The Vampires Pet

Chapter 9

Three days had already passed since I was taken back to the vampires lair. It wasn't as easy as it had been the first time I was here. I no longer sat around reading books while he was out, now I clean his room. Polish his shoes, wash his laundry and fetch his food when he eats in his room. I am now allowed to exit his bedroom only when he is home and permits it. I would like to say the opportunity is nice, but the kitchen staff and other slaves I have met don't seem to like me very much.

Once again I am seen as the outcast. The strange and different girl. I hated it, and this time it was Nicholas's fault for making me his personal slave and pet. A few times when I went to get him water to drink, they would spill it on me. I wanted to throttle them, but my parents taught me self respect so I just stepped away. 

I sat on the hard cold ground of the balcony while I polished a pair of Nicholas's boots. The day was warm as the sun rays shined on me and the air was fresh, carrying a woody scent to it. The days are pleasant but the tasks in it not so much. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath before I started singing. 

"Feels like I'm falling, Into a world, Into a world, I can't control." I sang quietly. "I hear it calling, Down in my soul, Grippin' my bones, It won't let go." I took another deep breath and smiled mentally, singing was my comfort. "Wake me up, Won't you wake me up? Caught in a bad dream. Caught in a bad dream. Wake me up."

"Having fun little songbird?" 

I yelped when I heard the voice behind me and twisted around, knocking one of his shoes. It almost fell off the balcony. I stared up at Nicholas from the ground, my eyes wide while I stared into his amused eyes. I hadn't felt his presence at all.

"Do you need something Master?" I asked quietly, grabbing the shoe that found its way to the edge of the balcony. 

"I do." His eyes narrowed slightly, making me gulp. "Get up and come inside." 

I feel like I'm in trouble. 

I followed Nicholas inside and stood in the room against the wall, waiting for him to speak. 

"Faye." He said, his eyes locking with mine.

"Yes Master."

"What is your name Faye." He stepped forward, trapping me against the wall in fear. "Your real name."

My eyes widened slightly, my back pressing against the cold wall in hopes that I'd sink into it. 

"It's Faye." I answered.

"Oh indeed?" He placed his hand by my head against the wall. "Well then I find fascinating that I cannot find any record of you. There's only a few reasons why you wouldn't have a record, would you like me to tell you those reasons?" 

I shook my head.

"Then tell me." He twirled a lock of my silvery white hair in his fingers. "Or I'll just have to punish you."

From the evilly excited look in his eyes, I could tell he was already planning ways to punish me and I didn't want to know what they were. 

I gulped. "Orphea." My voice came out as barely a whisper. "My name is Orphea Adlington." 

He smirked and leaned in close until his breath tickled my ear. "Good choice." Then he stepped back. "Orphea." My name rolled off his tongue fluidly, like he had been practicing the pronunciation for years. 

I stared down at my feet, shuffling uncomfortably. "I prefer Faye, Master." I whispered softly. 

"Is that so Orphea? I quite like Orphea." Suddenly his fingers were under my chin, raising my head so our eyes met. "But if you wish I'll call you Faye." 

"Please Master." My voice felt like it was going to break. Nicholas studied the emotions swirling in my eyes. I hadn't been called Orphea since they've been gone.

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"Pa?" The small girl looked up at her father, her eyes filled with love and happiness. 

"Yes my sweet?" He smiled down at her. 

"You'll stay with me forever right?" She asked, she was too young to realise the way her life would end up going. "You and Ma will always stay by my side right?"

At first, the man couldn't form any words as he stared into the blue eyes of his most precious daughter. He wished for nothing more than to be able to stay with her forever and although in a way that was possible for them, he knew due to their circumstances there wasn't a high chance. His heart ached. He swiftly pulled his daughter into his arms, holding her tightly against him. 

The sound of her ever beating heart was enough to soothe him. As long as he could hear her little heart beating rhythmically he could take on the world. For his daughter, he would do anything. 

"Of course. Ma and I will never leave your side." He kissed her temple. 

 "Promise?" She held out her small pinkie.

He locked his pinkie with hers. "I promise my sweet angel Orphea."

He would never break his promise. He would always remain by her side with his wife, no matter what it took. 

His eyes drifted to the book that stood out on the bookshelf. The book was golden with black intricate details and patterns covering the cover. They wrote it for a reason and it was his duty to keep it safe and away from the hands of those who would use it to destroy the world. He had to save the world for Faye, and if he couldn't. She could.  

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Third Person POV.

Nicholas stared down at the human girl. He wanted to press the matter further but the empty look in her eyes made him retreat. He found that sometimes her eyes were like a mirror, reflecting his own. It somewhat scared but comforted him, he wasn't alone, despite wishing he was. The human girl had been through a loss just like him. Something that changed her forever, possibly that was why he had kept her rather than throwing her to the wolves. 

"Stay in this room. I'll be back before dinner." Faye looked up at him and nodded softly.

"Okay Master." 

He left the room quickly, making his way downstairs to find a slave. 

"Get my carriage ready pronto." Nicholas watched as the human slave shook as he spoke to him. 

Pathetic creatures, he thought. 

The slave quickly ran outside to prepare his carriage. Nicholas grabbed his coat and swung it on, turning when he heard footsteps approaching.

"Mother."

"Where are you going?" His mother asked. 

"I have some business to take care off." He raised his brows at her. 

"Where is the girl?" 

"In my room." He studied his mothers expression and narrowed his eyes. "What is it mother, you have that expression." 

She sighed, she had wanted to bring this up since she saw it but she knew that topic was hard for Nicholas to talk about. She was worried about her son, but he would never let her help. He had always been like that, ever since he was young. He wanted to do everything himself and he did. 

"If this is about Arnold, save it mother." He grumbled impatiently. 

He had something he needed to do and he didn't like it when others stopped him from being able to do that, even if it was his own mother.

"Arnold?" She furrowed her eyebrows. "What happened with Arnold?"

Nicholas rolled his eyes. "Did he not come crying to you?"

She shook her head, her eyes hardening. It was fair to say Arnold gave everyone a headache in this house, but he was blood and Nicholas was always overly harsh towards him. 

"What did you do Nic?"

"I broke his arm." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"Why?" 

Nicholas didn't answer instantly. It wasn't like he broke his arm just because he lay a hand on Faye, it was because Arnold gave him a migraine whenever he was around. 

"He touched whats mine." He said. "That boy has no manners mother, he needs to learn some or I'll teach him the hard way." 

With that Nicholas turned and left his mother in the entrance room. She shook her head at her sons behaviour. There wasn't much her or her husband could do to control Nicholas's behaviour. Nicholas had always been reckless but his aggressive behaviour got worse once she left. Arnold was his blood but he had always had something against the boy, that got worse when she left and he had to move in with them. 

She was an anchor for Nicholas's rage. She stabilised his unbalanced emotions. She was, his other half. When she left, she took all that with her and left Nicholas with a gaping hole of pain and anger. He wasn't a cruel boy, he was just a lost one now. 

She sighed loudly, she felt bad for wishing for her old son back. She loved Nicholas regardless but she missed the young boy who abandoned his childhood for revenge and hatred. She missed her and wished for nothing more but to have them together again, but she knew that was impossible. She was gone forever. 

Nicholas bounced his leg impatiently in the carriage. He was annoyed to say the least when he couldn't find Faye's file, at first he thought someone destroyed it. He was somewhat relieved to find out it was just because her real name was Orphea. He had noticed something strange about Faye from day one, he felt like there was more to her than just meets the eye. Nicholas loved a challenge, and Faye was one. 

When the carriage came to a stop, he wasted no time and barged out the door. Startling the coachman that was seconds away from opening the door for his Master. Nicholas took no notice of his coachman and fast walked up the stairs to the archive building. He nodded briefly to Bernard who sat at his usual spot on the front desk. 

Bernard didn't question Nicholas's hurried and abrupt behaviour, he was well use to it now. He had been working at the archive building since before Nicholas was born. When Nicholas was becoming a councilman he was often in here reading up on historical facts and keeping his knowledge of the world crisp and clean. Bernard was rather content with Nicholas now, his attitude did not affect him the least bit.  

Nicholas walked into the massive room that held the files of every person ever to be born, whether they are alive or dead. The files had to be written and stored somewhere and that somewhere was in the private room of the archive, only the higher up councilmen can enter. 

He quickly searched for Orpheas file and when he found it, a smile broke out on his face. She did in fact have a personal file and he couldn't wait to start the investigation on Faye's life. However, when he opened her file his excitement simmered until it became still. 

Nicholas held the piece of paper in his hand carefully, as if one movement could turn it to dust. There was something about this that just wasn't right. Every human has their file in the database from birth. Nicholas' eyebrows furrowed as he read over the words again as if something else would appear. This had to be some sort of sorcery, he thought. 

The file in front of him was bare, the only contents intrigued him.

Orphea Adlington, 

Birthdate: 13th August 1821

Species: Human female. 

Date created: 18th October 1828 

There were many questions swirling in Nicholas's mind but the biggest one was, why was her file created when she was 7 and not when she was born?