Blood Pet

Chapter Two

WARNING: There is some minor torture in this chapter and some language (specifically 16 uses of the 'f' word). From this point forward, this story will be getting darker, if you are uncomfortable or offended by that then PLEASE leave now. I'm unsure about whether this story deserves an R rating at this point, so please tell me whether you think the rating needs to be raised or not in your comments. Thank you!

Song Choice: I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace

I was sitting on the desk chair a few minutes later, waiting for the jerk to come back. I had just changed into the clothes that were provided, which, luckily weren't too over the top; just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Other than the t-shirt being a little tight around the bust, it wasn't that bad at all. It wasn't revealing, nor was it an embarrassing outfit. It made me a bit suspicious since he seemed like the kind of guy to make me wear something that I didn't like at all just because he could. I was sitting in the chair, facing the door since I wanted to see what he would do when he saw me sitting here and not on the bed like he had asked. Jerk was going to learn that no one told me what to do.

I didn't have to wait long since I heard a key in the lock only a few minutes later. I glanced lazily at the door as I watched him come in, a definite purpose to his movements. He looked really pissed, but I don't think it was at me. At least, I don't think it was until he took sight of me in the chair. His eyes darkened upon seeing me purposefully disobeying him

I stared him down, refusing to turn my eyes away from his. Refusing to be intimidated.

"Oh... look who decided to grace me with his unwanted presence. Again." I said, pretending to study my nails, as if they were more interesting than him. Though, to be honest, I thought they were.

His eyes narrowed, "I told you to sit on the bed."

"Yea... but, I just didn't feel like it." I shrugged, glancing back down at my nails.

"I don't care whether you felt like it or not, Jessica. When I give you an order, I expect you to obey it without question."

I snorted, "You have some serious issues." I noted, "I got dressed like you wanted, is that not enough for Mr. Control Freak? Well, it's too damn bad if it's not since that's all I felt like doing."

"You are such a child."

"And you are such an asshole, so I guess we're even." I retaliated, smiling sweetly at his glaring face.

"I don't know why you choose to act this way when I could kill you in less than a minute for your immature antics."

I stared at him, "Then why don't you? I'm not afraid to die. To be honest, if I had to pick between being in your presence or death, I'd pick death. Anything to get away from you."

I had barely gotten the words out of my mouth when he was suddenly in front of me, yanking me up from the chair and pulling me from the room.

"What the hell?" I screeched in surprised, "Let me go!" I ordered as I attempted to pull my wrist out of his grasp, but all that did was make his grip tighten more painfully which made me wince.

I let him drag me down the hall and down the first flight of stairs, but I attempted to kick him when he tried to pull me down a second flight, they obviously went down into a basement. A very dark basement that smelled like mold and just gave me the creeps, and that was just what I got from the top of the stairs. No way in hell I was going down there.

"Fucking let me go of me, damnit!" I yelled, when my kicking attempt failed and instead of a cowering vampire groaning due to the recent kick I had made to certain body parts, I got a very pissed off vampire that turned to glare at me before he promptly slapped me hard across the face. The force of it made me face jerk completely to the side.