The Vampire's Slave/Lover

A Vampire's Slave/Lover

*Brooklyn's POV*

I woke up the next morning to horrible rock music. I recognized it was Screamo and that gives me headaches. It's not bad. Just gives me headaches.

I put the pillow over my head and tried to drift back to sleep. But right after I got done positioning myself, the pillow was ripped off of my head.

I looked up to see "master" standing beside my side of the bed. He was dressed but shirtless and he looked like he just got out of the shower.

"Up," he said with a blank expression. I just scowled at him and rolled over. I felt myself being lifted up. "Oh great," was what I thought before I was thrown against a wall.

He somehow manage to make his hand wrap around my throat. "I'm up now! I'm up! Dammit! LET GO!" I squeezed out before he just dropped me.

I rubbed my throat at what would be a new bruise. "What the hell is your problem?!?!?!" I asked him with a glare.

He just scowled and dragged me to the closet. He dropped me and I fell hard on my ass. He threw me a pair of pants and a plain blue shirt.

He left and I took that as a hint to get dressed. I got dressed and I poked my head out the door and no one was there. I ran to the door and as soon as my hand made contact with the door handle I was thrown back.

He pounced on top of me and pinned me down and got really close to my face. "Where are you going?" he asked starting to get amusement out of this.

"I...was...Um....psssshhh...the lady's room. Duuuuhhhhh," I said. He chuckled. "Bathroom is right there," he said tilting his head towards another door. "Dammit," I said out loud. He pulled me up fast and I ran into his chest.

He led me torwards his bathroom. It was solid black granite stuff. He handed me a rag and a brush. "Fix your face, you look like a clown with all of that running makeup," he said.

I looked in the mirror and he was right. It was plain horrible. I wiped away the stuff and brushed through my hair. I turned around and waited for my next command.

He pointed torwards a box. I looked at it, then him and kept doing that until I opened it. Makeup was in it. "Put it on, people will be here and since your my personal slave they expect you to look more decent than the others," he said leaning against the wall.

"Gee thanks, really helps a girl's self esteem," I said matter of factly. I continued talking while putting on the makeup. "You're never getting a girlfriend with that anger temper and put downs you have," I said.

"I'll be ok, trust me," he said. I turned and looked at him when I got done. He just looked me up and down. "Certainly an improvement from this morning," he said.

I rolled my eyes. I have got to get out of here.

Sorry it's a filler chapter 😣 but I'll do more