The pain I felt in my body by the endless kneeling I had to do that evening was almost worse than being pushed down the stairs. My half-sisters, Clair and Clara (how horrible to name your children with such similarity), weren’t too thrilled when I entered the Irving household.
They were twins and one unit against the world, so to share the house with someone else was something hard to register for them. This resulted in bullying me whenever the chance arose. I often didn’t mind them as I hid away in the attic, but one time, when I was mere months away from my mother and present in that cold home (and didn’t know of the dangers the two demons caused), they decided to try to get rid of me by pushing me down the stairs.
I fell rather unfortunately leaving me with a concussion, a broken leg, and several bruises. I felt sore for weeks, but that was nothing compared to how my knees felt as I heard Moira keep asking questions about how idiotic and pathetic my father was.
All of a sudden, everyone was silenced by a displeased groan that escaped from Dimitri. He pressed on some button on the standing table next to his armchair. The maid who helped me before appeared in just a few minutes and asked, “Yes, my lord?”
“Bring it to the others. I am getting a headache of it’s fidgeting.”
At first I didn’t understand who he was talking about but when she beckoned me to come with her, I perfectly understood. I was the object, I was ‘it’.
“Lord Dimitri, aren’t you being to harsh? It’s only her first day, like we said they are just cute. Trying hard to be good, but failing as they try. You should enjoy these days, until they turn rebellious,” Moira spoke up, pouting slightly now her source of entertainment was gone because let’s be honest she was the one entertaining the group. Therefore I was the only thing to entertain her as the others were merely responding to her talking.
“Is she your pet, Moira?” Dimitri asked darkly, his eyes brightening more in a threating way.
Moira kept quiet and looked away which I interpreted as submission.
I tried to stand up with much grace as possible, to make the wobbling and lingering as little as I could muster.
Still it was funny enough for Moira and Sasha to chuckle and frustrating enough for Dimitri to yell at me to go at once, making me startle. It almost caused me to fall down.
The maid dragged me again through the manor, through hallways that were still foreign to me. Just before she opened another door she spoke in a kind voice, probably noticing the discomfort I was in, “You can relax here, the people on the other side of this door are pets as well. They might clear some things up for you about your new lifestyle. But don’t give away too much of yourself.”
“Why?”
“You never know how loyal they are to their masters and mistresses, open your heart once and your master will know your weaknesses and use it against you.”
I nodded my head, trying to suppress another yawn.
“Don’t worry, you will go to bed soon. It will be hard to acclimate to the new rhythm.”
I tilted my head in question again. “What do you mean by that?”
“You and your questions,” The maid chided. “You have to be careful with that habit of yours,” Her tone curd again. It baffled me how quickly her attitude could change. “I think by now you know they are vampires and they don’t live during the day, but during the night. The sun is not too kind to their skin. Now come along. I have work to do.”
Without another word nor warning she pushed me inside and closed the door behind me. A strong sweet aroma hit me, dominated by vanilla. My eyes had to adjust to the lighting, it was much darker here. Candles were seen all around the room, in the middle a round bed where three people lay, their bodies intertwined with one another.
When my eyes finally adjusted, I saw two women and a man, all looking incredibly handsome and beautiful. If it wasn’t for my soreness, my body would for sure have had some kind of a reaction to it.
The scene in front of me looked intimate, quite erotic even. The woman on the right caressed with her hand on the other’s woman thigh, sitting in between them and said woman was kissing with the man.
The bright red color of the lavish curtains, the carpet and bed sheets gave the room a redish hew, which made the scene happening in front of me even more sensual.
It was the gasp that escaped from me when the woman on the left drew her hand lower between the legs of the middle woman that made them look at me. The kiss was broken up and the man wended his head to me. “My, my, who do we have here?”
When I didn’t move, still stunned by what I saw someone else spoke up. “Well don’t just stand there, come here darling,” The woman on the left urged me.
Slowly and reluctantly I made my way to the bed. The three of them untangled themselves, making room for me.
“I see your knees have suffered greatly, did your master make you kneel?” The woman in the middle asked me with a soft voice. I looked down at my knees and saw they were painted with the colors red, blue and purple.
She held out her hand for me to take and guided me gently on the bed. “Lay down, we will make you feel better,” She winked and giggled.
“Tell me, what’s your name?” One of the women asked.“I-It’s Ravenna.”“And whose pet are you, Ravenna?” The other one asked.“Dimitri’s,” I said without hesitation, intimidated by them and not daring to lie. But once his name left my lips, it felt like a mistake. Something the maid warned me about.The woman with her soft voice gasped as she put her hand over her mouth. “You never call your master by just his name. Never.”“Don’t be dramatic, Ivy,” The other woman chided. She then turned to me, “It’s not wise to call your master by just their name, these walls have ears and one of the gravest rules to break is to call them by just their name.”She put a strand of hair behind my ear. “You look exhausted, lay down with us.”I couldn’t ignore or decline as she pulled me by my arm and lay my head in her lap, softly caressing my hair and cheeks.Never was I a person who enjoyed physical contact, not even from my biological mother. We hugged at times, but she always respected my need for s
Pain. Pain was all I felt.I couldn’t even feel the steel grip of Darius on my body to keep me from struggling against Dimitri. I had no idea where I got the energy or strength to fight against them, but I bet it was the primal instinct deep down in me that fought to get away from the source that gave me such intense pain.It was seething hot, as if hot lava was poured down my body. My whole body burned from the inside out. I was screaming, begging, and crying for them to stop.Then, finally, Darius loosened his grip and Dimitri retrieved his fangs from my neck, licking his lips while doing so.My legs couldn’t carry the weight of my limp body and I fell onto my knees. Tears kept pouring from my eyes as I just sat there, a blubbering mess.“What did you do to me?” I asked when I finally found the strength to speak.Dimitri took a swig of his drink before answering, “I marked you as my property.” His tone was cool, not being swayed by my distress.“Property?” I asked in disbelief.“The
Two maids were busy cleaning up after the scene in the throne room while Dimitri and Darius were standing near the window whispering among themselves.My eyes couldn’t leave the body, or the spot where it once was. I’d never seen a dead body, let alone witnessed someone being killed. The most terrifying part was that it didn’t seem to bother Dimitri nor Darius. They acted like they did before, not as if a life was just taken.I started wondering who these people really are and what it meant to live under the roof of someone who is both a vampire and a mafia lord. A vampire was monstrous enough to warn anyone of any danger, a mafia don too, but put the two together and you got someone lethal.I surely didn’t think this through. The pain in my neck was the prime example of that. When I made the agreement I just thought I had to either do chores – which I was used to do – or had to look pretty and stay at his side from time to time. I didn’t expect this.The hate I felt for my father was
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I just stood there gawking at the scene in front of me. “Tell me human, what’s your name?” Dimitri asked in a low tone.My father struggled as he spoke, “C-Colin I-I-Irving”Dimitri furrowed his eyebrows, “Don’t tell me you are the son of David Irving.” My father frantically nodded his head, hoping a positive answer might be an escape out of Dimitri’s grip, only it wasn’t. If anything, it seemed Dimitri tightened his grip even further.“You really are some low-life, aren’t you Colin?”My father ignored him as he was clawing at the Lord’s hands. His face had now a bright red color, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. I didn’t feel much empathy, watching how my father struggled to live, gasping for air. This was his own fault.“Answer me! Aren’t you Colin?”He finally chocked out after a couple of seconds, “Y-Yes, m-my lord. I-I am a l-l-low life.”This seemed to please Dimitri enough to let my father go, not so gently, however. My father fell down, and hard. The smack of his fall ec
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