Pets, not Slaves
Nice to meet you, Sloan
Chapter 5
You don't know the sheer terror of waking up in a soft bed, no one in sight, and no idea what you should be doing.
"Shit. They're gonna kill me." I mumble, sitting up. I realize I'm in my masters bed, but he isn't here.
"C'mon Alex, you got this." I say to myself before heaving myself out of bed, expecting to be in serious pain. But I didn't feel anything. He didn't fuck me while I was unconscious? Maybe he likes the person awake and screaming.
I try to brush the thought aside while I spend the next five minutes trying to put on my jeans. Yea, FIVE minutes. All slaves wear tight clothing, if any. All monsters seem to enjoy it.
I wander down the hall, stopping first at the infirmary to make sure Mariah is alright. She's still unconscious, but looking better. Just as I turn to leave, I run into someone.
Vampires are usually a foot taller than most humans, so that's the main way you can tell the difference. The girl is 5'6, with bright red hair a brown eyes. She's wearing shorts and a tank top, which is a lot of clothing for slaves. Her skin is very pale, but looks good on her. Oh, another thing. Vampires aren't pale like in the movies. There's all different skin tones, just like humans.
"Are you the king's new pet? He said I'd probably find you here." She asks, her voice kind.
"Uhh yea. Uh I don't know where I'm supposed to be or anything though. Do you know?"
"Yea, he told me to tell you to go eat breakfast, and then I'll show you your chores."
"Breakfast?" I ask. She laughs at my shocked reaction. Apparently she doesn't realize other slaves rarely eat, and usually only eat scraps of food and rotten left overs. She must be one of the lucky ones.
"Yes silly! C'mon, follow me." She laughs, before turning around and running down the stairs. I follow her, and by the time were downstairs I'm out of breath.
In the kitchen there's a vampire making pancakes. She's clearly a vampire, since she's at least 6'5, so I stay where I am.
"I didn't get your name." The red head asks.
"Alex." I mumble, only loud enough for her to hear.
"I'm Sloan. C'mon, aren't you hungry?" She asks. I nod, but don't plan on eating the food.
The vampire puts a plate of pancakes in front of me, sighing in annoyance when I didn't thank her.
"I forgot something I was supposed to have upstairs, may I go get it?" I ask Sloan. She nods.
I grab a few pancakes in paper towel with a glass of orange juice when no one Is looking and head to the infirmary. I leave the food next to Mariah, and also write her a quick message.
"Vampires, yet again. Stay in here as long as you can. The king is decent enough for a vampire but I don't know who your serving. We apparently get fed, so that's a plus. I love you.
-xoxo Alex"
I run back downstairs to find that Sloan already ate her food.
"Ready?" She asks. I nod and follow her.
You don't know the sheer terror of waking up in a soft bed, no one in sight, and no idea what you should be doing.
"Shit. They're gonna kill me." I mumble, sitting up. I realize I'm in my masters bed, but he isn't here.
"C'mon Alex, you got this." I say to myself before heaving myself out of bed, expecting to be in serious pain. But I didn't feel anything. He didn't fuck me while I was unconscious? Maybe he likes the person awake and screaming.
I try to brush the thought aside while I spend the next five minutes trying to put on my jeans. Yea, FIVE minutes. All slaves wear tight clothing, if any. All monsters seem to enjoy it.
I wander down the hall, stopping first at the infirmary to make sure Mariah is alright. She's still unconscious, but looking better. Just as I turn to leave, I run into someone.
Vampires are usually a foot taller than most humans, so that's the main way you can tell the difference. The girl is 5'6, with bright red hair a brown eyes. She's wearing shorts and a tank top, which is a lot of clothing for slaves. Her skin is very pale, but looks good on her. Oh, another thing. Vampires aren't pale like in the movies. There's all different skin tones, just like humans.
"Are you the king's new pet? He said I'd probably find you here." She asks, her voice kind.
"Uhh yea. Uh I don't know where I'm supposed to be or anything though. Do you know?"
"Yea, he told me to tell you to go eat breakfast, and then I'll show you your chores."
"Breakfast?" I ask. She laughs at my shocked reaction. Apparently she doesn't realize other slaves rarely eat, and usually only eat scraps of food and rotten left overs. She must be one of the lucky ones.
"Yes silly! C'mon, follow me." She laughs, before turning around and running down the stairs. I follow her, and by the time were downstairs I'm out of breath.
In the kitchen there's a vampire making pancakes. She's clearly a vampire, since she's at least 6'5, so I stay where I am.
"I didn't get your name." The red head asks.
"Alex." I mumble, only loud enough for her to hear.
"I'm Sloan. C'mon, aren't you hungry?" She asks. I nod, but don't plan on eating the food.
The vampire puts a plate of pancakes in front of me, sighing in annoyance when I didn't thank her.
"I forgot something I was supposed to have upstairs, may I go get it?" I ask Sloan. She nods.
I grab a few pancakes in paper towel with a glass of orange juice when no one Is looking and head to the infirmary. I leave the food next to Mariah, and also write her a quick message.
"Vampires, yet again. Stay in here as long as you can. The king is decent enough for a vampire but I don't know who your serving. We apparently get fed, so that's a plus. I love you.
-xoxo Alex"
I run back downstairs to find that Sloan already ate her food.
"Ready?" She asks. I nod and follow her.
Notes
I'm updating a day early because tomorrow I leave and fly to Vegas to see PTV and SWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm glad to know this story's gonna go on :) I know authors have their own busy lives as well so, thank you!
5/21/15