Khloe's POV:
I stared down at the city that I once lived in from my place on Master's window sill, holding one of its pillows against my body as I watched the moon take over the sky
Master dropped me off after dinner, leaving me to my own accord. He told me I could do whatever I wanted while he was gone as long as I didn't break anything or disorganize his workspace.
He said something about a meeting with Lord Bronwyn.
Luckily he decided not to take me with him.
Lord Bronwyn has been the Lord of this city even before my parents were born, and I really didn't want to have to meet him.
Master probably knew that I would have been a nervous wreck if he made me go with him.
I jumped as the door flew open.
"Pet!" Master yelled as he stomped into the room, slamming the door behind him.
My eyes went wide as he spoke.
He's never called me that before.
His footsteps echoed through the room as he stormed towards his desk.
His body was tense as his eyes searched the room.
I shrunk back as soon as his eyes met with mine, holding the pillow closer as if it would protect me from anything.
"Y-Yes?"
I could tell that he was mad, it was written all over his face. That and a bit of annoyance.
Apparently the meeting didn't go very well?
He sat down into his desk chair as his fingers drummed against the armrest.
"Come here." He commanded, his emerald eyes trapping mine.
A new kind of fear rushed through my body as I froze in place for a second.
I tried to mentally prepare myself for what he would do to me.
Angry Masters usually lead to damaged pets.
Still, I followed his order, slowly pushing myself off of the window sill and taking quick steps towards him.
He held a slight glare as he watched my movements like he was waiting for me to do something wrong.
He continued his stare as I stood in front of him.
I squeal escaped me when I felt his hands on my waist before I found myself sitting on his lap.
His grip was tight even though he was only holding me for a split second.
A list of possible outcomes of what would happen to me flew through my head as I sat back against his hard chest.
Even when sitting he still towered over me.
Master grumbled lowly to himself as the chair turned towards the desk.
He hunched down so that his head sat near my shoulder, dangerously close to my neck.
I couldn't move away.
I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat, clenching my hands into fists in an act to stop myself from shaking.
My mouth was too dry to say anything.
What would I even say?
I flinched back as he began shuffling through the organized papers on his desk.
He would pick up a certain paper and place it in a certain file, some would find their way into the trash.
My stomach turned when he paused on a specific pile of papers, a certain page sticking out from the others.
"What's this?" He asked, sitting up straight as he dragged the paper out from under the others.
His voice was oddly calmer, yet it was still evident that he was angry.
I tensed as he lifted the paper up, showing the large sketch of a dreamcatcher.
I told myself earlier that I would hide that after I got out of the shower!
He peered his head down for an answer.
"I'm sorry," I blurted, "I should have asked you first before I drew on it! It was a blank piece of paper so I just assume-"
I cut myself off.
I've learned that excuses never work. They only make the person angrier.
I was a bit surprised to see he was actually admiring it.
"You drew this?" He asked.
His voice had calmed down.
I nodded slowly.
His eyes trailed down to each of the feathers and beads.
"Where did you learn how to draw like this?"
My eyes widened at his sudden interest.
He didn't even seem to be mad about it.
"I um..."
I cleared my throat, placing my hands on my lap.
"I wanted to be a tattoo artist, so I've been drawing for a while," I admitted quietly.
He shifted his eyes from the paper, looking at me questioningly.
"You? A tattoo artist?"
I know that it sounded weird.
A short little, redhead wanting to be a tattoo artist even as a little girl.
Even my parents thought weirdly of the idea when I first introduced it to them.
Then again, I was only six.
I nodded.
Master dropped the subject, focusing back on the drawing.
It was odd having someone interested in my work, especially him.
"I've been out of practice ever since I got- um... captured, so that's why the drawing is a bit rough." I stuttered, looking down nervously.
Again he looked down at me.
"You think that this looks rough?" he asked. He obviously disagreed with me
I involuntarily shrunk back a bit.
For most people's standards, no, but I know that I've set my own standards when it comes to drawing pretty high.
I know that with all of those uneven lines and certain edges that I still need to smoothen out, I'd never feel confident enough to put that on someone's body.
"A little," I replied, not wanting to totally disagree with him.
He hummed a bit as he sat the paper back onto his desk, staring down at it.
"How so?" He asked.
My eyes went wide for a moment.
"Well, um," I carefully scooted forward so that I could reach the paper.
I pointed to the main part of the dreamcatcher, tracing my finger around it.
"This part needs to be a bit smoother. And" I pointed to the center feather, "I'd like this to be a bit bigger."
I drew my hand back, leaning back ever so slightly.
"Plus I need to add some shading." I finished.
Masters' eyes were narrow as he lifted up the paper.
"Do you plan on doing that?" He asked.
I glanced up at him, switching between the paper and him.
"Yes," I replied.
I jumped a bit at the chair rolled back away from the desk.
Master set the paper in my lap, as well as one of his many pencils.
"Do it then." He stated.
I eyed him questioningly.
He was ordering me... to draw?
"Now?" I asked, grabbing the items.
He nodded before lifting me up from under my arms and placing me beside the chair.
"It'll give you something to do while I finish what I have to do."
He soon returned to where he sat at his desk, continuing what he was doing before.
I stared at him for a bit as he gazed over the papers.
He was so angry just a minute ago.
I sighed silently as I sat in front of the coffee table, setting the pencil and paper on it.
At least I got away unscathed.
Khloe's POVI kept being more and more impressed at each meal.I just found it amazing that the slaves could make this much food three times a day, even for us pets as well.I couldn't quite tell what Master had on his plate, but it smelled delicious.everything smelled delicious.I had already finished my dinner, figuring that it would be a good way to please Master.It was only a small portion of salmon cooked in olive oil, so it was easy to eat quickly before I could somehow lose my appetite.Yet again, a food that's good for the blood.Master had decided to keep me on his lap this time. For what reason? I'm
Nico's POVI stared down at the slave boy, irked.The one who not only told me that I had to go see Lord Bronwyn again, but that I had to take Khloe with me as well.I hadn't noticed that my grip had substantially tightened on the door until the slave's eyes flickered to my hand for a short moment."Will do."I shut the door before he could say anything else.Why the hell would he need to see me again? And with my pet? I literally met with him last night.It's not like he hasn't piled me with enough work already.I turned to see Khloe wide-eyed on the couch. Her breaths had already sped up enough for me to know
Nico's POV:I had to fight back the growl that threatened to tear through my throat as I stepped forward."So you want me to kill her?" I barked.I could hear Khloe's breath hitch as she took a small step back.Lord Bronwyn only smirked."You won't kill her if you do it right."I tisked.Doing it right isn't what I'm worried about. I'm perfectly capable of doing right, but Khloe isn't capable of surviving it.In order for me to pull off a class three hemorrhage without killing her, the blood in her body would have to be going at a regular pace to begin with.Knowing
Nico's POV:I ignored the two guards as I threw the doors open, evidently scaring the one on the left.Hell, I ignored everyone.Khloe's skin was beginning to feel cooler, even to me. If her skin is cooler than mine then that's definitely not a good sign.I rushed even faster down the spiral stairs.I paused on one of the steps, stopping one of the Castle's slaves with a hand on his shoulder.His eyes flickered to Khloe before settling onto me, keeping his usual calm demeanor."What can I do for you, Sir?" He recited his typical line."Have a glass of B-negative delivered to my room as soon as possible," I comma
Khloe's POV:It hurt.My neck, my arm, my head. All of it hurt.Why?The last thing I remembered was...My eyes shot open as I remembered, an exasperated gasp entering my throat.Light shone from the curtains, showing me that I was in Master's room, sitting peacefully on his couch.I... wasn't dead.I wasn't sure if I should be relieved or notMy arms moved to push myself up further, but I quickly stopped myself as I noticed the IV sticking out of my arm.My stomach instantly turned.
Khloe's POV:I stayed quiet and still as Xander strutted right into the room, practically dragging Doe behind him.My eyes widened when I saw her. She looked physically drained like she was going to pass out any second now.Xander looked around the room as master shut the door, taking in a deep breath."Did you do something with the place? it looks different." Xander said.Master rolled his eyes, "That's not why you're here."Xander's eyes furrowed for a moment."Hm? Oh yeah. Where do you want this?" He asked, lifting the edge of Doe's leash.Master sighed, as he walked into the bathroom.
Khloe's POV:I looked out the window of the limo as we drove into the city, recalling all of the familiar places I would go as a child.Seeing all of this again brought up some strange mixes of emotions, reminding me of what I once had.Master had been quiet most of the ride, just occasionally looking up to see how far away we were.Even I knew that we were close to the doctor's office.I went there a lot as a child, but only because I used to be really clumsy.A sigh left my lips as I thought back to the long sunny days I would spend with my older sister, playing in the park until the sunset. Then we would come home to mom's cooking and then listen to one of dad's many stories.
Khloe's POV:Master had me sit on the couch the moment we made it back into his room.I guess he wanted to get this done as soon as possible.He took the supplies he got into his bathroom before returning with the only three syringes that already had something in them and a bandage."According to your records, you missed the shots you were supposed to get when you were twelve."I stared at the needles as he approached, my stomach turning a bit."Oh..." Is all I responded.He glanced at me from my lack of a response."You sound nervous." He said as he sat beside me.I
Khloe's POV:I woke up exactly where I should have, wrapped in Nico's arms.Well, I don't think Nico would consider this being wrapped in his arms.He was very upset last night that the wounds on my back prevented him from being able to hold me like he usually did, but he eventually settled with his hand on my lower back.I for one didn't care either way, as long as I was touching him in some way I was happy.I opened my eyes to scan the room, noticing that it was a lot darker than it usually was whenever I woke up.Nico's slow and steady breaths were the next thing that caught my attention.
Khloe's POV:Confusion filled my mind as I watched Nico leave the room in a flash.He said that he had found our out, so I guess he found a solution to our problem.I wondered what it could be as I tried to make the heat from Nico's kiss leave my face.I disregarded coming up with possibilities very soon, figuring that I would hear about it as soon as he comes back.With that thought process being disposed of in a matter of seconds, excitement and joy began to fill my mind again from the events that had happened only minutes before.The excitement that I had to hide while he was here so I didn't make a complete fool
Nico's POV:I didn't even try to suppress my huge breath of relief as I laid myself back against the bed."God it feels so good to finally have that off my chest," I admitted, stretching my hands above my head before laying on themIt was weird that I could actually feel a physical difference within myself like I was finally able to truly relax.I guess all the vampiric instincts that were screaming at me to take her had finally calmed down.Although they were very upset that I wasn't holding onto her right now.But it's probably for the best for both of us that I take some time to calm down after that whole thing l
Khloe's POV:His body stiffened as soon as I spoke.And to be honest, so did mine.This conversation had been on my mind ever since last night and I just wanted to hurry and get it over with.Get it over with and get some answers.My anticipation grew as Nico put his hands into his pockets."I did," he replied, he himself sounding nervous.My shoulders slumped a bit at his lack of a response, making my nerves even more on edge.It was like he was avoiding the questions at hand.
Nico's POV:I swallowed in my newly dry throat, exhaling an almost silent, nervous breath.Right... That topic.I knew that we were going to have to get to it eventually, but I didn't think that it was going to be this soon.Hell, there were a lot of things that had happened in the last twenty-four hours that I didn't think would happen.Yet despite all that, Khloe wanted to jump right into this.I searched her face, trying to see if I could find any hint as to how she felt about it, getting nothing but uncertainty.Sure, I kissed her, but in my defense, she defini
Khloe's POV:The world around me was calm as my consciousness came back to me.My body was warm and comfortable, a feeling that automatically told me that I was in Nico's bed.Memories of what had happened began to flash in my mind, forcing me to open my eyes, my heart skipping a beat at the thought that I had just passed out from the pain.What I saw, however, denied that thought.I was lying facing the bathroom, seeing Nico sitting in his desk chair.He was facing me, but he wasn't looking at me.Instead, he was hunched over, elbows set on his knees and his palms pressed against his forehead. His hair fell
Khloe's POV:It took another hit against my back before I let out an agonizing cry, my head automatically lowering to the floor in submission."I can't believe your nerve," Layla growled, landing another slash against my back, "For as long as Nicos kept you alive I thought you would have known better!"My tears ran thick and fast onto the floor as the cracking sound of the whip, and the occasional shredding of my shirt rang out repeatedly.My throat began to tighten enough to make me unable to scream effectively and left me quickly gasping for the air that suddenly seemed more limited."Nico doesn't need such a disobedient pet in his life," She began again, "An
Khloe's POV:I aimlessly wandered around the room, trying to think of something to do that would distract me for a short time before breakfast would arrive.Nico had hidden all of my art supplies in order to rid any suspicion, so I couldn't do that.I partially debated just laying in his bed, knowing that those pillows had the smell of him all over them.Although if I did that Layla would probably catch onto my scent and get upset.I honestly couldn't really do anything without risking me doing something that Layla wasn't going to like.And well, I was already so anxious from the past 24 hours that just doing nothin
Khloe's POV:I sat on the couch while Layla and Nico hurriedly got ready for breakfast, not having moved since I sat here last night.Last night... Where I had planned on just crying myself to sleep.But those plans switched around a lot faster than id care to think about.I didn't expect anything that happened last night.After what happened once Layla got here, I didn't expect anything at all.I didn't expect that Nico would try to comfort me, I didn't expect him to try to lay with me, and I didn't expect him to try to figure out why I was upset all while Layla was asleep.