The King's Pet

#11

No. I couldn't. He's a friggin' leach for christ's sake. I can't start to tolerate him; that would mean I would bend every all of the rules that I live by. No way.

But so what if I did?

He has done nothing but treat me well ever since I got here; he is one of the two people I kind of trust in this hell.

Ugh, thoughts. Fuck that; I want food. I hugged Mer goodbye and left her room as I stomped over to the kitchen for some cake. 

Man, I wanted that cake now.

I politely asked one of the cooks to make me some. All the staff in Seth's mansion liked me, but not as much as they liked him. Everyone admired him because of his kindness and generosity. I then skipped downstairs, feeling bored. There was literally nothing to do in this damn house.

About five minutes later, my cake was ready. I eyed it as my mouth watered. Oh, how I love cake. Without thinking twice, I dove in.

***

Seth

I was literally knee-deep in paperwork. Apparently, the council wants to make a law that states that vampires must have a pet for more than a year before they can kill it. Although I hate those dickheads, they do have a point. The human population has been down by 7.3% since vampires took over the world. In all honesty, killing a pet would be showing it mercy. This world is a horrible place for humans anyway. They literally only serve one purpose; being livestock. I can imagine Chloe's expression if I said that to her. She would give me a whole lecture on how humans and vampires should be equal. What a weird human. I ran a hand through my messy hair and rubbed my temples tiredly. The werewolves were also pestering me to become their alpha since I'm the last lycan in existence.

I stood up, straightening to my impressive height as I rolled my shoulders. My vampiric hearing picked up heels clicking in the hall, heading straight to my office.

Here she comes.

"Seth, do you have any books?" she asked as she strutted in.

"Well, hello to you too," I muttered.

A look of irritation flashed across her features, "Do you?" she asked as she tapped her foot impatiently.

I made my way over to my bourbon cabinet and smirked, "Yes, I do."

"Can I borrow them?" she snapped as she shot me an annoyed glare.

"What's the magic word?" I teased as I poured myself a glass of whiskey.

Her fists clenched at her sides, "Please?"

I pretended to think for a while before grinning, "No."

"And why not?" she exclaimed, shock laced in her tone.

Oh, how I love riling her up.

"The books that I have are quite old for your taste," I shrugged nonchalantly and tipped my head back as I downed my drink.

It burned my throat slightly but I enjoyed the buzz that it gave me.

"You don't know what my taste is," she argued as she crossed her arms stubbornly.

"Fine," I smiled at her childishness, "But I really do hope that you enjoy the works of William Shakespeare."

"I will," she stuck her tongue out and held her head high.

"Not now, though," I added, "We have to go to Layla's house first."

"Fine," she rolled her eyes.