The King's Pet

#14

The car ride was deathly silent except for a few shuffling noises made by me. Seth was as still as a statue. He didn't even move an inch. His perfectly structured face was frozen as he gazed out of the window.

I was beyond mad. I don't even know why I'm so angry. Probably because I'm on my period. Huh.

I was just disappointed. I've been stuck with Seth for a little more than a month now and he has proven to be a semi-decent living/dead being.

Then, somehow, he proves me wrong. It was like he could switch off his emotions. When he bit me, it wasn't Seth. It was someone else. What if this person that he portrays himself to be isn't actually him? What if the predatory, wild person is actually his real self?

"I'm both," he spoke, moving for the first time after half an hour of staying completely still.

My lips parted in surprise, realizing that he was digging around my head, but I sat back in my seat, signaling for him to continue.

"Whenever I hunt, a different side of me comes out, a darker side," he started but then stopped; now I was genuinely curious.

"Go on," I leaned forward again, urging him to continue.

"I'm different from normal vampires; when I hunt, my emotions all switch off completely," he explained as his turquoise eyes met mine.

"Can't you control it?" I furrowed my brows.

"No," he confessed quietly, "Lycans and vampires aren't meant to procreate; with power comes weaknesses."

My lips parted once again but in pity. That's why he acts like a completely different person. I felt a strong urge to hug him. I don't even know how he puts up with me; I blame him for something that isn't even his fault every five seconds. I guess it's because of my hatred towards vampires, but he wasn't like them at all.

Vampires were cruel, unmerciful creatures whereas he was somewhat bearable.

Even when he's being an ass.

I got up from my seat and plopped myself next to him, leaning my head onto his shoulder. God, his scent was addictive.

"I'm sorry for blaming you, again," I laughed weakly.

"No need to apologize, pet, it's not your fault."

It kinda was, but I let it slide.

"Is Layla gonna be okay?" I asked, concerned for her safety.

"Since when have you cared about vampires?" he rose his eyebrows in a questioning frown.

"Is she?" I pressed.

"The werewolves won't bother her anymore," he answered solemnly.

"Okay," I exhaled, feeling relieved that her life isn't in danger.

"I knew you would like my friends," he snickered quietly, a smug expression plastered onto his face.

"Shut up," I grumbled, blushing slightly.

He just smiled at me. Damn him and his stupid self.

"You know you love me," he chuckled.

"Debatable," I snapped, shooting him a playful glare.

***

I want cake. Like right now. I haven't had cake in so long and it's starting to physically hurt. But nooooo. Seth, the annoying ass health freak suggested that I eat a kale salad instead. Apparently he read that eating cake would decrease the lifespan of a human. Where on earth did he even read that? The human/pet manual?