Mine! (m x b)

Chapter Four: (Future) In-Law ((Updated 2022))

☆☆☆ Feelings on coffee? I hate it for the most part, but if its iced and very sweet I usually like it ☆☆☆

Alistair

I stared wearily at the mug filled with a dark, murky looking liquid. For all the money this kid is probably worth, he sure isn't worth it with his coffee making skills.

Back in my day--

Well, back in my human days I was busy with war and trying to free slaves. I wasn't too concerned with coffee.

But it definitely wasn't good. He watched me with expectations in his eyes, as if he was waiting for a congratulations on making coffee.

I begrudgingly took a sip and fought the cringe off my face.

"When are your parents coming home?" I felt like breaking the silence.

He stared at me, eyes watering slightly before turning his gaze to the hardwood floor. "They're...not here anymore. I live alone."

"I was taken from their funeral and raised by my godparents. They're great people. Also my personal doctor, I was planning on calling him today to fix your chest for you."

It's not like I can say that's not necessary. I've been shot with an arrow, I am severely injured according to humans.

"Okay. But why are you doing so much for a stranger? I could end up being a killer, you know?" I chuckled, half hinting.

He gave a sad smile.

"Because I'm lonely." That made my grin deflate. "Oh."

"Yeah. I'll call him to take a look at you." He picked up his phone again, and I noticed little pinpricks in his arms, probably scars.

"Is your arm okay?" Wow, Alistair. That came out of nowhere. "He pulled down the sleeve of his sweatshirt quickly. "Just fine!" He squeaked as he entered a room and shut the door behind him.

"Drugs." I concluded. "The lonely rich skunk likes injections. Maybe he'll like dying by my fangs."

I was roused from my daydream to him entering the room again. "I just made an appointment. He'll be here in ten minutes tops."

"Thank you." I took another swig of the coffee without realizing and had to fight off the gag that comes with consuming human food, especially bad human food.

"I ordered you some clothes...in case you wanted to stay longer. If you don't I guess I could just donate them?" He scratched the back of his head and murmured the last part.

He jumped at the sound of a doorbell ringing through his home. "Ah, that must be Clyde." He ran to the door and opened it, and was immediately wrapped in someone's arms.

The man picked him entirely off the ground and hugged him tight to his chest. "Too tight!" He cried, muffled. The man put him back down.

"I didn't call you for me this time! I found this guy passed out on my porch--"

"And you brought him in? Camden, Lyla and I raised you better than that!"

"But he was shot by an arrow, I couldn't just leave him there." He raised an eyebrow. "Did you pull the arrow out?" "No. I think he did." "Why would you do that?" He groaned. "Okay, let me in and I'll see what I can do."

He entered the home and stared at me.

Another vampire. A master vampire, at that. Lovely.

"Well, come with me, stranger. I'll check out that 'wound' if yours." His face was grim as he led me to a room and closed the door behind us.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

"My name is Alistair and I was shot by an arrow and fell on a porch. I wasn't asked to be taken in."

"Alistair...you sound familiar...shit!" He pointed at me. "You, are you related to Maxi--"

"I don't want to talk about him."

"Well that's too bad, you don't make the rules. If you are the Alistair I think you are, the beloved pet of that bastard, then leave now. That man has hurt this family too much already."

There was a knock on the door. "Going okay in there? I actually forgot I wanted to ask him something." The skunk opened the door.

"No problem, Cammy, come in."

"Stranger...can I have your name, please?"

"Alistair."

"Mister Alistair, if you have no where to go..." he blushed and squeezed his hands together nervously. "Would you like to work for me? As a butler, maybe?"

I raised and eyebrow and the doctor looked two seconds from decking me.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Cammy. After all, what if he can't cook or clean?"

"Who said I can't? I'd love to be your butler." I grinned.

"Really? You can stay here with me and help me?" I nodded.

"That's great! I'll set you up a room!" He closed the door and squealed in excitement as his footfalls grew quieter.

I smirked. "Looks like I'm not going anywhere, old man." His eyes glew gold with anger.