The vampire's pet

Prolague: 3 years ago

I ran. That's all I did. The vamps had taken over my village and had killed my parents. I saw their bodies and ran as fast as my 13 year-old legs could carry me. I ran towards my hideout in the forest where I could be safe. Unfortunately, I never got there. I heard the shouts and went even faster when a vamp jumped in my path and took me to the ground. I scratched and bit and growled, but he still bound my hands in silver chains and slipped a collar around my neck. He jerked the end of the leash and I stumbled forward. I was led out of the woods with my head hung in shame and was about to be loaded into the cart with the others of my village, when a hand stopped me. I looked to the owner of the hand and they leered at me, baring fangs in the process. He silently took the leash from the other vampire and yanked it to him. I tripped and landed on all fours with my tail drooping and my ears folded back. He yanked it again and I whined as my airflow was cut off. He grinned his toothy smile and turned to the man that had caught me "I'll take this one. He'll be easy to train." The vamp nodded "of course Lord Cobra. He's all yours." I was loaded into a kennel and placed on the front seat of a car. I had to constantly be on my hands and knees and the chains on my hands were clipped to the front of the cage, as was the ring of the collar. I was forced to keep my head down or risk hurting myself. Out of nowhere Cobra's pale hand reached out and started to stroke my ears. I gave him a warning growl and he pinched my ears. I started to whine again and he chuckled. It was really pissing me off by how compliant he was making me, but I couldn't do anything about it. I tried to speak but then the hand shifted and smacked me in the face. I yelped, recoiling and choking myself in the process, and he laughed again. "Pets aren't to speak unless asked a question" by now we had arrived at wherever we were going to end up at and he parked the car. Coming around the other side, he opens the door and picked up my cage with ease. Toting me to the door, he opened it and set me down in the foyer of the house. My collar was unlatched from the cage and so were my wrists. I then was pulled out of the cage and onto a rather large dog bed. There was a ring with a lock placed in the wall and my leash placed on it. I could move about six feet away from the wall and that was enough to get to the bowls he had set out. I huffed and settled down as my new "Master" walked away.