A Vampire's Slave

XV

Several days.

It has been several days since I have been stuck in this small home. My hopes of being rescued again has been crushed into a thousand and one pieces. It is rather stupid of me to think I'd be rescued once again but I was truly hoping I would. Hoping to leave Mochief for good!

"Come on Isabella, hurry with that!" I snap out of my thoughts, filling three wine glasses with this creamy red liquid my master brought in.
During these several days of my return, I have seen my master only twice. It is almost like his is avoiding me.
As usual, he was in his room that stood in the back of the house. This home had no stairs, everything was on one floor, including my bedroom which was a closet at first.

"Coming sir" I spoke calmly.

Just one sip, it's not going to kill anyone

'Oh be quiet Farrah'
During these long days, I have become aquatinted with the wolf inside me and find that she is indeed quite opposite of me. However, it balances out quite nicely. Her smart remarks whenever the men tells me to do something or insults some, have me cracking with laughter.
I am beginning to think my sudden outbursts of laughter frightens the men.

These men who is supposed to be watching my every move does more threatening than hitting. They tell me they will beat me to a pulp, but they have never placed a heavy hand upon me. There's some shoving, there's even a bit of light slaps, but that is about it. If I did not know any better, I would assume these guys are afraid to hurt me.

No one is looking, just sip! I'm telling you, nothing is going to happen

'Why do you want it so badly?' I ask Farrah, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Why don't you? Come on do it! Please please please please please!

'Alright!'
I blushed profusely, doing something I had only did once. That was when we used to love in the mansion. Mochief had his companions over, he got so drunk and they all left out for "a night of fun".  There was only one cup that held a dropping of wine. My curiosity got the best of me and I tried to taste it. However, tilting the cup over, the little drop fell upon my dress instead of in my mouth.

I look up and around, making sure I wasn't being watched before lifting the wine bottle up to my mouth, sipping the liquid. 
The liquid went down my throat very creamy. I puckered my lips as I look at the bottle. It tasted extremely delightful.
I look at the title of the bottle. "World's finest Human Blood"

I wanted to become sick to my stomach. My tastebuds danced with glee from the flavor, but part of me was disgusted. 

My oh my

'Why didn't you tell me to check the bottle first? I have just sipped human blood and found to delicious! I thought werewolves didn't drink blood?' I spoke to Farrah in my mind.

That's not me reacting to it, that's your other half.

My other half?

"What's taking so long?" I hear the men say, ceasing Farrah's and I conversation.

"I am coming sir" I spoke. Although it is quite disturbing, I rather have my stomach react to the blood by puking it up. However, it did no such thing. My tastebuds, almost yearned for another sip!

Throwing away my thoughts, I place the three wine glasses upon a silver colored tray and walked carefully to the men seated at the couch. They were playing a game of checkers, each concentrated until I came with their drinks.

"You bastard!" Shouted one of the men as the other man got checkmate.

The game of checkers have always confused me. It isn't a game I'd like to play. Dominos is more of my type. When I finish with them I turn to walk to my masters bedroom to give him the last wine glass.