Blood Pet

Kidnapped by a psychotic vampire, 22-year-old Jessica Smith doesn't really think things could get any worse until she becomes a pawn in a vampire plot to take over the world.

As war breaks out between the vampires and humans resisting them and the world begins to quickly fall to the undead, Jessica finds herself warring with herself and questioning the true intentions of the vampire who took her in the first place.

With everyone she can't trust telling her things about him that make no sense and unable to trust his words either; she really has no idea who to believe in this dark world that she is now very much a part of. As time goes on, Jessica finds it harder to decide who to trust and who not to trust. But more important than that, she finds herself questioning her feelings towards the one person that she knows she shouldn't trust or love


8. Chapter Seven


Song Choice: Murder by Within Temptation

"I'm going to enjoy this immensely," he smirked as he took a menacing step towards me, "It will be nice to prove to you who is in control, once and for all."

"Well, you can try." I retorted, not backing away from him even if the look he was sending me was one to make me a bit uncomfortable.

"You are quite the conceited one, aren't you?"

"I'm not conceited if I'm right."

He just continued to smile at me, "Now, before we get started... there are some rules."

I snorted, "You don't strike me as the type of person who likes rules or even likes to abide by them."

He ignored me, "Actually there's only one and it's quite important. No fatally wounding on either side. Not that you could do such a thing, but it needs to be stated regardless," he smirked, "Now, if you would kindly meet me in the middle of the room so that we could get started," he nodded to the meeting place in question.

I followed his lead and made my way through the row of chairs to get to the center of the room. I should have known that my journey would not be without a problem. I felt a hand lightly brush near my ass; it wasn't a full grab, but I still didn't like it and I jerked around to glare at the man who dared to touch me there.

Derek was smirking at me as he continued to grope me.

"Don't touch me, you pervert!" I spat, shoving his hand away from my ass, "Only –" I paused when I realized what I was about to admit, "No one is allowed to touch me down there." I spat, "try to do it again and I will neuter you. That is, if a certain person even lets you live afterwards and I think we both know who that is." I threatened, not realizing what I had said or the implications of it until it was too late.


I heard Tristan chuckle from behind me and I turned to glare at him and he gave me a knowing look, "Interesting way to phrase that."

"It was just an accident!"

"Hm... sure it was" He smirked at me again.

"I'm going to enjoy finally being able to smack that smirk off that god-awful face of yours!"

"I would love to see you try, sweetheart." He continued to smirk at me as I stalked towards him. "And, do you really think my face is that bad looking?" he asked, "I think I'm pretty good looking."

"You might be attractive on the outside, but you are absolutely hideous on the inside." I glared at him as I continued walking towards him, deciding to just ignore Derek.

'I'm glad to know that you find me to be attractive."

I snorted, "Don't flatter yourself. It's only because you're a vampire that you look like that; you were probably just as hideous on the outside as you now are on the inside when you were a human."

He snorted at that, "Oh, believe me, I've always been this good looking."

I scoffed, "Whatever," I spat as I took the last few steps to stand directly in front of him; had we been the same height, we would have been nose to nose, but since he was several inches taller than me, I was more eye level with his mouth. A mouth that had just been on my –. I stopped that thought and wiped it from my mind before it could properly form, but I knew it had been there long enough for him to hear it because the knowing look on his face only grew and he chuckled slightly.

I gripped my hands into fists and he chuckled at that, the sound made a shiver run up and down my spine. I didn't remember any of his other actions having such an effect on me, but I still hated it.

"Shall we begin?" he asked, "I'm feeling generous so I will allow you one free shot at me."

"I know you think I'm nothing but a weak little human, but there's really something you should know..." I trailed off stepping away from him so I could see him better and I wasn't looking at his mouth, "I took a few self defense classes in college and I did very well and learned a lot."

"Is that so? Did any of these classes have a lesson about vampires? Hmm?" he asked, "Didn't think so..." he continued when I didn't reply, "I don't think any self defense classes would really help you in this situation, sweetheart. Now, are you going to take advantage of your free hit on me or not?" he asked.

I glared at him, taking a few minutes to figure out what way to best approach this. Our audience was rather quiet which was surprising; I was expecting rude and obnoxious comments from them.

"I told everyone that there would be dire consequences if anyone spoke and distracted either one of us. Though, I think you would be more likely to get distracted. You don't have the concentration that I do."

Conceited, much?

I chose to glare at him instead of replying. And, then I did what I had wanted to do since I had first met the jerk, I smacked that smirk right off his face.

While my hit wasn't hard enough to break skin or to make his head jerk to the side, his head did move a little and my hand print stayed for a few moments on his pale cheek before it faded away. I could have sworn that surprise flitted briefly over his features before he regained his I'm-better-than-you smirk again.

"Not expecting such a hard blow, were you?" I snorted, "I think you underestimated me." I smirked. "I'm not weak, by any means."

I knew from past experience that hitting him in the shoulders or stomach area would do no good since it was really like hitting a wall so I chose to focus my attention on his face since it seemed to be most vulnerable part of his body. Well, except for below the belt, but I decided to wait until I really needed to hurt him before I kicked him there.

During the mental sizing up I was doing of him, I attempted to hit him again, but he caught my arm by the wrist before I could move my hand remotely close to his face.

"You only get one free hit, sweetheart," he growled, smirking as he twisted my wrist painfully. It wasn't enough to break it, but I had a feeling that if he didn't stop, it would break under the pressure. He stopped twisting my wrist, but his grip on it didn't falter.

I grabbed hold of his gripping hand with my free one and attempted to jerk it away from the hand that was still in his clutches, but he just took that one with his free hand and pinned then both to my sides. "Is this all you got, sweetheart? I'll be honest; I'm a bit disappointed, I was so sure that you had more talent than just this. This is pretty pathetic."

I glared at him, arrogant little jerk.

"No, I have more up my sleeve." I spat, before I yanked downwards hard in hopes that I could loosen his grip to get at least one of my hands free. When that didn't work I jerked my hands and body as hard as I could in order to try to loosen his grip enough to yank my hands out of his tightening grip. All that did was jerk him slightly closer to my body. As if he wasn't close enough... now his body was practically flush against my own. And, I found myself staring at his mouth once again.

He smiled, "This is almost too easy." As he once again prevented me from getting my hands released from his own.

I only glared at him before I attempted to knee him in the groin since I thought I had a better chance at hurting him if I went that route instead of hitting his legs in general (I figured that kicking his legs would be like kicking a wall), but he moved out of the way so all I kneed was open air.

He chuckled at my reaction and the glare I sent him for his antics, but I didn't offer a verbal reply.

"If you're using your mind reading skills to figure out what my next move is, stop it!" I ordered through gritted teeth.

He shrugged, "Sorry, Jessica, but you didn't say anything about me not using them before we began."

"Cheater," I spat, "It's not my fault you didn't mention it and it's still not fair."

"Well, you didn't bring it up," he said, "And, weren't you ever told that life isn't always fair?"

"Only about a million times." I growled out, "That's why I hate it so much."

"Well, life truly isn't fair, sweetheart. Just look what's happened to you."

"I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. So it's all your fault." I accused in a slightly breathless voice since I was still exerting quite a bit of energy trying to get my hands out of his grip.

He shook his head, "No," he started, "You were the one that decided to come into my club that night."

"Yea, well... you're some kind of sick bastard who takes pleasure in murdering innocent people whose only mistake was deciding to check out a brand new club in a small country town in which anything new was a big deal."

He shrugged, "Me and my clan have to stay alive somehow."

"And this need for survival can't be met by simply taking enough to satisfy and not killing?"

"Of course, but where would be the fun in that?" he asked.

"You sick bastard." I spat, before I brought my leg up between his legs and kicked him where it hurt since that was all I could do in my position, I was too close to him so I couldn't attempt to kick his feet out from under him, but I really wanted to and would have had I gotten the chance. So, as it stood I had no choice but to attempt to kick him in the groin again; something I was only able to do since I had completely distracted him with the conversation long enough for him to let his guard down.

His grip on my wrists loosened enough for me to get free, but my freedom didn't last long since he recovered from my kick in just a few seconds, I must not have kicked him hard enough. Damnit.

He grabbed my upper arms and pulled me roughly up against his chest; I was so tightly up against him that my nose was practically crushed and I could barely breathe.

"If you permanently damage anything, I will be most displeased, Jessica." The threat was spoken in nothing more than a growl.

"Whatever. If you can read my mind then I'm not going to fight fair either." I said before I kicked my leg up in an attempt to kick him again, but his legs closed painfully around it and I nearly fell over from the sudden loss in balance. In fact, I probably would have fallen over if his hands weren't still gripping my upper arms in a painful grip.

He smirked at me before he released me from his hold and with my leg still caught between his; I couldn't straighten out enough to regain my balance. I could feel myself falling backwards as I attempted to prevent that by grabbing on to anything to keep me up, but everything was just out of reach, including the asshole himself. Though, I did get a few scratches in before I no longer could touch him and not two seconds later, my back made painful contact with the floor.

Before I could so much as sit up, he was on top of me, sitting right on my legs. A position that was a little painful because, well, he was heavy.

"Not this again." I growled, glaring annoyingly at him.

He just smiled down at me.

"And, if you're going to hit me in such a private place then I see no reason why I can't do the same."

I didn't like that evil gleam in his eyes. At all.

I squirmed underneath him, attempting to get some sort of leverage to get him off of me, but that ended up not working all that well and all I got for my efforts was an inch of skin on my stomach revealed due to my movements. That doesn't seem too bad until you realize that it made what he had planned to do next a whole lot easier. I only knew this because he told me so.

He pulled the shirt up a little farther before reaching underneath it and gripping my heaving breasts in a rough and tight grip. It was tight enough to make me wince in slight pain.

"From now on, every time you kick me in the groin, I will grab your breasts like this for an extended period of time, just so it'll teach you that you shouldn't do such things; it's not very nice."

"Oh, and groping me like you're doing is?" I asked, "You have a very twisted idea about what is and isn't nice."

"You are just learning this?'

"No, I've known from the beginning which wasn't too far away, by the way, I've just decided to voice that little thought right now."

"I'm getting quite tired of your smart ass remarks, Jessica."

"And, I'm tired of dealing with you in general," I said, "I can't help how rude I am, just like you can't control how much of an asshole you are. It's just the way it is. I would suggest that you just begin to accept how I act because I'm not changing. I've already accepted the fact that you will never be any nicer than you are right now."

His hands tightened, "On the contrary, Jessica... I can be very nice when I want to be. A side of me that you might see if you start cooperating."

I snorted, "Yea, right," I said, "Guys like you don't have a nice bone in their bodies. You thrive on controlling submissive females since you can't get a girl any other way than by brute force."

"I can assure you that I am very much capable of getting any woman I want. I'm just a bit pickier than most other men. I don't want anything but the very best."

I growled in reply as I attempted to buck him off of me again. Using both my legs and my arms, I managed to shove him far enough so I could get out of his grip.

"If that's your sick way of telling me that I'm special, I'm not buying it." I said, "What do you think I am? An idiot?" I asked as I shoved my shirt down and stood up quickly before he could get me in the same position again.

He got up slowly, "I wouldn't call you an idiot, per se, but you do quite a few idiotic things," he started, "but, I think I can help you see the errors of your ways."

"Oh, yea? And, how did you plan to go about doing that?"

He didn't answer which worried me since the look he was sending me was a bit creepy. The smirk he was usually wearing was accompanied by a gleam of something I couldn't quite place in his eyes. Even though I didn't recognize it, I knew it was not a look that I wanted to see at all.

He stalked towards me, that smirk still planted on his face, but I refused to be intimidated so I didn't back up even when he was once again only an inch in front of me.

He grasped my chin in a death grip and yanked it so I was forced to look him in the eyes. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to use this tactic, but I don't think you've given me much choice."

I didn't have much time to ask him what exactly he meant by that because I figured it out a few seconds later when his voice whispered clearly in my mind, "You don't want to fight me anymore, Jessica. Let's stop this nonsense and do something more important."

I smiled, realizing how much of a good idea that was. A couple seconds later though, the fog in my mind cleared and I realized what he was up to. I wasn't going to succumb to him.

"Did you forget that you can't control my mind?" I asked, "I didn't succumb to your wishes at your stupid club and I sure as hell am not going to now."

"Your mind is strong, but I'll be able to penetrate it eventually, Jessica, it's only a matter of time."

I snorted, "You can try."

"But, just because I can't make your succumb to my wishes mentally doesn't mean I can't make you do so physically."

I didn't have to wonder what he meant by that statement since he showed me what he meant before I could ask. This involved his hand, my face and a whole lot of pain.

I had been punched only a handful of times in my life, but never had it hurt so much. I barely had time to recover from that hit before he hit me square in the stomach so much so that the air was completely knocked out of me.

Once I regained my breathing again I managed to speak, "So, I guess when you were actually alive... you weren't taught not to hit a woman?" I asked as I tried to punch him in the face, but he dodged my blow and ended up grabbing it and using it to pull me hard up against him again.

"Of course, I was. But, sometimes I do have to make exceptions to that rule."

I jerked my hand out of his grip and managed to smack him again before he grabbed it again and pulled it upwards, farther than it should naturally be pulled. A loud "pop" accompanied by blinding pain made me realize what he had just done. He had yanked my shoulder completely out of its socket. But, he wasn't done yet; he yanked on that same wrist making me cry out at the sudden pain. He pulled me into his chest and yanked me around so my back was up against his chest with his free arm wrapped tightly around my body.

He stood there for a moment, obviously stopping to see what I would do.

"I thought you said no permanent damage?" I asked.

"Have you already forgotten, Jessica? My blood can heal any and all of your wounds. Anything I do to you won't be permanent since I can always fix it," his voice was a mere whisper and only inches away from my ear.

I tried my best to jerk away from him, but the pain from my shoulder and his tight grip prevented me from moving all that much. I attempted to kick back and kick him either in the legs or the groin area, but that proved just as futile since while I could kick his legs, the action didn't do much and he moved so his groin was out of my reach.

My next tactic was to try to flip him over or to flip myself over him, but with my broken shoulder that also didn't work. Plus, he probably had at least a hundred pounds on me.

"Are you done yet?" he asked, sounding rather bored.

I didn't reply to that, I just kept on trying to get away from him since I really wasn't ready to give up yet.

"You are quite the resilient one, aren't you?" he asked, "I must admire you, Jessica, you have got to be one of the most stubborn, hard-headed humans I have ever come across in my long life, but this fight really must be ending soon. I don't think you're going to be able to get out of my grip without causing yourself, or at least your shoulder, more pain."

I winced, the bastard was right; any jerking of my body was causing pain to shoot up from the dislocated joint. But, even with the pain, I continued to try.

"You know I'm right and yet you continue to fight?" he chuckled, "I guess you give me no choice then to take this to the next level."

I could hear the smirk in his voice.

I gulped slightly wondering what exactly he meant by that.

He gripped my hurt shoulder in a painful grip for a few seconds before he began tracing his hand lightly down my arm and I was immediately reminded of being at the club since the same thing happened there; though, last time I actually had something in my hand that he was trying to reach, this time I had nothing and I was worried as to what his intentions were since they weren't plainly obvious.

His fingers left goose bumps on every part of my skin that he touched. His hand eventually grasped my wrist and I knew what he was going to do right before he did it, but there was little I could do, I was trapped in his arms with nowhere to go so I had no choice but to watch as he flicked his wrist and completely broke mine in the process. Pain immediately shot up from my hand which now lay limp and completely distorted, lying against my arm at an odd angle that was completely unnatural.

I screamed at the shooting pain that came from my now broken wrist. That coupled with the pain from my dislocated shoulder was almost more than I could bear, especially since both were on the same arm.

I glared at him or tried to but it hurt too much to strain my neck to look at him properly. But, he did something surprising then, he let me go and turned me to face him. I stood there in front of him, cradling my wrist to my chest. At least now I was able to properly glare at him. It was just about then that I realized that it was my right shoulder and wrist that he had targeted and I was right handed which pretty much meant I was defenseless now since I couldn't do much of anything with my left hand. But, that didn't prevent me from trying. I gave a weak attempt at hitting him with my left hand, but it wasn't nearly as coordinated as it was with my right hand and I realized that I really was screwed.

I could tell that he knew that as well and he smiled at me, "I can see you're having some problems," he gestured towards my wrist and then my shoulder.

"I'm only having problems because you broke my shoulder and then my wrist, you moron!"

He ignored me, "I'm getting bored of this, Jessica. But, I'm feeling a little generous because you did show some valiant effort, albeit short lived. I'm willing to end this and allow you to start off fresh, but I will only do so if you get on your knees right now and admit defeat in this fight and say that you're mine and that you belong to me and refer to me in the proper way. Only then will I be inclined to ignore your previous indiscretions that have gone unpunished before this point. You'll be able to start off with a clean slate, but only if you do as you are told right now. I will give you a few moments to decide, but if you chose not to, we will go back downstairs and finish your punishment and believe me, I'm not even halfway done with punishing you for your multiple infractions. So, I suggest you think very hard about your decision."

I didn't like the idea of admitting defeat to him in the manner in which he expected, but I also didn't like the idea of more pain since I was in enough already. Both options sucked, but I was going to have to pick the one that sucked less and at this point in time it was the former option since I don't think my body could take much more pain right now.

I relented.

"Good girl," he smiled down at me, "You aren't stupid, I knew you would make the right choice."

I just glared at his gloating face, but I don't know how serious it looked though since I was completely exhausted from the fight. Not to mention, I was in pain and still a bit winded.

He gave me a disapproving once over, tsking as he did so, "You poor thing look so broken. I told you I would find your breaking point, didn't I?"

"I'm only giving in because I promised to do so and I'm a woman of my word." I explained, "I wouldn't be doing this otherwise."

His look was one of clear disagreement, but I was unable to yell at him for it before he spoke again, "I think you deserve a reward for being such a good girl and not backing out of our agreement."

I just looked at him; having the distinct impression that whatever this reward was, I wasn't going to like it. My fears were confirmed when he raised his arm up to his mouth and bit into his wrist. "Now, be a good girl and come get your reward," he ordered, his voice slightly distorted due to his protruding fangs.

I nearly vomited at the sight of the blood still dripping from his mouth from his bite, but I couldn't help but be drawn to it at the same time. I stared intently at his bloodied wrist and licked my lips at the sight. Before I knew what I was doing, I was crawling towards the outstretched offering.

I paused halfway there once I came out of my fog and realized what I was doing, I didn't want any of his blood; the idea was gross enough to make me want to vomit. But, the need and want to vomit at the sight was slowly being replaced by something akin to hunger.

"You can't fight the allure of it, can you?" Tristan whispered, "Vampire blood has a tendency to make the human who drinks it addicted. That is why a human is not usually given vampire blood unless the plan is to change them. However, I find this to be a good training tool as you are just experiencing. You're only in the beginning phases right now, but soon enough you won't be able to resist like you are doing now."

I was barely listening to him, too busy focusing on the red line that had traced down his arm and ended in the crease of his elbow; a line that I desperately want to trace with my tongue. An idea that was looking more and more appealing the longer I stared at his wrist.

"Come on, Jessica, stop fighting it." His voice somehow managed to break through the fog that had started to form in my mind once more. And, against my better judgment, I obeyed his order and crawled the rest of the way towards him. I grasped his wrist firmly in my shaky hand and brought it to my mouth and the moment my lips touched his cool skin and I got the first taste of his wonderful blood again and all my resistance was gone.

It was just as I remembered it from the last time, but there was something slightly different. It was thicker and as I drank I realized that it tasted of more than just strength, this time it tasted of power. A taste that was headier and one that I didn't want to stop consuming. It made my entire body tingle as the blood ran through my system as I drank. I could feel the blood coursing through my right arm, fixing the problems that he had caused.

The euphoria I was in suddenly evaporated when my mouth was suddenly and unceremoniously ripped from his wrist. His other hand held firm onto my head to prevent me from trying to latch onto his wounded wrist as he moved the limb up to his own mouth and closed it with a simple swipe of his tongue.

"I don't think I've ever come across a human who has taken a liking to my blood so quickly. Well, accept for one, but she's no longer human, so she doesn't really count." I was vaguely curious about whom he was talking about, but I was in too much of a daze to form a coherent sentence. "Now, keep in mind, Jessica that if you're a really good girl, I might occasionally give you more blood, but only enough to heal you or reward you. If I give you too much like I did just now, it could lead to very bad repercussions."

I nodded, but inside I wasn't nearly as complacent. I wanted to tell him no. Tell him that I didn't like his blood and I didn't want any more of it, thank you very much. But, I couldn't form the words.


He continued on completely ignoring me and my thoughts, "No matter how strong your will is, Jessica, enough of my blood at one time will essentially put you completely under my control for a time. Most of the time, it is not permanent and it will wear off, but there is the rare case in which a particular human has too much vampire blood at one time or two much in a short time period and they have suffered permanent psychological damage due to the sensory overload. I have a feeling that if I continue to have to use my blood as an incentive and allow you more than is needed to heal that it will lead to fatal problems since each time you drink from me, you will become more submissive and willing for a longer period of time. I do not like to do such things since I like my slaves to be more than an empty shell, but if that is what it takes to get you to cooperate then so be it."

That truly scared me. I didn't like the idea of being an empty shell; a living being with no substance. That was not my idea of a life. At all. I still couldn't speak so I chose to shake my head at his explanation.

"I can see you don't want that to happen either. Maybe if you continued to cooperate I won't "accidentally" give you more blood than is needed," he smiled down at me before he turned away from me, "Annabelle, go take Jessica upstairs, get her cleaned up and let her have something to eat."

He was actually going to feed me so soon? I hope his idea of food was better the second time around.

"And, make sure it's more substantial then a sandwich and that she actually has a chance to eat most of it," he glanced down at me, "See? I can be perfectly nice and accommodating. All that you have to do is cooperate with me."

I was knocked out of my blood induced stupor just then. I stood up so I wouldn't get a crick in neck from straining my head trying to look up at him from my kneeling position.

"If you want a prize for that, you're not getting one."

He smirked, "I already have my prize."

I didn't like the way he said that or the way he looked at me. As if I was the prize he was talking about.

"I am no one's prize."

He tsked me, "Now, Jessica... you did promise to cooperate if I won and I did, fair and square. Whatever I consider you to be, you will be it. Without complaint."

I squared my jaw as I glared at him, "Fine. I'll cooperate with you, but I won't like it."

"I don't ask you to. But, who knows? You might end up liking it one day."

I snorted, " that's likely to happen."

He shrugged, giving me a knowing look as he did so. "We will see about that, won't we? You said you wouldn't cooperate and I now have you doing just that in less than twenty four hours. I'm just that good. I wonder how long it takes before you start liking it here?"

"I will never like it here. You can keep me captive and I might have to cooperate, but I will never like it."

"Would you like to bet on that?"

I stared at him, "You don't strike me as the gambling type."

"No, but with you, I find myself doing things I normally don't do."

My body tingled at the slight change in his voice. It dropped down a few octaves and was slightly huskier. I ignored the feelings, but that was difficult.

"Uh-huh," I said, "What are the terms of this bet of yours?" I asked.

"When you start enjoying yourself here and that means you can honestly look me in the eyes and tell me that you do, I will let you go," he said, "And there will be no lying since I can tell if you're lying to me."

"What are you playing at?" I asked suspiciously, "If I ever honestly admit that I like it here why would you give me the chance to leave?" I asked.

He smirked before he closed the short distance between us, "Because when you like it here, I don't think you would want to leave... even if given the free opportunity." As he spoke he had continued to step forward and so I was forced to back up until my back came into contact with a wall.

"Well, if I want to get away from you badly enough, I would."

"You think so?" he asked, placing both his hands above my shoulders so I was successfully pinned to the wall with no way to escape.

"I know so." I said, trying my best to squirm away from him, but that only made him shove up against me so his body was flush against my own. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Am I making you uncomfortable, Jessica?'

"No, you're creeping me out."

He smirked, "Good, that's even better."


He ignored that, "So, do we have deal?"

It took me a second to figure out what he was talking about, "Yes, if I can honestly admit to liking it here, I will gladly get as far away from you as I can."

"If you wanted to."

I snorted, "Even if I admitted to liking it here that doesn't mean I would want to stay here in your presence."

"We shall see, won't we?

I had every intention to reply, but the sudden clearing of a throat prevented that, I turned towards the sound to see Annabelle standing awkwardly near where me and Tristan had started out. She was the only one who looked remotely uncomfortable; everyone else seemed to be enjoying the show. Bastards.

"Yes, Annabelle?"

"I hate to interrupt you," Though she looked anything but, I knew there was a reason I was starting to like her, "but you have other things to attend to."

"Oh, yes! I almost forgot. I have something very special planned for you, Jessica. I do hope you like surprises!"

I snorted, "Not really," I paused, "Well, I guess I do... if they were from someone, you know, I actually liked and didn't find incredibly repulsive then maybe I would like to be surprised every now and then. But, a surprise from you? I would never in a million years like it since it probably wouldn't be too much fun for me."

"Oh, I assure you, Jessica, this is the type of surprise that you'll like."

"Sure, it is."

He ignored me, "Take her upstairs and let her clean up and eat something, Annabelle, I should be up shortly." he ordered the female vampire before he moved away from me so I could get away from him and make my way over to where Annabelle stood near the door.

"And, you better not try anything stupid, Jessica."

I turned around to face him, "Why would I do that? I actually kind of like her. She's not a complete ass like you. I promised to cooperate; I didn't make any promises that I would be nice to you all the time." I added only when his face darkened at my first insult.

"I will soon be changing that."

"I'd like to see you try."

"Another challenge, I see. I will enjoy winning that one as well."

"Whatever, asshole."

He glared at me, but didn't yell at me for the insult, "I will be seeing you again after you are cleaned and fed, Jessica to go over the new rules," he explained.

"Do you have to see me so soon? I was looking forward to a few hours without having to be in your presence. And, there are more rules? As if the ones you told me about aren't enough."

He chuckled, "Don't worry; these rules are similar to the ones you already know... I've just made a few minor changes to them," he explained "And, if you're a good girl tonight, I might consider giving you more alone time."

"Oh, well, aren't you just so nice?"

"Goodbye for now, Jessica."

I didn't say anything to that; just turned around and left the room. Or, at least tried to, but Tristan came out of nowhere to prevent that, "It's polite to say 'goodbye'." he growled, shoving me roughly up against the nearest wall again. I had a feeling he liked doing that.

"My, you're a picky one, aren't you?" I asked, "Goodbye, Sir."

"That's slightly better. We'll work on that" he noted as he let me go.

I just ignored that comment as I turned on my heel and left the room; stopping in the hall to wait for Annabelle to show me where to go since I hadn't the slightest clue.

"Come along"

As I followed Annabelle towards the stairs, I could feel the asshole's eyes on my back. A feeling that was not at all very comfortable. I paused long enough to turn around and glare at him and when that proved useless I decided that maybe flipping him off would do the trick.

That got more of a reaction than the glare did which pleased me.

He glared at me, "Your complete lack of basic manners and respect is truly appalling."

I shrugged, "Well, maybe if you weren't such an ass, I would be more respectful. Not my fault that your reactions are too entertaining to make me want to stop."

"I'll be sure to work on them so they're no longer entertaining then."

I snorted, "You can try."

"You know, I only allow you to fight me like this because I find you to be a refreshing change from the normal kind of pets I collect. Docile and sweet is just so boring sometimes. However, if you act like that in front of anyone that doesn't live in this house, in other words, anyone who is a guest in this house, I'll punish you severely for it."

"I'll keep that in mind." I said, "I'd just hate to embarrass you in front of your friends," his look didn't change, "What? I'm not kidding! As long as they don't provoke me, I won't lash out at them."

"I'll believe that when I see it."

"Fine, asshole."

His glare was the last thing I saw before I turned on my heel and caught up with Annabelle who had made it to the top of the stairs and was waiting patiently for me to join her.

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