The Vampire's Slave/Lover

Vampire's Slave/Lover

*Brooklyn's POV*

I don't know what happened but the next thing I knew my hand was across his face. His face went dark and so did his eyes.

He looked at me and for the first time since he has taken me I've felt pure fear. I knew he would snap and so would my neck, probably.

I tried to crawl away but before I knew it his foot was on my back. He held me in place while I tried to break free. "What in the hell went through your mind that made you think you had the right to do that?" he asked.

"I-I don't know..." I whispered. He picked me up by my neck. He was letting enough air pass through but he dug his fingernails into my skin. I could feel the blood trickle down my neck and down my shirt.

"You humans think so little. It sickens me," he growled. He threw me in the floor. I just sat there and he slapped me in the face. "You are so ignorant," he muttered. He grabbed me by my hands with his one hand and dragged me over to a rug.

He sat in the chair and just looked at me. He sighed and his jaw was still tight. I pulled my knees to my chin and sat there trying not to look at him.

"Look at me, slave," he said. I slowly looked up and I met his cold eyes. He patted his lap and I crawled over to him. I hesitated before I sat on the very edge of his lap.

He started to stroke my hair and then he moved his hand under my chin and yanked my head. He made my head face him and he stared deeply into my eyes.

He repositioned me to where I was laying in his lap and my head was laying on his shoulder. "I actually want to keep you, you amuse me and make me happy. but if you keep on freely hitting me whenever you feel you won't live for long. Understood?" He said.

I nodded my head slowly. He picked me up and stood me up before he lead me out of the room.