The Servant Trade

Chapter 7

Collin Roobal POV

         I paced the length of my study, while my pride and joy sat on the edge of my desk, looking thoughtful. I knew that Fredrick never cared for Vysier, so I wasn’t surprised that he exhibited no grief. I wasn’t angry with him about the lack of sorrow, but I was livid. How dare that man slaughter my beloved offspring for a mere human? Fredrick, though absent of grief, was angry about the insult. It didn’t matter that I might have done the same in David Kingston’s shoes. My foolish offspring did trespass on David’s territory. That was enough for a death warrant. The human was beautiful, for a woman, despite her scar.

          “The Council will do nothing?” I asked, not for the first time.

          “Lord Kingston was well within his rights to retaliate as he did, Daddy,” Fredrick said. “They will not demand retribution, but they won’t stand in the way, if you decide to retaliate on your own.”

          “I want a list of all of his offspring,” I said.

          “Of course, Daddy,” Fredrick said and got off the desk to embrace me.

          Of all the vampires I’ve made, Fredrick has always been the most loyal. He never went through the resentment stage that was so common with newborns. It was one reason why he was my favorite. I knew he would help make it right, even if he hated Vysier. I was partly to blame for the tragedy. I was the one that gave Vysier the money to acquire a new servant from Bethesda. It was a gift to celebrate his rebirthday.

          “What do you want of me, Daddy?” Fredrick asked in a husky voice.

          The was he catered to my passions was another reason he was my favorite. Fredrick was taught while he was a human to be masochistic. It carried over when I turned him to preserve his boyish beauty. He had a round, freckled face that would never grow facial hair. His chestnut curls always framed his face giving him a feminine appeal. He would forever only stand as tall as my chest, but that didn’t mean he was weak. He was also among the smartest of my brood. I stroke his silky curls and cherubim face as I contemplated how to best vent some of my anger. Passion was an excellent outlet, especially when your lover was a masochistic vampire. I couldn’t break my beloved Fredrick, and he relished the punishments I levied upon his perfect body.

          “Daddy will give you what you want when we have a plan,” I told him.

          “Of course, Daddy,” Fredrick acquiesced. “I did bring you a gift to cheer you up.”

          I smiled in appreciation. Fredrick was a good boy, he always was. I waited, leaning against the desk for him to retrieve the gift. While I waited, the list of David Kingston’s brood came through on the printer. He wasn’t as prolific as I was. His youngest spawn was nearly as old as my Fredrick, who was about 300 years old. The next step would be to find Roman Kingston. While the Council required a registry of every vampire on the planet, their residences were confidential.

          Fredrick returned with a young human man. The man was androgenous with full pink lips and big blue eyes, full of fear. He stunk of fear too. Despite his fear, his naked c**k was fully erect, which was probably Fredrick’s doing. The man had no body of pubic hair, but the thick, black hair on his head fell to his shoulders. He had firm, wiry muscles that indicated he had some strength, as far as humans were concerned.

          “I was going to train him better, but given the circumstances, I felt you needed him now,” Fredrick said.

          “You spoil me, Freddie,” I said delightedly. The new servant was exceptionally beautiful, in my eyes. “Is he virginal?”

           “I haven’t taken him because I bought him for my sire,” Fredrick said with a smile. “Unfortunately, the merchant doesn’t use Bethesda’s methods and controls his stock with fear.”

           I laughed as Fredrick wrinkled his nose. I bought Fredrick about three centuries ago from Bethesda. He was the first but not the last I bought from her. She was renowned for a reason, which was why I was generous with Vysier. He didn’t have the money to acquire any servants on his own. I wanted him to have a good, strong one, so he could become self-sufficient.

            “Does he have a name?” I asked in reference to my thoughtful gift.

            “I’ve dubbed him Alabaster for his pale skin,” Fredrick answered with a grin, which made me laugh.

            Alabaster’s skin was nearly as pale as a vampire’s, which made the name suiting. Most traders didn’t bother to name their humans. Bethesda was an exception. I took the servant’s hand and brought his wrist to my nose. Type O negative, my favorite. His scent made my mouth water despite his fear. I hadn’t fed since I received the news about Vysier, and I was hungry. I couldn’t feed from the new gift until I was sated. Fredrick went through a lot of trouble to find a perfect servant for me.

            “How old are you, Alabaster?” I asked as I stroked his silk, black hair.

             “Eighteen, Master,” he answered with a steady enough voice.

             That was promising. It would be possible to train the fear out of him. I wasn’t the nicest vampire, but servants without fear tended to be more loyal. The fearful ones always tried to escape and sometimes ended costing more money in the end. On my estates, escape attempts were capital crimes. With lightning speed, I tied my new servant to the wooden bondage frame in my study. I would keep him there for aesthetics while I took care of my hunger. Androgenous or feminine looking men were the most beautiful humans, or vampires, in my eyes.

Brian POV

        Sunlight filtered through the window at the top of the room. I wasn't sure why the window was so high and why the light so dim. My mind was hazy. In fact, I was certain I had amnesia. My mind was blank. I knew things, many things, but I had no memory of learning anything. I don't remember knowing anyone, except for one. I knew I loved her, but I don't know how I knew her. I just, always had, I guess.

        I sat up and looked around the room. The light was dim, but I could see everything. I looked at the light coming through the window again. It was more silver than gold in color. I don't remember the moon being so bright, but my memories are gone. The difference in color between moonlight and sunlight is one of the things I just know. I got to me feet and almost fell over. That's when I saw her. Bethesda looked like a goddess with the way the moonlight reflected off her red hair and pale skin. She had the strength of a goddess too, with the way she caught me. I couldn't help but smile at her too amused expression.

          "Beth, what's going on?" I asked.

          "You f****d me, so I bit you. Then you bit me back," she said with a smirk. "It was a REALLY good time. Don't tell me you forgot."

          "Okay, I won't tell you."

          I did remember having s*x with her, when she mentioned it. I remembered it was amazing, like it was my life's purpose to give her pleasure. I didn't remember any biting. But she wouldn't lie, would she? I scrutinized her angelic face with a sheepish smile on my own. It started coming back. I remembered the taste of her blood. Then I fell asleep. That means...oh s**t! I'm a vampire.

          "Are you hungry?" Bethesda asked.

          "Starving," I replied.

          "Not really," she teased. "You could never eat in a thousand year and still not die."

          "Are you going to make me wait a millennium to eat, Beth?"

          "No, only about two seconds," she grinned and waved behind her. That's when I noticed another person. She was bound, gagged, and riddled with fear. I could literally taste the fear.

          "Who is that?" I asked.

          "I caught the b***h trying to break into our home," Bethesda hissed. "She was armed with a lot of silver, an axe, and combustibles. She's going to be your first meal as my precious fledgling. Happy rebirthday, Brian."

          "Will you be my dessert?" I asked and raised an eyebrow. “It is a special day, after all.”

          "I see, you haven't forgotten how to be witty," she replied with a wink. "I might be in the mood to indulge you."

          I looked at the huntress and felt anger on a new level. I did remember dispatching hunters while Bethesda slept. When I was home, it was my duty to protect her and the children. s**t, I need her help remembering the names of the children. The b***h on the floor threatened everything I loved, while I was asleep and defenseless. I looked at the love of my life again.

            "Do you want to share her?" I asked.

            "Do you know what sharing a meal leads to?" she asked. I shook my head because I honestly didn't know. "Roman and David will hear me come in their fancy Canadian estate."

            "Please, join me for this meal, Beth," I urged.

            I didn't remember much about my former life, but I did remember one of my greatest pleasures was making Bethesda climax. I remembered the passion that was as fiery as her beautiful hair. I didn't know how long I slumbered, but I miss how it felt to be inside her, to hold her, and to hear her cry out in ecstasy. The thought made my fangs come out and slice my tongue. Bethesda laughed and teased me, making me smile as my erection grew.

          "Don't make it too pleasant for her," Bethesda said. "She was stalking the children, and us."

           I didn't know how to dull the pain for the people I would feed on anyway. We sat on the floor with the woman wedged between us. She started sobbing, and I assumed, begging. The gag made her words unintelligible. Bethesda obviously didn't care what the woman had to say. I watched as her long, ivory teeth sank into the woman's neck. It was unbelievably sexy to watch her. I followed suit, not taking my eyes off Bethesda. She winked at me as the color infused with her eyes. I could taste the fear in the woman's blood and didn't like it. If she was calm and happy, or even aroused, she might have tasted really good to me. I was surprised about how good the blood tasted, despite the sour taste of fear. Maybe, it was because I was ravenous.

        The sobbing and pleading stopped when the huntress weakened too much to make a sound. I could still hear her pulse, barely. Her breathing was shallow. Her body slumped. I felt warm and full. Bethesda looked more radiant than ever. Her skin was flush from feeding. I remembered loving her healthy glow after she fed on me. I will miss that part. I threw the, now dead, woman across the room. My strength shocked the hell out of me. Bethesda licked the traces of blood from her lips. Her teeth were still out. Damn, she was sexy. I lunged at her and tackled her to the floor.

        "You're so bad," she teased and nipped my chin. "I'm going to devour you, Brian Kingston."

        "Please, devour my c**k with your p***y," I groaned.

        "If you can remember how to get to the bedroom, you can choose the position," she said and pushed me off of her.

        "What about her?"

        "She's not going anywhere," Bethesda said casually. "We'll cremate her and send her remains to the Council, AFTER you make them hear me in Canada."

        With that, she vanished from the room. I ran after her. The manor was familiar, so I didn't get lost. I didn't know how to use my super vampiric speed yet. My body was new to me. I was able to run faster than ever before. I did know that much. I tore my clothes off as I slammed the door behind me. Bethesda locked it quickly. She was already naked and back by the bed when I looked her over. She was so beautiful that she would have taken my breath away, if I had a need for breathing anymore.

        I pushed her roughly to the mattress and buried my c**k inside her. It felt like years since I felt her. Her eyes locked with mine as I thrust into her hard and fast. Her walls milked my c**k greedily, making us both moan from the intense pleasure. I lowered my head to her exposed breast and bit the side. I didn't know my fangs were out. They pierced her milky skin. Her blood tasted much different than the human's. It was infused with lust and delicate at the same time. She cried out so loud, her voice echoed off the walls. I'm sure the glass on the windows rattled too. I licked the blood from her skin, until the puncture marks were gone.

        The next thing I knew, I was on my back with her on top. She rode me so hard, that if I was still human, she would have broken my spine. I grinned, knowing that she would never hold back with me again. I thrust my hips upward, still feeling her p***y walls sucking me in and milking my c**k. It made me wonder what her mouth would feel like. Another time, maybe. My memory might be s**t, but I know I never experienced that before; my c**k in someone's mouth. Bethesda cried out again and clenched around me so tightly, my seed erupted from me and into her. The best orgasm, ever. I moaned loudly then pulled her to me. The night was just beginning. That was just the appetizer.

        "Before you begin round two, tell me what you think," Bethesda said and pointed to the mirror.

        I hated mirrors, and that was one thing I didn't forget the reason for. I looked at Bethesda's beautiful, expectant face and reluctantly went to stand in front of the full-length mirror. The man looking at me was not the one I remembered at all. He was muscular and handsome with flawless skin. There were no scars at all. I turned and looked over my shoulder at my back. Again, flawless. I was supermodel material. I couldn't believe it. I remembered the night Bethesda asked if I wanted her to turn me and my response. But I was wrong. I wasn't hideous at all. For the first time in my life, I was stunning.

        I had gold locks to my broad shoulders. My skin glowed with a healthy tan from my recent meal. I had pale blue eyes. My face was graced with a strong brow, square, chiseled chin, and strait nose. I had thin lips that were red, courtesy of the huntress that was my first vampiric meal. I have to say, I no longer hated mirrors. I had Bethesda to thank for that, but how could I express my love and gratitude to her? She was, literally, my everything. Maybe, that was why I still remembered her and how I felt about her.

        "Why?" I asked.

        "Because I love you and I could, dope," she said. "Does it meet your standards?"

        "I'm speechless, Beth."

        "You can express your gratitude by making love to me again. I missed you, Bri."

Amelia POV

         It was my third day as a resident of David’s estate. Aside from his claim on me, I didn’t really feel like a servant. I didn’t mind his claim on me though. I knew I was completely in love with him already. Even if he set me free, I would stay because of how I felt about him. I woke in the afternoon because David kept me up all night. Again, I didn’t mind at all. The attention he gave me made my head spin and heart pound. It also made me ravenous. I carefully disengaged from his firm hold around my waist.

          He fed off me last night, so I knew he’d chose another for his meal today, but he’d still take me. We had s*x at least twice every night. Let me say, it was always incredible. David pushed the limits of my human tolerance, but it made the orgasms indescribably good. I studied his peaceful, beautiful face as I dressed quickly. I had plans for the afternoon, before he awoke. It was time to become more familiar with the other human residents of the estate. It was Roman’s idea, to flush out the traitor.

           I made my way to the kitchen in hopes of finding Anna. She wasn’t the only good cook around, but she was still my best friend. When I entered the room that I was banned from, when meal preparation was in progress, there was only one person. She was about my age with long, thick black hair and deep brown eyes. Her eyes reflected the warm smile on her face as she greeted me. She hurriedly pushed me into a chair at the kitchen table, which meant someone warned her about my atrocious culinary skills.

           “I’m Regina,” she said, extending her hand in greeting.

           “It’s nice to meet you, Regina,” I said sincerely. “I’m Amelia.”

           “I know. Anna has told me all about you,” Regina said with a smirk.

           “Are you a scout or a guard?” I asked.

           “Neither. I was born here, but I volunteered to tend the estate,” Regina said.

           “Why?” I asked, a little stunned. If I had a choice, I’d want to be a scout and help Bethesda rescue children.

           “Roman,” Regina said as color rose to her cheeks.

           “He’s handsome and funny,” I conceded. “I guess, love is a good reason.”

           Regina deepened in color as she resumed cooking something that smelled divine. I was so hungry, that even my own cooking might smell edible. That was a big maybe though. I tended to burn anything I put in an oven or on a stovetop. And if it wasn’t bland, it was too salty. I expressed my gratitude to Regina for her willingness to not make me suffer my own cooking. From the aroma, I guessed she was on par with Anna’s culinary skills. That made me feel a little spoiled.

          When the meal was finished, she presented me with a gyro, thick-cut fries drizzled with tzatziki sauce and grape tomatoes, and a large glass of mango and orange juice. She sat across from me with an identical meal for herself. She told me that she was Bea’s oldest grandchild before telling me a little about some of the estate’s other human residents. She confided in a low whisper that she knew about Roman and my plan to flush out the traitor.

          “I’ll introduce you to Harry and Francis,” she offered. “They’re most trustworthy of the guards. David found them both as abandoned babies and raised them like his children.”

          “What about Floyd? He’s the commander of the guard, right?”

          “He’s belligerent, lazy, and arrogant, but I don’t think he’d sell information to hunters,” Regina said.

          “Why is he the commander?”

          “He’s the strongest fighter among the guard,” Regina explained.

          “Oh? We’ll see about that,” I said and smirked at her surprised expression.

           When I finished eating, I offered to clean up the meal. While I couldn’t cook worth a damn, I was as good as anyone else at cleaning. I hated being idle more than anything. If I was awake, I was either training, reading, or keeping the house. That was before I was bought by David. Now, s*x was part of my daily routine. When the kitchen was immaculate, Regina and I had enough time for our food to settle to go for a run. I was pleasantly surprised that she trained as a fighter too, despite her duties as a household servant. It made sense for everyone in the household to have some combat skills though, considering who owned the estate.

              Regina and I were on our third circuit of the property. I hadn’t seen a single posted guard. This commander was seriously pissing me off. There were children running around the property, blissfully unaware of the dangers lurking on the outside of the perimeter. Regina grabbed my arm and pulled me behind the biggest tree in the vicinity.

              "Hunter,” she hissed and pointed.

               Sure enough, there was a large man scaling the wall. He wore a crusade style helmet with silver crosses painted on each side of his head. When he dropped to the ground, he had a scythe, probably made of silver. It looked sharp and though the silver didn’t make a difference, it could kill a vampire, or any of the humans on the property. My blood started to boil with my anger. A properly assigned guard would prevent the hunter from even reaching the wall. He was obviously better informed than the i***t I encountered with David on our drive from Traverse City.

                “Can we take him?” I asked in a whisper.

                She nodded with confidence. I hoped her confidence was well placed as I found a fallen branch. It was heavy enough to use as a club but not too heavy to hinder my movements too much. Regina followed suit. We remained hidden as the man moved closer, with what I’m sure he believed was stealth. He would have been right, if Regina and I hadn’t seen him climbing over the wall. Unfortunately, for him, we did see him. It was two against one. I was confident in my fighting skills because the hunter was about the same size as Griffin, who was one of Bethesda’s guards. I sparred with him often. By the time I left her school, Griffin and I were pretty evenly matched.

                I’d also sparred with Roman both of my first two nights here. He was obviously much stronger, faster, and had more endurance. However, sparring with a supernatural would improve my fighting ability. Roman laughed every time he gave me a nasty bruise, so I was pretty sure he was sadistic. The inquiry popped into my mind, so I put it in the back of my thoughts to voice it to Regina later. I felt sadistic, when the hunter was almost close enough to pounce on. A good fight would be exciting, but it was smarter to incapacitate him before he could have a chance to overpower or hurt us. Regina’s grin told me she was ready. I nodded subtly.

                We both moved silently, as a single unit. I swung my branch, while she swung hers. Regina hit the man in the back. My branch connected with his head, knocking him out, despite the helmet. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was just thick leather. The i***t, I thought. Regina started to snicker, leading me to believe she had the same thought. I smiled, she screamed suddenly.

                “We did the hard work, let someone with more muscle bring him to David,” Regina suggested when her scream ended.

                “Good thinking,” I said with a smile.