The Vampires Pet

Chapter 9: Breaking glass

It was early in the morning when I felt that dreaded feeling, you know the one, when you’re laying in bed, and suddenly you feel that you’ve just come on your period. I didn’t know whether vampires liked the smell of that particular bleeding, Zedric and his vampires fed on me hungrily almost everyday, so it had been hard to tell with them. Panicking, I just reacted without thinking and pushed Amdis off the bed, making him crash to the floor.

“f***k!” He yelled. It was the first time I had ever heard him swear, but I didn’t want him to smell me or try anything and I definitely didn’t want him to see anything embarrassing, so I jumped over him and ran to the bathroom.

“Rochelle!” He called. I ignored him and locked the door.

He knocked on it and asked, “what is going on?”

“It’s that time of the month and I didn’t want to make you hungry or anything.”

He sighed like a stressed out parent and said, “I can control myself perfectly well.”

When I was cleaned up and safe, I slowly opened the door and peeked my head through. “Does this blood bother you?”

He rose an eyebrow and replied, “menstrual blood? It does a little, but nowhere near as much as fresh normal bleeding does, you are safe from that.”

“Why do I hear a but in your words?”

“Well, similar to wereanimals, when you are having your period you smell good, not in the, I want to eat you kind of way, well, depending on your idea of eat.”

Was he flirting? Na, he sounded way too emotionless. “You mean we smell like we are in heat to you?”

“Yes, well, not exactly, not all humans only our pet, with one we have a bond.”

“Oh, so you want to have s**x with me now?” I slammed my hand over my mouth after I said that, but it was too late.

Amdis almost choked when I asked that, but he managed to stay composed and replied, “no, I recognise the scent but unlike the wereanimals we can control ourselves perfectly fine and while the scent is…nice, I do not wish to mount you like some savage beast.”

I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed about that. I came out of the bathroom fully and went back in to my room to change. Before I shut the door, Amdis said, “I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Thank you, and I’m really sorry for pushing you off the bed.”

“I must say, I think it’s the first time a woman has ever pushed me out of bed.” He walked off after that, leaving me to wonder if he was being factual or making a joke, I think it was a joke, though I had no doubt his words were definitely true.

I was pulling on a baby pink hoodie with kittens on it when someone came crashing through my bedroom window. I screamed and ducked, but they were fast and grabbed me around the waist.

I tried to struggle, but it was useless, the man was too powerful and a lot bigger than me. He pulled me against his body, my back against his chest, and he wrapped a hand around my throat when Amdis came rushing in.

He looked at whoever was holding me and said, “so Zedric has the werepanthers working for him now.” He said it with such disdain.

The werepanther shrugged, “he pays really well, move aside, and she lives, try to play the hero, then she dies.”

Amdis rose an eyebrow and replied, “the problem with that is that when you kill her, it’s just you and me, you will no longer have any leverage, and I also know Zedric wants her very much alive for himself, so your best interest would be letting her go and simply walking away.”

I could tell by the way his grip around my throat lessened then tightened again that he hadn’t thought of all that.

“I’ll take my chances,” he replied sarcastically.

Amdis answered, “very well.”

The room grew cold and dark, like pitch black couldn’t see anything dark, and I felt the werepanthers fingers that were around my throat being snapped one by one until he was forced to let me go. He cried out in pain and when the darkness lifted, and we could see again, he ran for Amdis and tried to punch him with his good hand.

Amdis moved aside, so gracefully it almost looked like he hadn’t moved as wicked fast as a bullet. He threw his own punch, hitting the werepanther in the chest so hard he flew back across the room and hit the wall hard enough it cracked. He fell to the floor but jumped back up and tried to fight Amdis, but every time, Amdis would simply move to the side or block his hits as if he could stand there doing it all day.

To the werepanthers credit, he never gave up, he was bleeding heavily, bruised, stumbling, but he still fought, he must really want that money. He tried to grab for me but Amdis got to him before he could and started beating him really bad, punching him and kicking him violently, he was fighting like some MMA fighter and as violently as any wereanimal, he definitely wasn’t fighting like a vampire right now.

When the guy looked almost half conscious, Amdis asked, “are you ready to walk away now?”

The guy just laughed, which seemed to infuriate Amdis. “I’m trying to save your life, one last time, are you ready to walk away?”

“No,” the werepanther gritted and then spat blood on to the floor in defiance.

Without a word and without even the slightest bit of hesitation, Amdis pulled a gun out, aimed directly between the werepanthers eyes and pulled the trigger.

He was like no other vampire I had ever known or heard of. I was sat down huddled against the far wall with my knees up and hugging my new bunny tightly, it was hard to breathe, and I was convinced I was going to die.

Amdis looked over at me and put the gun away. He came over and bent down in front of me. “I am so sorry you had to see that, but I will not risk your life being in danger, you are my first and only priority.”

I could barely hear him, and he realised I was having a panic attack. “Rochelle, it’s ok, breathe.”

I couldn’t, not even when he tried to send that comforting energy to me through our bond. Remembering what Kane told him, he held a hand up in front of me and with his other hand, he softly stroked my hair from my face. “Focus on my hand, I am not very good at this, so let’s do it together, blow on my finger and count down with me.”

He wanted me to blow on his finger like some five year old? I was in no state to argue, so I did as he said. I would blow on a finger, and he would put it down, and I’d count down with him as he did. By the end I was able to breathe again, shakily but not struggling anymore.

He was on his knees in front of me and was looking into my eyes with his beautiful ice blue eyes with flecks of ice green running through them and with proper eye contact, I noticed he had a pastel orange rim around his eyes.

I wanted to kiss him so badly, but I wasn’t brave enough, he was too professional about his clients and I knew he would reject me, I was far more afraid of his rejection than I had been of Kane’s.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked me.

I nodded, and he stroked my hair tenderly, I noticed he liked to play with my hair quite a lot, but I didn’t say anything in case he stopped.

“Good. Then you breathe easy, my little pet.” He leaned in, and light as a feather, so that I barely felt it, he kissed my forehead and stood up.

He held his hand out to me and helped me up. “Let’s get you somewhere safe.”

“But what about the body?”

He turned my head so I couldn’t see it anymore and said, “don’t you worry about that, let’s get you somewhere safe first, and then I shall return to clean everything up.”

He bent down and picked up the bunny I’d dropped during my panic attack and gave it to me. “I’m not a child,” I snapped.

“I know you are not a child, but you should seek comfort where you can when needed and these soft toys seem to bring you that comfort, there is nothing wrong with that.”

He made me walk in front of him so he could keep an eye on me, and slipping my trainers on, we left the house.

“Where are we going?” I asked as he drove.

“Bristol.”

“What! That’s like a two-hour drive.”

“Yes, but it will make it much more difficult for him to find you, he will be expecting you to stay in your hometown, he won’t expect you to leave it, and it gives us much more time.”

“Time for what?”

“I’m going to teach you to fight, and you will also be seeing Francesca, your therapist, she only lives an hour from Bristol and has kindly agreed to come and visit you for your sessions.”

“I can’t fight.”

“That’s why I’m going to teach you.”

“I’ll be a terrible student.”

“You’ll be fine.”

I wasn’t fine, I was terrible, just like I’d warned him. He had us stay in some posh hotel room that was so big it was basically a small house.

“I take it you’re a typically rich vampire?” I asked as I looked around.

“A typically rich vampire?” He replied with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Yeah, you all seem to be rich.”

“We are very old, we have had a lifetime and more to save money, to receive inheritance, to have become wise enough and learn enough to get a well paying-high up job, my line of work right now is extremely well paid.”

“Lucky you, is your line of work only for supernaturals?”

“Mostly, yes, there are a few humans, but usually, they are paired up with a supernatural.”

I grew excited when he said that and with wide eyes, I jumped up off the pure white sofa and ran over to him. “Oh Amdis! We could work together, you can train me to fight, and I could get a job, and they could—”

“Woah, calm down, I didn’t mean to put ideas into your head.”

“You wouldn’t want to be paired up with me?” I sulked.

When he just looked at me with a raised eyebrow, I realised how sulky I sounded and said, “ok, I act like a big kid sometimes.”

He raised both eyebrows at that and in a meek voice I said, “most of the time?” He seemed satisfied with that answer, and I said, “fine, but I can be very serious when I need to be.”

“Rochelle, let’s just focus on training you to protect yourself for now, you can save the whole becoming a hero thing for later.”

“Fine,” I sighed.

The floor in the small living area was grey marble and big enough for us to train on, so Amdis pushed the sofa back, making space, and then we started, he certainly wasn’t one for wasting time or waiting around.

He taught me how to throw punches correctly, but it took a while because he wanted me to actually hit him with all my strength and I felt too bad to do it.

“Just hit me, Rochelle.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

He actually snorted at that. “You won’t hurt me.”

“I don’t feel comfortable hitting you even if it doesn’t hurt you.”

“It’s the only way you will learn properly.”

In the end, I started off hitting him lightly and slowly grew harder with each hit, relaxing when he didn’t even flinch in pain, it really was nothing to him. I stopped when I was sweating and asked, “what’s the point of teaching me to hit you if it doesn’t even make you flinch, if it doesn’t bother you it sure as hell won’t bother any other supernatural.”

“I am just teaching you the basics right now, and it is very handy for when you have to deal with humans because, believe me, there are a lot of humans who will help vampires, I wouldn’t put it past Zedric to make a new pet and use that human to hurt you.”

“Are you sure he won’t find us?” I asked, feeling nervous hearing his name.

“No, you are mine now, but you should have told me you were his pet right away, that’s how he found you, by the time I broke the bond it was too late, he already would have known your location.”

I liked hearing him say I was his, but I knew he didn’t feel the same way, he had seemed angry and almost reluctant to make me his pet. He snapped me back in to reality and taught me some kicks next. I fell so many times trying to kick his rock solid frame that I think I had more bruises than he did. Every time I fell on my butt he would sigh and look at me like I was a child, but he was always patient and calm, he never got angry or annoyed.

I was not a fit person and after an hour when I next tripped and fell down, I collapsed on to the cold marble floor, pressing my cheek against it, I was sweaty and panted, “can we stop now.”

“Rochelle, it has barely been an hour, and you’ve learnt a few kicks and punches.”

“Hm.” Was my only response.

He sighed like some exasperated parent and muttered, “fine, we can do some more tomorrow, let’s get you some food.”

I jumped up at the mention of food, and he gave me a dirty look.

“What?” I asked.

“You can’t train or move a limb at the mere mention, but the mention of food, you spring up as good as any gymnast?”

I gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry?”

Sighing, he pulled me to my feet and muttered, “come on.”