How Lovely, my Nightmare

How did I get myself into this shit?  I should’ve never left the sanctity of my home; every time I do so fate decides to make me its personal ragdoll!   I pressed my palm to my face, leaning against the bars of my infernal cage.

“Awe, dear pet, why so glum?”  The man with long, wild, snow white hair addressed me.

I glared at him; his fanged grin didn’t do well to hide a single vulgar intention.

“Why would I not be glum?  I am in your company, it only seems fitting.”  I answered in a detached tone.

He stepped away from the bonfire to my cage, which was dangling from the tree.

“Why is it that you hate me so, love?  I’m not asking for any affection, just resentful obedience at the least.”  He said, looking up at me.

“You’ll get hate, and defiance.”  I said flatly.

He jumped up on the branch closest to me and stroked his gloved fingers down the silver bars.

“Pet, you don’t seem to understand, you have NO choice.”  He said, staring lustfully at me.

I hissed at him, cringing away from his hand.

“I’ll die before I obey you.”  I spat venomously.

He thrust his hand through the bars and seized my throat, an evil grin on his face, and eyes as cold as ice.

“I love the way your body trembles when your life begins to slip away.”  He said.

I thrashed my arm toward him and grasped his neck, digging my long black nails into his pale flesh.

He growled at me and groaned, tightening his grip on me.  I moaned softly, grinning from one ear to the other.

“You almost ready?”  He said, choking.

I panted.  “Yeah-yeah.”  I sighed.

He entered my cage and locked it behind him, the key around his neck, strangling me against the floor as I strangled him.  We sank our fangs into each other’s neck, holding one another with a rash sense of urgency.

In the world of the vampire, daughters are highly prized over sons, no clan leader of their right mind would desire a son who would eventually kill and overthrow them, as is the cycle.  It is common for the eldest vampires to be slain by younger, more powerful vampires.  The fate of the children depends on their sex, and that of the assassin; if a child is the opposite gender, he or she will usually be kept as a servant, or ‘pet’ of the master or mistress.  If the child is the same sex, in most cases, he or she will be killed.  Females are most often kept as servants, because it is usually the men who overthrow the ancients.  It’s not that women lack the power; we simply do not care about such crass endeavors.

This is my fate.  My father was the age of three-thousand, six-hundred and fifty-one years old when he was murdered by the young male I am forced by vampyric law to call my master.  I am young at two-hundred and six years of age, and this man is one-hundred years my senior.  I must respect my reviled one, for he is exponentially powerful, a bit more so than myself.  As much as I detest admitting this, he is the only person that I, having a far advanced intellect, have ever been able to hold a mentally stimulating conversation with.  All being said though, respect and knowledge, tripled by his intense sex appeal, can do nothing to ease the abiding distaste I have for him.

He caressed my cheek as I hurriedly put my clothes on, barely tolerating his touch.

“Tonight, I felt as though you were more mentally open than usual, is it possible that my ill-gotten pet’s hateful words for me are but a shroud?  To hide what she truly feels?”  He said, taunting me.