The Vampires Pet

It's the rainy season in the land of Affaraon, making the weather colder as the earth prepares for the snowy winter that is on its way.  I made my way through the quaint village, hoping i wouldn't run into anyone, it is late though so I'm picking most will be in bed. After all, no one wants to be out after eight o'clock because of all the blood sucking vampires and supernatural beings that love to kill the humans. However, it's not so much the vampires at night that i'm afraid of, it's the villagers that I wish to stay away from. I moved to this village thirteen years ago to live with my grandmother, after my parents both passed.  Although my grandmother was well known in the village, the villagers didn't take kindly to my arrival. The kids would bully me, they thought I was weird but I just wished to be left alone. Four months ago, my grandmother passed away. The villagers say that I killed my parents and then killed my grandmother, which is preposterous. How is a seven year old girl suppose to kill two fully grown adults? My father was barely home anyway, he was always off on these so called business trips, however he didn't bring back much or no money at all. All he would return with were bruises on his face and sometimes a split lip. My mother had always tried to usher me into my room when father was approaching, so I wouldn't see his bruised face. Unfortunately, our house was old and there were holes in my bedroom door, so I could still peer through and watch her sponge his face gently. Maybe that's where my inquisitive nature started. I was never able to hear why he got the bruises though. Its still a question in my mind, especially now I'm older and have returned home with a spilt lip and a bruised cheek myself.  I felt a few drops land on my head as I walked through the trees on the beaten path to my grandmother's home. I looked up at the night sky, a few stars littered against the darkness. I felt a few more drops on my face before, just like that, the rain started to pour down.  "Superb." I mumbled sarcastically, picking up my pace as I held the small bag of vegetables by my side. I didn't mind the rain, I actually quite liked it but I didn't want to be drenched at this time of night.  Once I saw the small amount of light from the oil lantern outside my grandmother's house, I dashed to the door to unlock and open it. I closed the door behind me and leant against it, a small sigh escaping my lips. The room was dark so I crouched down to grab the matches and candle on the floor, lighting it. It allowed me a small amount of sight, but not a lot. I walked around, lighting all the candle lanterns around the room, until I could see the room somewhat clearly. I grabbed out a pot from the cupboard and lit the fire. I boiled the water and a sad smile fell on my lips.  When I moved here, my grandmother taught me many things. At first I use to just watch her cook as she always told me it was too dangerous for a young child to be too close to the fire. When I turned ten, she had managed to sell a few decorations to buy the ingredients to make me a cake. We were poorly, my parents too. My grandmother tried her hardest to live without needing much money, growing her own vegetables and attempting to have some sheep. They all went missing though. I had found them weeks later torn to pieces in the woods.  I was able to collect some of the wool but the meat was almost all gone and the parts that weren't, were spoiled. We never found out what took the sheep and killed them, there's too many rumours of demonic beings in this world, you could never pinpoint a culprit. I had seen a few vampires around the village before, I never stayed long to catch their attentions. They were councilmen, vampires who work under the Lord, depending on their status, they have control over villages and come for information regarding cases or if there is a death by supernatural. I saw one with bright red eyes before, from what I've read, the vampires with the brightest red eyes are known as a 'royal'. A son of the Lord or maybe he was the Lord, who knows, I didn't want to stick around to have my blood sucked dry from my body.  Once my vegetable soup was finished cooking, I poured a small amount into a wooden bowl. I sat on the single dining chair to eat. We use to have two, but my grandmother sold it to buy me a new dress as my other one had been torn. After my Grandmother died, the villagers only got worse. Trying to get me taken by the vampire council because they said I killed my parents and grandmother. Luckily the vampires didn't take them seriously at all. A few villages were alright, they weren't friendly but they weren't rude. I had managed to get a small job of cleaning the theatre in a village only a fifteen minute walk from my village. It only paid 10 pence but I often got to sing when I was left alone there.  If I was rich I believe I would become a singer but I don't have the money to even think about becoming one, not to mention i'm a too low status for anyone to take me seriously. I still sang though, I would watch the singers practice as I cleaned the back of the theatre. I learnt their songs and studied their vocals so when they left I could practice. It was something fun for me to take my mind off the rest of my worries.  After I finished eating, I lay down on my hard mattress. It was almost as bad as laying on the concrete floors, but beggars can't be choosers I suppose. It will suffice, it will have to at least. Sleep didn't come easily that night, with thoughts that won't stop and the uncomfortable mattress, sleep seemed like something too far out of reach. At last, I finally succumbed to it.  I rose from my bed as soon as the birds had awoken and the light streaming through the windows had brightened up the lonely cottage. I grabbed a piece of almost stale bread and walked outside. The plants won't need watering as the rain is enough, not that they're even that alive anyway. Too much rain will drown them after all. I had finished my bread and knelt down at the small stream at the back of the house. Picking a handful of water I splashed it on my face, the icy cold water making me shudder slightly.  The stream was almost the same colour as my eyes, grandmother always commented on how my eyes looked like cracked ice. I wondered how I got my peculiar eyes seeming my mother had brown eyes, my father had dark blue eyes and my grandmother had faded green eyes. My hair as well was odd, I had almost a white silver blonde colour. Although at the moment it was dirty and oily, making it look yellow blonde. I often wondered if I was adopted but I have the same features my mother had, small frame and delicate facial features. My hair was long, down to the middle of my back. My grandmother often trimmed it but it always grew fast. I have shorter strands that fall around my face, sometimes I used my hair to try hide my face and eyes, not that it helped much seeming my hair was a striking feature.  I stood from the ground, wiping off some of the mud that got stuck to my dark blue dress. It was light material so despite being long sleeved, it didn't help against the cold weather. The crack of a stick could be heard behind me in the woods. I lifted my head, looking around before I backed away. The woods no doubt were spooky, but always had felt safe out here, that was until now. I felt as if someone was watching me, my heart beat quickened but I tried to stay calm and unaffected. It might just be a wild dog or a deer, just passing by. Once I got to the front of the house I reached for the handle but my hand never made it. Instead, I felt a strong force push my head into the stone wall of the house. I caught a glimpse of a shadow behind me as I fell to the ground and lost consciousness.  Unknown POV The tall mysterious male walked along the road, his shoes making a clunking sound, that of the horses hooves on the stone paths. The villagers had all ran inside their houses when they saw his carriage approach the village. The carriage was distinct and struck fear in the humans it passed by, as it should. His lips curled up into a sinister smirk. He could feel the fear all the villagers felt, he could hear their raised heartbeats and he loved it.  He was in this lonely village for information, and he knew exactly who could be of assistance to him. The male walked proudly to the small house on the end of the street. He raised his fist and pounded on the door three times before it opened.  "It's you." She said grimly.  "Well nice to see you too Greta . May I come in?" He stepped inside before she answered.  "Well what is it?" She asked as she closed the door hurriedly. The villages already outed her because of this vampire who visited her for information. His eyes scanned around the small room before landing on the black haired woman with light brown eyes. "I need some information." He hummed, clicking the heal of his shoe on the concrete floor.  "Well what?" She sat on the chair at the old wooden table.  "I caught wind that some humans were planning on rioting against the vampires." He scoffed. He thought humans were pathetic. "We all know how that will play out, but apparently some humans have been collecting a certain herb that is a weakness to vampires."  "It won't be the first plan to riot against your kind, Nicholas." She raised her brows.  "Well clearly. However if they have this herb they are talking about, it could become a problem." Nicholas tched. "Not for me of course, but for the weaker vampires it could kill." He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Especially if my suspicion is correct and they have a witch working with them. You know how witches and vampires aren't exactly best of friends, don't you?"  "Well if the stories are correct, it's because you vampires chose to kill and chase the witches away." She said.  Nicholas raised his eyebrow. "Yes, there's no doubt in my mind that they are seeking revenge. It's just when they will act on it."  "Well I am no witch Sir Nicholas so I wouldn't know." "No of course not." He smiled blankly. "However the people." She furrowed her brows as if she was trying to recall something. "Unfortunately, I haven't heard anyone speak about rioting. However, there is a man who should know." He raised his brows for her to continue. "He goes by the name of Herbert Willis. He's a watcher, so he travels to different areas often, no doubt he has heard something."  "Ah a watcher, they can be aggressive against vampires." Not that it mattered to him, he thought.  "Herbert is known for selling his captures to vampire families rather than to the slave establishment. Sir."  "Hmm, indeed? I'll have to seek out this man."  "I do believe I saw him in the village not long ago. He is probably camping in the woods watching the young ladies here, fine specimens for slaves." She said as she started stirring the liquid in her cup. "I would offer you a drink but I don't have any dead bodies to give you today." She said facetiously, the corners of her lips curled up.  "It is the alive bodies I do prefer, much more fun when you're sucking the life from them." He raised his brow again. "As for the herb, do you know anything?"  "No. There was a lady who lives in the woods a bit, she use to grow herbs and vegetables. She knew a lot about them, however she passed only months ago."  "Well that is no help."  "Her granddaughter is still there. She doesn't leave much as the villagers believe she murdered her grandmother."  "Hm, peculiar. Her name? I shall go give her a quick visit, maybe lunch will be served today." He grinned.  "I believe her name is Faye. She stands out, silver hair and interesting coloured eyes. She hides them often but they look like ice." Nicholas nodded his head, taking in the information.  "Faye.." The name rolled off his tongue. "Well I better go visit her then. Goodbye Greta."  He walked out of her house and made his way to the cottage in the woods. The path was beaten down and as he approached the house he caught the smell of iron. His eyes narrowed as the house came to sight, as did the blood patch on the wall of the house. He reached the blood patch, extending his arm down and wiping some on his finger. He brought it to his mouth and licked the blood off.  Mmm, that is some very tasty blood. He thought to himself.  Fayes POV I gained consciousness just in time to feel my body be thrown onto the ground of the woods.  "That hurt." I groaned.  "Ah sleeping beauty is awake." I heard a raspy male voice. I looked up to see the man who must of knocked me unconscious and brought me here.  I looked around, we just seem to be deeper in the woods. "Where are we?" I asked, quickly noticing the rope tied tightly around my ankles and wrists.  "Need to know bases sweetie." He grinned creepily.  I felt a wet goo on the top of my forehead, when I placed my finger on it my hand came away with my blood.  "Why did you kidnap me?" I asked. By now he had gone into a little tent, I could hear him rustling around in something.  "Well you have a pretty face. You'll fetch me a good price, either slave establishment or just straight to the vampires." He popped back out. "But first, I think I'll have a little fun."  My eyes widened as he approached me. He knelt down and grabbed my chin, pulling me closer. "Yes, very pretty face. Interesting eyes too, plumb lips. Nice figure," His eyes trailed down my face to my chest.  He had knelt over my bound together feet. I kicked up, hitting his man hood. He screeched in pain and fell to the side. I started to try crawl away but a hand grabbed my hair and ripped me back.  "The hell you think you going?" He growled. "That wasn't very lady like." He pulled me back so I fell on my back, then he kicked my ribs.  I started coughing and trying to move away. He kicked me again which made me close my eyes as I let out a small scream. I bet he broke a rib or too.  "Scream some more you little ratbag!"  I had my eyes tightly closed and had curled into a fetal position, a few tears had escaped by eyes due to the pain.  "Ah thought I would find you here." I heard another voice. It was cold and grim, it caused a shiver to go down my spin. "You're interrupting." The man who kidnapped me spat.  "Ah my bad, there is a very important matter that I must speak about." I slowly opened my eyes and they instantly met the gaze of the man who just turned up. His eyes were bright red, they were daunting. "Too birds with one stone." The corner of his lip turned up in an evil grin as he looked at me and I somehow got the feeling that my life was over.