He was stood at the bottom of my stairs, his head hung and his hands loosely chained together. I couldn’t see much of his face, just his shaggy brown hair and rather large muscular body.
“He’s yours” My father said, he was beaming, a beautifully made cupcake placed in his other hand, most likely to wish me a happy birthday. I didn’t answer just continued to gaze at the boy in mild horror.
“Well come on down honey, don’t just stand there like a sack of potatoes” He said, his smile slipping.
I slowly descended down our marble staircase, my hand running along the banister, my other hung limply by my side.
“I got him from the auction house, he’s in perfect shape, well trained and I thought he would be a good bodyguard, you know, someone your own age instead of old Henry.” He looked proud of himself but I couldn’t be more mortified, he had brought me a person?
“Dad” I was lost for words, he seemed to misinterpret my stunned silence as a good thing.
“You don’t have to say thank you, just sort him out and get him in that old room next to yours”
I wanted to tell him to take him back but I couldn’t bring myself to. My lips parted as I stared shamlessly. It felt wrong to be so in control of someones life. To decide whether I wanted him or not. I could'nt send him back like a coat with a faulty zip.
I stared at my dad and wished he had never brought this decision upon me, but I couldnt muster up the fight in me to argue, who was I to refuse?
I took a deep breath, plucked the cup cake from dad’s hand, hugged him, said my thank you’s and watched him walk away leaving me with my new ... present and a small key.
He still hadn’t moved since I first laid eyes on him, his head still firmly down and his unwashed hair still hanging over his face. He smelt like stale sweat and blood, it was gag worthy and slightly worrying.
My hand tentivly reached for the thick chain linking his hands together but I reeled backwards as his head lifted to stare at me with hostile eyes.
He was a very attractive man, ruggedly handsome in fact, his face unshaven and as unkept as his hair.
"Im not going to hurt you, I just need you to come up the stairs with me" I tried to reassure him but he didn't seem scared, just angry and alert.
I kept eye contact, I noticed his eyes were a beautiful shade of green that I had never seen on a man before. I say man, I had been sure my father said he was around my age, but he looked to be at least twenty.
I reached for him again, lightly prodding the chain, before I took a firmer hold of it and led him up the stairs. He followed behind me, his eyes flicking from side to side as he surveyed his new surroundings. He was definately going to be a case of rags to riches. My father owned a multi billionaire company designing weapons so life was full of luxury from the grande house to the achres of woods laying just outside my window.
I opened my door, he followed behind keeping a 'safe' distance from me, I tried to smile reassuringly but it took more than will power to make me smile nowadays and ended up as more of a sympathetic grimace.
I fingered the small key as we stood staring at one another, my eyes dropping towards his filthy rags and bare feet, then back up to his emerald eyes.
"I'll run you a bath and you can get yourself cleaned up" I said opening the door to my ensuite and running my guest a bath. I sat on the edge and beckoned him in using my two fingers.
" shut the door" I said hearing his feet pad onto the cool lino. He obliged but seemed more on edge in such a confined area.
"Whats your name?"I asked casually as I poured in the bubble bath and watched the bubbles form.
"Samuel" I nodded, still watching the bubbles grow and reflect the warm lights above.
"My names Madeline but I prefer Maddy" I said finally looking up to him. He was still rooted to his spot his eyes on the bath. He seemed to be avoiding my gaze.
" I'll leave you to it soon I promise" Managing a half smile. The razors are in the cuppoard to your right. Im afraid you have no choice about the facial hair, it has to go, you'll have to attend the dinner parties with me and you have to look well shaven and presentable"
He nodded, not seeming to fussed at all about the hair going.
"And maybe a haircut I continued" nodding my head and getting slightly carried away as I began to think of the shopping, before I knew it I had babled on for a good twenty minutes and the tub was full complete with a cusion of pillows.
"Your bath" I said holding my hands towards the bath as if I were taxi cab driver ushering my customer in. His eyes widendened ever so slightly and a genuine smile slipped oto my face.
"Take your time, I'll fetch you some clothes of my brothers in the meantime. If you need any help just call" and I left the room, shutting the door behind me.
As I walked down the hall I noticed my hair, it stuck up where I had slept on it, my golden curls a frizzy mess. I scowled and threw my hair up in a bun, trying in vain to flatten my hair as I stormed into my brothers room and began rooting round in his drawers. Thankgod the maid had got to his room after he left for his high class boarding school aka his punishment for being caught smashed and high in the neibours back yard. Aron was a douche most of the time but I missed him so much.
I grabbed a plain white top and a pair of jeans deciding that I would wait until I knew his style before picking anything he may not like. I was tempted to grab some aftershave but I didnt want him to smell of Aron.
I returned to my room, avoiding all mirrors, and folded the clothes neatly on the bed before leaving once again to fetch some food. He was by no means small, in fact he had a lot of mucle on him that hadn't slipped by unnoticed but his face seemed gaunt, although he was tanned, and a little drawn which had me at one conclusion and that was that he was most probably under fed.
I made something simple, just plain bread and butter to keep it light just in case he didn't want to eat at all. I carried the fancy plate with my pathetic looking meal up the stairs and put it down on the bedside table and waited.
I got figety quickand found myself wandering towards my laptop aimlessly. I sat down on the revolving chair, spun slowly, and thought.
Samual is'nt human, I know that, but what is he? He could be one of either three, deamon, vampire or werewolf. Deamons are tricky, sly, cunning and clever. Vampires are quick, vicious, ruthless and bloodthirsty. Werewolves are strong, short tempered, instictual and untamable. I suppose none of them seem partcually appealing to have in your bathroom and apparently the goverment didnt find them particually appealing to have on the streets. They were hunted, slaughtered and forced into slavery. Minus the angels of course. Our godsends with a rare gift to heal the sick. Admitedly they can't cure everything, manly just flesh wounds. They couldnt heal my mother or sister though, I guess some people just aren't meant to be saved.
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Okay :) so it's different now. Different names and differnt personalities I just hope you like it as much, if you dont, just tell me. Tell me what you want changing, what you want back or what you want me to leave out. I would really appreciate it :) xxxxxxxxoxoxoxox
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