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As it turned out she found a can of coke and a package of stale cereals. It wasn't much, but her time living on the streets had made her less than picky. She'd eaten things that were way worse.
Having finally filled her stomach, she started cleaning the kitchen. She washed of every nook and crook she could find. Iced off the fridge, and washed the floor.
Just as she was about to empty the trash can, she felt like someone was watching her. She turned around, seeing Yuki stand in the doorway.
He whistled.
"Wow. You really know how to make yourself useful."
She didn't know what to say, so she just kept quiet, waiting for him to say whatever he had come to say.
"Not in the chatty corner, huh? I just came to apologize for my extremely rude behavior earlier, I did not know that Damon had been out hiring a housekeeper."
He took a step forward extending his hand.
"Name's Yuki Nakamura."
She hesitated for a long moment then took his hand.
"Apology accepted, Nakamura-san. I'm Kirya Black."
He frowned.
"A pleasure to meet you Miss Kirya. I must admit, you keep surprising me; I don't often meet young women knowing how to use japanese titles."
It was a statement, but somehow Kirya felt like there was a big fat question mark ending the sentence. It was her own fault of course, she should have held her tongue.
Old habits die hard, I guess.
Out loud she said: "Well, you pick up a lot of useful stuff on the street."
His eyes narrowed, but then he eased, apparently believing her.
"Yeah, I guess so. By the way, Damon wants to talk to you."
Wauw, that's a first, she thought.
She straightened a bit.
"Thank you, I'd better get going then."
She quickly walked out the room, passing him very closely in the doorway. She didn't look at him, even though she felt his eyes follow her all the way.
She stopped outside the door, they'd disappeared through earlier. She quickly straightened her clothes, before lifting her hand to knock. But she didn't even get to touch the door.
"Get in here." His voice was commanding, and suddenly Kirya felt really nervous.
She cautiously pushed the door open and slid in. Before she faced him, she closed the door behind her.
"You wanted to talk to me?"
He just looked at her for a while, then he said:
"I don't know if you're very stupid or very smart." He was silent for a moment.
"Well, which one is it, girl?"
She stared at her feet, not able to meet those crystal sharp eyes.
"I don't know. Maybe a bit of both?"
"Look at me when I'm talking to you." She reluctantly raised her eyes, but chose to stare at his chin, instead of directly into his eyes.
It seemed like he accepted that for an answer
"The rules here are simple, you do what ever you're ordered to, immediately. For now it would include keeping the place clean. The rest of the time you stay invisible and silent. And you don't leave the apartment."
She nodded solemnly.
"Yes, sir." She immediately saw her error, and quickly corrected herself.
"I mean; Yes Damon."
"Good now come over here. I need a drink."
She didn't understand him immediately. Should she have brought the scotch? But then she understood. He wanted a drink from her. She felt her heart skip a beat. Was he gonna kill her?
No way, he just told me how to behave. He wouldn't have wasted time on that, if he was gonna suck me dry.
Still, she had dreadful pictures in her head of how he'd ripped open the people yesterday.
In the end her logic won, but still seeing terrible flashes before her eyes, she quietly walked over, stopping in front of him.
He rose. Suddenly he was so close.
He was behind her so fast, that she couldn't help letting out a small scream.
He laughed, and whispered in her ear. She could almost fell his lips move against her skin.
"Are you scared now, little girl?"
She clenched her teeth. No way he was gonna win this. She didn't answer him, just tipped her head to the side letting him get clear access to the vein.
Kirya couldn't see his face, but a short glint of impression appeared in his eyes. It was gone, almost before it had been there.
And then he bit.
It hurt like hell at first. Burning white pain searing through her, but Kirya just kept her jaw clenched, intent on staying silent no matter what.
It felt like an eternity, and when he finally stopped she had no idea how much time had passed.
He didn't pull away at first, just stood there breathing so close to her ear. She could hear him lick his lips. Finally just when Kirya was about to loose her composure, he stepped back.
"Not bad. I've tasted better though."
Is he seriously criticizing the way my blood tastes?
"You can leave now," he said sounding bored.
He's probably used to have to fight a bit more, and like hell if I'm gonna give him that.
She could feel the blood trickle down her neck, and it stung when she straightened. She turned around and walked over to the door. She had her hand on the handle when he spoke again.
"By the way, don't rely on me to keep you out of trouble with my guests. I don't care how you handle them, but you better figure out how, or you'll be dead next time."
"I wont then." She opened the door but turned around a last time.
"If you gonna keep your promise of room and board, and I can't go outside, you need to pick up some groceries. Humans need to eat. If you need anything, just call." With those words she left the room.
Yuki had lingered in the hallway. He smiled at her as she passed. She nodded but said nothing. He entered the room she'd just left.
"You got yourself a handful in that one," she heard him say. Damon snorted. "I assume she's under compulsion?"
"No."
"Well, then she surely adapts quickly..."
Their voices were cut off, as he closed the door behind him.
Kirya escaped to the bathroom locking the door behind her. She looked in the mirror, and the face looking back was so deadly white, that she could hardly recognize it.
Two small puncture wounds was visible at the base of her neck. Suddenly a terrible thought emerged in her head.
Fuck! what if I turn into a friggin' vampire?
She had to sit down, as her legs started to shake and threatened to give away under her.