Vampire's Pet

Khloe’s POV:

I leaned forward, trying to ease off the stinging pain on my back, but to no prevail.

Whipped, I had been whipped last night. For what, I don’t know, but I never wanted to experience that again.

My own dried tears still stuck to my face.

Ever since last night, the Pet Master had tightened my collar, enough that it made breathing a challenge. I couldn’t breathe quietly even If I wanted too.

I didn’t know what I did to deserve it. I’ve always tried to do what I was told.

When it came to the things that I could control, that is.

The rest of the pets and I flinched as the lights in the shop suddenly turned on, and the loud boom of the Pet Master entering from his designated door.

Opening time.

The rest of the girls scooted back in their cage as the Pet master walked by, some whimpering. I just sat there, not wanting the pain to return.

My eyes only met with his for a brief second, before I looked away in sheer fear.

The day went on as normal, vampires coming and going as they pleased. Some left with pets, while others left with supplies.

I tried to make myself look smaller than usual today, letting my red, unbrushed hair hang in front of my eyes as I stared at the bottom of my cage, not even daring to look at the vampires that were looking at me.

The bell rang as yet another vampire entered into the shop, and for some reason, I decided to see what had just walked in.

He was tall. He ran his hand through his pompadour-styled, black hair and his piercing emerald green eyes scanned the shop. He had a sharp jawline that nicely framed his face.

Yet another vampire that could easily show up any human man.

“What can I interest you in today?” the slave master spoke to him with his usual lines.

I returned my eyes back to the bottom of my cage, still listening to their conversation.

It was pretty much the only entertainment I had.

“I’m in need of pet.” The man said.

His voice was low.

“Well sir, I can assure you that we have the finest that this city has to offer. Follow me if you would.” The slave master offered.

Their footsteps steadily got louder as they inched towards us pets.

“Anything particular that you’re looking for?” the Slave Master asked.

I shifted my eyes up just enough to see the Vampire lazily scanning over every cage.

“Not really.”

I immediately looked back down as our eyes met, a sense of nervousness suddenly crashing over me.

His footsteps drew closer to me, making my stomach turn.

I didn’t want to be bought.

I didn’t want to be treated like a dog, only to be treated like a snack once he got tired of me.

He bent down, meeting my gaze once more. His eyes squinted as he looked over my body.

I immediately squirmed to the back of the cage, letting out an exasperated whine as the pain shot throughout my body.

The man's eyes widened ever so slightly.

“What happened to her?” He questioned.

The Pet Master laughed.

“Ah, her. That one tends to be a bit of a crybaby when it comes to most things.” He mocked.

Well, I guess that's one way to put it.

The man stood back up, my gaze following.

“So, whats with the lash marks?” he asked.

“She wouldn’t stop crying and it was starting to get annoying, so I gave her something to cry about instead.” the Pet Master responded, looking very pleased with himself, “It was quite entertaining really.”

The mans eyes furrowed, but only for a second.

“Age?” He asked.

My eyes widened.

He was actually considering buying me.

“Seventeen.”

“Who was her breeder?” He asked.

Breeders. The vampires who took in the slaves and pets that can’t perform their duty. The ones that force them to conceive a few children before taking the child and killing the parents for their blood. The whole process made me want to curl up and cry.

The Pet Master shook his head.

“She doesn’t have one. She’s a rogue.”

I was free.

“I found her and her family roaming the outskirts of the city five years ago so, I captured her myself.” He finished.

He left out the part where he brutally murdered my family and left their bodies to the wolves and vultures.

I quickly blinked away the sudden tears and shook the memories from my head, not wanting to get whipped again.

The man was silent, apparently thinking over what he was just told.

Rogues were a rare case. They were always said to be rebellious and in some cases, dangerous. Apparently I’m a great exception, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Blood type?” He asked.

My eyes went wide again.

Why the heck does he still want me?

“B-negative.”

A rarity among blood, so I’ve been told.

“And, lucky for her, she’s never been bitten.” he finished, crossing his arms.

Pet Masters weren’t allowed to drink from what they had in the shop. It was considered unfair to the rest of their race.

Thats pretty much the only Vampiric law that I agreed with.

The mans eyes widened.

He bent back down, his eyes meeting with mine.

Its like those eyes were staring through my soul. I felt so exposed.

“Why hasn’t anyone bought her yet?” He asked.

The Pet Master leaned against the wall, since he’s told this so many times.

“Anxiety.”

“Anxiety?” The man looked at the Pet Master.

He nodded.

“Yep. She hasn’t been bought because people don’t want to deal with it. She’s had it ever since I can remember.”

I tossed my head to the side.

He acts like its not his fault.

“She has these wicked nightmares pretty much every night. Its kind of hilarious once you get used to it. She even is known to start screaming or crying in the middle of her dreams.” He finished, laughing silently to himself.

The man shifted his gaze back to me.

“Ill take her.” He said.

I’m pretty sure my heart just stopped, but at the same time, it started racing.

Why did he want me?

I DONT WANT TO BE WANTED!

My breathes began to speed up as well, the tight collar making it sound like I was gasping for air.

“Wait, really?” The Pet Master questioned, “Why?”

The man paused for a second before he stood back up, flashing his fangs with a smirk.

“I like a pet that knows how to scream.”

I think I’m about to throw up.

“Fair enough.” The Pet Master said, grabbing an old leash out of the many that were hanging near the cages.

I pushed myself impossibly further against the back of the cage, working through the stinking pain as he began to unlock my cage.

No. This couldnt be real!

I turned my head away as his hand approached me, hoping that this was just another sick nightmare.

As soon as he had attached the leash, he practically yanked me out, causing me to become a gasping, shaking mess on the floor, trying desperately to get a decent breath through this forsaken collar. Every move caused pain to ring from my back.

“Dammit get up!” He yelled.

A choked gasp ripped from my throat as he pulled upwards on the leash, not even giving me time to obey his order.

I instinctively grabbed and pulled on the leash, trying to make it so I wasn’t completely choking.

Bad move.

The Pet Master hated it when I tried to do something against him.

“You little...” He mumbled, raising his foot.

I tucked my head down, ready to brace for impact.

What I wasn’t expecting was for the man to take casual a step inbetween us before the Pet Master could kick me.

“I perfer my things to be intact.” He said plainly, extending his hand towards him.

Both me and the Pet Master stared at him.

The Pet Master sighed, regaining his business composure. His eyes quickly glanced to the sides, making sure that no one else saw what he did.

“Right, sorry sir.” He said, placing my leash in the man’s hand, “Please come with me to the front.”

With that, the Pet Master turned on his heals.

I stayed there on the floor, trying to process everything.

The world was moving too fast.

I looked up and shrunk back as I was met with thoes piercing eyes.

He gestured with his head in a ‘let’s go’ kind of way and lightly tugged on my leash.

I stood up as quickly as I could, not wanting to be choked if he decided to pull harder next time.

My legs began to shake as i stood, both from the pain and because of the fact that I hadn’t actually used my legs in a while.

The man waited until I was steady, noticing my struggle before he started walking.

This vampire was wierd. The Pet Master would have just started dragging me if I took that long.

It made me uncomfortable.

I made my best effort to keep a good amount of distance between us. Enough that the leash had some slack in it, and that there was no question on whether I was walking behind him.

I almost ran into him, not realising that he stopped.

“Do you need anything else today?” The Pet Master said as he gestured to the assortments of collars, leashes, whips, muzzles and countless other things that I didn’t want to know the uses of.

The man looked down at me before looking at the selection.

I avoided eye contact at all costs.

“Yea, I’ll take those.” He said, pointing at something that I couldn’t see.

“Excellent choice.” The Pet Master said, retrieving whatever the man asked for.

The uncertainty made me shift uncomfortably.

“Are you sure that you don’t need any whips? You might need it with that one.” He said, pointing to me.

The man shook his head, making my nerves calm down ever so slightly.

“Nah. I already have one.” The man said.

Nevermind.