Blood Pet

Chapter Eight

Song Choice: Sweet Dreams by Emily Browning (orginal by Eurythmics); I just think it sounds better for this story!

Annabelle led me into the bedroom that I had first woken up in and nodded towards the bed, "Sit down, please."

I obliged her without question.

"What's going on?" I asked as I watched her wander around the room, in search of different beauty items, "And what exactly are you doing?" I asked after she opened the closet and began pulling out all sorts of female clothing; mostly dresses, but there were a few blouses, skirts and dress shirts thrown in as well. The sight of them just made me more confused.

After several moments of watching her sift through the many pieces of clothing that was stuffed into that tiny closet, I realized that she still hadn't answered my question so I repeated myself.

She sighed as she turned around and faced me, holding a large pile of clothing. "I'm not supposed to tell you."

"Okay," I said slowly, "Can you at least tell me what all of this is for?"

She shook her head, "Nope, sorry... can't tell you that either, but you'll find out soon enough"

"I bet I will," I muttered under my breath as I realized that this was probably for the 'surprise' that Tristan was talking about. I wasn't the kind of girl to willingly wear a dress so this didn't look like it was going to be something that I liked all that much; not that that was a surprise or anything.

She hauled what had to be at least ten dresses over to the bed and threw them onto the bed next to me. "Is there a reason why he has so many female clothes when there aren't nearly enough females in the house to warrant so many different pieces?" I asked since from my knowledge the only females in this house were me, Cindy, Annabelle and a nameless vampire that I had seen downstairs earlier; not nearly enough to warrant such a large collection of female formal wear.

"It's quite a long story, Jessica," Annabelle started as she motioned for me to stand up and once I was up, she began placing each individual dress up to me, "The shortened version is you are not the first girl Tristan has kept in this house."

I snorted, "I didn't think I was. What happened to the others?" I asked.

She gave me a knowing look as if to say "What do you think?" and I got the hint. However, she did give me a verbal reply after a few seconds, "The others are all dead; he killed them once he got bored with them. Though, he didn't kill all of them; there was one that he refused to kill after a couple of months since he had grown so attached to her," Annabelle snorted, a sound that I didn't expect to hear from her, "more like completely obsessed. The selfish bastard refused to kill her like she had begged him to do months after he took the one thing away from her that she truly cared about. Fucking asshole cursed her to the same life that he lives because he thought he "loved" her... that psycho doesn't know the first thing about love and he never will."

I stared at her, her rant was a complete surprise, "If you hate him so much, why do you stay here and let him continue to do what he does?" I asked.

"Because I can't fight him; I'm not nearly strong enough; he is more than a couple of centuries older than me. There's also the little fact that he made me and until he releases me from his care, I can't so much lay a finger on him if my intentions are to harm him since our bond will punish me for it. I could always leave of course, but I have nowhere else to go; this is the only home I have ever known. Plus, he'll always know where I am and can easily find me again if he so chooses due to the bond that his making me has created between us."

"Oh... well, that sucks." I know, it's lame, but I really couldn't think of something else.

She snorted, "You have no idea," she said, "And, knowing him, he'll never release me because he knows how much I hate him and how much I will do to try to kill him."