Blood Pet

Chapter Five

A/N: There is some more cursing in this chapter, but not as much as previous chapters.

Song Choice: How Does It Feel by Avril Lavigne

My eyes jerked open at the sound of the basement door slamming open. I don't know how I managed to fall asleep in such an uncomfortable position or how long I had been out. I didn't give myself enough time to think about that, I was just happy that I had woken up before the bastard had returned.

Or, at least I thought it was him since I didn't expect anyone else to come down here. So, I was a little surprised when my visitor turned out to be a female; one that I had seen earlier. I strained my neck to watch Annabelle as she made her way carefully down the stairs carrying a tray in one hand and a glass in the other.

When she made it to the bottom I was able to figure out what she held in her hands; a tray with a plate with some kind of sandwich was in one hand and a glass of water was in the other one. She was too busy watching it to make sure she didn't spill the water to notice much else, but once she reached the bottom of the stairs she paused long enough to glance up and when she saw me still straining my neck to watch her she smiled slightly, but that look almost immediately turned into a frown when she caught sight of my current predicament.

I was still handcuffed to the ceiling; standing on the tips of my toes in order to avoid putting too much strain on my arms and that position was really starting to hurt. While I had been asleep it hadn't bothered me too much, but now that I was wide awake the pain was there. I had to be careful how I shifted my weight for any slight movement could lead to shooting pain in some part of my body.

"Oh, you poor thing!"

Those were the first words she said to me and they were quite surprising to say the least. She was a vampire, a fact I only knew because I had seen her fangs earlier; and vampires were all evil and cruel; unable to feel any sort of emotion; except for maybe pleasure, but even then that was only when they were hurting others. So, why was she acting concerned for me?

I watched her, my eyes narrowed in suspicion as she made her way towards where I still hung. I didn't buy the act at all.

She seemed to notice my look though since she stopped halfway towards me, "I'm not going to hurt you, Jessica."

"Why should I believe you?" I asked, "You're one of them, aren't you?"

She sighed, "I just wanted to bring you something to eat," she nodded towards the tray and glass in her hands.

I glanced at the tray for a second before returning my attention to her face, "How do I know it's not poisoned?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes, "I know you haven't been here for very long, Jessica, but it should already be obvious to you that if he wanted to kill you, he wouldn't poison you."

"Well, I'm not hungry," I said, turning my head away in disgust. My stomach apparently didn't like that too much because it let out the loudest growl I had ever heard. Stupid fucking traitor.

Annabelle chuckled at the sound, "You might say you're not hungry, but your stomach says something different."

I turned to glare at her, "My fucking stomach doesn't know what it wants right now. I would rather die by starvation then eat any of the crap that that bastard wants me to eat. He can shove it up his ass for all I care. I am not eating anything he gives me."

"Tristan will not be pleased by your disobedience." she said quietly, making me roll my eyes.

"No shit, he's never pleased unless I fucking bow down to him like he's some kind of GOD or something." I spat, "But, do you really think I give a fuck about whether he's pleased on not? He needs to get off his fucking high horse and realize that not everyone is going to worship his sorry ass."