The Vampires Pet

Chapter 6: Sharing the painful truth

Amdis came and stood behind the sofa where I was sitting and asked, “are you ok?”

“I’m fine.” It sounded defensive even to me.

He sighed and muttered, “I take it you still won’t seek therapy?”

“Nope.” I got up and walked off to my room before he could give me any lectures.

As usual, I had night terrors that night and Amdis had to come in and wake me up. I was sweating and crying and curled in to a ball against the wall. Usually, he would give me my space, place a blanket over me and leave me, but this time he pulled me in to his arms and held me firmly when I tried to escape. “Please let go,” I whimpered.

He held me tighter when I struggled and placed his other hand against my head so my cheek was against his chest. I was surprised to hear his heart beating, sort of, it sort did and stopped, did and stopped, it was strange. “I’m not going to hurt you, Rochelle, you are safe with me,” he soothed.

His words made me sob, I didn’t just cry, I sobbed so hard. “Ssh, it’s ok my dear, I’m right here and no one will ever hurt you again while I’m by your side.”

It was the first time I had ever heard real emotion in his voice, I could hear the sadness in his voice, like it pained him to hear me sobbing my heart out.

When I was calmer, I whispered, “I can hear your heart beating.”

My cheek was still pressed against his chest when he pulled back and looked down at me, smiling softly he said, “yes, when I have recently fed my heart will somewhat beat for a few hours.”

He went to pull away, but this time instead of trying to get away I found myself clinging to him. “Please don’t leave me alone.”

“I will stay by your side, lay down,” he said and gently pulled away from me.

I lay down in the bed, and he pulled the covers over me. He left my bedside lamp on and sat beside me on the bed on top of my covers.

I fell asleep, feeling oddly safe with a vampire by my side. When I woke up I grew so embarrassed, in the daylight all my stuffed animals, Disney movies and ornaments were on display. Admis had his eyes closed, which meant he must have been asleep, he woke when I did, letting me know he was a very light sleeper.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Morning,” I mumbled, blushing under my covers.

“Would you like me to make you some breakfast?” He asked.

“Can you cook?” I replied.

He frowned at that and replied in an annoyed tone, “yes, I can cook, not all vampires rely on servants and maids to do everything for them.”

“Sorry,” I replied sheepishly.

“It’s fine, what would you like to eat?”

I wanted to eat my usual Fruit Loops I liked buying at the shop that had a section of American food and cereal, but I was too embarrassed to admit that I wanted children’s cereal. “Uh, scrambled eggs and bacon?”

“Ok, sausages with that?”

I nodded, and he got up to go and make it.

He was a strange vampire and a complete mystery, on the odd occasion we did talk, he was a very good listener and would silently sit for over an hour just letting me talk, but whenever he spoke he was careful to never let slip anything about himself, all I knew about him was how professional and seriously he took his job and that he was currently single, well, he was dating some women but nothing serious, I only knew that because Michelle had asked when we met up.

I knew nothing else, not even his favourite colour. Usually vampires had someone to do everything for them, he had said not all vampires did, but the ones I knew of all did, I’d never heard of a vampire cooking before, not for themselves and certainly not for anyone else.

He must have been turned when he was in his late twenties because he didn’t look any older than that, I wondered how old he was but was too shy to ask.

He called up to me when he was done, and I pulled on leggings and a long sleeved white shirt and socks. I headed down the stairs and sat at the table, he placed the plate in front of me and the food looked amazing, and tasted even better. “Amdis, you are an incredible cook,” I said, taking another bite.

He gave a small smile and said, “thank you, miss Hansley.”

“You can call me Rochelle.”

“I prefer to use my clients’ last names to keep things professional.”

I nodded and ignored the sinking feeling in my stomach. I was eating when the sleeve of my top slid up a little, exposing my wrist. Amdis saw the scars from where I’d been tied up so many times, he didn’t say anything and I tried to keep eating, but he was staring at me more intensely than he ever had before. I grew so uncomfortable that I couldn’t eat anymore and looked down at myself, I grew both humiliated and ashamed when I realised I shouldn’t have worn such a thin and white top, it was almost see through showing all my scars underneath.

I could feel my eyes watering and tried to stand up and go to my room, but Amdis stood in front of me and asked, “what did they do to you?”

I shook my head looking down at the floor, and he spoke more softly, “if you won’t go to therapy then at least talk to me, have you even told anyone what happened to you?”

I nodded and mumbled, “Michelle knows.”

“Perhaps you should talk to her more and—”

“No!”

He frowned at me, “why not?”

“I just can’t see her right now.”

“Will you be open with me? Please.”

I shrugged awkwardly, and he asked, “can I see what they did?”

“You want me to take my clothes off?” I asked, wide-eyed.

“I promise I will be nothing but professional.”

I was embarrassed, but I think a part of me also wanted to maybe share what I’d been through with someone, so I slowly took my top off. I saw his look of shock before he hid it behind that cool mask he always wore. When I pulled my trousers off, he lost the cool look and looked even more shocked and horrified, when I took my socks off too, he almost winced and then a look of pure rage filled his eyes before he managed to control himself and looked cold and unreadable again.

He came over to me and asked, “may I?” I nodded, and he touched a few of the scars, a lot were thick and big, some fresher than others and still tender to touch, when I winced at one of the freshest scars, he met my eyes and softly said, “I am sorry.”

He touched the scars left from their fangs when they fed on me and asked, “please tell me this didn’t hurt.”

“It did, a lot,” I whispered.

He balled his hand in to a fist and said, “it should only ever be a pleasurable experience.”

“He enjoyed t.orturing me,” I shrugged.

He looked at me incredulous and asked, “how can you just shrug like it’s no big deal?”

“There’s nothing I can do about it, it’s done, I’m ugly and no one will want to touch me now.”

He stroked the back of his hand down my cheek, so lightly I barely felt it and said, “you are far from ugly, do not say such things about yourself.”

“People judge,” I mumbled.

“Then you aren’t talking to the right people.”

I only shrugged, and he asked, I assume if you were to remove your bra and underwear there would be more scars?” I nodded, and he asked, “what did Zedric do to you?”

I pulled my clothes back on and answered, “the easier question would be what didn’t he do. He beat me a lot, he fed on me and so did his other vampires, he starved me most of the time, when he was bored he would chain me up in his dungeon room and t.orture me, beat me with his fists, when he was bored with that he moved on to whips, belts, a chain, he made me walk on glass to entertain his vampires, he cut me with glass or knives, he used a sword once, his vampires would help with most of it too, he always told me how ugly and repulsive I was so when he wanted to relieve himself he would make me wear a mask and have his female vampires force themselves on me, they bit me all over, they made me touch them between their legs and other horrible things, they liked it when I cried and begged, he didn’t let the males touch me because I’m a virgin, and he wanted to be the one to take it and—”

I was sobbing at this point and struggling to get my words out, and he hushed me, pulling me into his arms and whispering, “shh, it’s ok, you don’t need to talk about it any more right now.”

He held me for a long time, and he pulled back to ask, “does it make it worse talking about it?”

I thought about it and shook my head, “no, I feel better sharing it with someone.” I cuddled in against him again, and he wrapped his arms around me.

“Would you like to watch one of your cartoons?” He asked softly.

I giggled when he said that, and he asked, “what?”

“Nothing, yes, I would like that.” He had gotten to know me well enough over the weeks to know how much I loved watching Disney movies, I loved that he never judged me or made fun of me for it.

He wiped my tears away and said, “ok, go and pick one.”