A vampires pet

Playing with a future pet is fun

Demetris pov

Entering her mind was difficult I have to admit. She had a strong wall put up but I easily knocked it down. Her screams of pain was like music to my ears. I saw her whole life, all her memories and I heard all of her thoughts. She was a cute little girl and growing up I can tell she's had some abuse in her life, and self abuse as well. No doubt those scars on her wrist and ankle are from herself. She will be easy to break in these past two weeks. If not, she will get sold to the auction house to a vampire who is willing to do anything to break her, even if it means bringing her to the brink of death.

I pick up her lifeless form and lay her on the couch in my office. Her bright red hair is straight and kind of sticking to her face, no doubt from sweat and fear. Her eyes are unique, making her look kind of freaky. One eye is dark blue and the other is light blue, like a crystal blue.

She's pale, and very light. When she gets taken to the examination medical room they will check her weight, and her mental health.

"Yeah, vil you can take her to the medical room now. She past out." I explain. "Yes I know everything that happened to her she will be broken in the next two weeks" I tell him. "I'll be the one to break her" I smirk.

Keeleys pov

I wake up on a metal cold table. Quickly sitting up I see bandages around my wrists I've cut a few days ago and I quickly ripped the bandages off. I have to get out of here.

"Uh uh uh" a man says and grabs my elbow making me stay on the table. He sits in the chair by the table and looks at me. "What's your name?" He asks holding a pen and a clipboard.

"Where am I?" I ask fear lacing my voice. "Don't worry, your safe, what's your name" he asks again looking up at me.
"K-keeley" I tell him finishing ripping the bandages off. I wipe the cream off my wrists on my pants and stiffen when I feel my cuts burn. I didn't miss the fact that the doctor looked at my wrists and clenched his teeth.

"Age?" He asks. "17" I reply shakily. I glare at him and clench my own teeth. "Don't take these off" he growls. He pours more cream and roughly rubs it on my wrist. I flinch and try to pull my arm away but he growls. Wrapping my wrists with gauze he signs the clipboard and in walks vil.

"Just two shots then your free of me" he smiles. My eyes widen. "I don't want any shots" I quickly say.

He has the needle ready and I jump off the table but vil catches me and drags me to the doctor. I fight him and whine as we get closer. I hate shots. My father would use shots on me when he wanted to beat me with no fighting back. I cry out and beg. Vils voice comes close in my ear as he says "shh it's ok it's just a shot" he says. "No" I cry out. I know I'm being dramatic but my life is like a fairytale nightmare. The shots are given to me roughly and two bandaides are slapped on my arm and I'm dragged away by vil.