Claude's pov
I look down at iris sleeping form. She was the definition of perfection. I rolled over and pressed my lips against her shoulder before pulling myself off the bed.
I grab my black sweat pants and red shirt and make my way to the bathroom quickly getting dressed before heading towards my study.
I still was unsettled with Lucas's glances towards iris. He had definitely met her before, they must have had some encounter. Wether iris remembered or not. He certainly did.
I walk over to my desk and immediately call Lucas.
"What on earth could you want at this time of day?" He groans. Even I knew he was up, rarely did we sleep. Our work always kept us up.
"Who is Iris to you?" I question getting straight to the point.
The line goes silent for a few moments before he clears his throat.
"I've briefly met her once with her previous master. But she was so badly beaten and starved i hardly doubt she'd remember." He breathes.
I sit there for a moment trying to control my anger at the news. Iris was by no means a kind woman in the slave world. She was a firecracker, ready to explode at any moment. But never did she deserve the things her masters had done.
I swallow the fire burning in me before i speak. "Thank you, that is all I needed."
"Why not compel her? Or is the word true? Have you gone soft brother, for a human?" Lucas chuckles, I could hear the spite in his voice.
"Good bye brother."
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A Vampires Slave
Vampire"Well I was just thinking.." I state biting my bottom lips as if I were thinking. He licks his lips at my motion and walks towards me. "And what is it you were thinking about?" He grins leaning against the bars. I slowly reach out and run my hand a...
