somewhere important.
Taking her outfit into the bathroom, she slipped it all on. It fit well, though the leather looked a bit stiff and needed to be rolled a few she stepped back out into the main bedroom, Constance had several sets of shoes from low heels to almost foot high stripper shoes. Again the mistress shook her head, before reaching under the bed for her regular shoes.
Now was fully dressed, she stepped up behind Constance who was putting everything away under the bed. She was trembling, and dropped the box containing the eight inch heels onto the floor. She bent over, hesitating as she picked it up, then stood up with the box in her hands.
Eliza ran a hand over her shoulder, then leaned over Constance's neck. "Lean your head over," she commanded, "and pull your hair out of the way. Do this every time, understand?"
Constance nodded, raising a hand to move her hair to the side. All that was left now was her bare neck. I saw Eliza's fangs slide out as she pulled her close, then bit slowly into her neck. She stopped after drinking a bit, Constance going limp in her arms. Eliza picked her up, moving her to lie on the bed as I watched from the window. Eliza arranged her in a sleeping position, then tucked the cover in around her.
I watched as she came over, picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. I handed her back the pistol from where I kept it in the back of my pants, and she slid back in the bag.
"I take it you gave Angel back hers?" she asked as she checked the bag for stuff she might need for the night.
"Yeah," I said, not going into the details of how I fucked her five times, cumming in her pussy each time. I'd always wanted a piece of her, and was glad I'd taken the chance when it presented itself.
"Good," she said as she headed for the door, satisfied that there was nothing left for her to take with her. "She might need it for her own protection."
"Stay safe out there," I said as Eliza opened the door, she smiled a wan smile before bowing her head and heading out, the door sliding shut behind her.
Now there was nothing to do but wait. This time for her to come home. I spun the chair to face the window and sat in it backward so I could watch the runt, silently wondering how long she'd be out. I didn't know what to expect, but I'd keep an eye on her in case I needed to find the mistress. It actually didn't take a minute for her to start moving, the first thing she did was to rub her neck.
"That was intense," she whispered, still trying to focus.
"Wouldn't know. She's never fed from me," I told her from my chair. "Only other time I saw her eat was when she killed a buddy of mine. Drank him to death. That was the night I became hers. So tell me, how does it feel?"
"At first, painful. But then, it's like the pain goes away and you experience nothing but pleasure. It's like your first time, but only a million times better."
I nodded, but didn't understand her reference. "Still want to run?"
Constance shook her head. "I don't know. Were you the one who put me on the bed?"
"No. She did that after you passed out."
"She cares," I heard her whisper. "I guess I'll stay for awhile. Though I am gonna need a lot of iron rich food though, so I can replace my blood faster. I'm already light headed."
"Well, we can go shopping for food tomorrow," I said, glad the kid wasn't going to rabbit anymore. "Mind if I ask you something?"
"Sure," she said, fluffing the pillow up a bit under her head so she could see him.
"Why did you go with her if you didn't think she was a vampire?"
She frowned, closing her eyes a bit, before she responded. "I'm not stupid. I know I can't really do a lot on my own without money. When she offered me a place to stay, I thought she was going to become my pimp and sell me. I didn't know it was her that took my money, but it was all I had. I mean, you saw where I come from. I didn't want to go back to that.
"Charlie," she paused, closing her eyes again before she continued on. "He doesn't care for me. He just thinks of me as his own personal sex slave. With someone else, I hoped at least they'd want me safe for the money they could make selling my body. Give me a place to stay, food. I figured if nothing else, if they addicted me to drugs, I could get clean later. It would set me back a bit, but just about anything was better than staying there."
"That's about as stupid as I've ever heard," I said, causing her to stare at me. "There's a whole host of drugs that can induce memory problems. I should know, made a few of them myself. Scopolomine is the worst, but doesn't last long, and there are some that keep you from making new memories. How would you like to relive the same day over and over again? And you think you can get cured from an addiction? Try meth once, and you'll want it again for the rest of your life. Guaranteed.
"I seen girls want their fix so bad they'll do anything to get it. And yeah, I used that against them. I couldn't even stack all the girls I forced to have sex with me in this room if I tried. I seen girls sell their gold jewelry for one hit. And you think you can just quit cold turkey? It never goes away. Never. Take it from someone who's taken the innocence of a bunch of kids. Drugs are bad news.
"Take our mistress's blood for example. It has benefits, but you realize the next time I drink it, that's it for me? The only way for me to get away from her then is if she dies. I'll be hers. Even if that means I'll have to take a knife to my own throat. And I can't get her out of my head. Mercurio said that goes with the territory for me now. They are the master race, the predator above us in the food chain. You're better off being her pet, hoping for her grace and mercy, than on her bad side."
"She really is a vampire, huh? Undead predator that hunts humans for food."
"Yeah, just be glad she doesn't have to kill to eat. And she likes you. As far as I know, tomorrow morning, you will go to school. I don't know, but if you can go to UCLA she might actually let you, as long as you are here when she wakes up."
"A favored pet," she whispered, turning to face the door from where she lay on the bed. "I guess it's better than being sold for sex."
"Well, if what you say is true, it's better than sex."
Constance laughed. "How about steak and eggs in the morning? I'm not kidding about needing iron."
"Sure. I'll take you up to the diner if it's opened back up. They had some sort of shootout there. Bloods and Crips, probably."
"Okay, but first, I think I'll sleep. You going to be alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I'll sleep while you're at school. See ya in the morning, alright?"
Constance just nodded, her eyes already closed. I figured the girl had a rough day, and let her sleep. Now, I just had to wait for mistress to come home.