Here We Go Again!
I breathed through the pain, cradling Aric's head like a baby while he drank.
I could have let him call a servant, but for some reason I couldn't explain to myself, I wanted it to be me he fed from.
After all the work and care he'd taken to help me with the splinters, letting him drink from me was the least I could do. I had never heard of a master doing half as much for a pet.
I felt his arms pull me closer, his hands moving up and down my back.
I felt myself be lifted from the ground, the nails of his fingers digging into my back.
Finally, he withdraw his teeth from my skin before he licked the wound to close it.
Resting my head on his shoulder, I felt his fingers stop digging into my back before they started tracing small circles across the flesh.
"Can you stand on your own?" Aric asked, rousing me out of my lightheaded stooped.
"I think so," I breathed, lifting my head to look at him.
"Are you better?" I asked, looking into his dark eyes.
"Yes," he said, brushing hair out of my face. "Thank you."
Slowly he let me go making sure that I could stand on my own.
As our bodies separated, I suddenly remembered that I was topless.
Stepping away, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself, my face blushing deep red.
"Let's get you a new shirt," Aric said, seeing my embarrassment.
Taking my hand, he led me back into his bedroom and, opening one of the drawers in my dresser, pulled out a soft looking sweatshirt.
"Put this on," he said, handing it to me, "then, I want you to write that letter to you mother while I arrange for a new door."
"Thank you," I breathed, accepting the top.
"There's paper and pens in that little desk over there," he said, turning his back so I could get dressed without his eyes on me.
With only the slightest discomfort I was able to get the sweatshirt on, grateful of his choice. The inside of the fabric was soft and downy, it felt like wrapping myself in the arms of the biggest teddy bear on earth.
"I'm done," I said, reaching up to touch his shoulder.
"Good," Aric replied, turning to look down at me, "I'll leave you to your letter for a while."
Without a backwards glance I watched him leave the room, wishing we'd at least talked about what had happened.
Instead, I shrugged my shoulders and walked over to the desk wondering what I was going to tell, and not tell my mom.
I wanted you to know that I am alive, I survived the hunt...
Lifting my pen, I chewed on the end trying to think of what else to say.
I was a pet, something I'd grown up believing that was a life full of punishment and death. Instead I'd found so much more. When Aric wasn't angry, he was a really decent man.
He treated me well, dressed and fed me better than I'd ever known in my life, and even took care of my injuries himself instead of sending me to the vet.
...I survived the hunt, but I am now the pet of Lord Aric.
Please do not be alarmed. He has taken very good care of me, he even gave me permission to write to you.
I do not know if we will ever be able to see each other again, so I wanted to tell you that I love you. I don't think I would have survived any of this if it hadn't been for you and dad.
I know his ideas were radical, and dangerous, but everything he taught me helped me survive.
Pausing, I wiped the tears from my eyes, imagining my mom getting my letter, of how happy she'd be to know I was alive, but also how sad she'd be to know that I was a vampires pet.
I will write again soon if Lord Aric allows me to.
I love you,