"They're petitioning for the bill."
My dad seemed indifferent. His lack of interest startled me. Why didn't he care that these people were basically limiting the freedom of vampires?
"Tom, what if the bill happened?"
I asked him tugging at one of his dreads. It was in the coffee break that we had this discussion. It was then also that I took the chance to fix my makeup.
"Naturally, a debate will start. A con and a pro side, then representatives will vote. Do you think you can debate con? You had some pretty good ideas this morning."
I bit my lips and thought about it. I wasn't the most politically correct or even politically educated person. Of course I was- just like any prince- forced to study history and general politics due to my "future role" but I can't say that I ever paid it as much attention as Dior's latest designs.
"Hey Carmen, do you think I'm qualified to win the debate if the bill was written?"
Carmen was dad's secretary. Naturally, she's mine and Tom's. Dad is one of the supreme illuminati now. When princes become of age, the kings get to serve in the supreme illuminati, while we will be running the country.
"Um, I guess you did pretty well. You can try to do more research to be qualified. If you can get some professional help to get good cons you might win."
Someone from faraway in the room declared today's meeting suspended. We were free to go. I still had to worry about what to do with Tania while I'm in America.
Walking up the stairs with Tom, I asked what he'll do with his.
"She's coming along bro. ya know I can't stay three days without sex."
He waved me good bye and head to his room, I went to mine and saw her done eating and was reading. I guessed that Scott brought her the stack of books on the bed for her entertainment.
"Drop that shit, I need to talk to you."
She was the least enthusiastic about letting go. Ironically she was reading twilight.
"Wow, even your literary taste is stupid."
She snorted.
"Not much of literary taste as much as fantasying that vampires were pussies."
I couldn't help but laugh. But soon I remembered why I was there in the first place, and regained my seriousness.
"I'm going to America for three days. I wanna know if I can trust you enough to take you along."
I saw it. For a fraction of a second, her eyes had a dangerously euphoric fire compared to her squalor state. I couldn't help but have second thoughts.
"Well, I've always dreamed of going to America."
She was talking in a sweet yet fake tone, it convinced me that there is no way this is a good idea.
"After a second thought, you're in no good shape of traveling. Enjoy your wet-dream book"
She scoffed and I smiled. There's something wild about her. It needed annihilation.
I went to the main salon in the mansion and called for Scott. It was mere minutes until he was standing beside me.
"Pack me a three days bag, call Tom to come join me, and prepare a bubble bath for me."
"Yes sir, Mr. Kaulitz will be here in few minutes."
After he left for a while, a grumpy looking Tom walked in.
"Listen man, I know you love me, I know your life is not as awesome as mine, I know that you can't live without me for an hour, but for god's sake, can I at least have one full intercourse with my pet? I'm like…sexually frustrated from all these interruptions!"
"You have sex every three minutes a break won't hurt you."
His frown deepened as he sunk himself in the big armchair beside me and poured himself some whiskey.
"So what's the matter?"
"Tom, I'm not sure how I feel about that Tania girl. She scares me."
"Dad should've gotten you a male pet."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
He looked at me with an annoyed expression.
"You're too much of a wimp to be straight. Seriously! You're vampire royalty! You're a Kaulitz! Basically the fiercest creatures on earth! yet you are afraid of a human teenage girl?"
His look at me was turning from annoyance to anger.
"Tom! You don't know her, that bitch is something different! She's manipulative and …..I don't know there's something whimsical about her."
Tom just turned to me, put his glass down, grabbed my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes.
"Brother, grow a pair. How can she be dangerous? What's the most she could do? Slit her wrists? Cry until you die? Spread the word about the reality of vampires through Morris' code?"
"You've seen what she's capable of doing! I've had her for two days and she'd already ruined my reputation and gave me the image of a king who can't maintain a slave!"
He rolled his eyes and stood up, taking his glass along.
"You have a flight in two days, many interviews, recording, and the upcoming debate which will affect our entire race. I believe you're under a lot of pressure bro. But that's no excuse for being afraid of a pet, a play thing!"
He left me alone to think of his words. After a while I decided that tom is an idiot and he's only saying this because his own pet is a groupie who would've slept with him under any circumstance. That idea made me feel better.
I walked back to my room for the bath that Scott had run for me. Tania had fallen asleep with twilight tossed on the floor. Scott was in the room packing my clothes. For me, a bag for two days equals a bag for a whole month in other guys' perspective. But I can't help it that I like fashion.
I stripped quickly and narcissistically wrote my name on the foggy mirror. Smiling, I sat into the warm, bubbly water. I inhaled the calming scent of cinnamon soap and chocolate candles. This is probably the most relaxed moment I've had since my birthday.
I loved how Scott understood me. He had a bottle of red wine and a glass right beside the tub. I poured me some, and took my time savoring the sweetness of the drink.
After what felt like hours, I walked out. With a towel around my waist, and another around my hair, I went into my room to find Scott gone and a neatly prepared suitcase in one corner of the bed. It was then that the eeriness of alcohol and candles went off and I was back in reality. The only thing different in reality is that it is not a Bach symphony playing in the background. It was in fact Tom's hoe moaning. It felt funny when I thought about it. But I've actually heard her moan more than my own pet. Perhaps Tom was right. Perhaps I should grow a pair.
"Wake up my darling."
I whispered sweetly in Tania's ear. I could've sworn she smiled but it didn't seem real. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, they were tired and bothered. So I decided to continue from where I left off.
"You are one pathetic, disgusting soul."
As far as I remembered, verbal abuse affected teenagers the most.
"At least I have a soul."
She retorted defiantly. It was automatic how my hand flew and smacked her. It felt as if my hand comprehended her words before my brain.
She sat there, received the blow, didn't flinch, and didn't clutch her cheek. She simply looked at me as if waiting whatever I had next.
I smirked as the perfect idea came up to me. I regained my composer, in fact I was very calm and quite.
"Tania, do you have any idea how you got here?"
She looked startled. She didn't expect a conversation as a reaction.
"Your people kidnapped me, how else?"
I shook my head in sympathy.
"You're wrong. It is child prostitution; your parents sold you to a human trafficker, who sold you to my people."
She looked at my eyes searching for a trace of nervousness. Anything that can prove her suspicion that I was lying would make the dread in her heart go away. Unfortunately for her, I'm a brilliant actor.
After a while when what she thought was reality hit her, her eyes widened and then closed.
"Did…did they say why?"
"Hmm, the trafficker didn't say much, something about you being a source of continuous disappointment and a good-for-nothing waste of money or something."
Her head hung low. I know then that I hit a soft spot. I would hug myself and party later, but for now, let's torture her some more.
"But hey! I bet they're not a disappointment anymore after they've made all that money from you! You were pretty expensive. That's why I'm determined to get your submission regardless."
She looked at me and for the first time the fire in her eyes was dull this time. It was exhausted and broken, almost dead. The fiery spirit was gone, I didn't realize how easy it was to kill it, and all I really needed to do was show her that no one really cared about her. Of course, every person craves attention. And if your own family didn't care… just the thought that Tom didn't care about me made me shudder. It was indeed efficient.
"Can I have some time alone?"
"No, you are in no position to ask for anything. Your mere existence is to please me. You should be happy that you were chosen for such an honorary task. Now, undress yourself."
She looked at me with a ridiculed laugh that appeared only in her eyes.
"Go away."
She turned around and pulled the duvet over her head.
I pulled the duvet completely off the bed, quickly unlocked her handcuffs, pulled her up by the collar and threw her against the wall.
"Did you not understand the purpose you serve? If you fail to fulfill your duty, then you are to be disposed of. And I don't tend to be nice with slacked off slaves."
I kissed her. Very gently at first, she didn't fight, but she was rather…repulsed by it. Not that I cared or anything.
My kiss grew harsher and more violent with time. Soon I was biting her lip until I tasted blood. It took some self control for me to not tear open her weak lips and drink the juicy contents.
She whimpered and I simply pulled off her garments. Easily she was naked, before me stood a view that might've appeared unattractive to other men. But I'm simply weird. I liked a girl who looked hurt, with numerous wounds and unhealed clots of blood, she seemed…perfect.
I dug my nails into her skin, dragging them downward. The look in her eyes seemed tired. She even looked older than her age. I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked at it baring her neck to me. It looked so luscious, so perfect, so tempting for just one bite. However I stopped myself. There were more important things to do.
"Strip me, slave."
With a look of complete disdain she did so, taking her time. She was stalling. I didn't mind however.
When I was free of my own boxers and my erection was proudly up in the air. I kicked her so she was on her back on the floor. I guess this time is going to be Tom style. I pulled her legs apart roughly and leaned over her with my weight on the hand that rested on her neck. She might have been suffocating but I was too horny to notice.
I noticed it, her eyes fluttered for a second and there was a tiny, almost inaudible moan. But it was there. I have heard her moan.
"Enjoying this aren't we?"
"NO! Get off of me…ah!"
I shoved deep into her without her even expecting it. Again, who cares?
Thrusting in her felt like getting rid of all the daily problems. With every harsh thrust a problem seemed to completely disappear. Magically cease to exist in my world. the only thing there was her, a creature for my utter pleasure. In any way I wanted she was to please me, whether sexually, intellectually, emotionally, or instinctively, she was my food, my sex toy, my entertainer, my punching bag. Anything I wanted, she would gladly do. I didn't notice that she was screaming. The rough fabric of the carpet was reopening her wounds, and my hand on her neck was making breathing even harder. Let's not forget about me desecrating her body in the most unholy way, it was her hell, it was my heaven. Soon she fainted, but I kept going anyway. I went on and on. Releasing all the anger, the frustration, everything, Work, music, family, pressure. All of it was now gone, I was in a state of a bliss.
I released my load inside her, and collapsed there. My eyes closed and I wondered how sleep feels like. If I was a human for a day, perhaps I would sleep the whole day, and see how sleeping and especially dreaming feel like.