December's Day

Master

~recap~

"This way." she mumbled, leading me down a another hall that ended in two huge mahogany doors. "Don't make him mad and you'll survive."

Here we go.

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December's P.O.V.

The room was decorated extravagantly. A long mahogany table ran almost the length of the room. At the opposite end, I could see the back of a large leather swivel chair.

"Hello dear." a man's voice echoed from the chair.

"Master." I replied respectfully, my head down and not moving from my position in front of the door.

"Please, save that for later. Call me Marcus." I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

"Marcus."

"Dear December, it is wonderful to finally meet you. How are you?"

"Just fine." I looked up through my eyelashes to see him spinning in his chair to face me.

Messy brown hair that curled over the tips of his ears. Golden tan skin with dark brown eyes. He was wearing a crisp suit and tie that showed his obviously muscular physique.

"Good, I heard you met the hunter?" he stood and made his way toward me.

"Stranger? Yes and the shapeshifter." I answered warily.

He frowned at my nickname but continued toward me, his hand trailing down the table.

"The shapeshifter was an unknown. You kept a bloodbag in your presence as well?" Disgust lined his voice when he mentioned Freya.

"Freya is a nice girl. She doesn't deserve that title." I looked up boldly, unhappy that he spoke that way of her.

"I'm sure she is. But her blood is still used. How are you settling in?"

He froze, half way between me and his previous seat. He smiled at me, his fangs poking his bottom lip.

"I'm settling in fine, considering I was kidnapped and now have scars from it." I took a small step back but he smiled wider when he noticed.

"Scars are personality. You know what gets the blood pumping? Fear. Even in vampires. It makes the blood sweeter."

Suddenly he was right in front of me. He leaned down so he could trace his fangs up and down the hollow of my throat.

"I've never had blood, so I wouldn't know." I clenched my jaw and ignored the shivers running through my body.

"Oh? We'll change that." his voice was throaty and he pulled away to look in my eyes.

"Of course. Is there a reason you called me here, Marcus?" I looked up at him and took another small step back.

"There is. A little Wolvern told me you could speak their language. That they have one for you to train?" his voice took on a slightly hopeful tone.

"I would never train a killer." I spat at him and his eyes narrowed.

"But you will, my frozen time. Leave." he dismissed me and turned away to walk back to his seat.

I felt my fists ball and my nails cut into my skin. Blood dripped from my hands and stained the handle as I opened the door.

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