Blood Pet

Chapter Nine

WARNING: This chapter contains some sexual abuse. Due to that content, this story is now rated R. Also, PLEASE read the A/N at the end of this chapter!

Song Choice: Monster by Lady Gaga

"I hate that bastard." I muttered darkly to myself as I turned away from the door and headed towards the bed; not wanting to look at myself now that I had the stupid collar around my neck. The feel of it was a good enough reminder, thank you very much.

"You're not the only one,"

The sound of Annabelle's voice made me jump slightly before I turned towards the door.

She was just closing the door with one hand while she balanced a tray in the other; a tray that had something much more substantial than a sandwich which was good news. The minute the smell of the herb grilled chicken met my nostrils, my stomach let out a very approving growl reminding me of the fact that while it hadn't been too long since I had eaten. The sandwich had felt like hours ago anyway and I hadn't even eaten that much to begin with since I had been rudely interrupted.

Annabelle placed the tray on the desk before turning to face me, "Well, at least he didn't ruin your make-up," her gaze glanced downwards, "I see he finally gave you the collar. I was wondering when he was going to," she continued after noticing my face, "He gives every girl he has had one of those stupid things. Even Cindy, who's as tame as can be has one."

I didn't remember seeing one of these ugly things on Cindy earlier, but then again… I was more preoccupied with more important matters to notice something like that.

"Yea, I think I've told you before… he is extremely paranoid; I don't think he trusts anyone, not even his own clan members."

"Why?"

She shrugged, "I don't know." she said as she made her way over to the desk, carrying the tray with her.

The sight of the food again and the growling of my stomach again reminded me that I was still hungry and if I didn't eat soon, I was probably going to collapse due to lack of sustenance. Once Annabelle set the plate down, I was all over it before I could think twice about it. Though, I didn't think it would be drugged or poisoned since if the jerk wanted to do either of those things, I think he would have done so by now.

I noticed that there was no knife and that the chicken was already cut into bit sized pieces. I immediately knew why that was done; he was afraid that I would use it as a weapon (which I totally would). I picked up the fork and wondered how I could possible use it against him, but then thought better of it. He was a vampire, I didn't think a puny little fork would do much more than piss him off.

I nearly moaned as the piece of chicken reached my mouth, "That is some really good chicken," I noted after I had chewed and swallowed the first bite.

"I'll be sure to tell Cindy that you liked it then." Annabelle smiled.

"She's feeling better already?" I asked, surprised, "From how badly Tristan was freaking out, I thought she would take longer to heal."

Annabelle shrugged, "Well, she normally would, but Tristan didn't like the idea of her being bedridden for very long since he needs her to do stuff around the house so he just gave her some of his blood and that healed her after a couple of hours."

I stared at her, "Is that his answer to everything?" I asked, shoving more food into my mouth.

She nodded, "Yea, pretty much."

"That is really disgusting." I said, "I really wonder what he would do if he wasn't a vampire and he couldn't magically heal people with his blood."