The Vampire's Pet

Blood Stain

The sound of the front door slamming shut rouses Aiea from her sleep; the feline stretches out her drowsy limbs and yawns widely before rising into a sitting position.

Her jewel blue eyes drift to the small clock stationed upon the fire place mantle, six in the morning, she frowns and glances towards the living room door, Miles never returns this late, he's always home well before the sun rises.

Aiea stands to her paws and silently walks from the warmth of the room, leaving behind the dying embers quietly crackling within the ash of the fire place.

His footsteps sound from the stairs and the cat hurries after his retreating form, more confused than ever.

He'd always fetch me before bed, she thought to herself as she aseneded the stairs quickly, wanting to reach the immortal and make sure it was really him and not some homeless man like that one time.

Her nose wrinkles as her pink nostrils fill with the bitter coppery scent of blood, the fur along her spine begins to itch and she runs the rest of the way, stopping only briefly in front of his bed room door.

She hears his soft grunt as he collaspes onto his bed, the springs barely making a sound beneath his weight, the scent of blood was stronger now.

"Miles?" The vampire's head slowly turns towards the door, the faint meow of his cat alerting him to her presence, he smiles as her head pokes around the edge of the door.

"Hey kitty," he cooes softly, resting his hand across his abdomen he doesn't reach out to the feline and he watches as she slides into the room and gazes at him with eyes as blue as the skies he remembered from his childhood.

Warmth seeps between his fingers and he inwardly flinches at the way his blood oozes from his cold flesh like thick honey, the wounds he received from a small group of hunters aren't healing quickly enough, of course he should've known they wouldn't. He never got the chance to feed before they were upon him, their new weapons firing wooden and silver bullets at incredible speeds.

A soft wet nose brushes against his cheek, drawing him back to his dark room, he looks up at the face of his only companion and flinches at the raw human worry upon her feline features.

"Aiea don't worry," he reaches out his hand to gently stroke her tender ears, realizing a little too late that he was smearing blood into her perfect snowy fur, he inwardly chides himself at his foolishness as she presses her forehead against his.

Even though they couldn't communicate on the same level he knew what she wanted him to do, "I can't...I haven't fed in weeks Aiea, what if I can't control myself?" His hand drops back to his side, the pain slowly throbbing through his body.

Aiea glares at her immortal caretaker, why wouldn't he just feed from her? That's why she was here, she's read up on many of the books in his library and the only reason vampires keep pets is for emergency supplies of blood.

She paws at his face urgently and moves closer, Miles turns his head away and rage bubbles up within the feline's stomach, she hisses at him, "You stubborn idiotic vampire! You're dying and you turn my help away?!" She holds back from lashing out at him and hops off the bed fuming.

She slinks from the room feeling a little defeated, she's only been with him for two years, and he's her only family.

Something flashes through her mind, something she read awhile ago from one of Miles' newspapers, a witch who's said to help supernatural creatures.

Aiea's eyes light up as the address flickers around inside her head, she'd get him help a different way, she'll heal his broken body and his heart.

Two birds with one stone.