Kit & Jett

Such a beautiful day. The right shade of blue. The right shape for fluffy clouds that one can sway at as if they were passing by. And the temperature was the perfect warmth to lay on my favorite spot outside: the smooth rock that sat in the garden. There was nothing like soaking in the sun's rays. Well, if you didn't count those exquisite, tasty salmon rolls. 

Too bad for me. Glaring at the red-haired person glancing around his surroundings, I took the chance to clean my nails. 

Babysitting an adult was never on my To-do list. It's ironic. Being tasked to watch over a bratty vampire pup, who's more trouble than he's worth. 

Look at him. Thinking he can get past me with obvious tricks.

A boy, with hair the color of a rudy, slid down the tree trunk, looking around. Again he glanced around his surroundings, searching for wandering eyes. He even scanned the tree limbs as if looking for something, waiting to jump out at him. He didn't see anyone o'course. Nor heard. 

It didn't matter that he cloaked himself in magic in an attempt to mask his presence. Jett Naxfield, my unwanted charge, was a waste of time. An arrogant toy who didn't know when play time was over. 

Sitting my paw back onto the tree limb, where I sat, I watched him take three steps from the tree. 

Why in all of death valley was I tasked with making him a master? 

Serving my former master had been enjoyable. Happiness at it's  finest. But after she tasked me with watching over her young, my life had been filled with one annoyance after the other. 

From keeping the little brat from falling to his death from the top of the staircase to preventing him from endangering his life by picking unnecessary brawls. Jett became my own personal bug.

What's more troublesome is the fact that he's supposed to be my master. 

The idiot made a face at a couple of passing guards. A face that made him look more immature than he already was. They couldn't see the young master because of the magical spell he casted. But still, it irked me how he used his magic recklessly and carefree like that. 

Oh, Mellie, your son is a pesky flea in my coat.

Standing up and arching, I prepared myself. Popping his bubble of security was getting to be tiresome. Tiresome in the way  one became tired of tasting a specific taste. Jett could very well become a successful welder like his mother. He had the brains for it, but he rather be a slacker with no direction. 

Even so, as the future Duke of Crimsox, he will learn to hold himself in high regard of his title and name. 

The Crimsox family were regarded as one of the ruling strongholds under the vampire empire. Although Millie married into this family, I did get used to certain treatments under the  Crimsox care. Such as having warm milk every once in a while. Or even having the best cuts of meat every meal time. Or the much deserved pets from the pretty female occupants of the household. 

Being formally requested by my former master's mate to see that Jett completed his given tasks, hunting down my flea is a never-ending cycle. One that I enjoy more than I care to admit out loud.

Ah, a good stretch keeps the body limber. Leaping from the tree to the ground, I trailed my charge. He never had been good at hiding his magic mark. One would think a vampire hybrid would excel at concealment. Jett was one of the worst. A familiar shouldn't be able to find his master by his magical signature. Let alone be stronger than said master. 

Jett stepped lightly. He avoided stepping on the fallen leaves. Even avoided kicking the smallest pebble. 

Ooo watch out for the smallest of noises is one way to go.

As he reached the intricate gate, he paused. The Crimsox crest looked to be woven within the bars of the gate. The crest itself was made up of some abstract design that centered around stemless rose, who petals were spreaded. As he ready himself to go through the gate, I sat down. When my tail hit the cement ground of the pathway, I closed my eyes.

The string of curses that followed let me know that I had once again foiled my charge’s plans to escape. When I open my eyes, my charge is ensnared in throny, white roots from the shoulders down.

“You pooplicker, black turd, I will tie you up by your legs next time I get my hands-”

“Are you talking to me, Play Toy?” After walking up to the pitiful thing, I placed a furry paw against his forehead. “Because I'm in a bad mood as it is.”

He visibly swallowed when I held my claws in front of his face. This person cared too much about his looks than his duties and training. 

“Alright, alright, Kit! I get it.” Jett struggled to scoot his bound body away from my outstretched paw. “Leave the face and hair alone!”

“You will stop this game and return to the task at hand.” I lowered my paw to the ground. Narrowing my eyes at him for good measures. “You have letters to answer, and you will see to the development of the south wing. Then there's your meeting with Baron Kanye of the Rainton this afternoon.” 

“Aw come on!” Jett struggled to free himself. “I just need a little break. You can give me a little time to myself.”

“You have enough free time after you completed your tasks as the future Duke.” When I rose to my feet, my bounded charge rose from the ground. “You're exhausting. How are you ever going to ascend the dukedom? And let's not forget your magic skills.”

“I don't want the dukedom,” he yelled while wriggling. “And what kind of cat doesn't enjoy doing nothing while their master isn't ordering him around?”

“And there lies your problem.” I looked over my shoulder and up at him. “I shouldn't be able to tie you up like so.”

“Come on, you know that's bull.” 

I did. But what's more of a greater motivator than insulting your trainee?

“Just let me have today off. I promise to do all that stuff later, Kit,” he begged when I continued our walk back toward the house.

This is why I prefer females. With a swish of my tail, his mouth was sealed shut. “No means no.”

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