Lazarus

6

Vampire. I was living with a vampire. Vampires were known as blood-sucking creatures. What if Lazarus only kept me around for when he got hungry? Shut up, you know vampires aren't real. He was just trying to scare you. I finally managed to calm myself down knowing that he was probably just trying to scare me.

Cleaning Lazarus's room was a chore, his bed needed their sheets changed and washed. Getting the sheets off the bed was a work out all in itself because the bed was huge. I dusted off the curtains and dusted what I could. Mopping the floor was another thing, the floor got too slippery that at one point I had to sit on his bed and wait for the floor to dry so I didn't slip, fall, and crack my head open. The man had no pictures in his room, just the basics. A bed, two nightstands with some books and paper stuffed in them, he also had a door which leads to a bathroom. The colours matched his room it had: two sinks, a clawfoot bathtub with a bronze tap.

After cleaning his room, and the bathroom I went to the kitchen and started on dinner, I decided we were having breakfast for dinner. Eggs, bacon, and toast was on the menu. When dinner was halfway done I walked upstairs and knocked on my bedroom door.

"Lazarus!! Food!" I shouted through the door. I didn't wait for a response, I didn't want a repeat of earlier. I went down the stairs and finished making dinner. Lazarus never came down. He stayed in my room that night. I finished my dinner around nine at night, I realized that the past couple of days we never checked the mailbox. Before bed, I went out in the pitch dark to check the mail. I opened the mailbox, it was packed with a few letters. I took them inside and opened them. I technically could do that because I was the maid, and I was not waking Lazarus to check the mail.

I brought the letter into the big hall where I first stood when I walked in on the first night. The first letter was from Transylvania, it was addressed to Lazarus McCrow.

Dear King Lazarus McCrow,

It is now your year to host the annual feeding celebration. Please make sure you are well stocked with enough rooms and enough humans for the feast.

Thank you for your cooperation see you August 15th. Happy hunting!

The Coven, The Nightstalkers, and The Clench

Holy fuck, more vampires were coming here. Lazarus was a king? King of what? Being the king of being a pain in my ass. I was going to be part of their feast. Just as I was opening the second letter Lazarus came down the stairs and snatched the letters out of my hands.

"What are you doing?" he snapped.

"Looking..."

"This isn't your mail!"

"Well, I just thought that..since you weren't up I could let you know what they were about when you did get up" I lied.

"I don't care, this is mine!" he bumped me with his elbow as he walked into the dining room.

"What is the annual feeding celebration?" I stormed behind him.

"A celebration" he snapped.

"What are you celebrating?"

"Why do you ask so many fucking questions?" he turned on his heel to look at me.

"Tell me what is going on," I snapped.

"No" he turned back around and made his way to the dining room table. He sat at the head of the table. I sat beside him.

"I have questions, especially if I'm going to be living here and doing all your housework!"

"What do you want to know?" he slammed the letters down in front of him, leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. His burgundy eyes switched from burgundy to black and back to burgundy in a split second.

"First off, you seriously can't believe you are a vampire!" His cocked his head slightly part of me felt like it was curiosity and part of it I felt he was mocking me. "Just because you have fangs and have insomnia and live in black and grey doesn't mean you are a vampire," I snapped.

"No, but drinking blood makes you one."

"It just makes you a crazy person" I hissed before I could say anything else I was on the floor with Lazarus's one hand wrapped around my neck and his other holding my shoulder down so I couldn't move.

"Don't call me crazy" he snapped before he leaned his head down and brushed his lips against the nape of my neck. He ran his tongue up and down the spot where my neck met my shoulder, it felt very pleasurable, but at the same time, I was petrified. Before I could let out a scream Lazarus sunk his fangs in the little place where he had glided his tongue seconds before. I couldn't scream, I couldn't think, I could just feel my blood slowly running out of my wound. It wasn't enough to make me bleed out just enough to hurt, which I think is what he wanted. "Don't call me crazy again" his voice sounded distant as my eyes started to feel heavy and I had an irresistible urge to fall asleep...so I did.