Unruly Pet

The first half-moon

"I set it up so we can meet with him after the half-moon." Adam put his phone in his pocket as he talked.

"When is the half-moon anyways?" Sadly I was out of food so I just played with my fork as I talked.

"Two days," after he finished the sentence Blake looked worried, hell she had every right to be. No matter how nice your master is the half-moon isn't safe for a human.

"Shit," I said quietly to myself. I wasn't so much worried about myself as I was Derik. What if I get too rough with him and hurt him? I probably won't kill him but I could break more than a few of his bones.

"Careful, I don't want you cutting your lip so close to the half-moon." Derik gently pulled my lip away from my fangs which was more than distracting. Clearing my throat and looking at Adam, most likely a little red, I tried to think of something to say.

"I guess we'll see you around then." My voice was a little strained and I walked up to Derik's room with him a little behind me.

I sat in the window sill trying not to chew on my lip. It was always a little uncomfortable three or four days before the half moon but it was getting to the point I had to actively ignore it.

Which now that I think about it explains a lot.

I could hear Derik doing some kind of paperwork but focusing on him wasn't a good idea so I watched the birds outside the window.

When he stopped doing paperwork he walked over to the window and leaned on the wall next to it.

"Are you hungry, your fangs are out." I pointed out gently tugging his hand until he stood in front of me.

"Yeah, I'll have a slave bring something up." He rested his head on mine with his arms around my waist. I tried to ignore his heartbeat and how good his blood smelled, which didn't really work but I didn't have so little control that I attacked him.

When the slave came in with his blood he didn't react, like he was in a trance. I knew what he wanted but it's not like I can let him feed from me so close to the half-moon, I'd bite him if he tried even if it wasn't on purpose.

Motioning the slave over I took the glass from him and held it near Derik's nose. He grabbed the glass from my hand so roughly something cracked and my eyes teared up.

But I just smiled at him encouragingly as he drank from the glass. When he was about three quarters of the way done with the glass he came back and stared at me confused for a second.

When he noticed me holding my hand a look of sheer panic came over his face.

"Hey, hey, you're okay. It's just a bruise," I lied soothingly and cupped his face with my good hand.

"I'm so sorry, god I'm so sorry." He looked like he might start crying.

"It's okay, it's not your fault."

"I'm so sorry," he held me in a tight hug just like when I'd gotten back to the room at the Regional's.

For a long time I just played with his hair and whispered assurances to him. My hand would have taken days to heal in the pet shop but since I heal faster here it would probably take less than a day.

"It's okay, I'm okay. Finish your glass, okay? Then we can do something,"

He held the glass out to me and reluctantly I took a small sip before handing it back to him. Since he didn't seem overly motivated to move I gently led him to the bed so he was laying down next to me.

I swear it took him like three hours to finish the glass and he never left my side. It wasn't his fault, not even a little, vampires get twitchy around the half-moon.