A vampires pet

Day one: listen to the rules darling

Keeleys pov

"This is the medical room" vil says as he ushers me into the room after opening the door. I hesitantly walk in, I've always hated doctors. I've hated needles, and I've hated white lab coats.

"Hello" a older man says. I glare at him. If he stabs me with a syringe too I'm gonna be pissed. "Come on over, I don't bite" he smiles widely revealing two very long fangs. Gulping I try to calm my rapid heart beat. Vil shoves me towards the doctor who leads me on a weighing scale. "100 pounds" he says dissapointed and writes it down on his clipboard. "Come on child" he motions with his hand for me to follow and I slowly follow him to a wall that has a measuring tape glued to it. "5'3" he writes down.

"She's all done here" he smiles and turns to me. "It was nice meeting you and I hope all goes well"

"Are you hungry?" Vil asks. I ignore him and continue to glare at the back of his head. If it wasn't for him and the stupid radars I wouldn't be here.

"Well Demetri is taking care of you now so I suggest you keep that precious little face glare free" he pokes my nose and I feel my cheeks tinge red from embarrassment and my jaw clench.

"How was your testing" he smiles. I look down and play with my hands. He sighs loudly and I feel a hard slap across my cheek and I'm sent to the ground. Holding my cheek I look up in shock and Demetri stands above me. "I say it's time to learn the rules huh keeley?" He kneels down and grabs me by my hair and drags me to the closest room. "Sit down and don't move from that chair" he says as I'm pushed into the black metal chair. The room was all white and a bed, a chair and a desk was in here. I couldn't help but notice the bars from the walls.

"Life for you will be simple. IF you listen to what I'm about to tell you now. You will be sold as a slave, pet or a blood donor. Rule number one, never look your master in the eyes unless given permission. Rule number two, never speak unless spoken two, and rule number three, always listen to the rules that your master gives you once your bought. Last but not least rule number four, don't try to fight me, because I will break you. And that's a promise I always keep" by now his face was so close to mine that it was impossibly hard to not look in his eyes.

"Do you understand" he caresses my now bruised cheek. I nod fiercely.