Mortal Pet, Immortal Master.

Aaron’s P.O.V:

She was out cold. I found her after Derrick fled. He was so pathetic it was hardly a battle, just a nuisance. I had tried waking her up but she wouldn’t, I even put ice down her top, but she didn’t even stir.

Well that was a lie… she has been tossing and turning, screaming out names, mostly mine, and then sweating like crazy. I wondered if I had scared her enough to do that.

Father was NOT pleased with me. He said the way I acted was reserved for dogs, not fine young men who are in line to get the throne. He thinks that being able to look after one human girl, I might become more responsible. Like that would ever happen.

When she woke up she would have some serious explaining to do. And I was not in a kind mood right now. The fight had since left me in an angry mood, and the person who I would normally take it out on was unconscious. Stupid, pathetic, no good, weak human.

But then an idea struck me. She would be so embarrassed and my farther would not be please – hopefully then he would take her away.

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Her P.O.V:

I woke up to laughter coming from below me. Boisterous voices all below me. I wondered where I was. My eyes where still closed, but I didn’t want to see if it meat that I would see his face. I had dreamt that he was killing me and his face was still that animalistic mask it was the other day.

“Bit scrawny,” someone said.

“Yes, too skinny for my tastes.” Another person added.

“Why is it up there in the first place? It’s smell is driving me nuts.” Another voice said – they where all male – and I didn’t like what they where talking about. Was it me?

“I’ll tell you why.” Drawled a voice that sent a shiver of fear down my spine – Aaron, my master. “She was boring me, just sleeping there. So I decided that it would be fun to see her reaction when she wakes up to see this.” He finished.

My stomach turned, I had to see. I slowly opened one eye, I could see the ceiling, closer then what it usually is, and bars of some sort. This confused my so I opened the other eye. I was in a cage, high above the air.

I looked down at myself and realized that I was naked! I snapped up, into a sitting position, my spectators laughing. I could feel the tears of humiliation and fear welling up in my eyes. My cheeks where obviously a burning red. My master just smirked when he saw that I was up, watching his guests with mild amusement.

“Now, now, little one, don’t cry, if it makes you feel better there is nothing much to see anyway.” He sneered, sending his guests into raucous laughter. I felt the tears brim over; I wiped them off my face and looked down. I shook my head trying to get my hair to cover my body.

This made them laugh even more.

My hair was a brown sort of colour, from the dirt and grime; I had not seen it washed, so I had no idea what actual colour it was. Though, I always thought that it might be a blonde colour as my skin is very fair underneath all the grime.

While I sat there listening to there laughter I thought. I know that I am ugly, I know that I am just a stupid human, I know that this is there right to treat me like this… so I shouldn’t take it to hard. But maybe I was wrong I mean, I said that I knew I was ugly but what if I am hideous, grotesque even. No one ever wanted to look at me and it hadn’t occurred to me as to why until now; I was stupid, disgusting and worthless.

I heard a door slam and a growl fill the room. I backed away into the corner of my cage. This person must have been very important as the laughter cut off very quickly.

“WHAT IS SHE DOING UP THERE?! AND WHY IS SHE NAKED? IF I DO NOT GET AN ANSWER IN 3 SECONDS, SO HELP ME, I WILL STRANGLE YOU.” That person roared.
I whimpered, prepared for them to take their anger out on me.

“Relax, Father. We where just having a little fun. I’ll take her down now. Sheesh.” My master said.

I could feel the cage being lowered and I heard the click of the lock. I was no longer trapped, but I didn’t get out afraid that someone would hurt me. I stayed huddled in the corner.

Aaron’s P.O.V:

She wouldn’t get out of the cage. Disobedient little wench, why I should just leave her there, but then my father would probably chuck a tantrum. I noticed that she was shivering, was she cold? No, it is quiet hot in this room – it must be fear.

I sighed, and reached out to her, grabbing her by the shoulders. She flinched, her head stayed down but I could see her tears. Stupid girl, humans are just pathetic.

“Son, give her your shirt.” My father ordered me. I gave him a disgusted glance, but did so anyway. I grabbed her arms and yanked them over her head, pulling the shirt down as well.

“Th-th-thank you-ou.” She whispered. Her dirty hair covering her face. I was disgusted, she was probably carrying all sorts of germs – not that vampires could get sick – and my father wanted me to befriend the little vermin. Never.

I picked her up under her arms and handed her to my father. He took her off of my hands. My father proceeded to carry her up to my room. She was shaking and whimpering all the way. Stupid human.

When we got to my room my father set her on the bed then walked over to me. “Son, I do not want you to leave this room until she is no longer afraid of you. Got that?” He hissed, using his business tone.

“Yes,” I sighed, there was no getting out of this. My father then gave me a glare while walking out the room.

I walked up to her shivering form and sighed. Humans were so weak compared to vampires; humans couldn’t even hurt a vampire, even a starved, half dead one. And this human, well she was weak, weaker then any other human I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
It was pitiful really. I looked down at her. She was still shivering; I expect that I have scared her for the rest of her miserable life.

“What’s your name girl?” I barked. She looked up at me, tears of fright in her green eyes. They spilled over and she looked down again. I growled and watched her flinch away in pleasure – it was never okay for a slave to not answer her master.

I came right up to her, sitting on the bed near her. I noticed the difference in our sizes – she was around 5”3’ and I was 6”2’, she was to skinny to be healthy and I was the perfect weight.

“Answer me, girl. Or else I will have no choice but to punish you.” I hissed menacingly. It worked.

“I-I’m s-s-sorry, Master. I-I do n-not have a-a na-a-me.” She said, through sobs. She was terrified of my proximity, but would not move away in fear that I would punish her.
Wait! WHAT? No name? She must be joking.

“Tell me the truth. I have no patience for liars.” I growled. She flinched again, her body instinctively trying to get away.

“M-master, I-I’m not ly-lying.” She whispered, but I did not believe her. How could she not have a name, did her parents not love her?

“Why, that’s just about the STUPIDEST thing I’ve ever heard in my LIFE.” I roared at her. She began to shake even more ferociously. “Did your parents NOT LOVE YOU, or where you too STUPID to REMEMBER?” I yelled.

She was sobbing once again. “I-I never kn-knew my pa-parents. I-I-I wa-as taken at b-b-birth.” She whimpered, shrinking down onto the mattress, trying to hide.

I was so furious that I slapped her, hard. She went flying of the bed and into a wall, I smirked. “Do not EVER lie to me again.” I growled, laying down on the bed.

All night I could hear her sobs, and all night I growled at her to shut up. In the morning I heard my father coming up the stairs to my room. Shit. What was I going to do with her? She was still sobbing.

“Son, I can hear her and if I come home after my business trip and she is still like that then I will personally make sure you do not get the throne.” My father said, standing outside the door still. I glared at her; it was all her fault – if only she told me the truth straight up then none of us would be in this mess.

I got up and went out the door to talk to my father. “It’s not my fault that she is blubbering in there. She should have just told me her name.” I said to my father.

“She was not lying, my son, she doesn’t have a have a name. Make her happy and let her pick a name, make a big deal out of it. Use words like ‘sweetheart’, ‘darling’, ‘my dear’, ‘little one’; anything to make her feel at home. Got it?” I nodded, surprised that she truly didn’t have a name.