Yes, Mistress ?

Meeting the Cerullis

~Lacey's POV~

I slowly awake, only to see an angry Taylor shaking me, yelling my name.

"Lacey ! Thank fuck you're finally awake !" She sighs.

"Well, of course, you were shaking me rudely." I mutter, yawning. She removes her grip on my shoulders and slaps me. Nice.

"Shut up. My brother and his wife are coming over, they're due in two hours. I want this place looking spotless, okay ? I have standards to uphold." She instructs before leaving my room. I grin to myself as I remember who her brother is. I've always wanted to meet him, and now I can. Well, not in ideal circumstances but fuck it, I'm meeting Chris fucking Motionless in two hours.

I shower quickly and throw on my favourite motionless in white shirt along with ripped black jeans and black combat boots (surprise surprise). I put on enough makeup to make me look like less of a rat and brush through my hair. When I feel I look decent, I begin the chores I've been set. Unfortunately, I don't quite know how excited I obviously am, and get strange looks from the rest of the slaves here.

"Someone's in a good mood." Jaq chuckles as I help her in the kitchens.

I nod eagerly. "I'm meeting Chris!!" I cry happily. Jaq laughs.

"He's a nice guy, kiddo, you'll like him." She replies. I smile brightly at her. I hear the front door open, and footsteps leading into the hallway. I squeak in excitement and run out there. Sure enough, Chris stands there in black skinny jeans, a black dress shirt, leather jacket and combat boots like mine. He has his arm around a woman smaller than him, wearing a black lacy dress, fishnets and black platform boots. Her eyes are heavily coated in black eyeliner, her lips smeared with black. She's the one to see me first.

"Hey there !" She smiles. "Who might you be ?" As soon as she speaks Chris looks at her, then to me.

"I-I, uh, I'm Lacey. I'm Taylor's newest slave." I blush. I see her eyes fade a bit as I mention I'm a slave.

"I like your Tshirt." I look up and see Chris smiling at me. "It's a nice one."

I tug at it gently. "Thank you, it's my favourite one." They both smile at me as the click of high heels gets louder and I'm stood face to fade with my blonde 'mistress'.

"Well ? Aren't you gonna show them in ?" She snaps at me and I wince slightly.

"Tay, it's fine. How many times have we been here ? I think we know the way by now." Chris calms her. She shrugs. I bite my lip gently and guide them into the living area, where they sit on the couch opposite the big fireplace. I can't help but watch Chris and Connie: they seem so happy together, so in love - like the only thing in the world that matters to them is each other. The small smile on my face fades instantly as I realise that I'm here for life; I'll never have a relationship like theirs, I'll never see any of my friends again, I won't see anything ever again except here stone walls.

"Lacey ?" A soft voice says. I look up and my gaze is met with Connie's. "Come outside for a bit." She leaves Chris' side and exits the room, with me on her platformed heels. I don't know where else to go so I take her up to my attic bedroom. We sit on either end of my bed.

"Vent. I know you have a lot to let out and I'm a pretty decent listener. Vent." She smiles. I take a deep breath.

"It's just, watching you and Chris, seeing how happy you are together and knowing I'll never have that... It hurts, okay ? I never expected this would happen. I got packed up on my 18th birthday and sent to the auction by my parents. I knew they never cared for me - what kind of parent would send their child off to be a slave for the rest of their lives ? I don't understand this, any of this, it's all to confusing. So much has happened in the past few days and I'm not allowed to pause and think about it for a second or I'll get slapped of beaten in some way." I look up to see Connie's sympathetic smile.

"I know it's hard for you. Chris and I don't take slaves, we don't agree with it, but I guess some people have different views on the matter. I would say you can stay with us, but unfortunately I can't. Why don't you just chill with us for today ? We'll just say it's what we want you to do, therefore Taylor couldn't object." She reasons with me.

"Thank you." I give her a small smile back.

"No worries, Lace."

We sit in my room, talking for a while, when we finally hit a subject I've been meaning to bring up for a while.

"So how did you and Chris meet ? Were you a vampire then ?" I ask eagerly. She laughs at my enthusiasm.

"Chris and I met at my workplace at the time. Remember his little misfits logo on his arm ? I did that for him. He was 19 when he got it done. I remember him coming in, all black hair and eyeliner and combat boots and ordering a punk tattoo." She laughs softly at the memory. I smile at the thought. "When it was done and he had to pay, it turned out he'd underestimated the price and didn't have enough, so I let him take me out to dinner. Things just escalated from there, and now I'm married to the guy. And no, I was not a vampire before. We spoke about it and he changed me. We realised that the only people we wanted to spend the rest of our lives with were each other."

I smile brightly at her. "Awhh, that's so cute !!" She laughs at me in return. I hear a knock at my door and Chris sticks his head through.

"What's the joke ?" He asks us, a confused smile on his face.

"Nothing, babe." Connie shakes her head and walks over to him. They kiss, quickly but passionately, and she gestures for me to come over.

"Let's go back downstairs." She smiles at me. I nod and follow them down. Chris still has his arm around her waist and let's his hand squish her butt. Connie turns to look at him.

"Save it for later, cheeky." She points her finger at Chris' face, as he laughs at her.

We all go downstairs and into the front room. I ignore the glares I get from Taylor, and focus my time on enjoying what's left of Chris and Connie's visit.

(Yes i know it's bad. Don't judge me.)