Love Bites

Fruit

I stand in my cage as the  freaks flood into the room. A loud chatter arises as the vampires speak to the caged girls and talk amongst each other.

A blonde haired vampire makes his way over to my cage and stands to a halt in front of me.

Isn't that just wonderful...

My bitter thoughts are interrupted by the tall man.

"My dear! You are just perfect for my collection."

His thick French accent rings through my ears as Harlan struts over. He had obviously been watching us.
The two vampires exchanged greetings and looked over towards me.

"Harlan! I would like to purchase this lovely peach!"

Ew

"Ah yes. This is Abigail. A wonderful choice if I do say so myself, Mercifer"

I was dragged out of my cage and put on a leash!

"Uhm, excuse me... I am not going home with this freak!" I say as I struggle against the leather.
His cold glare meets mine and he yanks me forward with the pink strap.

"Have fun with you're new master, little one" his voice echoes through my head as the harsh reality sets in.

Throughout the three hour long car trip I tired to cover up my distress with snarky remarks, such as:
"Was the limo really nessasery?"
"Are you related to Dracula?"
"Man this car ride... sucks...."  e.c.t
The car stops at a halt, and my door is opened by a tall, dark girl.
We walk up white stone steps to the front door, a girl wearing a short maids outfit opens the door. I roll my eyes and take a step into the large home, Looking around the room I see a lot of fruit themed furniture.

What the fuck!? What's with this guy?

A huge kiwi fruit rug sprawled across the marble floor, paintings of all different types of fruit lined the walls.

"Come this way, Abigail." I follow him, glad to get out of the fruit room.

OH FOR FUCKS SAKE!

The couches are shaped like watermelons, the coffee table is a lime and the rug is a pineapple.

"What the fuck is with all the fruit!?"

Mercifer purses his lips, thinking for a while.

"I have no idea." He smiles at me and sits down on the fucking watermelon.

"What do you mean you have no idea!?"

"I mean, I don't remember. You see, vampires can make themselves forget about certain things, and apparently I didn't want to remember why I like fruit so much. So I don't."

What...

I raise a brow at the tall blond, thinking of the most unpleasant reasons why he likes fruit. I give a disgusted look to the leech and plop down on a watermelon shaped arm chair.

"Ew"

After a while I started to get bored, pretty girls in French maid outfits kept flooding in and out of the room, catering to Mercifer's every wish and bringing me a plate of bite size food, i stayed in the same seat, getting fed up with these brain washed loons.

I look over at the vampire, he's sitting reading a newspaper and drinking tea. I cross my arms and huff loudly, I glare at him when he takes no notice. I huff louder and he lets out an annoyed sigh.

"What is it my dear?" He looks up at me over his newspaper with annoyance.

"I'm tired."

He sighs again, standing up and walking out the door we had previously came through, Back into the front foyer. we walk down a hallway, which believe it or not is fucking fruit themed.

We stop at a door at the end of the lengthy hallway, he opens the door and walks in.

"This is your room, puppet." His accent fills the bright room that had a sweet sent of peach to it. Glancing around the room I'm happy to find the only fruit themed thing is the bed sheets and the many pillows that covered the head of the bed.

I flop myself onto the bed, sinking into the soft blankets. Mercifer close the door behind him as he walks out, leaving me to rest.

I'm shaken from my slumber, my eyes flutter open and I pull my sleep ridden body into a sitting position. Looking up I see two twin maids, their blond hair pulled into piggy tails. They glance down at me with big blue eyes, one of the two girls hands me a silky nightgown.

"Master wishes for you to change." One of the small blonds says, smiling brightly at me. The other just standing there, avoiding eye contact with me.

"Your own, personal bathroom is through that door over there!" The talkative twin  points to a door over the other side of the room. she smiles again and heads toward the door, her quiet sister following closely behind.

Creepy ass twins.

Something about twins has always creeped me out, especially If one of them acts like a psychotic murderer.

She's probably planning to take over the world!... or kill me in my sleep...

I laugh lightly to myself and make my way to the bathroom, opening the door to reveal a beautiful black marble interior.

Woah.