The week passed by quickly and consisted of pretty much the same routine everyday. Wake up, help Dorothy if needed, and then spend the rest of the day in Masters office reading book after book on his red sofa, all while he worked endlessly. I hated to admit, but being Evan's pet hasn't proven to be all that bad after all. I'm warranted as much freedom as I wish, within reason of course, I've never been starved, beaten or caged. I honestly have grown quite fond of this second chance at life I've been given that is until the neverending thought in the back of my mind, of eventually being used as a blood bag creeps its way in.
My mind raced as I tried to get it back on track to enjoying what simple pleasures I'm being given at the moment before they are all taken away. I don't know how long I sat there trying to compose my thoughts before I heard a throat clear, snapping my attention back to reality. "Is something the matter little Pet? You've had a scowl on your face for the past half hour." Relaxing my face a bit and un-clecnhing my jaw I fiddled with the red fabric on the couch. "How long before I'm used as a blood bag, or you deem me as not worth your time, or attention any more? How long until I'm treated no different than Randall treats Leah? I know this isn't normal, the way I'm treated here, all the luxuries I'm allowed."
I was taken back by my questioning just as much as Evan was it seemed. His brows furrowed for a minute while his mouth opened then shut then opened once more. "Do you think of me that low that I just plan to treat you nicely all this time and then one day just throw you away as if you were a used napkin, with no care in the world?" I bit my lip nervously. Not sure as to how I should reply. Before I could come up with a response Evan began to speak again. "I assure you Pet. I am not as terrible of a monster as you think I may be, and I feel as if I have been nothing but gracious and shown nothing but good intent towards you. Please tell me Pet if I have misdirected my kindness in such a way for you to think that I would be anything such as Randall, how insulting could you possibly be?"
My nervousness turned into fear at his last comment. I hadn't meant to insult him. I've only ever witnessed an angry Evan once in my life. That night with Luka, and I don't wish to witness it again. "I-I'm s-sorry Master. You're right, you have been nothing but kind." Not knowing what else I should say I just stayed quiet and stared down at my hands. A glare still sat upon Evan's face as he looked at me once more. "I had an appointment set up for you today to have a dress made for the party we will be attending at the end of the week. The dressmaker should be here any moment." I nodded my head in response since his words were still tinged with anger. If he didn't hate you before Rosaline he sure hates you now I thought.
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Roses at Midnight
RomanceRosaline always knew her dad hated her, she just never thought he hated her enough to sell her into the auction. The auction, where wealthy vampires go to buy their pets. Some are ruthless, some are killers, but only one would end up saving her fro...
