Sin Lust A Vampire

27 | Vivid Dreams

NOTE before reading, petit humain means little human in French according to google translate. 

His Silvery eyes sparkle with mischief as he smirks, showing his pearly whites.

Petit humain, you don't know what you ask for.

"You are much more interesting than I thought Petit humain," he says sternly, his french accent more prominent than ever.

I give him a nervous grin before returning my gaze to the green grass.

He takes a deep breath and stands; I follow suit, observing how he towers over me.

I really am small compared to him.

"What's petty tetie humus?"

He turns to face me, a glimmer of a smile on his face, before he lightly chuckles.

"I believe you're trying to say petit humain, and it means Little Human."

He turns his body halfway to me while the others face the exit before saying.

"I have work to complete. I'll come by later to your room. I'll show you the first step to being free."

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I'm back in my room, Katrina rushes to me checking and sniffing me.

"What's up with you?" I asked, confused.

"Nothing, it's just you were gone long and his highness isn't the type to carry strangers on afternoon walks."

Now that she mentions it he has been behaving strangely, first, he asks me what I want to make my life easier. Then he agrees easily without giving me much objection as usual, and to top it off he has been warming up to me slowly or I may have been getting it wrong. But as I thought about all that has been happening since I came here, it all was strange.

"Ohh...maybe it's because of the day he's had," I say.

"Right, his highness had a bad day so he walks with you, knowing his highness he has some reason, she says sarcastically.

"So, what was it about?"

"Well, I asked him to teach me to be independent, you know from my parents," I say nervously expecting her to look down at me for not being independent at nineteen years old. But instead, she held my hands and gave them a light squeeze.

"Tell me about your family."

I look at her hesitantly before sighing after. I guess if she told me about her past, I can too.

"Am. Well, my dad," I sighed as I prepared to tell her of my miserable life, which might bore her.

"He's a pastor, and he comes from a long line of bishops, pope's you name the religious leaders. So whenever I entered or go anywhere in Texas, they would know my father and automatically judge and raise their expectations about me. Unlike girls my age preparing to go to medical school, I've never had a kiss much less dated," I say looking down at my feet in shame before continuing.