The Vampire's Pet

Chapter 6

We walked a little longer through these long corridors, making my poor legs hurt more plus Alexander walking at such a long pace made them feel like hell. Many vampires who walked by, stared at me, probably because I was Alexander's new pet or maybe because I looked at them into their eyes.

I was still wondering on Emily; I knew that she wasn't alright and I absolutely wanted to go and kill her master. But, unfortunately I can't, I kill only my masters and others who chases me when I escape. I want her to act a bit braver, and let go of that obedient side.

But, as far as I know her, she would never dare to do that. She has been too abused by the vampires that today, she is scared of everything and is so fearful of punishments; that reminds me of when we were still in the pet shop. She would get punished by the pet master many times for the slightest mistake.

But most of the time, I would defend her and get the punishment myself; I don't know why though, maybe because I considered her as my best friend. Well, sometimes, maybe sometimes, it was because of me that she would get in trouble, so I owed her.

I snapped out of my thoughts as we entered a very big and beautiful dining room; there were three chandeliers hanging up, a really long table with millions of chairs and a light teal blue napkin set on it. On the table were set some empty golden glasses.

There were already some vampires who came and sat, including the family of Alexander. Then there were some human slaves who laid the dishes on the long table. Sometimes, I wished that I was a slave instead of a pet. Slaves enjoyed some privileges such as having their own little room in the slaves quarter. Maybe they slept in a little bed or on the floor with some covers and blankets but that was more comfortable than sleeping in cages!

Whereas a pet has to sleep in the same room as her/his master/mistress. And there are also vampires who make their pet sleep into their bed together.

Anyway, Alexander tugged at the leash, making me continue walking as he lead me to the big table and sat on one of the teal blue comfy chair.
"Where must I sit?" I asked him quietly as I looked around at the different chairs.

"Right here." I heard him say, so I snapped my head to him to see that he was patting his lap. Ohh hell no!! Is he really serious right now?! I would never ever sit on his lap like an obedient pet, I would rather sit on the hard cold floor!

"Are you kidding-," as I was about to argue with him, he didn't even let me finish my sentence that he grabbed my arm and yanked me onto his lap, letting my weak body fall gently on his. As he did so, I let out a small gasp and tried to wiggle out of his grip but he just snaked his arms around my waist to hold me in place.

His metal grip was keeping me in place as I continue to squirm on him. As he saw that I was attempting to get out of his hold, he tightened his grip on my waist, making my back rest on his chest as I sat on him. He placed his chin on my shoulder and rested it there.

After some more minutes of wiggling, I finally stop as I grumbled some curses under my breath. He was too strong! Stupid as*hole....

The human slaves finally brought our food, placing the plates infront of us; his consisted of a tower of pancakes covered with vanilla whipped cream and strawberries dipped in chocolate decorating the dish with a glass of blood while mine consisted of a small piece of toasted bread with a thin layer of butter, a red apple and a glass of water.

Ahh finally some food after being sucked dry from last night. Although the food seemed to be too little, for me it was much more than what I used to get from the pet shop or from my previous masters.

The pet master usually gave us, the pets a slice of bread which was sometimes stale, twice a day. One for breakfast and another one for dinner, we never had lunch as he thought that food shouldn't be wasted on pathetic humans like us.