Another Woman's Boy Toy
When I woke up, I felt like I'd been asleep for ages. I felt well rested and warm as I opened my eyes, only this time I didn't freak out when I saw the lace surrounding my canopy bed. I yawned and rolled lazily on to my stomach. I crawled towards the edge of the bed so I could pull the curtains apart to see the clock on my bedside table. It took me a moment to decipher the time on the old fashioned clock but eventually I deducted that it was five twenty-four. Now the real question was - was it day time or night time?
Either way, I figured it was time for me to get up. I rolled out of bed and looked down at myself. I was still wearing that ridiculous dress, and one shoe. I went over to my duffle bag and pulled out a pair of clean lace panties, black cotton shorts, and a hot pink tank top with the words "I've Got The Pussy So I Make The Rules" written on it in white. I exchanged those for the uncomfortable dress and one shoe I had slept in.
Now that I'd rested up and put on some familiar clothes, I felt more like myself. My stomach growled and I assumed that it was from lack of actual food, not from lack of blood, considering the fact that pancakes sounded more appealing than a human at the moment. So, I decided to begin my quest to find some real food to eat. The kitchen seemed like a good place to start.
So I abandoned my room for the empty halls of Drucilla's house. I wondered vaguely where everybody was. Maybe I was on the wrong schedule. It could be bed time for the rest of the fledglings right now. I didn't even know what time it was. The lack of not-blacked-out windows in this house had something to do with that. Not to mention I had major jet lag, even though I hadn't been on a plane recently.
I padded downstairs and towards the kitchen, where the smell of cinnamon was wafting from. I quickened my pace, expecting to find Irene in there cooking. After hearing Farrah's mini bios on everyone yesterday, Irene was the only one I could imagine cooking.
But when I stepped into the ultra-modern kitchen, the person at the stove was certainly not Irene. It was Sam, shockingly. He was fully dressed in jeans, combat boots, and a white t-shirt. He turned to look at me when I walked in, giving me a once over. His gaze lingered on my chest but the way his eyes moved told me that he was more interested in the words on my shirt than the breasts under the shirt. He made a face before turning back to flipping pieces of bread in the skillet.
"Good morning slut," he greeted me venomously. Clearly Nice Sam was only around when Drucilla was.
"Morning whore," I returned. It wasn't exactly untrue. From what I'd gathered he was kind of Drucilla's love toy.
"What are you doing up so early?" he demanded, "Shouldn't you be conserving energy for your next outdoor orgy?"
Another reference to the blow job in the woods; why did Drucilla have to tell him about that? Oh yeah, cause she's fucking him.
"Shouldn't you be with Drucilla? What? Did she let you off the leash for a little while?" I snapped back.
"Get bent skank," he ordered me.
"With pleasure," I said, "Now if you'll just tell me where you people keep the booze and the drugs. . ."
"They're under the sink," he told me, "In a box labeled Rat Poison."
"Thanks but I think I'll just have cereal," I said as I went over to the fridge to get some milk. The fridge was stocked with normal stuff but I couldn't help but notice a compartment labeled with a peice of duck tape that said "Blood." I looked away and grabbed a gallon of milk before closing the fridge. I placed the milk on the granite island and began checking all the cabinets for cereal but couldn't find any.
"Where do you people keep the damn cereal?" I demanded after several minutes.
"Pantry," he told me, using his spatula to point to a small closet on the other side of the kitchen.
I went over to the pantry and found that the shelf that was right at my eye level was stocked with cereal. I looked them all over before deciding on Coco Puffs. I took the box out and went over to the island, placing the box next to the milk.
"Now what about bowls and spoons?" I asked
"Find them yourself," he growled.
"Don't you know you're supposed to help damsels in distress?" I snapped at him rebukingly.
"When you're about to get eaten by a dragon, you let me know and I'll be there," he said, "With a video camera."
"Dickhead," I snapped, beginning my search for a bowl and a spoon.
"Usually I'd call you a cunt in return," he said, "But you lack both the depth and the warmth."
"Just tell me where the fucking spoons and bowls are," I commanded.
"In the cabinet above the sink," came a voice that wasn't Sam's.
I looked up to see Drucilla standing in the doorway. She was dressed in blue cotton shorts and a white tank top underneath an untied blue silk robe. Despite the pajamas, I wasn't convinced that she had just woken up. Her hair was too perfect and she seemed wide awake.
"Good morning Drucey," Sam said without turning around.
"Good morning Sammy," she said, going to his side and putting her arms around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder, "What are you cooking darling?"
"French toast," he said.
"Mmm my favorite," she said, kissing his bruised neck, "Thank you baby."
"You're welcome," he said as she released him.
Smiling, she turned her attention back to me. "Hello there Heidi," she said brightly.
"Hi Drucilla," I said, going to the cabinet she'd pointed out and getting a bowl. There were no spoons.
"Second drawer to your left," she said.
"Thanks," I said.
"So how are you this fine morning?" she asked.
"So it is morning?" I checked.
"Well, not really," she said, "It's actually evening. But it's our morning."
"Ah, it's going to take me a while to get used to that," I said, grabbing a spoon from the cabinet.
She laughed lightly. "It's a little confusing at first, but you'll adjust," she promised.
"Good," I said as I began preparing my cereal now that I had all the necessary tools. While I was doing this I noticed Sam arranging the pieces of French toast he'd made on two separate plates, adorning each with syrup and cinnamon. He walked the two plates over to Drucilla, smiling.
"Do you want to eat down here or in our room?" he asked.
"Let's eat down here," she said, "I want to chat with Heidi a bit."
"Alright Drucey," he said, but he didn't seem happy about it as he carried their food over to the kitchen table. Drucilla followed and sat down at the head of the table, while Sam took his place on her right hand. I took my cereal over and sat down in the chair to her left.
"So Heidi, how did things go with your mother?" Drucilla asked, "No problems?"
I shrugged. "She wasn't exactly happy," I admitted, "But we worked it out. I told her I'd visit her today."
"That's nice," she said, "A lot of the younger fledglings have days scheduled when they visit their human families. Irene goes to dinner with her parents on Sunday nights and Daniel takes his nieces and nephews to the park on Saturdays."
"What about you Sam?" I asked, only interested in making him uncomfortable, "Do you visit your family often? Or are you not one of the younger fledglings?"
"Sam is actually the second youngest," Drucilla said, "Next to you that is."
"Is that so?" I asked with mock interest. Sam gave me a glare but said nothing.
"Certainly," Drucilla said, "How long has it been since I bit you?"
"Twelve hours," he muttered.
She laughed and lightly smacked his hand. "I meant since I bit you the first time," she said indulgently, laughing lightly.
"Two years," he said.
"Yes that's right," she agreed, "Before you came along Heidi, he was the baby, isn't that right Sammy?"
"Yes Drucilla," he said.
"Don't worry. You'll always be my baby," she cooed, running her fingers through his pretty hair.
"Of course Drucilla," he said as if it was obvious, rolling his eyes.
She laughed and roughly released his hair, almost pushing him away. He didn't resist it any way, just smirked a little.
"Would I be right in assuming that you two are a thing?" I asked, smirking a little.
Drucilla smirked back. "Don't pretend Farrah didn't tell you all about us," she said.
I smiled guility. "And everybody else in the coven."
She laughed indulgently. "You just have to love Farrah."
"I'm done," Sam suddenly said, getting up. He hadn't actually finished his food though.
"You didn't finish your food," Drucilla pointed out, verbalizing my thoughts exactly.
"I'm not hungry," he said, taking his dish and going over to the garbage, which was hidden inside of a cabinet, and threw away the remaining food.
"You're not feeling ill are you?" she asked.
"I'm fine," he assured her.
"Are you sure?" she asked, "Does your neck hurt? I wouldn't want you to get another infected bite."
He grimaced. "Seriously Drucey, I'm fine. You worry too much," he informed her as he put his dish in the sink and then leaned up against the counter.
She sighed. "I suppose you're right," she agreed. "So Heidi, have you felt any bloodlust?"
"No, not yet," I said, making a face. I didn't want to feel any bloodlust . . . ever.
She nodded. "Yes it usually takes a few days. When you do let me know and I'll take you hunting. And afterwards I'll feed on you a bit."
I grimaced again. I knew that a vampire frequently took blood from their fledglings. It was to keep the vampire's strength up and to keep the fledglings bound to them. It was customary. It still seemed unpleasant to me. It couldn't be too bad though. Irene and Farrah had both had bite marks on their necks after all, and Sam had like ten.
"Alright," I said.
"Oh well I'm done," she said, getting up.
"Me too," I said, grabbing my empty bowl.
"Really?" she asked, putting her dish in the sink, "Are you sure you're still not hungry? Sam could make you something."
"I'm not making that bitch anything," he growled.
In a flash, Drucilla roughly grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her. "Don't be fresh Samuel," she commanded him harshly.
He smirked. "You like me when I'm fresh," he accused, snapping his teeth playfully.
And just like that, her anger was gone and she laughed. "You naughty little brat you," she said adoringly, kissing him deeply.
I stood off to the side awkwardly as they made out right in front of me. I was just about to obnoxiously clear my throat when they pulled apart.
"You're so bad," she said, smirking as she released his face.
He raised his eyebrows suggestively. "How bad?" he asked, smirking suggestively.
"Not now," she said, lightly shoving his chest, "I have things to do."
"Am I one of them?" he continued to pester her, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her when she tried to walk away.
"Stop it," she said, shrugging out of his grasp, "I'm serious. I have a meeting in an hour. And I still have to get ready. Take a shower, get dressed . . ."
"Can I join you?" he asked.
"To the meeting?" she asked, seeming surprised.
"No, in the shower," he clarified.
Smiling she grabbed his hair and used her hold to push him away. "Go play," she told him.
"Play with me," he argued.
"No. Now go find some way to amuse yourself," she ordered, coming back to kiss him again.
"I love you," she said, pulling back.
"I love you too," he said in response.
"I'll see you in my bed when I get back from my meeting, alright Kitten?" she asked. I smirked at her pet name for him. Ha, Kitten . . .
"Alright with me," he said, smirking.
"See you later," she said, "You as well Heidi."
I was shocked that she'd acknowledged me. I'd assumed theyd forgotten I was there. "See you later."
"While I'm gone make sure to introduce yourself to the others," she said, before exiting the kitchen.
"I think they're avoiding her," Sam muttered, leaning back against the counter.
"What was that?" I asked, pretending to have not heard, "Did you say something Sammy?"
"You," he growled, "Do not ever call me that."
"I'm sorry do you prefer Kitten?" I teased, having a great time embarrassing him.
"Go fuck yourself with a rusty screw driver," he suggested harshly.
"With all due respect," I said, "I'd like to not fuck myself."
"You're right. Why fuck yourself when you have plenty of potential johns to do it for you," he snapped.
I delivered a steely glare to the gorgeous brat in front of me. "That's awfully big talk for someone who is Drucilla's bitch."
He slammed his hand down on the granite counter next to him. "You know what?" he snarled, "Why don't you go upstairs and introduce yourself to the rest of the guys? You'll have better luck finding a guy who wants to fuck you up there. As opposed to down here, where the chances of the only man in the room fucking you are a million to one."
I snorted. "Like I'd want to have sex with you."
He smiled at me, showing off his pretty teeth and pretty little fangs. "I can tell that you do."
"Okay I'll admit, I'd gladly fuck you," I said, "If you couldn't talk."
"So what your saying is . . ." he smirked deviously, "That you want to fuck me?"
"If you couldn't talk," I reminded him, "But you can . . . so no. Plus I'm a tad too smart to go down that road. I know better than to mess with another's woman's boy toy."
Sam narrowed his eyes at me. "I am not Drucilla's boy toy."
I waltzed up to him and patted his cheek condescendingly, causing him to wince in annoyance. "Keep telling yourself that Kitten," I mocked.
He shoved my hand away harshly. "Get the fuck away from me."
"Sure thing," I said, smug as I headed for the door, "I have to go meet these guys I keep hearing about."
"Check the basement," he suggested, "They're probably hiding down there."
"You're probably right. They're probably afraid they can't handle this much woman," I said, smacking my ass at him playfully.
He rolled his eyes. "I'd be more afraid of the STD's," he muttered.
"Man have braved many a thing to get a peice of this," I said, gesturing to myself.
"No slut is worth the clap," he muttered.
I growled, vampire-like in response. "While we're talking about sluts . . . Shouldn't you be up in Drucilla's bed, waiting for her return so you can please her? I mean isn't that your job as her whore?"
He grabbed a knife off the counter and threw it at me. It stuck in the wall right next to me, quivering from the velocity. I had the sinking feeling that Sam had missed on purpose. That knife was way too fucking close to my face.
"My my you sure are fresh Kitten," I semi-quoted Drucilla.
He picked up another knife and twisted it around in his hands. "Do you want me to lodge this in your trachea?" he demanded.
"No thanks, I have hot fledglings boys to mingle with," I squealed happily as I ran off. I made my way upstairs, giggling as I went. Sam may have been a huge jerk, but I had to admit, I had a great time messing with him. And I was looking forward to meeting the other guys. Besides, there was no way they could be as bad as Sam. Nobody could be as bad as Sam.