“You have a clingy little one don't you Fang” the stranger spoke as if the Master and he were old friends. The stranger's hand reached out towards my head and I bite it moving further back hissing at him. He quickly pulled his hand away as Master Fang shot me a look of disappointment but right now I didn't care I was not being handled like an animal by any more bloodsuckers than I have to. They are the animals!

“Little witch, someone hasn't trained you well!” the stranger snarled at me. “ Go take a bake in the sun” I taunted at the man in return as my lead was jerked back warning me to shut up. “Disrespectful as well as disobedient I see” he spat at me. “I am giving you the respect you bat cowards deserve. None or are you also too brainless to figure that out by now “ I barked back and that did it. Miss Satania grabbed my throat brutally shutting me up. “Driver, stop the carriage right now!” Master Fang demanded.

A moment later the carriage stop and I backed up from him ignoring the chuckles from Miss Satania. Miss Satania released my neck as I dropped onto my knees breathing heavily as I caught my breath. “Stupid vamp” I muttered under my breathe and looked up to see Master Fang standing out of the carriage already. He was tapping his foot impatiently on a dirt road waiting on me to get out. I just looked away at the carriage door.

“Erica, don't make me have to raise my voice” he calmly said emotionless. I couldn't risk any more anger building knowing have to still cope with the bloodsuckers on a carriage ride home. “I am sorry Master Fang, please don't” I whined instantly climbing out the carriage.

Slave For The Birth Family

The fell taking its light from the world as night began bleeding through the sky as the stars became the new source of light. This was the same as any night I was seen but the air seemed bitter for the fact was I was finally pushed the Rootlies too far. I had now paid the price of having them on my skin. Anytime my hands run across my back the Rootlies will be a presence in the room. I heard Fang start to stir and let out a low growl. 


I stood up and out of the habit began to head towards what would have been the storage of Master Fang's morning blood wine. The quicker he was awake quicker we could go from this place. I had never been out of the Master's home and I just hoped the others were doing their best. That way they would be out of the firing line of everyone's sharp tongues and be a target of the bloodsuckers' entertainment. I studded to the ground as I tripped over the corner of an armchair. 


My stinging thumb woke a stale unwelcome voice. "Well, Look what we have here" Luke chirped at me as he got up from the armchair that had been placed so ignorantly in my way making a point to step over my clasped body. I heard the tap on a strong oak wood side table from beside where he had placed his book down he was reading. This is just what I needed today. I feel a sea of vile words beginning to form in my mouth. I got off the floor calmly as I tried to build myself a mental blockade from them leaving my lips. His eyes met mine and as I look into the grey mist of his iris my hands clutched as I held them down. I couldn't let myself act. 


"I was looking for the blood storage so I could quicken mine and Masters leave" my voice came out in a tone of flatness as I explain my presence in his room. "Is my company not pleasing slave?" he asked with hints of irritation slipping through his tone. "Well as you are asking. No, it is sickening" I simply replied with honesty as I stood my ground. A swift change in the air of the room greeted me as a sharp sting hit my cheek from his palm and nails. I allowed myself to fall back into the ground. This was meant with a grin of victory. "You gain scars so easy human. Weak creatures you lot are" he taunts pulling me up by the arm as he stared at my shoulder. Once he let go and began to walk away. I gave a huff of relief. Our encounter was over and hopefully for good. 


My hand flung up out of nowhere. It was as if an outside source took over me. "Seems your good at catching at least. Now get out of my sight". I turned my glance to see what he meant. There was now a bottle of blood gripped in my hand by the neck. I gladly turned to leave when the disgusting rat threw me a final taunt. "Glad to see he finally started beating you in to your place" he called while I slammed the door behind me. I looked up as I felt dust tinkling onto my back. There were some cracks in the ceiling from the corners of the door. I shrugged it off and walked back. I would soon be back to a well-maintained household. 


Arriving at the guest room I reached for the cold handle. I could hear things being thrown and knew I was in for a day of abuse. The Master clearly had woken in a bad mood. Somehow, I was sure it would be my fault so I took a deep breath before opening the door crouched to avoid a candlestick hitting me.


Strange Bruises