The Boring and Uneventful Life of Valentina Ayers

Chapter 4 - A mortal to play with

In the books I bother to occasionally read, it is often stated that one can feel alone in a crowd of people. This I understand, what I didn't is the great tragedy of this. The people surrounding you may as well be treated as those who have betrayed you, as even the ones closest to you will. At one point. I have felt lonely for many glorious years. A pure uninterrupted loneliness.

"Going out again Mistress?"

"Yes, no snide comments this time or I'll eat you," I threw on my coat.

Stars awaited me as I plunged forth into the town. My body turning to the bat-like stare of only the strongest vampires. I flew with the icy wind of the darken night. I came to land on the rooftop of the house, the right house. Had the fates led me to the house?

it was laughable how much both myth and mortal blamed the fates for their stupid decisions. Trust me the fates have more important things to plot than your insignificant life therefore shouldn't be blamed for you trusting the wrong person. Trust no person.

So as I slipped in through the window fate wasn't to blame nor was trust.

Cruel is a funny word, so subjective. Mind you the mortal boy I had collected loved to throw it around. It was at one point directed at everything. I supposed by his standards death would be cruel too. Though as the months dragged on he started to beg for it. Wondered why it happened yet.

I kept him well fed and watered him everyday. Though there was a learning curve for me and my servants for the first few weeks. Being members of the predatory undead feeding everyday is a new concept. He also reacted well to burnt flash rather than raw. Peculiar isn't it? The towns mortals were very riled up in the first few weeks though it died down and never reached my manor.

The rich young lady could have never been capable of kidnapping a young man of his calibre. I would be furious however this meant I got away without having them bother me so instead I smiled. He was my pet and he was ever so fascinating.

Many letters came from the leader in the passing month which I had kept my pet. I only could assume they were about the war but I couldn't knew for certain, I had them burned in the fire that kept my pet warm. 

The vampire world didn't interest me like the world of my cellar did. I watched him for hours. The way he moved, wept and ate was so intriguing to me. I didn't even feel thirsty as I saw his pulse under his skin.

Yet as much as I was enthralled by him I couldn't bring myself to speak to him. I knew nothing about him not even his name, I referred to him as "mortal" or "pet". Yet my mind was entranced by this movement, like the shifting of his muscle beneath his skin had been imprinted on my memory. I would see it in my dreams. It was a kind of intimacy I had never experienced before, had never desired to experience, yet I felt it all over. it terrified me but I couldn't bare not to see him. I thought to release him, to kill him but the mere thought of him not living down there in my cellar brought tears to my eyes. The tears were a terror and I ran down to the cellar, I wasn't to grow weak to a mere mortal.

Rage and horror blinded me as I raced down the spiral stairs. I nearly tripped and fell but my determination kept me stable. As my foot reached the bottom step I bared my fangs but as my eyes met his - my heart melted.